"brooklyn1" wrote
> British Humour
>
> An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and
> explore the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, and
> occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture,
> chat with the lads, and have a pint of Guinness.
> After a while, he finds himself in a very high class neighborhood -
> big, stately residences, no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst
> of all ...NO PUBLIC TOILETS!
> He really, really had to go, after all those Guinnesses. He finally
> finds a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent
> buildings and decides to use the wall to solve his problem.
> As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobby,
> who says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know."
> "I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really, really
> HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public toilet."
> "Ah, yes," said the Bobbie . "Just follow me". He leads him to a back
> "delivery alley", then along a wall to a gate, which he opens. "In
> there," points the Bobbie. "Whiz away, sir, anywhere you want."
> The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he
> has ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured
> hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom. Since
> he has the cop's blessing, he unburdens himself and is greatly
> relieved.
> As he goes back through the gate, he says to the Bobby, "That was
> really decent of you ... is that what you call "British hospitality?"
> "No sir," the Bobby replied. "It's what we call 'The French Embassy'."

Given the Guinness references, and the fact that the Irish are a little sore
at the French right now over the World Cup...I think that somewhere along
the lines, London & British has been swapped in for Dublin & Irish...?