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'."

Very funny, I sent it to everyone~!!!!!!!
Nan

"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...?