Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
Subject: English hospitality
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 awhile, he finds himself in a
very
high
class neighborhood..... big, stately residences... no pubs, no
stores,
no
restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, realty has to go, after all those Guinness's. He finds a
narrow
side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and
decides
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 realty,
really
HAVE
TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom. "
"Ah, yes," said the bobby... "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 bobby. "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 "English Hospitality?"
"No sir" replies the bobby, "that is what we call the French
Embassy. "
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 awhile, he finds himself in a
very
high
class neighborhood..... big, stately residences... no pubs, no
stores,
no
restaurants, and worst of all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.
He really, realty has to go, after all those Guinness's. He finds a
narrow
side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and
decides
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 realty,
really
HAVE
TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom. "
"Ah, yes," said the bobby... "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 bobby. "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 "English Hospitality?"
"No sir" replies the bobby, "that is what we call the French
Embassy. "
