English Hospitality (Humour)

[Senilis Pravus]

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
neighbourhood.....big, stately residences... no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst
of all... NO PUBLIC TOILETS. He really, really has to go, after all those Guinnesses.
He 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 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, sculpted 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, constable... is this what you call 'English
Hospitality'?"

"No, sir" replies the bobby, "this is what we call the French
Embassy."

[Medicus Matt]

Hehehe...

Kenneth Cranham told that joke during the play 'Interrogation' on Radio 4 a couple of weeks ago.

[Senilis Pravus]

Missed that.
My APs just sent it to me.

[Ronco]

C'est tre bon, merci

Ron