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