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, really has to go, after
all those Guinness's. 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 unzip! ping, he is tapped
on the shoulder by a London
Bobbie, 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 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 Bobbie. "That
was really decent of you... is that
what you call "British Hospitality?"

"No sir", replied the Bobbie,
"that is what we call the French Embassy.!