Canada Phil was a tourist in London awhile back and decides to skip his tour group and explore
the city on his own. He wanders around, seeing the sights, 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 area; big, stately residences, no pubs, no
shops, no restaurants and worst of all, NO PUBLIC TOILETS.
He really, really has to go, after all those pints of Guinness. 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 Bobbie, who says, "I say, sir, you
simply cannot do that here, you know." "I'm very sorry, officer," replies
the Canada Phil, "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." Phil 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.".
NO this really wasn't Canada Phil but it sounds about like him, eh?
Sorry Gilles, nothing personal you understand.
