An American tourist
in London 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 locals, & have a pint of
bitter.

After a while, he finds himself in a very nice
neighbourhood with
big, stately residences. No pubs, no stores, no
restaurants, and worst of all..... no public
restrooms.

However, he really has to go, after all those Bitters
and 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 unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a
London
bobby, who says, "Sir, you simply cannot do that here,
you
know.." "I`m very sorry, officer,"
replies the American, "but I really
have to go, and I just can`t find a public
restroom."

"Ah, yes," said the bobby, "just follow
me". He leads the American
to a back delivery alley to a gate, which he
opens. "In there," points the bobby,
"whiz away sir, anywhere you
like."

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 policeman`s blessing, he relieves
himself and feels much more
comfortable.

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...", replied
the bobby, "that is what we call the American
Embassy."