A Brit Rides to the Rescue of the Great British Yorkshire Pudding!

A Brit rides to the rescue of The Great British Yorkshire Pudding

Now then, sir, I represent the Management of this establishment and it has come to my attention that you wish to put either ice cream or bananas and chocolate sauce on our Yorkshire puddings. Well, I‘m afraid I must ask you to leave as such behaviour is not to be tolerated. What did you say your name was? Hudsonmoon. What sort of name is that? Well, I’ve never heard of you! But I have heard about the disgusting treatment you visited on one of the finest British traditions that go with our Sunday roast. If you don’t like what we serve up in this establishment go back to whence you came, sir. This Gentlemen’s Club is not for the likes of you.

See that gentleman sitting there he fought in India and still managed to eat his Yorkshire Pudding in the usual way. And that gentleman he fought at Gallipoli. That man there the Crimea but still he ate his Yorkshire before riding into battle that one in the corner and several of those over there fought in World War One and those on that table, they fought in World War Two. The elderly gentleman reading the newspaper he fought in the Hundred Year’s war and him in the battle of Bosworth Field and finally of the members here today the man sitting by the window he fought at Trafalgar. Now, sir, what do you say to that?

Hudsonmoon replied “It seems to me that you Brits don’t need much of an excuse to start a fight.”

“No, indeed we do not sir. Just look around this room and you will see men ready to die to protect their country from such as you who would defile our great British traditions. They are prepared to die in defence of the realm from any known or unknown threat and have done so throughout the centuries.

Now I must ask you to remove your personage forthwith before these gentlemen are called to arms. If that happens then I cannot guarantee safe conduct from this Club as once roused they are a fearsome bunch and if their bellies are full of Yorkshire Pudding then you are no match for them, sir, and I beg you for your own safety to get yourself gone from here.

Hudsonmoon had a look of defiance on his face that was really quite attractive for a foreigner but not attractive enough to thwart the intentions of Management and he was manhandled, even hustled towards the door.

Hudsonmoon becoming angry at his treatment said,

“Don’t you worry I won’t be coming back here again and as for your stinking Yorkshire Puddings, you Brits deserve nothing better! Where I come from we make a better class of batter so you can stick yours…

But he didn’t get to finish his sentence as by this time he found himself out on the street.

Meanwhile, back in the Club one gentleman raised an eyebrow another rustled the pages of his Times and a third member coughed rather loudly in a show of irritation. In the proud history of the Club there had never been an occasion like this with the members so outraged.

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