BANK OF ENGLAND-SAFE AS HOUSES?

Here's a funny story about what really goes on in Throgmorton Street.The names of the innocent have been changed......

A long time ago my friend,Bill,went out on the lash on a friday lunchtime with his old flat mate Ben.

After a few pints of 'old wallop' they got on to the large Southamptons and by 4 'o'clock were well and truly hammered.

Ben worked at the BOE and said he could show Bill around.So they went down into the vaults to look at the gold..Ben decided that he had to relieve himself and went off to the loo,leaving Bill in the vaults admiring what was left.( after a gay scots twat sold most of it at a discount).

Somehow Ben forgot Bill was downstairs and staggered off to the train station.

By this time Bill had fallen asleep.When he woke up he found himself trapped in the dark.

After some time spent bumping around he managed to find a small window, where, standing on tip-toe, he managed to get a signal on his mobile phone.

Ben was awoken by his Nokia just as his train was pulling in to the Essex coast!

'Ben-it's me Bill'

'where are you old boy' replied Ben.

'I am stuck in the f****** vaults you ****!

oops!

Ben had to get the next train back up to the smoke to release Bill from his gilded prison.

they got home at about 9pm.......

BANK OF ENGLAND_safe as houses!