Every ten years the Archbishop of Canterbury hosts all (well, mostly all, unless like Bishop Gene Robinson, you're not invited) bishops of the worldwide Anglican Communion to Lambeth Palace in London, where they discuss various things. Jane thought it would be nice to visit the Palace, so we walked there. Our bad -- neither of us did any research to see if there was access to the Palace. We ended up walking around this large park and walled-off area only to find that there is no Palace access or tour. This set my National Lampoon-influenced mind to thinking about how they would treat this [please note, what follows is satire].
The first thing you see is how tiny the Palace really is. It's tasteful green paint blends well with its surroundings. In the next picture you can see the sad state of disrepair the Palace Gate is in. Elder bishops may have difficulty getting them open. Sadly, the Palace has been reduced to selling commercial waste to raise funds for upkeep. And lastly, you can see that they enterprisingly operate a gin-joint ["Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine. But will she be able to do the Lambeth Walk when she leaves?"] with a distinctive sobriety test for a marketing gimmick.
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