A group of clowns rent furnished flats in London, but are annoyed to discover they haven't been provided with ironing boards. So they go to complain to their landlord.
"It's in the contract," says the landlord. "You lot have to use your window sills. Every clown has a sill for ironing."
I cannot believe that in this day and age that wearing underwear in the garden would offend so many people...admittedly it wasn't my garden or my underwear.
Go to google maps and type in
Gob shites
The press search and see where you are taken to.