We visited
stourhead estate last weekend. It's as National Trust trust property and is fantastic for a number of reasons. The trust took it over from the
Hoare family (yep those private banker folks).
Any how. Picture the scene. We are inside the main house having a look at the grand public rooms. In each room there are fact sheets and national trust volunteers to guide and keep an eye on the light fingered! Most volunteers are retired folks.
We enter one room, i head for the fact sheet whilst J likes to talk with the volunteer (in her late 80's - prim and proper) . J notices in this room there is as small TV, copy of the radio times and a small tray with bottles of booze on it.
Mmmhh not very 18
th-century. What's up here ? J starts the following conversation:
J: "So does someone live in these rooms today?"
Vol: "Yes outside of visiting
hours"
J: "are they descendants of the original owners?"
Vol: " Yes they are
Hoares (pronounced "whores")"
(at this point i have to leave the room through bouts of school boy
sniggering)
Volunteer realises what she said and adds after a short pause in a dry and serious voice "in name only".
All you can hear at this point is one seriously creased up 40yr old laughing his head off somewhere at the far end of a long corridor.
Perfect script + comedy timing made it even funnier