It’s Rainin’ Outside…

MICHAEL CRAWFORD AS FRANK SPENCER...
The Ridgeway’s dark sodden pavements
Reflected the street-lamps’ grudging light
Adjacent to a cemetery’s grimy wall,
As I trudged along the dull back passage
Between rented houses and into a squall…
The wrought iron gate was leaning
Against its weathered post,
From its hinges roughly wrenched;
Immediately I saw humour in the situation
And wrestled with the gate, hands clenched…
I manoeuvred the freed gate up the ‘entry’,
Through the wooden gate to the house
And manhandled it onto the kitchen floor;
I propped it against a wall in the lounge
After twisting it through an adjoining door…
The bloke in the corner, fag lit in his hand,
Gawped at me in obvious disbelief:
“What the bloody hell have you brought that in here for?”
He demanded of me,
With a despairing and rasping roar…
I simply refereed back to what we had watched on TV,
When Frank Spencer had done much the same
And Betty’s aghast mother had Frank’s actions decried;
I imitated Frank’s voice as I walked back into the drizzle:
“Well, it’s rainin’ outside…”
Pete Ray
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| DOING THE VOICE WITH NEPHEW IAN MORRIS, WHO SADLY PASSED SOME YEARS BACK... |
This happened in Erdington, Birmingham.
We had just sat and watched an episode of ‘Some Mothers Do ‘Ave ‘Em’ on TV, during which Frank Spencer took a broken gate to the front door of his girlfriend’s house. Her mum asked what he was playing at and Frank responded by saying that it was raining outside…
| AUDLEY SCHOOL, STECHFORD, BIRMINGHAM & I'M Frank Spencer IN THE STAFF SOCCER TEAM... |
My future father-in-law was incredulous as I repeated the scene for real…
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| IN ANOTHER GUISE WITH MY IN-LAWS... |
My impression of Frank Spencer’s voice was something I often fell back on during my teaching career…


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