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she'd been sitting there from nine o'clock

hoping Frank would go across the road

and buy a paper at the newsagents

and she could get out and say.

"Oh Frank,

fancy bumping into you here"

and she didn't do it once,

she did it all week.

It was a real magical

world, the world Frank started racing,

it was this, you know, boys club

and I think Frank,

he loved being a part of it,

and maybe because

he hadn't been a part of a,

a gang, a group

when he was you know in his childhood.

My father left, he was

a bomber pilot, left my mother.

My mother brought me up.

She did bring me up

pretty much single-handedly.

They lived in

Jarrow in South Shields,

that was a difficult environment,

difficult to make your way out of

and my grandma made the choice,

she would sacrifice

the normal home environment

in order to try and give dad

a better chance in life

by giving him this education.

My first memories

were being sent to

a Roman Catholic convent,

I was about, just coming up for five

and I used to run away at

the railway station

and they used to ring up

and say he's here again,

please stop this happening again,

whenever I got back, the school

they took my little trousers down

and hit me with a, a coat hanger.

I didn't mind,

I was quite happy at the school.

- You were happy at school?

- I was happy at the school, yes.

So, and why did

you run away then?

Uh... because

I wasn't that happy.

No, but it was, I also loved trains,

I love trains and movement,

I was always trying

to get a ride in a car,

you know when someone's dad

turned up with a car,

I was all over the car

and sometimes they gave me

a ride up and down the road in it.

I was, I was nuts about cars by then.

I did qualify for uni

but I had no interest,

because I was uh... in a convent for

three years, one year at a day school,

then another nine years

locked up as well,

I was kind of keen on freedom.

I'd bought for 80 a racing A35,

it was a hot little ship I can tell you,

very quick car

and that's how I got into

motor racing proper.

He was totally

obsessed by motor racing.

I mean, to a degree

that was ridiculous. Ridiculous.

Nothing else mattered.

I don't think he's ever been

in a supermarket in his life.

Frank, when he first went there,

there wasn't any room for him

so he slept in the lock ups

down the side there in a sleeping bag.

Everybody had a nickname.

Roger Bunting was Bunt,

Charles Lucas was Charlie Luke,

Piers Courage was called Porridge,

and Franks was called Wanks.

Ah is Wanks around?

No he'll be in later.

Oh okay.

They were all

aristocratic, wealthy guys

who wanted to go motor racing

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