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and Frank was mixing with them.

And he wasn't either

aristocratic or wealthy.

Well, all the other guys

that live in that flat

had hereditary incomes.

Frank didn't, nor did I,

so Frank had to earn some money.

So the way he earned money

was to buy and sell parts.

And every waking moment

he was chasing around the country

buying stuff for a pound

and selling it for 2 pound.

He called himself Frank Williams

Racing Cars in the end.

The motivation behind the organisers

wanting certain drivers was

that in France they had to have Matre,

they had to have Beltoise

and Servoz-Gavin starting.

Italy had to have a Ferrari on the grid.

And I guess England

particularly wanted to be RM.

He seemed to me to be

the ultimate wheeler dealer.

And then he expanded

and expanded and pretty soon

he was selling a lot of cars

to European drivers particularly in Italy.

So Frank would get

a phone call from an Italian customer.

Hey Franks,

what are you gonna give me

"for my car I need a new Brabham?"

I'll give you X for it."

Okay, I'll come and get it."

He's got an order

from the same customer

for a brand new car.

He'd then take that car apart,

repaint it,

re-electroplate it, re-polish it

and it would be, 3 months later, a totally

immaculate brand new looking car

with a brand new chassis number

that he got out the back door at Brabham.

The guy would then get the car back

and what he actually got back

was the original car.

I know one guy had the same car

for at least 3 years

but he thought

he got a new car every year.

Ginny had grown up

in a very sheltered environment

and suddenly there was this man

who didn't go by the rules

and he was very exciting.

We'd go to parties on a Saturday night

and Frank's dancing with Ginny

and it's getting obscene

and her husband has got

daggers coming out of his eyes

"and I walked up to Frank and I said

Frank, what the f*** are you doing?"

I said you can't be doing this,

have a normal dance,

I mean you know the only thing

he wasn't doing was having sex,

and Frank said, Oh I hadn't noticed"

and Ginny said, Well I certainly hadn't"

but everybody else had.

And then of course the show

was on the road then with them two.

And she moved into a flat

and then she thought,

How do I let Frank know that I'm here?

Because I mustn't let him know that I,

left my first husband because of him,

"that would scare him off."

So he didn't drink but

what he loved was fresh orange juice,

so she wrote a letter,

'if you fancy some fresh orange

juice, it's now being served at... ',

and she put her new address

and a day or two later

the doorbell rang

and he turned up at the door.

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