Q. Last year you wrote that Frank Sinatra slept on the sofa at a Manchester, England policeman’s home after a late-night drinking session. Is it true? Why is it only surfacing now, so many years later?
A. Yes, we did do a story about Frank sleeping on a sofa in England during one of the non-glory years. The source is a book “A Few Coppers More – True Tales of Policing In Manchester. Per the author,,” Ol’ Blue Eyes went on a boozing session with the beat Bobby after they met at Manchester’s famous Palace theatre where Frank was performing.
Frank Sinatra, who was at a low point in his life, having performed in front of a half-empty theatre during a tour of Britain in 1952, spotted the officer having his regular pint at the stage door and asked if he could join.
A member of staff got the policeman a second pint and provided one for Sinatra.
The bobby briefly returned to Bootle Street police station to clock off, then came back and the drinking continued in the theatre bar until 2am.
Sinatra, by now sozzled, couldn’t remember where he was staying, so the officer took pity on him and invited him to his home on Scotland Hall Road, Newton Heath, where the singer crashed out on the sofa.
The officer staggered into bed, accidentally woke his wife and told her who was downstairs. She thought it was a bad joke and went back to sleep.
The bobby woke early the next morning for his shift and roused a snoring Sinatra. The pair then headed into Manchester in a taxi, where Frank found his hotel keys, said thanks and disappeared.
Sinatra’s career took a dramatic turn for the better and the story became an anecdote that the officer – who has since died and whose name has never been revealed – regularly told disbelieving colleagues.
Now one of them, Dennis Wood, has made the story public for the first time in a book, A Few Coppers More – True Tales of Policing In Manchester.
Dennis, 79, a retired sergeant from New Moston, said: “Frank was a non-entity then, playing to sparse crowds. In those days, it was common for bobbies to have a drink. The Palace Theatre was on this bobby’s beat and he would call at the stage door for a pint.
“Frank saw him and said `I sure could do with one of those’ and there’s a drinking session. It gets to about 2am and Frank is legless and can’t remember where his hotel is and the officer puts him up.
We have no reason to doubt this tale. The date (1952) certainly was a tough, down period for Frank and he did play that Manchester theatre. Frank, of course, went on to headline at London’s famed Palladium theatre for many years…and never had to sleep on a sofa!
Note the picture of Frank and Dean Martin arriving in England circa 1968.