I fell in the canal with my bike!

A couple I know went boozing one evening along the Thames. At chucking out time they left but only he had lights so she followed him. She noticed after a while that his lights were no longer there, so speeded up assuming he had gone on ahead while she wasn't paying attention.
He hadn't, he had fallen in, and although it wasn't deep, he was at the bottom of a 4 foot drop, in about 3 feet of water, and couldn't get out.
He started calling for help, but the only people who could hear him were on a narrow boat on the other side of the river, and had stopped for the night, and didn't know the area at all well. They called the police, who came to their side of the river (my mate was on the opposite side) After about half an hour the firebrigade found him and hauled him and his bike out, and he sheepishly started to cycle the remaining 3 miles home.
Meanwhile she had arrived home, and finding he wasn't there got really angry, assuming he had gone into town to a night club. He wasn't (of course) answering his phone.
When he eventually arrived home at about 2 30 she refused to let him in (he had lost his keys in the river) and he slept on the doorstep!

Hah ha that really is Frank Spencer. Priceless.

But a bit mean of Betty not to let him in the house!