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Two Telecom Telstra towers that loom over Davey Street as it turns into Sandy Bay Road. Some years ago, while fuelled with Dutch Mexican Courage late one night I made it a good way up that red and white one there.

If you’re reading this Henry, disregard that last comment.

I am of the firm opinion that titular wonder that is Johnny and the... can carry any suffix to a serviceable band name.

I’ve tried all sorts, from the bland to the inspired:
  • Johnny and the Cats.

  • Johnny and the Rebels.

  • Johnny and the Detectives.

  • Johnny and the Miracles.

  • Johnny and the Broken Down Washing Machine.

  • Johnny and the Over Theorising French Post Structuralists.
I happen to think they all work, which leads me to today’s Tuesday Q and A: is there your own personal "Johnny and the [insert suffix here]" that you like best? Any you think don’t work?
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smudgeon said…
"Johnny & the Cowboys" were a gang at my primary school. They wore blunnies, glasses, and stupid expressions as part of their "schtick".

Very intimidating.
28 July 2009 at 11:04
G. B. Miller said…
Johnny and the Jerks would definitely work for my local government (circa early 2000).
28 July 2009 at 11:09
Ronda Laveen said…
Johnny and the Netflix.
Johnny and lots of chicks.
Johnny and the Acai Berry.
Johnny and Hali Berry.
Johnny and Frankenberry.

I think you are brilliantly correct, I can't find anything it doesn't work with.
28 July 2009 at 17:28
Sue said…
Johnny and the Anal Retentives
Johnny and the Ignorant Bastards
Johnny and the Superfluous Whatevers
Johnny and the Midnight Cravings
Johnny and the I Can't Stop This Johnny and the It's Really Addictives
Johnny and the Have To Goes
Johnny and the Bye For Nows
28 July 2009 at 18:44
Roddy said…
Obviously you've got no ticker! Your father and his brother would have made it to the top of both, and probably in the one night. It's a challenge. Your problem and nontheless Henrys'. Too many rules saying you can't. Oh for yesteryear.
28 July 2009 at 18:53
Roddy said…
Johnny and the moondogs.
28 July 2009 at 18:55
Sue said…
And then Roddy's brother would have probably fallen and broken both legs as he was a little accident prone!
28 July 2009 at 23:12
yamini said…
The title is very sad.
30 July 2009 at 19:08
Anonymous said…
all I can think of is johnny get your gun and I believe it's already been said
3 August 2009 at 00:58
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, unfortunately it is true!
3 August 2009 at 09:26
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