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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?

Comments

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.
G. B. Miller said…
Johnny and the Jerks would definitely work for my local government (circa early 2000).
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.
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
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.
Roddy said…
Johnny and the moondogs.
Sue said…
And then Roddy's brother would have probably fallen and broken both legs as he was a little accident prone!
yamini said…
The title is very sad.
Anonymous said…
all I can think of is johnny get your gun and I believe it's already been said
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, unfortunately it is true!

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