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This comes to mind when I think of the horde who pile out of the Wonky bus onto
unsuspecting European streets in search of a Stranglers gig. Very much, I suspect, the same as those
monks on Lindisfarne in 792 when suddenly confronted by the first Viking raid.
Grown adults, not all men I hasten to add, who enjoin The Stranglers in an orgy
of joy, mayhem and, for the most part, a celebration of a commonality.
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I applaud these modern day berserkers who give a lift to our concerts in
Europe. Long may you Wonky(a new verb).
JJ Burnel/9th December 2015
Bus illustration-Steve Beaumont