Went to see the Stranglers in Fowey not that many years ago, despite Hugh Cornwell not being the singer, they were superb, brilliant live band. They were playing the 'Daphne Du Maurier festival' which tends to be a bit eclectic at the best of times, a week long festival hosting Newsreaders giving talks on something or other, poets, Macramé experts, potters, authors, minor celebrities giving talks on something or other, and the highlight of the week is usually a folk singer or a tea room orchestra, sometimes both. Not my cup of tea quite frankly.
Anyway, one year, someone gave me the nod that The stranglers were playing, tickets £10 (WTF), so we got tickets.
Before the concert the missus spotted the journo from the local paper so she went and had a chat with him, apparently he'd interviewed and photographed them earlier in the day down at the Town Quay, afterwards he walked back up the hill with them to the hotel (big steep hill) and he casually mentioned that he thought two of them were going to die before they reached the hotel.
jean Jacques Burnel was still fit, quite a few kung fu moves on stage. But old as they were, still a great band.
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