Dennis in his hey day was a glorious sight to behold.
Trying to chew live chickens but choking and having to spit them out and they would fly away.
His hair would often catch on fire when he was trying to swallow a flaming sword and many inner city gigs ended up being flooded by fire extinguishers.
When he was 27, he tried to kill himself by choking on his own vomit, but he survived to go on to terrorise, denigrate and completely f**k the wests tigers with the rest of the board under Lees incompetent, gratuitous and Fedora loving command.
Fortunately you can still find Dennis doing the RSL rounds playing his 1972 smash hit “ jump in my panel van my bitch” and his other timeless romantic wonders.
Wikipedia says his contribution to the Australian Music Scene is gravely understated.
I’ve got all his albums, I couldn’t get through the day without listening to at least one of his songs.