I once booked them for a show in Brussels, almost four decades ago. They arrived in a beat up Ford Transit. Their contract stipulated a bottle of whisky, gin, vodka, a crate of dark beer and a crate of light beer per person. And some orange juice to go with the vodka.
The booze was all gone after the show. They didn't drink all of it, some went in the Transit, to keep 'em goin on the return trip to the UK.
One of the most memorable gigs I ever witnessed. The sweat was literally dripping from the walls. I only saw that happen on one other occasion, years later, Gruppo Sportivo. Incredible energy. The public was ecstatic.
RIP, Wilko.