What happened to Malky's son was a disgusting thing. The perpetrators should be inside for life, because it's only a matter of time before they do it to someone else.
On a light note, (and I probably told you all this before in another forum), I used to attend the same folk clubs as Malky's skiffle band the Vindscreen Vipers which also had Danny Kyle and the unbelievable Mike Whellans, who apparently lived in Norway at the time, -a brilliant act.
I was an up-and-coming folkie of eighteen or so, and on occasion got the floor singer spot at the Eglinton Arms hotel in Irvine. Not that I did much folk stuff, it was all Neil Young and Dylan. Afterwards the VV's would hang around the bar and actually talk to us, which was cool.
Malky was not only the banjo player, he used to post large pieces of A2 or A1 paper round the hall and at some stage during the evening, he'd get up and draw a big cartoon "live" on each of them. They were a big hit.
Jeez, with my old mate Graeme appearing on the other board, this is turning into a trip down memory lane right enough.
