MALLYS HISTORY

MALLY SHAUGHNESSY     

(Keyboards/Rhythm Guitarist/Backing Vocals)

Welcome to Mallyworld.

Prepare to enter

PRE-AWAKENING

A wandering minstrel I, at school a thing of rags and patches

Restrained by text books, satchels and dreamy inner thighs

School choirs and opera's long, led to association

With boys of that persuasion - and influence from afar

School dance's and events led to a rude awakening

Behind the hall's long curtains and dreamy inner thighs

The rest as they say is enjoyment.

            THE AWAKENING

Many aeons ago in the depths of the 60's.  Sine waves of a new dimension invaded the primeval slime of the North East of England.

Those organisms of almost more than one cell interpreted the swell as nothing more than a passing …, well …, swell.

Those organisms of almost more than one cell and two ears interpreted the swell as a 'substitute' vehicle for dreamy inner thighs.

Upon boarding the 'magic bus' many were transported to fight the 'revolution' in the 'ussr' - the battle raged … though 'jimi's experience' was sad even after contemplating 'maggie's inner thighs'.  On return with the 'times changing' and only 'cream' for sustenance, the bubble burst to envelope Mallyworld in a miasma of sine waves.

Too many to take in at once, the 'crossroads' beckoned - all four at the same time - and each one louder than the rest!

Mon jots and Mon Amis joined arms, wrestled wood and banged crawfords best to produce triangular sine waves only now reaching the outer reaches of deep space - what will be the retort?  Maybe the Pet Shop Boys.

'Raider and the vikings' hung up his axe to carry out a major expedition into womanandbabyworld.  The expedition was occasionally accompanied by the 'back in town boys' and after finding 'rosalie' the company not knowing that electricity was still in fashion stuck out for frequent journeys along Acoustic Avenue.  Oh shit!

Subsequently 'Norfolk n' Goode' became 'Johnny' with the three caball'eros venturing forth and far searching desperately through 'the fog on the Tyne' for those 'needles and pins' and breathing most of the fog in shields, grangetown, makamland.com.  RIP Roy.

'Ten years after' the reinvention of lexity 'a see thirty' spoke with a blue bell end to achieve a virtual existence surrounded by echelons of the charging 'army', slack became slacker then three became four boys who shook no one.  Three months delving into nostalgia … failure, two months delving into nostalgia … failure, one month delving into nostalgia.  f** it.

Resurrection in the form of sound became the next mission impossible, with 50 millions knobs to play with no wonder she had a smile on her face.

AND THEN CAME BOBBY

Bobby, Keith and Mike experienced Mallyword, venturing forth without the aid of a yoghurt.  Mick's arse fell out.  Keith shot everything in sight.  Michael ducked and that is what is known as Miking the Bob.

AND THEN CAME AL - WITH STEVE, BOB'S PAL

They thought they were the cat's whiskers but got shaved by the fire brigade.

MANY MINUTES LATER THEN CAME KENNY

The rest as they say is enjoyment…  Please slap me on mine.

The future may hold …

The future may not …

My five favourites are curry

My five dislike are not.  

Signed the holder of mallyworldinnerthighs.cum