Rock Manager Patrick Malynn"s Hilarious Night Of Embarrassment. From Kenny Denton's memoir "There Ain't No Rules In Rock n Roll" Read The Full Story Including, Recording With Bill Haley & Wonderful Haley Personal Stories.

Patrick was a tall, elegant Irishman and what one would call a dapper dresser with the ability to speak at a volume most people couldn't even shout at. Many believed this was due to a slight hearing impediment, though he would never admit to it. Malynn was commonly known in the industry as Paddy Malynn, but if someone made the mistake of calling him Paddy to his face, he would go ballistic. During a phone conversation with him one day, I attempted to address him as Patrick but the moment I uttered “Pat,” he began talking over me, mistakenly believing I had said “Pad,” he promptly hung up. His touchiness was a recurring trait over the years with this remarkable, larger-than-life character. One of my cherished tales featuring Paddy, oops, I mean Patrick, unfolded when my wife Sue and I received an invitation to dine with him at his preferred restaurant. Our rendezvous point was his top-floor apartment in Clifton Gardens, Maida Vale. The residence was comfortably furnished, its walls were adorned with valuable paintings by renowned artists. We were scheduled to convene at his flat at 8 p.m. on that Saturday evening. On our arrival, Patrick promptly inquired about our drink preferences. Sue responded, “I'll have a glass of medium white wine, please. "Suzie, I only have champagne. What type of champagne would you prefer?” he replied, in a characteristically extravagant manner. The TV was on, and Dallas was playing in the background. Patrick, fixated on the screen, speculated several times about the favours he could offer the more glamorous female cast members. While intermittently gazing out the window, he shared that his girlfriend had been at his apartment for the past 24 hours and she had to return home this afternoon to rest due to complete exhaustion. His insinuations implying that the past 24 hours had been a continuous indulgence in physical pleasure. For the subsequent hour, Patrick maintained a watchful eye out of the window, reiterating his narrative about his girlfriend's exhaustion and emphasising,"If she doesn't arrive within the next ten minutes, we'll have to go; otherwise, we risk losing our restaurant table reservation.” Ten more minutes elapsed until Patrick at last declared, “Well, that’s it let's go. Leave your car here, we'll take my Rolls-Royce.” As Patrick locked his apartment door, I went ahead, down the stairs with Sue following closely behind. Once we reached the ground floor and opened the main front door, we encountered a stunning lady adorned in a mink coat, her finger poised to press one of the doorbells. She gazed at me saying, “Hello, are you Mr. Malynn? I'm your escort for the evening.” Patrick's hurried descent down the stairs could be heard as I responded, “I believe Mr. Malynn will be here any moment.” Patrick, arriving behind me at the front door, appeared flustered and evidently embarrassed as he urged, “Kenny, take your car and follow me.” It was apparent that Patrick's sudden change of plans regarding transportation was motivated by the need to privately explain to the young lady the events of their eventful last 24 hours together. Although we arrived at the restaurant a bit late, our table wasn't ready, so we took a seat in the bar and perused the menu. Patrick and the young lady skilfully maintained the facade of being long-time friends when Mario, the maître d', approached to greet Patrick. "Hello, Patrick, how are you?” Mario asked, shaking Patrick's hand. Patrick promptly introduced the rest of us to the maître d', who proceeded to playfully touch the top of Patrick's head, messing with his hair. In a booming voice, Mario exclaimed, “This is incredible Patrick! My friend had a similar procedure and his head was swollen for weeks, but yours... it's remarkable, Patrick, it looks so real the best I've ever seen no one would ever know.” This incident marked the first and only time I witnessed Patrick rendered speechless.