The wit and wisdom of a loyal friend: Pat Comyn RIP
Pat Comyn (pictured) was more than a motoring journalist colleague to me.
I mourn his recent death like the true friend he, and his late wife Phyllis, were to me and my family for many years.
I remember him especially for his help in my early days at the wheel; for his advice, his companionship, his time, encouragement and patience.
He was Motoring Correspondent with the Sunday Independent for several years, in the course of which I came to know him so well. I loved pairing up for launch drives with him. The stories he'd tell. The laughs we had.
I treasured the wit; the looks that so often illuminated and animated his conversations. He'd raise your spirits in an instant.
I cherish the legendary stories about him. He had words at will and I enjoyed him most when he used them to describe and dismiss interminably boring car-launch press conferences, over-zealous marketing gurus and (one or two) prima donna journalists.
His succinct, scything summary of one car maker's presentation of crash-test dummies will never be forgotten. I can't repeat it here for fear of offending an entire nation. Suffice to say, people splutter their drink when I relay his one-liner.
I profoundly regret not getting to see him for so long. Only a few Fridays ago I proclaimed my intention of driving up the short bit of road to Co Louth to see him.
Being abroad and missing the removal and burial only served to sharpen my remorse and guilt.
But he wouldn't want me dwelling on that for long. He'd rather I said something slightly irreverent and politically incorrect - just for the devilment of it (I won't if you don't mind, Pat).
I will miss him.
But I have great, fond memories of a colleague and a friend who was as loyal as the day was long.
My sincere condolences to his family, whom he adored and who adored him. May he rest in peace. Eddie Cunningham