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. 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 res ...