I am still reeling from learning of Liam’s death on Thursday evening and very sad to have missed the ceremony only the day before. Thank you to his family for making it possible to watch the recording which I did on Friday evening with plenty of both tears and laughs. I was one of the Imperial early 1990s gang and remember the flat with the corridor kitchen and those sofas. I learned many things about Liam from the lovely recollections – a musical hinterland, a bit more of an understanding of his professional achievements, his hairsbreadth escape from the Twin Towers and excellent taste in poetry. But most of all I just recognised the Liam everyone was celebrating – witty, ferociously bright, driven and confident, all tempered with kindness, an enormous capacity for friendship and the ability to light up a conversation or a room. Grief is the price of love and to those closest to Liam I offer my heartfelt sympathy.