I particularly remember Kevin from that period of life when we went from  from scrawny schoolkids through to young adulthood.

Same age – birthdays a few days apart – and homes just streets away,  we kind of graduated together from post-school afternoons huddled around a spectrum 48k upstairs in Barton Way to nights out around Watford, then London, and eventually Europe.

A time of first gigs (Morrissey, naturally), first girlfriends, first jobs, first football trips to Anfield and back in a day, first poorly-researched holidays and so on.

At the same time, the two of us would also be working our way through literally bin bags full of CDs and films sent home by his brother who was serving out in the Gulf, jointly forging tastes in music, comedy and books that would stay with us both forever.

We kept in touch through to our weddings and reunited for occasional events and Liverpool FC games in London, but it’s that formative period I remember most fondly. You only get that time once and I was lucky Kevin Stephen Lloyd was just a few streets and a phone call away throughout.

My heartfelt condolences to his families and loved ones from Liverpool to Hertfordshire