Prez exasperated the shit out of me with his unequivocal pronouncements of generally poor/incorrect taste and opinions, but it got boring to fight about these things so I stopped engaging him in recent years when he would pronounce how crap or overrated some obviously great movie or band was. The thing is, I believe that he didn't give a shit about what I had to say, or anyone else, really. He just wanted to champion what he thought was great. And that's part of what I really liked about him---his exuberance and relentless positive attitude about his life and his loves (misplaced though it may have been).
It was really nice to see him on FB on his move to Liverpool and his adoption of the city as his. The eagerness to take any sign, no matter how slight or apparently inconsequential, as vindication that he was where he needed to be was endearing. It's outrageous that he is gone all of a sudden, but he seems to have run out his days going full steam ahead.
When I met him at a JU in London, the main thing I remember from our conversation was his profound concern that I master the correct application of salt and vinegar to fish and/or chips. Prez was adamant that it was crucial to the order of the universe that the vinegar had to go before the salt so it did not wash the salt off the food. I think of him every time I do this . And hopefully, in the future, we'll all carry something of his indefatigable spirit, crashing through every day with the utmost energy and enthusiasm for whatever awaits around the corner. I hope the friends and family he leaves behind find peace. It’s shocking to have someone go so suddenly, apparently almost out of nowhere.