My dad and I ate at this Chinese restaurant in Knightsbridge on my very first day living in London, 37 years ago. So much has changed around the Imperial College campus, but this place looks exactly the same.
He had driven me down from Doncaster to my new home in Imperial’s Garden Hall that day and he suggested we stop here for lunch. I don’t remember what we ate or what we talked about.
I think it was the only time the two of us ate a meal in a restaurant, the whole episode seems a little out of character. Usually we would eat in a pub, a greasy spoon, a Little Chef or fish and chips taken back to the car, which suited us both better.
My youngest brother Andrew had been born the night before. I would start my attempt at a Physics degree the next day. Maybe he thought we needed something different to celebrate.