Traveller's Tales 3- An Old Asia Hand From October 1981 to September 1982, I lived in Sutton, Surrey, right on the edge of Banstead Common, where the southern end of the great metropolis of London finally yields to countryside. I was working in the South Thames Cancer Registry on the Sutton site of the Royal Marsden Hospital. It was not a very happy year for me. I was supposedly a scientist but was employed on NHS administrator pay and conditions, and I got precious little science done. I had come from Edinburgh Medical School where the research facilities were amazing, to a satellite of a hospital with a library about the size of your spare bedroom. I was a young chap with no girlfriend and not a lot of common sense. I shared a house with three other people. The others were continually moving out and being replaced, and one chap who was there for three months was a radiologist from what was then called Bombay, called Mukund Joshi. Mukund is a lovely man and is now a grand ol...