It was 1975. Her name was Hilda. She was a Brummie lady married to a Pakistani gentleman, and it's all her fault! She brought me my first Chicken Madras. It was in her restaurant in Winchester, Hampshire, that I became addicted! I still can remember the sight of her teetering out of the kitchen, where her husband had lovingly created my first Indian experience, which would become so important to me over the years. She approached the table and in a very strong Birmingham accent enquired