When I was a young postdoctoral researcher at Cambridge in 2002, a colleague took me to a fancy dinner at Peterhouse College, the oldest of Cambridge’s colleges.
It was asix-course affair and, rather ridiculously, you had to change seats (and hence dinner companions) for each new course. During the first course, an older, bearded professor sitting opposite me asked, “So young man, what do you do?”
I told him I was working on the genetics of childhood obesity.