The Hong Kong-born property agent turned filmmaker tells how he came to drive a food truck 1,000km across the Philippines, cooking free meals for strangers, as a way of righting inequality wrongs My dad’s side of the family is in the shipping industry. My grandfather was an engineer in the navy and my father got on a bulk carrier when he was 18 and went around the world. He moved to Hong Kong when he was 24 and built a career out of bulk carrier shipping.
I was born in Hong Kong in 1992 and have an older sister and a younger brother. A couple of months ago my sister and I went back to the Matilda Hospital, where we were born, and put our handprints on the Matilda babies’ handprint board. School daze When I was four, my dad’s job moved us to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, for a couple of years.
I went to the Alice Smith School. It was the time of bomb scares in KL and I remember sitting outside in the sun while they searched the school. When I was six, we moved to the UK.
My parents found out that I was heavily dyslexic. So, aged eight, I started as a boarder at Horris Hill, in Newbury, Berkshire. The school was set up to give more support to students who were struggling a bit and needed extra time.
Growing up fast I was split up from my brother who is bright and not dyslexic, and he went to day school closer to the family home. Boarding school was an uncomfortable and challenging experience, and I had to grow up pretty fast. It was amazing in terms of independence and running .