My university tutor, colleague and leader of the degree course that set me on my path, Bal Nandra, died on Monday morning. That’s him leaning on the railings, big watch, big glasses. I write this with still-surprised eyebrows, because it doesn’t seem like enough time has passed for this to be a reality. I graduated from Birmingham Institute of Art and Design in 1993, with a first in Visual Communication, a special award for typographic innovation and a strange and ambitious portfolio that no-one really knew what to do with, filled with lettering, 3D sculptures, ink stuff and theatrical vigour.