One Saturday afternoon in September 1954, a handsome, faintly smiling
god looked up from the London mud. His name was Mithras, and the
rediscovered Roman temple to his cult became a sensation in a gloomy
postwar capital pitted with bombsites and still recovering from
rationing.

The temple was also about to become Britain's most
mobile Roman site. Fifty-seven years ago it was in the way of an office
block development and was dismantled and moved to the street level roof
of a car park, part of the huge Bucklersbury House development. Now it
is on the move again, back to the banks of the long vanished Wallbrook
stream, to make way for the headquarters of Bloomberg.

The main thing I know about Mithras is secret underground steakhouses.