Black skies, rain squalls, a cutting wind. June in Wales. On a bald hill outside Cardiff sits the Polytechnic of Wales, a scruffy institute that aspires to university status. Along its main drive hundreds of people have gathered -- local dignitaries, students, faculty, many humbler school employees. So have several members of the press.
Presently, a convoy of black cars purrs up, and out of one appear sensational legs, feet shod in high purple pumps, and a blur of bright pink cheerful enough to part the clouds. The tall young woman who alights smiles radiantly, her carriage plumb line but her...
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