She was scouted when she was 15 ("Everybody says I was spotted shopping in Primark," she later said, clarifying with, one imagines, a genteel sniff: "I wasn't shopping. I was with my friend"), and only a few years later, became the first black British model to enter Forbes' rich list.
After reading the story with (one imagines) high delight, Chester carefully composed a letter to its author, his old friend Cynthia Ozick.
Playing with what one imagines to be a huge chip on his shoulder, Aldridge put up a career-high 44 points, and the Trail Blazers beat the Nuggets 110-105.
While it's too early to make predictions about exactly what styles of music the new hall will want to ally itself with -- one imagines anything sleek, smart and accessibly up to date -- the pair of jazz concerts programmed for the hall's opening weekend were surprises.
At the very end, when we hope the author will finally arrive to help us weigh these impressions, he foils us again, with what one imagines is glee: the last two chapters introduce entirely new stories and characters.
Not that The Lede has any firsthand experience with this, but one imagines that a check-forger-to-be inevitably faces a moment when, with pen poised, he or she must decide exactly what amount to try for.
If he had chosen the right party to begin with, he would, one imagines, be running a lot stronger than Wallace, whose arrogance and virulence and contempt for the law must put off a lot of voters.
An audience with Her Majesty, one imagines, consists of a carefully observed protocol for greeting, an extended glove, and a few pleasant words about dogs or horses or the immediate surroundings.
At the next table, a pair of British tourists are working their way silently and methodically through the bread basket, breaking off now and then to shovel forkfuls of pasta into their mouths with the dedication one imagines Brunel brought to building the Clifton Suspension Bridge.
First things first: In Treatment is a very faithful HBO reworking of a hit Israeli TV series (yes, I know… who knew?) and arrives here so garlanded with Golden Globes and Emmys one imagines it should have tipped up on C4 or Five – always on the money with their US acquisitions – but no, it's on a Sky channel so far off Sky's own radar you have to scroll down the listings for about five minutes.
And so now theatre folk mix – a little more easily, one imagines – with the fashion crowd.
