The idea had been born in the mind of Hazy Joe. So called not just because his name was Jonathan Haze, but also because each time he was seen he was engulfed by a cloud of marijuana smoke.
The only thing that the university cared about more than money was reputation. Though the two were inexorably linked.
The snow from the Winter of Discontent had begun to thaw, and though the battle had been lost, many still refused to believe that the war was over.
Politically the student movement had quickly learned that it had no power. The opposition to the university tuition fee rise was passionate, but ultimately futile. Abandoned by their political representatives, the students could only look to one another.