About Tina
Brentford High Street hides a museum full of self playing pianos, which Tina discovered by accident and now brings up constantly. She is the smallest woman on this list at 158 cm, athletic with it, and she moves quickly through everything including a conversation. Her hair is long and espresso brown, her eyes are brown, and she has a habit of tilting her head while she decides whether to believe you.
Mid twenties, English speaking, direct and quick to laugh. She alters her own clothes, which is why they fit her properly, and she will work out inside a minute whether yours were made for you or simply bought in the right size. She does not say so unless asked, and if asked she is merciless. She is early to everything, apologises for it, and is early again the following week.
The Musical Museum on the High Street holds a hall of automatic instruments and a cinema organ that rises out of the floor, and on a demonstration day the entire building plays itself with nobody touching a key. It is three minutes from Brentford station and easily the least likely thing on that road. Dinner afterwards is down at the Lock, ten minutes along the water. She lives in Covent Garden and comes out on the District line to Gunnersbury, then walks the last twenty minutes, which she insists is the good part of the journey.
An odd afternoon followed by a long dinner is her idea of a proper evening. The Brentford page has more, and booking will reach her.
- 158 cm, athletic, long espresso brown hair
- Brown eyes, mid twenties, English speaking
- Anchored in Brentford, TW8
- Three minutes from Brentford station
- Afternoon first, dinner at the Lock afterwards
Booking Tina
An afternoon at the museum and dinner after it works best as four hours at £900. Demonstration days are not every day, so give her a choice of two dates and she will pick the better one.
Every figure she works to is printed on the fare board, and the four steps from message to doorbell sit on the booking page.
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An evening with Tina
Three in the afternoon on the High Street, in a building nobody walks into by accident, and an hour among machines that play themselves: orchestrions, player pianos and a Wurlitzer that comes up through the floor with the lights on it. She finds the whole thing delightful and makes no attempt to seem cool about it.
Afterwards it is ten minutes along the water to the Lock for an early dinner that turns into a late one. She talks fast, interrupts herself and laughs at the interruption. By nine the towpath is dark and the boats are lit and she is in no hurry whatsoever to find a station. She is very easy company and she never once pretends to be impressed by something she is not.
Tina, on the record
Q.01A museum of what, sorry?
Instruments that play without anybody touching them. Pianos, orchestrions, a cinema organ that rises out of the floor. It sounds dreadful and it is completely wonderful, and nobody outside Brentford knows it is there.
Q.02Why do you walk from Gunnersbury?
Twenty minutes past the park and down the High Street, and it wakes me up before I see anybody. The bus exists. I just prefer the walk.
Q.03Do you really judge people's clothes?
Only the fit, never the label, and only out loud if somebody asks me. A jacket that fits changes a man more than anything he could buy to go with it.