Gender

Female

Birthday:

March 19

Favourite music

Radiohead, Pearl Jam, PJ Harvey, David Bowie, Richard Ashcroft, Beth Gibbons, Guns N' Roses, Portishead, Tool, The Verve, Clinic, The Cooper Temple Clause, Interpol, Three Fish, Beirut, Bush, A Perfect Circle, John Frusciante, Led Zeppelin, Black Sabbath, Edith Wiens, The Delgados, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Patrick Wolf, Alan Cumming, Syd Barrett, Rory Gallagher, Kashmir, King Crimson, Kent, Spiritualized

Favourite books

The Master And Margarita

Favourite movies

The Hours, 44 Inch Chest

Favourite quotes

‘...with some son of a bitch on his arm,' the girl went on, 'hailing from nobody knows where, in wretched checkered trousers, a cracked pince-nez, and ... with a completely impossible mug! ...' And straight away, the girl said, he recommended him to all those eating in the affiliate's dining room as a prominent specialist in organizing choral-singing clubs. The faces of the future alpinists darkened, but the manager immediately called on everyone to cheer up, while the specialist joked a little, laughed a little, and swore an oath that singing takes no time at all, but that, incidentally, there was a whole load of benefits to be derived from it. Well, of course, as the girl said, the first to pop up were Fanov and Kosarchuk, well-known affiliate toadies, who announced that they would sign up. Here the rest of the staff realized that there was no way around the singing, and they, too, had to sign up for the club. They decided to sing during the lunch break, since the rest of the time was taken up by Lermontov and checkers. The manager, to set an example, declared that he was a tenor, and everything after that went as in a bad dream. The checkered specialist-choirmaster bawled out: 'Do, mi, sol, do!' - dragged the most bashful from behind the bookcases, where they had tried to save themselves from singing, told Kosarchuk he had perfect pitch, began whining, squealing, begging them to be kind to an old singing-master, tapped the tuning fork on his knuckle, beseeched them to strike up 'Glorious Sea'. Strike up they did. And gloriously. The checkered one really knew his business. They finished the first verse. Here the director excused himself, said: `Back in a minute...', and disappeared. They thought he would actually come back in a minute. But ten minutes went by and he was not there. The staff was overjoyed - he had run away! Then suddenly, somehow of themselves, they began the second verse. They were all led by Kosarchuk, who may not have had perfect pitch, but did have a rather pleasant high tenor. They sang it through. No director! They moved to their places, but had not managed to sit down when, against their will, they began to sing. To stop was impossible. After three minutes of silence, they would strike up again. Silence - strike up! Then they realized that they were in trouble. The manager locked himself in his office from shame! Here the girl's story was interrupted - the valerian had not done much good. "So Leonard Woolf don’t cry, Your books will one day speak to me"

To get to work/school I

Walk