WC2 is a village if you actually live in it, and Tina has the receipts. She is 158 cm, the shortest woman on this list and athletic with it, her espresso brown hair worn long and her brown eyes direct enough to cut through any amount of small talk. Twenty six. She dresses like somebody who makes clothes, because she does: a jacket altered at the shoulder, a hem taken up by hand, one piece of jewellery, and shoes she can walk home in at two in the morning.
Confident, warm, easygoing, and entirely without side. She will tell you where not to eat, which is more useful than a recommendation. Her English is fluent and funny. Fashion design is the training and the day job ambition, and she notices a badly hung seam across a dark room. Craft cocktails are the evening interest, drunk slowly and assessed seriously. Records are the clutter problem she shares with half this company and has no plan to solve.
Her evening rarely travels far. Frenchie on Henrietta Street, a narrow room with a bar at the front, does her nicely for a first drink, and after that Seven Dials is a two minute walk with a dozen doors worth trying. She has watched this district change shop by shop, and she will point out what used to be a cobbler, what used to be a theatre bar, and what should never have been allowed to become a phone shop.
She lives inside WC2 and rarely leaves it, which is why short notice works here when it works nowhere else. Send the hour to booking and she is usually walking over before the reply has landed.
Her home stage is Covent Garden, and she travels from there to every venue on the circuit. Her full listing sits with the rest of the company on the companions page.