The Russian princess.

Today, for want of energy and original thoughts to share, we continue the popular series of all-time favourites, as selected by me, obviously. Triggered I guess by the first hint of frost in the air today, the general melancholy nature of autumn in general and Mondays in particular, by something my sister said or simply randomly thrown at me by the terribly cluttered hard drive that is my mind, we seem to have stranded in that not so far-flung corner of my soul called adolescent weltschmerz. So, thanks Fish, for providing the soundtrack.