Turkey
have sent yet another femme fatale who can take on allcomers at arm-wrestling,
with the entrance of Sibel Tuzun. Sibel is no ordinary person, she's no
imitation either. Oh no. She's a superstar. She has a rather fetching
pink top hat, but there's about where the positives end. She's boldly
going to sing in Turkish, well when I say sing, there is a good 20 seconds
of her talking following by 40 seconds of instrumentation, which in tactical
parlance is an arse-up. She is jammed between a few decenty songs in the
semi-final and I confidently predict her booking out of the hotel on Friday
afternoon.
"If this is music, count me out" |