Just outside the Lugner City shopping centre, where we had a fine lunch at Lucky Noodles, there’s a hairdresser called “Friseur Selçuk”. I hope it’s not Timur fallen on hard times, because if he coiffs how he conducts then you’d likely end up with a rather shambolic ‘do.
All of which doesn’t lead me on nicely to Anti Social Media (great name!) and the Danish team. It’s just that Anti Social Media shouldn’t be, you know, a clean cut besuited 60s beat combo and it still bothers me. They need a name that’s funny the first time you hear it, which gradually gets less and less funny every time. Like, um… Anti Social Media. Ok, fair enough, they’ve nailed that bit.
Candidly, I’m not sure that they were happy on stage. Indeed, when the rehearsal time ran out and the screen went blank, the lead was definitely having a bit of a complain about something. I couldn’t see too much amiss from this side of the TV screens, it was a perfectly appropriate performance of a perfectly appropriate song, it’s just… likeable without quite being likeable enough, if you see what I mean. Might sail through, probably should, but in Mother Russia’s backwash it may just as well be a surprise NQ and maybe even an accidental last.