I'm waiting for Gordon's comment
Actually, I quite liked it. I cringed at first, imagining I was in a restaurant and all the waiters had crowded round my table and started to perform for me and my true love. But I calmed down, well aware of the security of the off switch. But I never needed it.
The only thing that bothered me was the clips of the TV chef dancing in his kitchen alongside what one can only imagine were very hot pots of food. The Turks seem quite reckless when it comes to heath and safety (I still often think of that young girl, dangling upside down and tapping on the car windscreen). I mean, can you imagine Jamie Oliver being allowed to morris dance in the middle of a coq au vin?
On a more positive note, here's a catchy song by Sinan Aksil about asthma. I'm assuming that 'Atma' is Turkish for asthma, or at least some other respiratory disease. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfi5A7EMgOc
PS Based on one of those internet translator things, I've knocked out what I think is a rough interpretation of what the song is saying. I think it must be an advert from Turkey's Asthma Marketing Board.
What makes horses come from Troy
What makes me gasp with joy
What makes me want to curse
What makes me fit to burst
What makes me think of Kurds
What makes me lost for words
What makes me want to wheeze
What’s louder than processed cheese
What makes my prose so deathless
What makes me so breathless
It’s asthma….asthma…asthma….
What makes me crash my trailer
What makes me reach for my inhaler
What condition strickens
Famous people like Charles Dickens
And it’s been proven
Ludwig Van Beethoven
What makes me so enchanting
What makes me keep on panting
What makes my prose so deathless
What makes me so breathless
It’s asthma….asthma…asthma….
