Dancing with Shakira - surely the stuff or nightmares! Just the thought of her gorgeous body going through the moves next to yours is enough to bring on a massive attack of the screaming heebie-jeebies. If you are a girl that is.
Shakira is Columbia's number one export. She's dynamite. Mesmerising midriff and all. But what did she do at the O2? Invited four girlies on stage with her, that's what. How utterly heartless. No better way to see your prospects plummet! Who would dare to compare? Get up on stage and... time to get your coat pet you've just been scratched from the fixture.
Belly dancing from a girl this good stands alone. She needs no help . When Shakira offers lessons in a spot of booty shaking, decline gracefully. The guy from The Times, - it's a tough job - described her performance as, " a high-velocity buttock wobble." We get the picture. He knows his stuff.
Forget 15 minutes of fame on stage and escape with ego intact! I offer this as an act or kindness along with one further tip - leave the goggle-eyed boys at home.
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