119 Singers/Female Singers/The World's Best

The World’s best female vocalist is 14 year old Sandra Argentaria. Streisand, Dion, Beckham: all pretenders in comparison. Unfortunately her audience is only one person; her father, M25 corridor travelling salesmen Arthur Argentaria.
Arthur took custody of Sandra in 1995 because his obsession for satellite navigation gadgetry drove his wife mad and into the local lunatic larder.
Arthur’s only skill was selling SatNav and so he had to continue his pointless job in order to provide for his family. Sandra would accompany him on his jobs learning her songs from the car stereo. Her voice grew in timbre, melody and assonance in the back of his Ford Focus, bringing joy and comfort to Arthur. Arthur soothed became a better salesman and promotion followed. As his car upgraded it seemed Sandra’s voice would upgrade too; with the Ford Focus Coupe came deeper resonance, the C-max brought diapasonal consonance and when the 5 door Mondeo Titanium X arrived she managed to nail the tricky bit in that Titanic song.
Unfortunately because of the SatNav in those cars and because Arthur was a huge fan of the Terminator films, the songs would be interrupted by the Arnie TomTom Voiceskin.
Not having the common sense guidance of a mother, Sandra would faithfully replicate Mr Swarzenegger’s guttural Austrian dialect. Halfway through Whitney Houston’s ‘I will always love you’, Sandra would sing ‘I will always take the 3rd exit on the left at the next roundabout’. Meat Loaf’s power ballad ‘I’d Do Anything for Love (but I Won’t Do That)’ became ‘I’d Do Anything for Love but I wont follow the road for another 8 miles’ Even with Sandra’s beautiful voice, Sinead O’Connor’s ‘Nothing Compares 2 U Calculating a New Route’ and Barry White’s ‘You’re The First, The Last, The Next Turning on The Right’ would lose some romantic appeal when punctuated with Arnie’s deeply terrifying voice . The world is simply not ready for Teutonic-voice punctuated, road related, instructional love songs.
Of course Sandra could be retrained and wipe the floor on X-Factor, she would become an international superstar bringing joy, exalted bliss and serenity to the world. Her mother’s sanity would be restored at seeing her daughter achieve her true potential. But Mr Argentaria’s gadget obsessed, blinkered world view prevents him from seeing the abundance available to him. Fortunately, most men are not like Arthur Argentaria, other wise the world be full of missed opportunities and in a right mess.