Chart Show vs ChartBlog - Part 3
So, the show is in full flow now, and it's all going rather well. There's very little difference between Fearne and Reggie on air and Fearne and Reggie OFF air, except for a couple of swearwords (quite shocking to hear, oddly), the occasional mildly snarky comment and Reg's talent for taking a subject to the very edge of human decency, then verbally dancing about there for a while, in a naughty schoolboy stylee. Hell, even a brief chat about Ghanaian food ended up with Reg yelling "'You shouldn't chew'...I sound like a porn star now!"
Important questions which have been discussed so far:
When you are Fearne Cotton, people just send you things on the offchance that you will like them. Not pictures of themselves eating ice-cream or stroking a kitten while gently perspiring (although I'm sure she gets her fair share of those too), but fluffy gloves and a warm winter hat. Reggie does not seem to do as well in the freebie stakes, even though he has far less hair than Fearne and will probably feel a cold draught more than she does. He wouldn't suit the hat Fearne got tho. Swings, roundabouts...
"Is it wrong that I find something hilarious about backing vocalists?" - Reg.
What procedure would need to be implemented if Fearne should suddenly choose to sing 'Valerie' instead of playing Amy Winehouse's version. Mass evacuation, or frenzied plug-pulling and the entire radio station plunged into silence.
There was a very long conversation about Shari Headley, an actress who starred in the 1988 Eddie Murphy film Coming To America, which Reggie says is his favourite film ever. Now, Reg has been doing some research, and has discovered that Shari is every bit as attractive now as she was when he first laid eyes on her. Every one in the room stopped to have a look, and he's quite right.
Then there was a long talk about the etiquette of looking at pregnant women and their breasts. Not at breast-feeding itself (which tends to happen after pregnancy has finished, truth be told), but whether it's appropriate to find yourself staring at the boobs of a work colleague (such as, say, a Radio 1 DJ whose show in on just before the Chart Show). Apparently Reg had found it very hard to look this person in the eye, but the situation was saved by Frank Fearne, who launched straight into "Cor blimey your boobs are getting big!", which you'll have to admit is an excellent ice-breaker in a situation like this.
I think that means it's OK to stare once you've told the girl in question that's what you're doing? Something like that, anyway.
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