If you cant read Reade's story - then here is the words:
RADIO 1 bosses believer they're going to halt the listener fall-out by letting Chris Moyles take over from Sara Cox on their prized breakfast show.
Bizarre. How can swapping one breathless, self-obsessed, over-grown student banging on about the hangover they picked up at some D-List party the night before for an even grosser male version, some how be a turn-on?
Moyles has only ever been a poor man's Chris Evans. Which by definition must today leave him undeerneath the arches, burping cider fumes on to a whippet. His potty-mouth malcontent act was funny for about five minutes but, sadly, he took that fame as proof he was the voice of disenchated youth. Then brutally found out that he wasn't even when his telly show proved as disastrous as his diets. It was car-crash TV. Without the rubberneckers.
From what I can work out, Moyles has three "talents". He draws false laugther from sycophantic sidekicks by shouting synonyms for arse, fart, poo, fanny and willy.
He bangs on about dominating "hilarious" pub conversations with mates whose names all end in "ers", remembering to pepper his boring tales with Leeds United references to maintain northern street-cred. And he bullies mid-life crisis-suffering Radio 1 producers into allowing only half-a-dozen records to interrupt his daily three-hour mathon. Because they think he's "dangerous".
Sure. About as dangerous as Jennie Bond. And more dated.
Source: The Mirror : Thursday, October 9, 2003
Harsh?
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