Ok, I have to admit to enjoying a bit of Kyle and Jacki O  in the morning (for all of you non-Sydney based Australians these are our top popular radio DJ’s) even if some of the things that they come up with leave me feeling a little bemused. They are my dirty little secret I suppose, a little tabloid titillation in a day otherwise surrounded by wall-to-wall business decisions, strategies and chemicals (cosmetic chemicals that is).  However, this little competition got me reaching for my vomit bag.  OMG what were they thinking!

The show is running a competition where guys get to come in and play for either money or a chick to date. The ‘chick’ sits behind a curtain and can say a little ‘hello’ or something to tempt the guy into picking her (God knows what the guy gets to do with her on the date  after she’s won)  while the guy sits and decides which direction to place his bet – he has no idea how much money is in the box.  Simple comp played by people who know what they are getting into for the listening pleasure of people like me, in their cars and offices all over Sydney.  Nice!

Only it isn’t very nice.

Take the day when Dave came in to try his luck.  He opted for the chick over the cash only to find that he’d turned down $2000 and ended up with a lady who didn’t hit his pfwoar buttons.  She (no name for her on the site) was a larger lady and was dressed like a Bratz doll – something that us listeners didn’t get to see unless we logged onto the website afterwards.  What we did hear was a long stunned silence, a few crude […]