Fearne Cotton

You know, I read out this sexual fantasy and everyone was kind of like giggling and whooping and cheering.

And the sexual fantasy was a really good one.

It was, they were all written anonymously, but the sort of crux of it was a lady is at a party in a big manor house,

There's a storm, therefore a power cut.

She's walking down this hallway, bumps into something large and hard.

It's a man.

Don't be filthy.

And I mean, rats get filthy.

And then she ends up having sex with him, but she can't see him.

And the whole thing is this kind of fantasy of having sex with someone that you don't see at all.

And then you both leave the room and you still don't know what they look like.

And that is that woman's sexual fantasy.

Obviously, I got the giggles a hundred times whilst reading it because I had to say the word cock on stage at the output hall.

There's something that feels inherently wrong about using blasphemous language in a venue like that.

This regal, ornate building, very proper, very traditional.

And I'm going...

He put his cock inside me.

I'm going, oh my God, what am I saying?

I mean, there was something massively jarring about it, but it was so funny.

And the whole room, do you know what it was?