I made this up for somene on the Russell Brand forum, also because I was bored. I have done one before with Russell and Matt Morgan [look for it if you like, it's on 'ere!] but this is much shorter and done at the spur of the moment:

R: Hello, you are listening to Russell Brand on Radio Two with your host...I AM! Yeah baby, we're taking this show from a different angle today because, yes, the webcam has been moved so my face can now be beheld by everyone at a closer range, how'd ya like that, Wogan?!

Or I could do the show sitting atop a rather high and unnecessary stool that's been constructed purely so I can get this show from a different angle.

But NO, we're taking this show from a different angle because we have the wonderful Noel Fielding from The Mighty Boosh in with us today, say hello, Noel!

N: Haha, alright, Russell? *sits back in chair and rests two booted feet onto the desk* ...S'comfy in here, isn't it? I like it.

R: I didn't bring you on here to make yourself at home, Noel, this is a radio show, this is a show that I actually do from my mouth and get paid for it, it's a job, Noel!

N: I like how you constructed that right from the roots and got to explaining what you were doing, as if I were a small child a bit baffled by the experience and wondering what I was doing here and where my parents have gone. You could treat this like a hostage situation, I'd be a good hostage.

R: You'd be nothing but trouble, Fielding! You'd suck me into that head of yours like a powerful 'oover and I'd be lost, all sense of being completely gone.

N: I do do that a lot... Hey, speaking of Hoovers, you had it off with a Hoover once didn't you?

R: Oh haven't we all! The sexual lure of a Hoover, sitting in the corner, just daring you to touch it. "Mother warned me about you, I shan't go near, not never.." but it was too late, how could I say no to those innocent eyes staring up at me? Funny how after the act had been performed, those same eyes made me feel a twang of guilt right in me abdomen...what 'ad I done?! He were only a child Hoover, a Hoovlet, I had sex with a Hoovlet! Oh, I'm worse than Ian Huntley!

N: *laughs* You've gone wrong, you didn't tell me what I was to be let in for what I came on 'ere, I'm a bit trapped now, bit too nervous to move, it's like an invisible minefield in 'ere and you're in control *smile*

R: It's only me, Noel, be free, express yourself!

N: I can't express myself round you for fear of getting a surprise bumming!

R: See now you've mentioned it, it isn't a surprise anymore...