I walk. I do the treadmill; I walk around the mall. I do a little crunches with my stomach, not that much. Just enough to get the engine going cha-cha-cha-cha-cha-cha! Vroooommmmm.
I hate Cha Cha Cha the most on 'Strictly.' If I was in charge of 'Strictly' I'd get rid of Cha Cha Cha.
Obviously, I don't really think my version of a Cha-Cha would actually qualify for a Cha-Cha.
If there's anything I hate, it's the vibraphone. And the cha-cha-cha. And Latin rhythms generally.
I have had with conversations with Mark Benton and Ben Cohen - three fellas sitting with a pint discussing the cha-cha-cha and the correct leg position for a foxtrot.
Much as I'm loving the 'Strictly' experience, I'm sure I'll always be better known for my business career and my appearances on 'Dragons' Den' than I will for my cha-cha-cha or Viennese waltz.
The cha-cha, right from the start... I knew it wasn't my kinda thing.
Black musicians rhythmicized the contredanse, creating musical styles which evolved into the habanera (also known as the tango) and, later, ragtime, as well as the danza, danzón, and ultimately the danzón mambo and its offspring the cha-cha-chá.
I'd love to learn how to foxtrot and cha cha. Believe it or not, I have terrible dancing skills. I can do everything on the ice, but as soon as you put me on the ground, I'm that person that falls down walking off a curb.
I love all the Latin dances. I love all the upbeat, salsa, cha-cha, samba dances. I just love the music - and wearing the costumes.
I don't know where I'm really going to cha cha, but hopefully I can find a place.
The Cha-Cha is no more ridiculous than life itself.
It's human nay-cha...For me to sperminay-cha.
That fight scene in episode two between Five, Hazel, and Cha-Cha at the department store was a lot of fun to shoot.
Does Grandpa love to baby-sit his grandchildren? Are you kidding? By day he is too busy taking hormone shots at the doctor's or chip shots on the golf course. At night he and Grandma are too busy doing the cha-cha.
I have tattooed on my hand the silver throwback mics from back in the day. My father used to have one of those when he'd lead people at the YMCA doing the cha-cha slide.