Six new sexual positions to try if you hate yourself

LIKE the high notes in the Wicked soundtrack, some feats are best left to professionals. But if you’re chasing a blast of bedroom self-loathing to kick off the year, try these: 

The Reflector

Banging in front of a full-length mirror is enough to break even the most empowered and body-shame-free f**ker on the planet, especially post-Christmas. You won’t take in your girlfriend’s body from bold new angles; you’ll be staring in horror as your own tummy does that folding thing that looks like a pack of raw sausages.

Wall Sex Challenge

Like the pilates one on Instagram, except you’re starkers with your tits flopping down and your husband there witnessing your humiliation. There can be no room for romance or allure as you attempt to support your entire body weight in an upside-down plank. He must be forgiven for losing his boner as you cry ‘Just wedge it in!’ through tears.

The Post-Takeaway Minefield

Understandably, six days in, the 2025 healthy eating regime has given way to a Nando’s Jumbo Platter. And you’re both too high on bowel gas and PERi-PERi to realise that sex will be catastrophic. Even manoeuvring your ballooning gut into missionary is a challenge and all you’ll be swallowing are burps.

Shower Standing Split

As if standing legs spread in a shower isn’t enough of a challenge, try shagging with visions of having to present at A&E explaining a difficult penile injury racing through the head. If by some new year miracle you do manage to get her leg up past hip-height, the only revelation is that she’s not shaved since Christmas Eve.

The Tantric Hold

Marketed as a spiritual experience by Sting, you don’t have his surgeon. So cramp kicks in after 45 seconds of your knee making that clicking sound you’ve been ignoring for a decade. It’s no wonder the Buddha left the wheel of karma if this is how he had to f**k.

The Great Chair Massacre

Really got you both going when you saw it pictured, but having to refer to a phone to get it right is, oddly, a passion-killer. ‘Your leg goes here… No, under not over… Twist to the left.’ While wondering if your home insurance covers sex-related furniture damage, you will fake a desultory orgasm which ends the pain for everyone.

Your astrological week ahead for January 4th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

It’s quicker to ask which TV presenters WON”T be outed as nonces in 2025. Attenborough and Cunk. That’s it.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

You’re more likely to be killed by a vending machine than a shark. Get your f**king facts right, Spielberg.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

Your New Year’s resolution is to go to the gym. You did, then you came back. All it takes is willpower.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

Women are such hypocrites. Your girlfriend always wants some of your chips, but when you shag her sister she’s not into sharing anymore.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

It turns out that if you’re not a benny tied to a post, you’re a benny on the loose. You won’t be falling for that at your next job interview.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

You can’t help but wonder if Virgo was into Warhammer.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

You’re only a failure by the standards of people. Foxes think you’re really successful because you only eat out of bins occasionally. And not many worms have passed their driving test.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 21st

An easy way to remember which months have 30 days is to learn this simple rhyme: 

31 days hath October,

But not February or September,

The first’s got 29 or 28,

Then apart from August, July, December, March, January and May,

They’ve all got 31, minus one day.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

As Billy Idol famously said, it’s a nice day for a rice pudding.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

On Antiques Roadshow people often claim that elderly aristocrats gave valuable items to their servant ancestors. So they just said ‘Here, have this this priceless Constable’ did they? With no witnesses. Sure they did, you genetically-descended thieving, murdering bastards!

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

If carrier pigeons have got such a brilliant sense of direction why don’t they stop scrounging and get a job with Amazon?

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

‘At least 2025 can’t be any worse than 2024!’ you joke, bravely. You’ve obviously not heard about the rapidly-spreading epidemic of spontaneous penis combustion.