This week in Mash History: William Caxton invents celebrity autobiographies, 1476

THE father of English printing, William Caxton brought the first printing press to our shores and was instrumental in coining the phrase ‘that f**king printer’s f**king broken again’.

But it has recently come to light that his aim in doing so was not to enlighten masses with translations of The Iliad, but to bring the great gift of the celebrity memoir to Britons hungry for scandal.

A letter from Caxton to old friend Margaret of York, back in his former home of Bruges, said: “My dear Duchess, you would not believe the success ye booke enjoys. It is as if merely having one on a shelf makes one look intelligent and cultured.

“But while my press roars with The Canterbury Tales and Aesop’s Fables, I feel its true destiny is to publish the real, unexpurgated tales of those known to everyone but in their own words.

“I once again implore you to think upon my offer of publishing your life story. I understand you fear it uninteresting, but I have an intuition that its mundanity will only make it sell more, especially around Christmastime.

“There is of course the illiteracy problem. But just as the ancient monk’s manuscripts were illuminated with Biblical illustration, so do I apprehend these tomes containing images of the writer themselves, perhaps of their previous tonsures or abdominal muscles.

“As you are a busy woman, there is no need for you personally to set quill to vellum. A scribe could be tasked with producing a manuscript which you then simply claim to be your own.

“I even predict they would not need to be read as such, but merely gifted to others, kept in the garderobe for a discreet time and then passed on. My only concern is printing the name in gold leaf on ye cover, which I feel to be paramount.”

Sadly Margaret never did compose her memoir, nor did Caxton’s account of being ‘ye shagger of Bruges’ ever see print. But his ideas allowed Margery Kempe to publish her very own tell-all of her sexual temptations, which proved a Q4 hit.

Next week: to Easter Island circa 1250, when an anonymous stonemason began to craft souvenirs ‘to encourage the tourist trade’.

Your astrological week ahead for November 23rd, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

You’ve staked out a ring, you’ve got baying crowds, an illegal bookie is taking cash bets. But these snowballs just won’t fight.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

That poor bloke might have lived if you’d remembered your CPR training, not just the lyrics to The Fray’s 2006 hit How to Save A Life.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

A train leaves Sheffield at 11.39am, travelling at 120 miles per hour. Another train leaves Doncaster at 11.48am, travelling at 95 miles per hour. And you’re stood right in the middle of the level crossing like a twat.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

The ninth rule of Fight Club is try to fight 58-year-old men who have a wide array of health issues.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

Horrible having a secret admirer. The secrets you have should never be admired.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

The best thing about a Smart car is you can hitch it onto the back of a campervan and now you’re on their holiday.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

In his office in Lyon, a Frenchman opens his Camembert. His colleagues all look up as the delicious aroma wafts through the office. ‘Zut alors, Jacques, ça sent délicieux,’ one comments.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

Shame there are no big events taking place between Remembrance Day and Ash Wednesday. It’d be nice to see family.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Avoid exorbitant cinema snack prices by sneaking a whole hog roast into Wicked.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

It must be so hard for Mancunian families with a daughter called Kelly, after the conviction. No longer being able to refer to ‘Our Kelly’.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

Have a break. Have a Kit-Kat. Have a glass of wine. Have an affair with your sister-in-law.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

Butterfingers can be a nickname both for the clumsy and for Marlon Brando in Last Tango in Paris.