Aries, March 21st–April 19th
If your town needs something to put it on the map, that’s not the fault of the town but the map. Maps should have all the places on them. That’s the point of maps.
Taurus, April 20th–May 20th
Not many foods come ‘on the cob’. Makes you wonder why we don’t describe more of it as ‘off the cob’.
Gemini, May 21st–June 21st
‘Carling, darling?’ asks the depressed barmaid to the depressed regular in the depressing Mansfield pub.
Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd
I take my sausage roll Chappell Roan style please, Greggs: hot, to go.
Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd
In sympathy with the brave refuse workers of Birmingham, I’m not taking the bins out on Tuesday.
Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd
Is there any way we could tell word processing software that we don’t use footnotes anywhere near as often as it thinks we do?
Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd
I like my women like I like my pancakes. Covered in nothing but a light dusting of icing sugar.
Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd
In spring, think of those who have it hardest this time of year. High-flying career women who left their city lives for hunky small-town Christmas tree salesmen.
Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st
Every single man, woman and child in the city of Amsterdam is there because they love drugs. Remember that. For a scant few it comes a close second to prostitution.
Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th
“They say they’re gay, but I notice all their icons are really hot women.”
Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th
So when people wear t-shirts about bands or shows they like, that’s fine, but when I wear shirts about things I enjoy like tits and mashed potatoes, suddenly that’s ‘not in keeping with the ethos of casual Friday’?
Pisces, February 19th–March 20th
Lent’s over. Time to get back on the synthetic opioids.