Your astrological week ahead for April 26th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

“That’s the way the money goes, pop! goes Vin Diesel.”

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Following Red Light Spells Danger with Get Outta My Dreams, Get into My Car is Billy Ocean telling you he’s fighting an unsuccessful battle against picking up streetwalkers.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

God is trying to communicate with you via the motivational signs sold in garden centres. But are you listening?

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

I’m actually so against spoilers I haven’t watched the final 15 minutes of any film since 1992.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

I never get any work done between Easter and the May Bank Holiday. It’s just too exciting.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

On the continent, children are often allowed a glass of wine with their evening meal. This is because it either sends them to sleep or is funny.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

Make time to speak to someone’s mother today. Who knows, you could end up in their will.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

Sigh. On to outfit seven of ‘Go to work like you’re hosting the Oscars’ week.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

“What I like is to see a couple of heavily tattooed freaks going at it. Is that catered for?” “Yes, sir, by all of pornography.”

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

Inspired by the turducken, I’ve fitted a Stilton inside a Brie inside an Edam.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

The animated film series Madagascar didn’t really touch on 75 per cent of the nation living in poverty, did it?

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

Venus is in your third house. She’s watching your telly and wearing your bathrobe.

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The Archbishop of Canterbury on… Ricky Gervais, happy to be inspected by the Toilet Police

WAKING with a hangover so intense I feel it would require a guillotine rather than an aspirin to remedy, I reflect on the passing of Pope Francis and my decision to apply for his job.

There is the snag of my being Church of England but I would be quite willing to convert – it’s all the same to me. What’s a bit of transubstantiation between friends? More relevant are my people skills, the breadth of my appeal and my proven ability to run a religion. 

I outlined my pitch in a point-by-point email to the Conclave titled WHY I’D MAKE A FUCKING GREAT POPE. Among my proposals were to drop the fucking nonsense about rubber johnnies, gay marriage for priests and kick out the nonces. I also pointed out the novelty of electing the world’s first openly atheist Pope. 

I have yet to hear back but my own Church council is sufficiently alarmed that I might make this high-profile move that they have voted to double my stipend. On that basis I may reluctantly withdraw my application. 

My future thus in the balance, I take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein I read that in the light of the recent Supreme Court ruling, equalities minister Bridget Phillipson has said trans women should use toilets according to their biological sex.

That’ll fucking work out well, won’t it? A charter for the fucking self-appointed TERF Toilet Police to bar anyone who doesn’t look like fucking Kylie Minogue in her Neighbours period from taking a piss! And how does it fucking work for trans men? They have to go piss in the ladies? Just because of your rigid binary hang-up about genitals and fucking gender? Quite apart from not reading what the ruling actually fucking said, you haven’t thought it through for one second, have you? Another fucking desperate attempt to suck up to Trump and Reform voters, which is the only idea you useless fuckers have got right now! 

Ricky Gervais was among those who celebrated the Supreme Court ruling, posting an image of himself uncorking a bottle of champagne.

Yeah, only a true cunt like you could metaphorically wank over the prospect of an already marginalised group being punched down even fucking further! I hope every time scumboids like you try to take a piss in a public toilet, some upstanding citizen takes it upon themselves to challenge you to prove you’re not a trans man! Sure, you’ve grown that fucking beard but what does that prove? Drop your fucking trousers and prove you’re a biological male or it’s off to the women’s toilets, you massive fucking pervert! 

Oasis fans have collectively lost more than £2 million to scams since tickets for their reunion tour went on sale, a bank has estimated. The biggest single amount lost was more than £1,700, suggesting fans are willing to pay well over face value.

It’s part of my job to deplore crime, thou shalt not kill and all that shit, but frankly I’m on the side of the fucking scammers on this one! If you’re gonna fleece anyone, fleece pigshit-thick nostalgists and bovine members of the English Rock Defence League who are willing to pony up stupid sums to bray along to Wonderwall in some ghastly fucking hangar like a giant fucking abattoir or something! Scams like this should remind you how fucking stupid you are, so try thinking harder about shit and maybe read some books or whatever, instead of shelling out bundles to join some Stone Island herd of fuckwits!

Finally, it seems Liz Truss has been supplementing her meagre income by writing a column in the Daily Telegraph, in which she complained that her 2022 mini-budget might have worked had it not been for ‘Conservative-in-name-only MPs, the economic establishment and their allies in the media’.

Are you pulling my cock? Seriously, are you pulling my fucking cock? That a swivel-eyed madwoman like you ever found their way into 10 Downing Street is a fucking indictment of how lopsided to the right this country has become! It’s like fucking Katie Hopkins being elected prime minister! Dead mice brought in through the fucking catflap by the Downing Street cat would have made a better prime minister than you! Even fucking Keir Starmer is a fractionally better Prime Minister than you! How fucking humiliating is that?