Your astrological week ahead for January 25th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

Just two more and you’ve slept with every mascot in league football. God damn, why must Pilgrim Pete and Pottermus play so hard to get?

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

My pronouns are he/him. You don’t want to ask about my adverbs, though.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

“Have you got any vegan options?” “Yes, you could eat meat again?”

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

A little from Timothée Chalamet, a little from Timothee Chalabee.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

“Now look at them yo-yos, that’s the way you do it. Yes, these look to be the most exciting annual Yo-Yo Championships of the last 40 years.”

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

Can you pay for giant novelty cheques by cheque? If so, the ratio is astonishing.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

Don’t step on my blue suede shoes. They’re the only clothing I’ve got, hence why I’m otherwise naked, because all my other clothing was stepped on.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

A little-known fact about renewing your vows is it later means you have to get divorced twice.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

The real mistake of the Frasier reboot? Introducing the third Crane brother, Crazylegs Crane.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

“Quiet! I can hardly hear myself wank in here!”

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

All these year waiting to find out who really killed JFK, and when we finally find out it was the most obvious killer possible. His pimp.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

If they ban TikTok, what next? Asbestos? Nuclear weapons? Lead-based children’s toys? When will the woke stop their war on happiness?

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... expecting more of Snoop

WAKING up with a hangover that according to my Geiger counter readings is technically a nuclear incident, I reflect on the week’s events, not least the new presidency.

I had informed the press that I intended to deliver a series of sermons relating to the newly-inaugurated president which I felt were of national interest. At the first of these, I congratulated Donald Trump on his election victory, then shot out my arm diagonally. 

The next day, my gesture was reported by the mainstream media as ‘possibly a Roman salute’ and a ‘curiously spasmodic hand action’. 

And so I delivered a second sermon. This time, I shot my arm out, put a comb underneath my nose and shouted ‘Sieg Heil!’ The media reported that as well as the Roman salute, I had sniffed my comb and called out to a Mr Seagull. 

On the third day, I donned a black uniform and jackboots, gave a Nazi salute and goosestepped down the aisle of the abbey with my comb to my nose screaming ‘Heil Hitler!’ fanatically as the press looked on nervously. 

‘D’YOU GET IT? WHEN YOU SEE SOMEONE BEING A NAZI, FUCKING WELL REPORT THEY WERE BEING NAZIS, YOU NORMALISING CUNTS!’ I yelled at the journalists. 

The next day, the press reported as follows: ‘Kate radiant as she opens new Doncaster swimming baths.’

With a deep sigh, I take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein I read that Trump has pardoned 1,500 convicted rioters, stating that they were merely involved in ‘very minor incidents’. 

Suck my grandfather’s rotting fucking cock on a stick, ‘very minor incidents’? And I suppose the October 1917 revolution was just ‘high spirits’. The Storming of The Bastille was a bit of pushing and shoving over a fucking baguette! You and your MAGA nutjobs have turned America into a joke, you treasonous, weirdly camp old fucker! I’d say to everyone with half a brain in the USA to get the fuck out of there and leave the fat-arsed, the racist, the thick as pigshit, the rednecks and the the cowfuckers to fend for themselves. The dumb fucks will reduce the place to a Walking Dead wasteland, but hey, cheap fucking eggs! Or not!

The artist Snoop Dogg was among the musicians at Trump’s inauguration, along with country stars such as Carrie Underwood and Billy Ray Cyrus, despite having previously said he would ‘roast’ any artist who performed for Trump. 

I mean, you expect the fucking country cunts to come out and play, but fucking Snoop? It’s not often you can say ‘We expected more of you’ of mumbling dopehead former-Crip Snoop, but how low will you go for a dollar, man? I’m not exactly gonna have to hire a huge skip to throw out all my fucking Snoop records but you are fucking finished for me! Deleted! Cancelled! You don’t come back from Uncle Tomming for a fucking fascist, Mr Dogg!

Chancellor Rachel Reeves has said she will amend the finance bill to soften planned changes to the non-dom tax regime after intense lobbying from wealthy UK residents. She has also spoken of how ‘relaxed’ she is about wealth creation. 

Wealth creation, my blotchy, mottled yellow arse! It’s not wealth creation, it’s wealth fucking acquisition, acquired from the rest of us because you’re too shit scared to tax the rich because that’d be fucking socialist and therefore antisemitic or whatever! This was the one economic policy that distinguished you from the fucking Tories and surprise, fucking surprise, you’ve caved like the shit souffle you are! All these fuckers do with their millions is throw them in a giant, useless fucking pile on a remote island! What’s a ghastly, hooting, sucker-up like you doing in the Labour Party? Fucking fitting right in, sadly.

Finally, it seems Manchester City are on the brink of elimination from the Champions League, having been beaten 4-2 by Paris Saint-Germain.

Hahahahahahaha, I’m glad there are shitloads of fucking aisles in my line of work because I was rolling in them like a bastard when I heard this result! 25th in the fucking table! Below Stuttgart, Club Brugge and even fucking Celtic, for fuck’s sake! They’re gonna have to bankrupt the fucking United Arab Emirates to bail you out of this one, you useless, prancing, superannuated bunch of over-ripe fucking cockcheeses!