Your astrological week ahead for July 12th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

‘You can do mine next!’ you call to your neighbour on Sunday morning, as he stands wanking furiously in his driveway.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Is it too late to vote? Only I’ve found the post-it note with ‘Reform’ written on it on the mantelpiece.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

Why is pregnancy the only life event confirmed by urinating on a stick? There should be others, like A-level results.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

Boris Johnson isn’t coming back. It’s time to sell that blonde wig and shutter that YouTube channel.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

‘Dua Lipa’ actually translates as ‘Mars Duo’.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

All surgeons pop a buttercup under your chin pre-operation to check if you like Lurpak Slightly Salted.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

Weather? Wet. Hotel room? Shit. Your wife? Furious but insistent that this dirty weekend does not go to waste.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

And would sir care to retire to the drawing room with a can of Monster?

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Sometimes you have to kiss a lot of frogs to get thrown out of London Zoo. But sometimes just a couple will get the job done.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

Competitive eating contests should focus less on quantity and more on the elan, sophistication and artistry of swallowing 97 cheeseburgers in under an hour.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

Ready to uproot your life and family and move hundreds of miles to live in a huge new house that costs £3,000 a month to run? No? Don’t enter the f**king Omaze draw then.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

“I’m bored. Shall we swap phones for a bit?”

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The Archbishop of Canterbury on... having no f**king desire to Meet the Rees-Moggs

WAKING up with a hangover so stinking it can be smelt in neighbouring boroughs, I recall the events that led me to my current pass. 

Although a member of the House of Lords for many years, it was only yesterday that I made my maiden speech. I was a little the worse for wear but my words were as follows. 

‘My Lords, Ladies, I’ve never before felt the urge to waste breath on this shitshower of a fucking chamber, but I must say this: I just clocked in downstairs for my daily allowance of £323 then fucked off to the bar and pissed most of it up a fucking wall. Literally. 

‘It’s a fucking disgrace that I get away with it but there are bigger disgraces sitting here. I mean, fuck me, Ian Botham? What the fuck is a lump of cunt like you doing in the House of Lords? Lord Lucan was a better lord than you. And Haw-Haw.’ Thereupon I vomited copiously and slunk back in my seat.

Taking in the papers, I see my speech has received excellent notices. ‘Courageous’, ‘a breath of fresh air’ and suchlike. I also notice that the England team has prevailed in Euro 2024, thanks to a controversial penalty awarded by VAR. Dutch manager Ronald Koeman decried the technology, saying it was ‘destroying’ football.

Hahahahaha, serves you the fuck right, you cow-faced twat! Some of us remember you from Holland v England in 1993, hauling down David Platt in the penalty box, then having a free kick awarded instead of being sent off, and scoring the fucking winning goal! Karma’s slow – instant, my arse – but it’s finally come back to stamp on your fucking gonads with studs! Of course it wasn’t a penalty! It was a con job! You were Harry Kaned and Harry Kaned good! Fate has sat on your face and farted wetly and not before fucking time!

Jonathan Ashworth, the MP and member of the shadow cabinet who lost his Leicester South seat to independent Shockat Adam, has been in the media complaining of the injustice.

What the fuck was unjust about it? They counted the votes and he got a thousand more than you. Maybe if you’d shown some fucking balls in the first ceasefire vote and at least agreed the slaughter of kids was bad you wouldn’t have got your arse deservedly handed to you? Anyway, why the fuck are you being interviewed by all the major news outlets? You and that ghastly fucking ghoul Thangam Debbonaire? You’re losers! How about we hear from the fucking winners and you fuck off back to your shitty podcasts?

It has been pointed out that in 2019 Labour suffered their worst election defeat since the 1930s, with just 10.2 million people voting for them. By contrast, in 2024 Labour enjoyed a huge comeback and massive parliamentary majority, with a stunning 9.6 million votes.

Hahahahaha, we all know the system is fucked, but that’ll be fucking hilarious till the end of time! Over half a million more people voted for Corbyn than Starmer! That’s why all the Starmerites are seething with rage even after they’ve won! Think you’re gonna get more popular as people realise you’re a bunch of lobbyists in hock to corporations, privatisers and fucking billionaires? It’s killing you inside and this is as good as it gets! It’s your Spice Girls Wannabe moment, and that was fucking shit!

Finally, it seems Jacob Rees-Mogg is filming a new fly-on-the-wall reality TV show following his election defeat. The Discovery+ series, Meet The Moggs, will follow the former minister in his 17th-century country house and feature his wife Helena and their six children.

For fucking twat’s sake, which fucking chortling tit of a commissioning editor thought it’d be, like, sooo amazing to turn this venal, moneysucking, pseudo-classicist cunt into some sort of fucking national treasure? It’s reality TV, but the actual reality is that he’s a thick-as-whaleshit, country-destroying, attention-seeking cock! I’ll be tuning in, but only for the slim chance of you fucking choking to death on a kipper bone at breakfast, you lank streak of cosplaying scum!