Your astrological week ahead for March 15th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

As humans we have collectively decided: when woodland society inevitably organises, badgers will be the police.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Aren’t all showers walk-in? You’re hardly going to f**king skateboard in there, are you?

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

Every other stunt has been done. What can happen in the next Mission: Impossible movie but Tom Cruise is shot out of his own hog’s eye?

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

Why don’t you pop into your village pub, stick Father John Misty on the jukebox and 6Music the shit out of the locals?

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

Sociologists debate where the ‘Western world’ ends. Probably somewhere near Warwick.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

If you think unauthorised biographers are bad, spare a thought for the illegal biographers, living in undergrowth outside the houses of the famous, scribbling notes on discarded cardboard.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

The only purpose of circuses is to inoculate children against clowns.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

“Miss Slater, it gives me only a small amount of pleasure to confirm you are the best dressed woman I have ever convicted of vehicular manslaughter.”

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Up there on the cross above Golgotha, Jesus saw an old friend in the crowd but, agony of agonies, was unable to give him a wave.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

Bin strike. You heard me. The bins are on strike. Try the pedal bin in the bathroom. Sealed shut.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

A blunt is something you suck on and also something that does suck. There you go, you’ve just tweeted like James Blunt.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

“Let’s make this country a little less V for Vendetta and a little more V for Viennetta.” [APPLAUSE]

The Archbishop of Canterbury on… Alexander Armstrong, at a food bank near you

WAKING up with a hangover whose throbbing is so intense it disrupts satnav systems across central London, I take a sip of water and reflect on another momentous week. 

I made an impromptu visit to the United States on Monday, there to be granted a special audience with Donald Trump. I had heard he is greatly influenced by the last person he spoke to and wondered if I could use my own influence to the good. 

He greeted me reverently in the Oval Office, and offered me by way of a present a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey, which I gratefully imbibed on the spot. I noted that he was wearing a MAGA cap. I asked him what this acronym stood for.

‘Make America Great Again,’ said the president, chest expanding proudly. I gazed at the curious orange fellow intently. ‘Don’t you mean, “Make Albania Great Again”, Mr President? Surely?’

‘Oh. Yes,’ he said, as if transfixed by my conviction. ‘Make Albania Great Again. As you say. A beautiful country. Let’s make it great.’

And so, I had him sit down and draft a non-reversible bill to donate $800 billion, funded by a windfall wealth tax, for the development and betterment of the country of Albania. As he signed it off, I presented him with a special scroll, confirming him as the Honorary Archbishop of Mar-a-Lago, which he can do what the fuck he likes with. 

With a wry chuckle I take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein I read that Pointless presenter Alexander Armstrong has described himself as ‘angry and extremely poor’ due to Labour’s tax on private schools.

Fuck me with my dead Great Dane’s penis, do you have any sort of checking process between thinking things and them emerging from your mouth? ‘Extremely poor’? Had to resort to food banks and shoplifting baby formula, have you? It may have been a tad tongue-in-cheek, but it’s pretty fucking rich and self-pitying from someone who’s a household name BBC TV presenter! I bet your wages for Pointless have gone up every year, unlike the miserly prize money you dole out to the fucking contestants. And since when has anyone called ‘Xander’ been poor? Twat!

Health secretary Wes Streeting was in robust form in the House of Commons this week, jeering as follows at the Conservative opposition: ‘It must be so painful for them to see a Labour government doing the things they only ever talked about.’ Labour’s recent plans have included slashing benefits, reducing international aid and abolishing NHS England, with thousands of job losses.

Yeah, that’s some fucking boast right there! Do things a far-right government would have liked to have done but didn’t have the fucking nerve to! Keep the red flag flying, eh? You smarmy bunch of careerists might be impressing each other but you’re not impressing anyone else! I mean, cunts are gonna cunt but at least give us back the ‘Labour’ banner, eh? You’re like fucking climate denialists taking over the Green party to get some votes! Call yourselves the Illiberal Autocrats, or something!

Thangam Debonnaire, former Labour MP for Bristol Central until she was deposed by the Green Party candidate, has been appointed a life peer despite having previously vehemently denied she would be given any such role.

Don’t worry, we get the fucking message to the voters. I mean, Ian fucking Botham as a peer is bad enough but at least he wasn’t actively kicked out by the electorate like this hack specimen! The message is clear: fuck you, you smelly, clean water-loving, genocide-opposing pig people, you’re not ruining our appointments. If you don’t go with the candidates a handful of Labour cronies decided you should go with, we’ll put them in the House of Lords and there’s fuck all you can do about it! Because the last fucking thing we’re gonna do is abolish the House of Lords – whatever we’ve said in our two-faced fucking past!

Finally, Vladimir Putin is considering the terms of the proposed 30-day ceasefire in the conflict between Russia and Ukraine.

Yeah, sure, he’s definitely seriously considering it. It’s not like he’s one of the worst men in the world, which is why Donald Trump wants to be his girlfriend and suck his cock till his pouty lips turn blue! Fucking hell, I bet Tony Blair, Bono and Bob Geldof are ashamed to shit they were fighting to have their photos taken alongside this loathsome, defenestrating cunt 20 years ago! Well, they would be, except between them they haven’t got three atoms of shame to fucking rub together!