Aries, March 21st–April 19th
Roy Wood wishes it could be Christmas every day. Bet he does, come January 1st he’s making fuck all royalties.
Taurus, April 20th–May 20th
Remember, it goes: Divorced, beheaded, died. Divorced, beheaded, died a bit later but still eventually died.
Gemini, May 21st–June 21st
‘I regret ever getting that parrot,’ your parrot says, mournfully.
Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd
The postie knows when you’re getting sex toys delivered. Partly from the name of the parent company on the box, partly because you shout ‘Oh great! My vibrating anal beads have arrived!’
Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd
Whichever townie twat came up with the phrase ‘the cream of the crop’ managed to confuse two very different types of farming.
Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd
What’s bigger, a shitload or a fuckload? Quick, it’s for a customs declaration.
Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd
Being a Libra is a real balancing act between being a massive fuckwit and being a stupid bastard. It’s in the stars, it must be true.
Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd
They shouldn’t call those plants succulents. They taste anything but.
Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st
It’s no wonder people love the shipping forecast on Radio 4 so much. Have you heard the rest of Radio 4?
Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th
Whoever named that pig Babe should be on a register.
Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th
You’re one of those people who believes in crystals. You don’t see the sense in not believing in them. They’re there, after all.
Pisces, February 19th–March 20th
The Strictly formula’s got boring. They should do what failing movie franchises do and set the next one in space.