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A white home counties roadman gets a summer job workin' for da cold hard cash

WAGWAN? Parentdem say man needs to earn own cash to know its value. Wot is you talkin’ habout, fam? Active J knows value, coz cash ‘as numbers printed on da notes, innit.

Proper trad wife having affair with stable boy

A WOMAN has taken her commitment to live by traditional wifely values all the way by having an affair with a sexy stable boy.

This week in Mash History: Greeks decide sport is more fun in the nip, 720BC

The Olympic Games stem from the human desire to both watch sporting excellence and declare that you could surpass it, if not for a trick knee.

Your astrological week ahead for July 27th, with Psychic Bob

If you buy a Roomba, make sure you’re the one who takes it out of the box because it thinks the first person it sees is its mother.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... how d'you think they get dressage horses to prance around like dicks?

WAKING with a feeling of wellbeing, elation and high self-esteem, I reflect on what led to this happy condition - oddly, a conversation with my private physician, who suggested I address my alcoholic intake.

'The early bird catches the worm' and other proverbs I don't understand. By Orlando Bloom

ORLANDO Bloom, noted thespian, Mr Katy Perry and former elf, reveals the everyday proverbs which continue to leave him baffled.

A confused millennial tries to… party like they used to in the 90s

The 1990s were the greatest decade in history. For example, I was born in 1996.

Your astrological week ahead for July 19th, with Psychic Bob

“I'm actually putting all of this weight on for a role in a Hollywood movie.”

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... sorry, misery guts, 'King Charles' still makes me think of the spaniel

WAKING with a hangover that leaves me seeing quadruple until I vomit copiously from a bay window, I reflect on the harrowing experience I had tried to blot out with alcohol.

The Reform Revolution is building a new Britain. Labour are irrelevant

DID you stay up for it? For the coronation? The moment the people of Clacton, Britain’s bellwether, elected our next prime minister?