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Mash Blind Date: 'I hoped he'd bring the dog from his Bumble profile. It's all I'm interested in'

NAIL artist Kelly Howard, aged 29, only swiped right on Jack Browne, aged 32, because of his adorable King Charles spaniel. Can she endure a whole date without seeing it?

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Except Beyoncé.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... those thieving twats at the British Museum

WAKING with something of a morning head, after a late evening with the Little Sisters Of The Poor who are renowned for their thirst, I learn that Michael Parkinson has died.

As we leave the concert, a revelation strikes me: I, Rishi Sunak, am Britain's Taylor Swift

YOU cannot watch the Eras tour and walk away unchanged. But I admit I wasn’t expecting the revelation that Taylor and I, with a few minor differences, are the same.

They were the baddies in the war: ten facts I'm just now learning about Germany, by Harry Kane

I PREFER American football, but my transfer to the Dallas Cowboys fell through so I came to Bayern Munich instead. Did you know that’s in Germany? I didn’t.

Blaming the French: is there any problem it doesn't solve?

WE pretend there are other explanations. Weather, the Labour party, Millennials, etcetera. But, you, I and everyone knows all Britain’s problems are down to the French.

GB News and Talk TV secretly fucking

THE UK’s two least-watched and most furiously aroused news channels are meeting to fuck in secret, it has emerged.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... the lost deposit and stamped-flat bollocks of Laurence Fox

WAKING in a sealed coffin in total darkness, I yawn after coming to following the most pleasant three days’ sleep in my life.

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

Probably keep quiet about that disposable barbecue you didn’t put out properly during a picnic in Hawaii last week.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on… an army of f**king robot Murdochs

‘We are here to celebrate the life of Bishop Wilkes,' I tell the mourners. 'However, it would be remiss of me not to address a more pressing matter. The railway company LNER and what they laughingly call their wifi service.'