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'I can't hand these notebooks to the inquiry,' I told Boris. 'They're pornography.' 'Nadine ghosted those bits,' he admits

‘AS lockdown fell across the country, the atmosphere in Downing Street was febrile, fertile and charged with lust,’ I read. ‘Good, eh?’ says Boris.

My Neighbour Totoro: is it nothing but middle-class animation for snobby parents?

STUDIO Ghibli’s classic continues to delight Guardian readers who ban their precious children from watching Despicable Me. But is the 1988 anime in its own way just as shit?

This week in Mash History: The first recorded mansplain, 1338 BCE

IN the modern day, women are able to call out patronising, oversimplified explanations of subjects they’re already expert on delivered by men wearing too-tight trousers.

Mash Blind Date: 'We'd stalked each other online so much we had f**k all to talk about'

CRAVING romantic adventure, Jo Kramer and Oliver O’Connor completely fucked it up by doing too much online research beforehand. How did meeting IRL disappoint?

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

You and your wife have your sex tape openly displayed, on the bookshelves, with ‘SEX TAPE’ on the spine. What’s anyone going to do? It’s Betamax.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... Rishi Sunak, the hypocrite's hypocrite

WAKING following a late evening that turned into a morning followed by an afternoon, I find myself at the wheel of a car that has pranged the gates of 10 Downing Street.

They can't have Boris's pandemic texts because our love cannot not be stripped bare at a public inquiry. Also all the criminal shit

WOULD the letters of Romeo and Juliet be sent to a public inquiry? Cyrano and Roxane? Why are the WhatsApps of those lovers Boris and Carrie any different?

The bastard offspring of Grease and a horny GI: The gammon food critic hits the 1950s all-American diner

WHY so many right-winger are Yankophiles I’ll never know. A brash, cultureless mess of a country whose national pastimes are shooting schoolkids and police beatings.

Let's move to the home of prisons, witch trials and commuters! This week: Chelmsford

Described by Charles Dickens in 1835 as ‘the dullest and most stupid place on earth’, Chelmsford hasn’t changed much.

How to go to your grave without doing anal, by the Mash sex columnist

DON’T fancy it? Not sure why his junk feels entitled to demand yet another hole? If you’d rather let the other orifices do the heavy lifting, use these dodges.