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Your astrological week ahead for September 20th, with Psychic Bob

You know how you deal with a jellyfish sting? You don’t let his insults get to you in the first place.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on… Charles, wondering if anyone pissed in the soup

WAKING with a hangover so intense that some sort of silver liquid matter is dribbling from my ears, I reflect upon meeting President Trump during his visit to the UK. 

Why won't British leftists say bad things about Charlie Kirk so I can get them fired?

I SCAN their social media. I monitor their conversations. I can tell they’re thinking it. So why won’t our homegrown liberals badmouth Charlie Kirk so I can snitch on them?

Mash Blind Date: 'Is he the red-blooded male whose sacrifice will please the Old Ones, or too handsy?'

HANNAH Tomlinson, known to her coven as 28-year-old Isolde Hexebane, wonders if Tom Logan, aged 28, is The One whose sacrifice her dark masters crave?

Your astrological week ahead for September 13th, with Psychic Bob

‘Oh I do like to be beside the seaside,’ quoth the seagull.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on… Nadine Dorries, an asset in what way exactly?

WAKING with a hangover so intense I shat out both my kidneys and an auxiliary third one I had transplanted, my mind turned to strangely relevant historical events.

Arthur or Martha, make your f**king minds up: The gammon food critic's fusion experience

NOTHING can be as nature intended these days. Women who think they're men. Men who think they're women. The 'gender neutral' lot who claim to be neither when a quick look in their pants would clear it up once and for all. 

Sex advice from your parents it took you bloody years to find out was totally wrong

YOUR braces are off, you’ve discovered Lynx Epic Fresh and your parents have accepted getting laid is a possibility. This is the red-faced, mumbled advice they gave you.

Your astrological week ahead for September 6th, with Psychic Bob

Call that a wig, Kate? Charles II would like a word.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on… sure you've got enough Union Jacks, Yvette?

WAKING up with a hangover that requires me to consume 42 gallons of water in five minutes to assuage it, I reflect on the week’s ecclesiastical events.