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Mash Blind Date: How the f**k did we manage to rope Margot Robbie into this?

MAN who cannot believe his fucking luck Tom Booker, aged 34, finds himself going on a date with Margot Robbie. She’s a married celebrity and he’s a nobody. Will it work?

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

Tinder have been in touch. They say swiping right on absolutely everyone is in contravention of their fair use policy and you’re going to have to be single forever.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... Rishi Sunak's private pissing jet

WAKING in a walk-in refrigerator, having mislaid my hotel keys, the hotel’s name and the name of the city I am currently in, I am joined by a visitor.

Fire every teacher. Hire a random selection of drunks from a Nuneaton Wetherspoons. They'd do a better job

THERE’S a point at which it’s time to stop fixing and start again, and Britain has reached it with our woke BLM-kneeling gender-obsessed Marxist fifth-columnist teachers.

Lah-de-dah menus and wine that costs more than a whole off licence: the gammon food critic goes French

I haven’t had a first date in a decade so I’ve pushed the boat out, and you know what that means: French.

Let's move to an unwelcoming market town still waiting to get paid for Buckingham Palace's gates! This week: Bromsgrove

Right at the heart of England, yet awkwardly out of reach like a boil between the shoulder blades, Bromsgrove is perfect for anyone yearning for a characterless shit tip where everybody hates you.

Mash Blind Date: 'We said if we were both single at 30 we'd get married. It wasn't a joke, Lucy'

THEY’VE been friends since they were teenagers when they made a pact drunk that one party fully intends to honour. Will Lucy Parry and Jordan Gardner marry?

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

Joining Disney+ to watch The Banshees of Inisherin felt weird at first, but then Mickey Mouse does only have three fingers.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... Harry's sodding book sales

WALKING in an upholstered chair at a round table with studio lights beaming down harshly, I realise that I am on the panel of Question Time. 

'They put your sixth-form politics student showreel on the news!' my wife calls. 'That's a party political broadcast,' I explain

I KNEW it had started and sneak in to see Akshata watch it. ‘They stitched you up! They got your A-level coursework!’ she calls out.