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The Archbishop of Canterbury on… all aboard Desperate Patriotic Bollocks Railways

WAKING with a hangover so searing I have to call the fire brigade and have them direct a hose at full blast directly into my mouth for ten minutes in order to rehydrate, I reflect on the past week. 

He approaches from behind. Drops his trousers. Keir Starmer is ready to bugger our Brexit

HE pretended he wasn’t interested. ‘Brexit?’ he said, disingenuously, ‘Why on earth should I stage an entire election just to sexually violate that?’

Mash Blind Date: 'She's specifically looking for a "Daddy". Well, I'm a father-of two'

HANNAH Tomlinson, aged 36, has a Daddy fetish. 50-year-old Martin Bishop has two adult daughters and a practical car. Is he what she’s looking for?

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

Did you know, Dolly Parton wrote Jolene and was cloned into a sheep on the very same day.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on… Kirstie Allsopp, standing up for the little £2,000,000 homeowner

WAKING with a hangover so intense I am able to conduct full body X-rays when I look in the mirror, I gargle a restorative and reflect on a week of immense theological significance.

Pissed on mulled cider and roast chestnut reflux: The gammon food critic's Victorian Christmas fayre

I CAN'T be arsed with Christmas. All that fuss and build-up then it costs a shitting fortune and is over in a flash, like when I pay for sex. Plus the pubs only open for lunchtime, which is cruel to blokes with families.

Six roleplay scenarios to make you both feel like twats, with the Mash sex columnist

READY to be someone else in the bedroom? Someone fumbling their lines and feeling deep humiliation? Combining the worse of bored sex and am-dram? Give roleplay a try.

Your astrological week ahead for November 29th, with Psychic Bob

And so a week that began with Lord Cameron requesting we all imagine him bent over, cheeks spread, bumhole gaping, draws to a close.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on… The Guardian: wake up and smell the middle-class bollocks

WAKING with a hangover so excruciating that were I to vomit the contents of my stomach would burn through to the Earth’s core, I reflect on my encounter with the Man Who Would Be Prime Minister. 

A white home counties roadman's crew camps out in a deadman graveyard wiv a bag of special brownies

WAGWAN? Active J ‘as been hexperiencin’ da great houtdoors, fam. Crewdem an’ man decided to ‘ave a hadventure by campin’ hovernight in da local graveyard wiv da deadbots, innit?