Aries, March 21st–April 19th
Is Don’t Look Now really such a classic? You followed the instructions and you didn’t see anything scary or Julie Christie’s tits.
Taurus, April 20th–May 20th
Save time listening to the average British politics podcast by saying something obvious to yourself and being more of a wanker.
Gemini, May 21st–June 21st
Do your research before a job interview and impress the interviewer by getting their name tattooed on your neck.
Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd
Who’s this guy ‘The Straight of Hormuz’? He sounds a bit up himself. You don’t get people calling themselves The Gay of the Norfolk Broads.
Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd
‘I hope my leg don’t break, walking on the moon’ sang Sting, displaying an impressive knowledge of microgravity-induced osteoporosis. It’s a shame Ash didn’t show the same scientific rigour when they wrote Girl From Mars.
Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd
You’d be more open to the idea of a throuple if you didn’t have to say a wanky portmanteau word every time someone asks if you’re in a relationship.
Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd
A people pleaser is bad, but a crowd pleaser is good. So really it just depends on the number of people you’re pleasing. The hypocrisy is sickening.
Scorpio, October 23rd–November 21st
Every time you show a woman your vinyl collection she never seems very impressed by a length of drainpipe and a 1970s car seat.
Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st
You don’t understand why people write in to agony aunts about things like shagging their wife’s mum. Are they expecting them to say ‘Great stuff, carry on’?
Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th
The moral of the story is: by faking an interplanetary invasion you can fool your fellow Remulakians and live happily on Earth permanently. The story was Coneheads.
Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th
Actually this town is easily big enough for the both of us. I’m the new beta male sheriff.
Pisces, February 19th–March 20th
Credit to socially-responsible bookies Paddy Power for their anti-betting adverts telling the public that gambling is for twats like Danny Dyer and Gemma Collins.