Your astrological week ahead for February 14th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

Kevin Pork, Kevin Ham, Kevin Gammon, Kevin Bacon. There you go, done it in four.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Today, briefly go on DuoLingo then stop mid-sentence. Tease that owl. Edge that big-eyed f**ker.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

Lighting the lights only after meeting the Muppets suggests it is mandatory for any first encounter with them to be in total darkness.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

“And now for a slightly different Winter Olympics ice skating routine themed around a woman from Kent at Winter Wonderland, drunk on Bailey’s hot chocolate, circling terrified round the rink to the sound of the Vengaboys.”

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

America should move Pride month to August. Then it would come before their fall.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

‘I know when to go out. When to stay in.’ Not really a skill worthy of a lyric, is it, David Bowie?

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

There should be an autumn Olympics. Conkers. Kicking leaves. Desperately searching for a sex partner before it’s too late.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

Don’t take this the wrong way, but here’s your suppository.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Well, at least all this rain’s been good for the crops. No, wait, hold on, I’m hearing that farmers claim to be facing ruin and want massive subsidies as with any other f**king thing.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

I’m sorry Miss Jackson; I reversed over your dog while I was high, then drove forwards over it again before crashing into several parked cars. I will learn from this.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once: red lorry, yellow lorry.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

Weird that today the societal expectation is that you should have sex, but if you’d had sex yesterday you would have been murdered by a maniac in a hockey mask.

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The Archbishop of Canterbury on… Pam Bondi, attorney general or shitfaced Ryanair passenger?

WAKING with a hangover so excruciating my head feels like a timpani being pounded with sledgehammers by a 15-foot half-man, half-gorilla, I drink ten gallons of water and open a letter concerning a trust fund I set up.

Last January I had the idea of having a swear box screwed to the side of my pulpit. Since then, thanks to my fiery sermons, the deposits have accrued impressively and, thanks to wise investments on my part, allowed me to set up a trust fund to provide generously for everything from overseas grants to essential church maintenance. 

My example of financial good practice has spread far and wide, with institutions of all kinds reaping the benefits of swear boxes. I would urge any religious organisation – or indeed private individuals – to take on board the words of my mission statement: ‘Swearing – A Fuck Sight More Use Than The Power Of Fucking Prayer, That’s For Fucking Sure.’ 

I file away the missive, take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein I read that billionaire Jim Ratcliffe, the owner of Manchester United and a resident of Monaco, has claimed that the UK has been ‘colonised’ by immigrants. He later apologised, saying he was sorry his choice of language ‘offended some people’. 

Fuck me, you ghastly, hypocritical, non-taxpaying, parasitical fucking scarecrow! You don’t mind your football team being crammed with immigrants, do you? Which is just as well, or you’d be losing to fucking Walsall every week several leagues down! Funny, isn’t it, how practically every multi-billionaire is an absolutely loathsome arsehole? Does acquiring billions thanks to our criminally lax global financial system turn you into an arsehole, or do you have to be an arsehole to be bent on accumulating said billions? It’s debatable, but even your cagey, obvious-damage-limitation apology is the work of an arsehole. Apologise for that apology for an apology as well, you fuckfaced twat!

Morgan McSweeney, Labour’s chief of staff, was forced to resign this week, after saying he took ‘full responsibility’ for Peter Mandelson’s appointment as US ambassador. 

Hahaha, finally you get dragged onto the fucking front pages and we get to see what you look like, having spent your entire career scheming behind the scenes. And it turns out you look like something that’s been dug out of a fucking field! Some weird growth hitherto unknown to the fucking vegetable kingdom! Behold, the mastermind who garnered a whopping 4.5 per cent of the vote for Liz Kendall in her party leadership bid and drove Labour’s polling figures to new lows! Still, sure there are plenty of new career opportunities for a genius whose great idea was ‘Let’s be racist too’. Good fucking riddance, you weird streak of twat!

Pam Bondi, the US attorney general appointed by Trump, took part in what the BBC described as a ‘fiery’ congressional hearing looking into her department’s handling of the Epstein files, during which she began yelling angrily at people, calling one committee member a ‘washed-up loser lawyer’.

Fuck my bollocks, did anyone fucking see this? It was like iPhone footage of some pissed-up madwoman being escorted off an airline flight for throwing an empty wine bottle across the aisle at a fellow passenger during take-off and screaming abuse at air stewards, who’s now getting sacked from her job as a receptionist at a beauty parlour after the footage went viral! And you’re fucking attorney general! The same job Robert F Kennedy had! Seriously America, you need to be fucking sectioned!

Finally, Wes Streeting wrote an article for The Guardian, stoutly denying he was ever in any way friendly with the disgraced former US ambassador Peter Mandelson. 

Hahahahahahahahaha! What kind of thick cunts do you fucking take us for? Your online fucking fingerprints are all over the internet! The mentoring, the advice, people describing you as his ‘protégé’ – yeah that’s typical behaviour for people who barely fucking know each other! Chances are your next career highlight will be eating kangaroo shit in a future series of I’m A Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here!, because you are fucking finished, thank fucking Christ!