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.