Your astrological week ahead for January 17th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

“No, it’s Betty Boop that’s out of copyright. This full-length animated feature about the adventures of Betty Boo you’ve created must remain unseen until 2094.”

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

“You look amazing! Don’t tell me, you’ve been using the microwave door as a mirror again?”

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

Your gran’s dying wish was to fire a machine gun wildly into the air. No-one will ever know the dying wish of the man in the hospital room above.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

This week sign all your emails: ‘Worries if not’.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

Congratulations, you’ve won the chance to go through hundreds of Star Trek episodes cataloguing minor continuity errors! Well, it did say it was a Virgin Experience day.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

People call you firecrotch not because you have ginger pubes, but because sex with you leads to a burning sensation.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

Is your perfFecvtionsm hodlikng yu back? Not mwe.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

Every January, men face a choice. Go along with your girlfriend to salsa lessons you hate, or risk her having an affair with the handsome instructor?

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

“Congratulations Mrs Smith, not very woke of me but it’s a boy!”

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

A bird in the hand is – f**k’s sake he’s shat on my palm.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

As they’ve not had any water for a week now, shouldn’t it be ‘Disgusting of Tunbridge Wells’?

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

Never marry a tennis player. Love is nothing to them.

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The Archbishop of Canterbury on… staunchly defending the right to kick people's heads in

WAKING up with a hangover so intense its radioactive energy causes the authorities to seal off the Lambeth area with soldiers in hazmat suits, I reflect upon another tumultuous week. 

There was great media excitement when I announced my intention to renounce my previous affiliations and defect to Reform UK. A press conference was arranged for Wednesday afternoon, and due to this involving Nigel Farage, all normal programming was suspended as the event went out live on all the main channels.

Press cameras flashed as Mr Farage and I smiled and gave the thumbs-up gesture. Then, questions from journalists.

“Archbishop, I wonder what caused this change of heart, as only a few weeks ago you described Mr Farage as a ‘loathsome, frog-eyed, grifting racist whose rise to power is as welcome as Hitler’s’?”

I could not lie so I said, “Yes, I said that, yes. But -”

Another reporter interjected: “You also said that Mr Farage was ‘a lying piece of ordure, a suppurating parasite who has dragged Britain into the toilet of ignominy and better if he had died in that plane crash’.”

“Well, yes, those were my words but -”

Finally: “Archbishop, in blunt terms you described Mr Farage as: ‘A cunt. The worst cunt in Britain. The cunt to end all cunts.’ That was just four hours ago. What do you say now?”

Thoughtfully, I replied: “Yeah, you’ve persuaded me. Don’t know what I was thinking. Sorry, Farage, you can fuck off.” And then I quit the stage. I do hope that Reform’s declining polling figures were not the result of this public expose of Mr Farage’s foibles. 

Whatever, I muse as I take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein, I read that Donald Trump has announced his intention to take possession of Greenland.

Really? It’s a country a week now with you, isn’t it? A few weeks ago, you bombed Nigeria. Then it was Venezuela. Then Greenland. Now Iran. Who’s next before the end of the fucking month? Canada? Cuba? New Zealand? In Venezuela they’re sitting there wondering what the fuck happens next, or have you forgotten about them already, you mentally incontinent fuck? Ever heard of following through, and I don’t mean the daily horrorshow that occurs in your fucking underpants? But no, it’s onto the next one fucking ASAP. Another six months of this bullshit and you’ll be reduced to threatening Malta, Tuvalu and fucking San Marino!

X, formerly known as Twitter, says it will restrict the ‘Grok’ application’s ability to edit pictures of women and girls to make them appear to be dressed in bikinis and so forth. The restrictions, however, have been dismissed as barely adequate.

You know what? Musk is just a fucking incorrigible, Nazi-saluting, perverted piece of grotesque fucking scum who needs firing out of a cannon into a nearby burning bonfire at the first fucking opportunity! But we know that. What does it say about the rest of us that we allow a cloven-hoofed, monstrous fucking lump of blood-red shit like him rule the world, instead of just knuckling down and stuffing him into the cannon already? Aliens must be looking at us wondering what the fuck we’re doing! Not that Musk’s exploding, fraud-on-a-massive-scale spaceships will be helping us meet them! 

Amol Rajan has announced plans to leave Radio 4’s Today and set up a private company.

You know, it’s a mystery how a tiny tepid tosser like you ever floated to the top at the BBC, even by their lamentably vacuous fucking standards! You’re a fucking hack! It took fucking Gary Lineker to explain to you that all wasn’t all peaceful and well between Israel and Palestine prior to fucking 7 October! A fucking ex-footballer! And now you’re leaving, telling BBC News: “Del Boy was my hero growing up, and it’s time to unleash my inner entrepreneur.” So you’ll be back on the BBC loads but with a better financial arrangement due to owning your own company? Yeah, that’s pretty fucking Del Boy!

Finally, home secretary Shabana Mahmood says she has lost confidence in West Midlands Police’s chief constable after Israeli football fans were banned from a match against Aston Villa.

Yeah, right. After he recklessly ensured Birmingham wasn’t subjected to the visit of a known bunch of fucking scumbags with a track record of running amok in city centres, chanting for the death of Arabs and laughing at kids killed by the fucking IDF! Of the many hills Labour is choosing to die on, siding with football hooligans over the police is the fucking weirdest! Hooligans, whether it’s Millwall or Red Star Belgrade, get banned all the fucking time and normal people are just fine with that. If it wasn’t obviously just the government’s slavish devotion to Israel, you could be forgiven for thinking Shabana has a secret hankering to join the Chelsea Headhunters and get out there with a fucking Stanley knife!