Your astrological week ahead for July 5th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

We have to accept that even when he dies we will never know the true secret of Trump’s hair.

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

‘If you build it, they will come,’ mutters the inventor of the Rampant Rabbit, slaving away at his workbench.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

If the finger of a monkey’s paw curls, he might just be beckoning you over. Asking how you’ve been, that kind of thing.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

Reassuring to know Noel Edmonds is in New Zealand, as far away from a British TV studio as it is physically possible to be.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

Boy racers are fine. It’s so-called adult racers like Lewis Hamilton who should be ashamed of themselves, zooming around like big kids.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

“Hi, gorgeous! No, not you. Christ, how embarrassing.”

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

Is it normal that whenever I tell my therapist about a deep trauma I’ve suffered he says ‘You think that’s bad? You’ve not heard what happened to me down Asda on Tuesday week.’

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

Celebrate the intersection of Venus and Uranus by shaving your bumhole.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Naval officer: “And so why is this called Smuggler’s Cove?” Cornishman, thinking he’s clever: “Ay, why nobody knows that zurr. It be one o’ them myzterrys.”

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

Anywhere open past 11pm is likely an illegal brothel, and that includes A&E.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

The problem with the freckled is when you shake them like a snow globe and the freckles just stay where they are.

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

“A UV torch can be a great way to spot spunk trails in the wild. And look, this one’s led us to a bed of shredded porn.”

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The Archbishop of Canterbury on… has Rod Stewart turned into your bigoted gran?

WAKING up with a hangover so intense I see everything in a lurid shade of green for several hours until it abates, I reflect on another milestone in the history of the Church of England. 

In the spirit of inclusivity that I hope characterises my stewardship, I decided to employ a talented fellow to render my Sunday sermons in sign language.

It was a remarkable debut. Mine was a spirited sermon, touching on various deplorable aspects of our times from Wes Streeting and Mumford & Sons to the phrase ‘I’m reaching out to you…’ and the word ‘holibobs’. I rose to high pitches of wrath, and this was reflected in my choice of language. 

Thus the sign language interpreter was required to frequently make the ‘masturbation’ gesture, give the finger repeatedly, simulate oral sex and at one point had to bare his backside and break wind wetly.

The resultant skilled and animated performance captured imaginations, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, went viral. I am informed by the relevant agencies that my Sunday sermons are now the hottest ticket on the market, Oasis included. 

With a wry smile, I take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein I read that the UK chief rabbi, Sir Ephraim Mirvis, has condemned musical act Bob Vylan’s chant of ‘Death to the IDF’ as a ‘national shame’ and ‘Jew hate’.

Oh fucking come on, you’re no more the ‘chief rabbi’ than I’m the fucking ‘chief christian’! You don’t fucking represent all Jews, just one orthodox fucking sect so fucking bear that in mind! And it’s the IDF Mr Vylan hates, as would anyone who’s not fond of people who commit war crimes on a fucking daily basis! But then again, as a serial sucker of Netanyahu’s fucking cock and a sometime supporter of the campaign to drive Palestinians out of their homes on the West Bank to make room for psychopathic bigots from Brooklyn, a desperately cheap, vile shot like that is fucking nothing to you is it, you whiskery cunt!

Keir Starmer has told Chris Evans on Virgin Radio that he agrees with Ricky Gervais’s theory that the traditional left-right divide in politics is ‘dead’.

What utter, steaming, liquid fucking cowshit! The divide’s only dead to cunts like you and Gervais because you jumped over it a long time ago to become the punchdown transphobes you are today! It’s alive for plenty of the rest of us, but you keep telling yourselves you’re above all that as you drift away on an unmoored island of gross irrelevance. I’d like to think that deep down, alone in the night, when it’s just you and the ghosts of your dead consciences, you might wonder if you’re wrong. But that’s way too fucking introspective for tedious centrist twats like you!

Prior to his Glastonbury appearance, Rod Stewart opined that it was time for Britain to give Nigel Farage a chance. Social media was quick to highlight the similarity with his comments many years ago in support of Enoch Powell.

Stupid 1970s cunt! Personally it’s not hard separating the art and the artist here because I always hated both. A shrivelled scrotum of a human being who made the worst single ever, Baby Jane, and more recently has been churning out greatest hits pabulum including the worst fucking Glastonbury performance of all time! Seriously, it was worse than than your embarrassing granny dancing and chanting along to Come On Eileen with her knickers round her fucking ankles at a family wedding! And guess what? She fucking loves Farage too! 

Finally, Laura Loomer, the far-right ‘personal advisor’ to Donald Trump, has tweeted enthusiastically about ‘Alligator Alcatraz’, a migrant detention centre in Florida’s Everglades. Alluding to America’s 65 million Latino population, she said: ‘The good news is, alligators are guaranteed at least 65 million meals if we get started now.’

Fuck me and double fuck me. It’s not some mentally ill vagrant on a park bench with her possessions in a shopping trolley who’s spouting this insane, racist fantasy shit. This is a woman with the ear of the most powerful man in the fucking world. Seriously, Americans, get out. Leave in trucks, hitchhike north, cross the Atlantic on makeshift rafts. Although you might not have to listen to Laura’s unhinged shit for much longer because she’s precisely the sort of MAGA fuckwit who’ll try and take a selfie with her arm around a ‘gator!