Your astrological week ahead for May 23rd, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

Simon’s a normal name, but who would call their son Garfunkel?

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Early 90s tracks changed lyrics to be Raving I’m Raving, but no-one’s doing the same today for vaping. Come on, there’s a youth market.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

When a man loves a woman, he’ll pretty much act normally to be honest.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

As the beast climaxed, it let out what I can only describe as a Duolingo howl.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

Pretty hypocritical of the British Museum to prosecute you for stealing items from the gift shop.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

Of course, some of these prostitute phone box cards of the 1970s and 80s are now highly collectible.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

We’re all vaccinated now, yet no one is taking advantage of the situation to safely eat bats. Never mind banging a pangolin.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

“My job? I’m a perch handler. Wasn’t that obvious from my picture on Hinge?”

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

We’re always hearing of Tyson Fury but rarely his other emotional states Tyson Melancholy, Tyson Introspective and Tyson Horny.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

It’s okay to watch MAFS Australia though, right? There haven’t been any specific allegations about that yet?

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

“Mate, if you didn’t want half a pint, bisected vertically, containing a floating conker out of which a battalion of soldiers is marching you shouldn’t have come in a Surreal Ale pub.”

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

Another football season draws to a close without revealing who ate all the pies.

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The Archbishop of Canterbury on… World Cup 2026: good luck getting that trophy back

WAKING with a hangover so excruciating my eyeballs are hanging from their sockets, I drink a tank of water, spitting out the goldfish, and check the progress of my recently released single.

The novelty record is entitled There’s No Cunt Quite Like A Public School Cunt and was recorded with flautist James Galway, whose mellifluous tones befit the lyrical content, a run-down of the inadequacies of a range of prominent, privately-educated figures, from Boris Johnson and David Cameron to Jeremy Clarkson and Nigel Farage. 

Despite being banned by the BBC and all commercial TV and radio stations, the single has been a tremendous success and remained at number one in the charts for six weeks. Streamed hundreds of thousands of times, I imagine that it has raised a pretty penny. However, on examining my statement from Spotify, I see that it has earned just 87 pence. 

I immediately book a studio to record my follow-up single, There’s No Fucker Quite Like That Fucker Who Owns Spotify.

That done, I take a light breakfast and peruse a periodical. Therein I read that Andy Burnham has signalled he will not press for the UK to reenter the EU. He also gave his support to Shabana Mahmood’s immigration policies, described by critics as ‘Trumpian’.

Fuck my dead grandmother, I knew you’d fucking flip-flop, you always do, but not this fast! Jesus, why don’t you announce that as PM you’d appoint Peter Mandelson as fucking US ambassador? What’s the fucking plan for the by-election, to out-Reform fucking Reform again? Because that great idea’s seen Labour soar to fucking 17 per cent in the opinion polls! King of the North my speckled fucking arse! Every day, you’re mutating into Keir Starmer – the same rabbit in the headlight yet piggy eyes, the same fucking John Shuttleworth specs, the same fatuous fucking jowly expression! Meet the new twat, same as the old twat!

The FA Cup final took place last Saturday between Chelsea and Manchester City, with the latter coming out winners in a 1-0 victory which will live long in football fans’ memories.

I’m fucking joking of course! Everyone’s two least favourite fucking teams, two bunches of hateful fucks slugging it out in a mediocrefest of fucking dull efficiency! It might as well have been the Tories XI vs Reform UK XI! Seriously, never mind VAR, the FA have seriously got to look at changing the rules so that in exceptionally dire circumstances there’s a way both teams can actually lose the same fucking game! That’s what should have happened here! 22 losers’ medals dished out and the trophy stays in the fucking cupboard for another year because neither of you fucking financial cheats deserved it!

In what Labour ministers are welcoming as excellent news, immigration has fallen to its lowest levels since 2021, the Covid era. Many of the public are convinced, however, that it is going up.

Yeah, fucking ignorant cunts who are preyed on by the fucking tabloids, Farage and GB News, who’ve never met a fucking immigrant in their lives and think that under Sadiq Khan you can get your hands lopped off for eating a fucking bacon sandwich! This isn’t good news, you clapped-out fucking Labour racists, it’s shit news! Who’s gonna wipe your fucking arses when you’re senile? Not Tommy Robinson’s merry men, that’s for fucking sure! This country desperately needs immigration, and while we’re at it, stupid old bastards need to immigrate into the fucking ground as soon as fucking possible!

Finally, there are fears the 2026 World Cup in the United States could be a ‘washout’, with empty rooms and FIFA cancellations leaving hoteliers high and dry. 

Well, let’s fucking hope so, eh? Let’s hope this fucking country, led by a shitbag of a president they elected twice, hosts a two-men-and-a-dog disaster and never gets to do so again, and that applies to the fucking Olympics too! I mean, what kind of oblivious nutjob would want to go to America right now anyway? It’s like going fucking skiing in Germany in 1938! They should relocate the whole thing to Canada, but there’s no chance of that while FIFA’s Infantino has his head wedged up Trump’s already overcrowded arsehole! He’s already wangled a copy of the FIFA Club cup and stolen a Nobel Prize, so good fucking luck getting the trophy back!