Your astrological week ahead for October 11th, with Psychic Bob

Aries, March 21st–April 19th

So now you’ve met the PinkPantheress, the rinky-dink Pantheress, have you ever met a Pantheress whose songs were so short?

Taurus, April 20th–May 20th

Baby, they should call you laminate flooring because you’re always getting laid by rough blokes in white vans.

Gemini, May 21st–June 21st

I order stuff online but refuse to pay delivery charges. It’s enough that it’s all out there somewhere, waiting for me.

Cancer, June 22nd–July 22nd

“Well, it’s your funeral,” says the vicar conducting your funeral.

Leo, July 23rd–August 22nd

You wouldn’t steal a car. Oh, you would? Fine, carry on watching pirated DVDs then.

Virgo, August 23rd–September 22nd

For a cheap evening out head to A&E and take bets who’s a time waster and who has moments to live, just like real doctors do.

Libra, September 23rd–October 22nd

This weekend’s pay-per-view event: French Cheese vs British Cheese. Undercard: Camembert vs Red Leicester, Roquefort vs Double Gloucester. Main event: Brie vs Cheddar. £24.99. Invite friends round, make a night of it.

Scorpio, October 23rd–November 22nd

‘It’s not to you, it’s to me,’ you tearfully tell Barry Chuckle as you dump him.

Sagittarius, November 22nd–December 21st

Gen-Z famously hate talking on the phone, and prefer you to catch up with what they’ve been up to by listening  to their podcast.

Capricorn, December 22nd–January 19th

I’m not going to dignify your star sign with a horoscope. You and your kind disgust me.

Aquarius, January 20th–February 18th

“Okay, sorry, bit of a misunderstanding, didn’t realise when you said you were a train enthusiast you meant the sexual act.”

Pisces, February 19th–March 20th

Just once you’d like to see someone get their arm ripped off by the bowling alley’s ball return. But apparently that’s not ‘woke’.

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The Archbishop of Canterbury on… Robert Jenrick, bigoted as a man twice his age

WAKING with a hangover so intense my head is glowing green and I can actually see my skull when I look in the mirror, I drink an entire fish tank of water to rehydrate and reflect on my week. 

I have decided, in keeping with ecumenical congruence, that the Church of England should introduce the Catholic practice of confession. I put in a request to Tony Blair’s office that, as someone who converted from Protestantism to the Catholic faith, he might be the first to confess his sins, as a gesture of goodwill between Christians. He agreed.

‘Bless me, for I have sinned,’ he whispered, through the gauze of the confessional box. ‘Last week, committing the sin of gluttony, I had an extra Weetabix for my breakfast,’ he said. ‘Also, I neglected to de-clutter my garage, which I have promised Cherie I would do for weeks.’

‘Fuck me, is that it?’ I replied. ‘That’s the shittiest confession I’ve ever heard. What about being responsible for about a million deaths in Iraq, shilling for some of the world’s vilest regimes and volunteering to oversee a territory decimated by genocide, no questions asked?’

‘Well, er, those are, er, complex geopolitical issues. I think people think I’m a decent guy.’

‘Like fuck you are. Your sins are not forgiven. As penance, you must say 12,000 Hail Marys and lower yourself into a vat of boiling piss. God was very specific about it, so get cracking.’

A solid start to a new practice, I reflect, before taking a light breakfast and perusing a periodical. Therein I read that former TV presenter Jeremy Kyle has blasted Gary Neville for taking down a St George flag put up by a racist on one of his developments. Kyle said Neville had insulted the working classes from whom he had made millions.

Fuck me with the splintered end of a snapped pogo stick, remind us how you made your millions, Jez! With a fucking faux-moralising TV show that got its ratings by goading working-class people into trying to beat the shit out of each other in a latterday Victorian freakshow! Which they had to cancel when someone fucking topped themselves! You know full well what the cunt who put that flag up was doing, you fucking ignorance profiteer! Fuck off! Then fuck on so you can fuck off a fucking second time!

The Labour Party is to focus on identifying ‘hate chants’ at pro-Palestinian demonstrations. 

Yeah, you’d love to find a few of those as actual fucking evidence, wouldn’t you? You’ve found next to fuck all so far but don’t let that get in the way of your insinuations, you truth-twisting scumfucks! Problem is, even some vile chants are overshadowed by the obscenity of actually selling the arms, in record fucking quantities in September, to genocidal fuckers bombing hospitals and killing kids. You’re not just a minor disappointment, like every previous fucking Labour party, you’re straight up fucking evil!

Robert Jenrick paid a visit to Handsworth in Birmingham this week and expressed his disappointment at the lack of ‘white faces’ in the area.

Really? This is a plea for integration, is it? Are you sure it’s not some 1960s bigoted shite you pulled out of your racist fucking arse? Are you equally concerned that in many parts of the UK you never see a single black or brown face? Seriously, how come you’re into this shit? The average racist is some 80-year-old who grew up on the Famous Five, The Black And White Minstrel Show and golliwogs on fucking marmalade jars. You’re 43. You were born the year Michael Jackson released Thriller. What’s your fucking excuse?

Finally, Nick Clegg has said that asking artists for permission to use their work would ‘kill’ the AI industry. 

Ooh, would it, Nick? So if artists weren’t ripped off wholesale, we’d run the risk of AI not striding remorselessly across vast fields of scrunched human skulls in its nihilistic quest to drown the world in mindless animated slop? Jesus, to think that vacuous fucking centrists placed their faith in you back in 2010, imagining you represented some sort of bright, shining, moderate, sensible future. Maybe it’s time for another ‘I’m sorry’ speech for people to remix. Only this time apologise for being a fucking soulless, careerist shill for psychotic, world-destroying tech bros!