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Burnt burgers in pissing rain: the gammon food critic's barbecue invitation

WHICH dickhead decided barbecues are macho? Standing around outside burning food over fire? Pretend you’re a caveman if you like but you look like a Boy Scout to me.

How to be the odd one out at a sex party, by the Mash sex columnist

FACE it, no matter how longingly you stare at the gimp suits in the window of the fetish shop, you’ll never end up at a sex party. You’re just not the type.

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

There’s no place like home. Except IKEA. That’s quite like it.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... Boris Johnson crapping out an exclusive turd

WAKING in Hyde Park on a scorching summer afternoon, I realise I am surrounded by not my customary empty rum bottles alone but also my discarded mitre and cassock.

These crazed ideologues will not stop until Boris has been tarred, feathered, blinded and neutered

WILL they not stop? Is no humilation enough until Boris is a tramp on the streets going through the bins for supper?

A confused Millennial tries to… have a nuanced opinion

IT’S important to have an opinion. Otherwise how could you properly engage with a listicle ranking every Marvel movie from worst to best?

Let's move to a desert of money, oil, glass buildings and influencers! This week: Dubai

The high-glitz, high-glamour city of Dubai opens its arms to foreigners of any race, religion and nationality so long as they represent economic value.

'You seem to have made a blonde a lady?' I say. 'That was no lady, that was my – actually better not,' Boris replies

I REMEMBER Charlotte Owen, or do I? Interchangeable Home Counties blonde? Now mysteriously a peer for life aged 30 or possibly 29? ‘Explain,’ I say.

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

I’m on the seagull diet. Every time I ‘see’ a ‘gull’ I smash my face into the chips you’re holding.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... the vile emissions of Chris cocking Martin

WAKING up in Lambeth prison, my customary Friday berth, I slake the thirst I have built up by drinking a bucket of my own urine in one draught.