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Go right, bold Conservatives. Go righter than you've ever gone before. Britain will follow

ENOUGH wishy-washy centrism. The voters hate it or they would have voted Lib Dem. Doubt not, Conservatives. There is always further right.

Mash Blind Date: 'I just want to stop being the world's most friendzoned man'

JOSH Gardner, who turns every possible shag into friendship, is dating Helen Archer. Can he keep it romantic or will he end being like a brother again?

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

You still have to get a chair from the kitchen, stand on it, unscrew the old one then put the new one in. These so-called energy-saving lightbulbs are a load of bollocks.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... the bastard pig filth

WAKING in a palatial chamber after a convivial evening at Clarence House, I find myself locked in the warm embrace of a woman purring sweet nothings.

'Is that a sword?' I ask. 'Like it? It's new,' says Penny, tossing her hair

SHE’S not carrying it. It’s just casually holstered at her waist, like everyone’s rocking the everyday accessory of a sword and swordbelt.

I'm so bloody full I feel sick: The gammon food critic tackles an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet

AMERICAN TikTokers, slagging off our good old British Chinese? Who do they think they are? That’s our national Friday night cuisine.

Six people I'm more famous than even though you've never heard of me, by Doja Cat

YOU’VE heard her songs without realising and asked ‘which one’s that?’ at the Met Gala, but Doja Cat is far more famous than those you consider A-list celebrities.

This week in Mash History: Henry VIII sits through a really boring mass, 1528

THE schism between England and the Catholic Church, widely considered the Brexit of the 16th century, decided our future for centuries.

Your astrological week ahead, with Psychic Bob

Keep your neighbours guessing about your stance on the Royals by serving them a beautiful dish of Coronation swan.

The Archbishop of Canterbury on... top punk monarchist Nick cocking Cave

WAKING in a cell at Scotland Yard, under armed guard and being ordered to reliquish the neck of a broken bottle in my hand, I recall what led me here.