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Aries: The National Rifle Association will abruptly cancel your membership. It could have something to do with your ‘6 Tips for the Perfect Shooting Spree’ post on Mumsnet.


Taurus: You’ve always dreamed of becoming famous, and this month it will finally happen when Channel 5 airs a documentary about you called ‘The Woman with a Face Like a Bulldog’s Scrotum’.


Gemini: ... And the Great Whore of Babylon will be revealed unto you, arrayed in purple and bedecked with jewels. That's going to be one hell of a stag night!


Cancer: Go and see the doctor about that weird sensation you feel when you see Ant and Dec, you f**king weirdo.


Leo: Now is the time to let your creative and playful side loose at the expense of others. You will feel an urge to glue your boss's cup to the worktop, make his tea and ask Anna to let him know tea is ready for collection. You will get away with this, and feel free to elevate your creativity to the next level, stopping on the way home to buy feathers, celery, 3 French hens and bicycle clips.


Virgo: An unexpected sharting incident will turn out to be a blessing in disguise, when you find next week’s winning lottery numbers written in faeces inside the gusset of your soiled underwear.


Libra: 5,610,833 people will have exactly the same experiences as you this month.


Scorpio: It’s all very well you bragging that you have the body of a 19-year-old, but people won’t be impressed when they find out you keep it in a chest freezer in your cellar.


Sagittarius: You will spend most of this month slumped in front of the TV, covered in biscuit crumbs. To be honest, I didn’t actually consult the planets for your horoscope. It didn’t seem worth bothering them about something that’s so entirely predictable.


Capricorn: Your spirit animal is an emu, and your lucky colour is puce. This information will make no difference to your life whatsoever.


Aquarius: You always hurt the one you love. Put the lump hammer down - it's an observation, not an instruction.


Pisces: The planets are indicating that you will be shocked by something you see in the news this month, as details emerge about your favourite astrologer, who is alleged to have committed a series of bizarre crimes involving…


Holy sh!t!  Sorry, must dash – I need to destroy some photographs – ahem, I mean I think I’ve left the bath running…


IT’S A STITCH UP! IT’S LIES, ALL LIES, I TELL YOU!


Hat tips go to:



sydalg – Aries


lockjaw – Gemini


simonjjames – Cancer


JoBo – Leo


SteveB – Libra


FlashArry – Aquarius



Episode 33: Lynx for Xmas, Stinky Feet & Margaret Thatcher's Ghost

Comedy news from NewsBiscuit




Featuring Guests: Paul L & FlashArry


Host: Wrenfoe. Dec 2023


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Band strikes up


Curtain rises


Stage lights up


Cindersuella walks on, in designer rags singing “I’ll send the planes down to Africa” (by Toto)


Cindersuella: Hi Boys and Girls!


Audience: Booo!


Cindersuella: Arrest these wokerati, PC Plod, their hate speech is causing a disturbance!


PC Plod: Oh, no it isn't!


Cindersuella: Oh yes it is!


PC Plod ignores Cindersuella and walks off whistling “You don’t own me" (by Lesley Gore)


Cindersuella: I’m so tired of being Stay at Home Secretary. My ugly sisters, Maybotta and Lettucia have gone to Number 10. Why do I never get to go?


She starts to cry, then stops.


I know! I’ll make a wish and send it to my friend Rupert in Nutwood. Maybe he can help me.


Twinkly music then suddenly a raspberry sound.


O Bugger, I used the wrong messenger!


Hears a voice from off-stage (“Oyez, Oyez, Cindersuella wants to go to Number 10!”)


Now, I’ll be punished again. I’ll have to disinfect Bibi Stockholm and I’ll never get to Number 10.


She starts to cry.


Suddenly, there is a flash and a woman with a wand and in a brightly coloured costume appears.


Fairy Godmother: You shall go to Number 10!


C: Who are you? How did you get past security?


FG: I’m your Fairy Godmother, Cinders.


C: What’s one of those?


FG: I’m like a magic guardian


C: We want nothing to do with the Guardian here!


FG: No, I’ve come to help you…. with a powerful spell


C: Better be a good one - my last spell in the Home Office only lasted 6 weeks.


More twinkly music and a song from the FG.


C: Just a minute, did you say “Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo”? That’s not English! Do you have leave to stay here? Show me your passport!


FG: Help, it’s a fairy cop. I’m orf!


FG disappears as scene changes


C: Wow, boys and girls, here I am now in Number 10. Just like magic, the PM has asked me. Actually, where is he right now?


Audience: He’s right behind you!


C: Oh no he isn’t!


Audience: Oh yes he is!


Rishi: Oh, no I’m not [theatrically winks at the audience]


C: Aren’t you in the wrong pantomime, Rishi Poshi. This isn’t Aladdin! Although, you certainly look like “a lad in” those shorts.


Rishi: They’re not shorts, Suella, and ….. NEITHER AM I!


Audience: Ha Ha Ha!


C: There are some things I’m going to change, once I’m here. I don’t like the way the floor seems to be moving, for a start!


Rishi: It’s my “live tiles” choice, Cinders.


C: Why have you started calling me "Cinders"?


Rishi: It’s what’s left of your career. You’re fired!


Cindersuella begins to cry


Maybotta & Lettucia: Don't cry, Cinders. You can always get a job at Grimm Brothers News.


C: Oh yes! I could use it as a springboard for my next leadership bid. After all, most of the people here in Fantasy Land agree with me…


Audience begins to cry.


Photo by Cyrus Crossan on Unsplash

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