| January | 02 |
| 2007 |
Dominic Lawson is a wonderful columnist. Today's piece is typically unpredictable, on the ludicrous nature of astrology. Anyone who believes in it is, by definition, an idiot.
This in particular I love, from Psychic Smith, the spoof astrologer which the Sunday Telegraph used to have:
One of my favourite Psychic entries was for "Scorpio" one week in 1988: "My apologies to all Scorpios for last week's misprint, the result of a transcription error. The entry should have read 'fantastic luck ahead' and not as it appeared. Thank you for all those who wrote in. Both the offended and the disappointed."

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The people who believe in astrology are no more idiotic than the people who believe in a god.
Psychic Psmith [sic] was the first thing I turned to in the Sunday Telegraph magazine. It was joyous.
Some more treasures:
Sagittarius: 23 November-21 December:
Is that the sound of wedding bells we hear? Possibly. But if not, then it's an ice-cream van in a nearby street. And either way, enjoy!
Cancer: 22 June-22 July:
Cancers tend to be impulsive types, many of whom are keen on tennis and walking. Some of them have brown hair and overdrafts and one or two of them are professional dancers. But that's Cancers for you
Aquarius: 22 January-19 February:
How exciting your chart looks at the moment, with the Sun absolutely beating down on your love-angle and with Neptune, Mars and Uranus forming a tripartite quark in your 15th node. Lord knows what it all means though.
Virgo: 24 August-23 September:
With Neptune in Scorpio. your lucky mobile phone ringing tone this week is the theme from The Flintstones. And not 'New York, New York'. Change it or face the consequences.
Gemini: 22 May-21 June:
As Pluto, wearing only a towelling bathrobe and a wry smile, walks in on Mercury, who is just out of the shower, you can expect a week of minor but somehow long-lasting embarrassments. Oops! Lucky salted snack: Discos.

