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Resist flinging hats aloft with Spring's onset. I may be fresh to the augury business, but I could scarce overlook such a collision between Neptune and Pluto. Being naturally thorough I looked it up: a vile disease looms - not certain what, but (sorry) sores are involved - while the month's second half brings shouting and bloodshed. You might disbelieve this (Lord knows I'm a sceptic myself) but even the acquisition of a family pet is unsafe. Eat more oxtail soup, refrain from talking to children if possible. (This advice pertains universally, regardless of birth-sign.)
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One is loathe to generalise, but this 'job' demands it so I make exception. Male Taureans, if your morality were a motor car, you would shortly be faced with a hefty bill for its overhaul. Specifically: i) spitting in the street is the preserve of the lout, desist now unless the description fits; ii) only boors leer and grunt at a bosom; and iii) rare is the lady to whom the lewd 'comedy' undershort is attractive, particularly worn outside the trouser. I advise a hobby; learn to whittle or to forage for old coins. Any shirts bought before the 15th will be quite beastly.
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I am keenly aware of changed social mores. Indeed, my grand- daughter ensures I am more abreast of today's 'scene' than any man of my years needs to be (this week she is a 'Spicy' girl). So believe me when I say that throwing yourself at the first man to offer a rakish smile and a cough candy is no way to mend a broken heart. Venus counsels reflection, modesty and an ankle-length frock. As Mrs T will attest, I speak as a man of the world, not as a prude. Don't forget, a state of near undress and all-over bodily 'tingling' is also to be found at your local pool.
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It may be easy for a man of my seniority and learning to sit in judgment, but easy is not the same as wrong. Cancerians, for example, will feel depressed. No wonder, look at you; you have children, but 'co-habit'. You do not look at a bill until it turns red. You blaspheme before minors. You are half-hearted vegetarians but inhale 'hemp' from 'joysticks'. You carp about politicians but refuse to participate. Of course you are depressed; you inhabit a moral vacuum. Mars in the third house hints at change but says little of cherishing the family or God. |
It may be the rise of television, the noxious 'amusement' arcade or some creeping spinal blight wrought by evolution's dead hand but, whatever the cause, never was the planet so a-throng with pallid, sparrow-chested milksops. Leos, I regret to say, are quite the mimsiest. Jupiter backs my thesis to the hilt; fill your lungs, strain a sinew, surprise your skin with a sheen of sweat, revel in an honest stitch. Anima sana in corpore sano is not Spanish for 'double chips, lager and 20 Senior Service'. Loose-fitting corduroy will help you relax.
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Virgoans are not so straightforward as they would have us believe. Full of their 'take me as I am' bravado, they dissemble as much as (if not more than) the next chap. Saturn's unsightly clash with Mercury on the 20th will bring a major facade crashing around Virgoan ears. If you have been defrauding the Inland Revenue, cheating on a 'partner' (dread word!) or in some other way playing a part, prepare to be exposed as a sham. And ask yourself: when was honesty deemed unfashionable? And by whom? Too much ice cream will make your forehead go 'all funny and cold'. |