This week we’ve been drunkenly staring upwards at those star things for days on end, wishing we’d done our final year at University instead of ditching it in favour of being Russell Grant’s apprentice and gathering information about your equally worthless lives for a cheap laugh.
STARS! PLANETS! THE UNIVERSE! RAINBOWS! Erm, CLOUDS! Can these things really determine you future? Can they? WELL CAN THEY? DO YOU REALLY THINK THEY CAN?
THEY CAN’T.
We can though. We’re spooky. Spooky like Mystic Meg’s face appearing in Russell Grant’s undercrackers. Wooooooooooo! Let’s look at your future shall we? You’re dying to find out when you die aren’t you?