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September 20, 2010 | by  | in Opinion |
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Uther Dean. Something something. Writes horoscopes.

Horoscopal haiku for the week starting on the 20th of September sorted by the reader’s day of birth.

Monday
Umbrella broken
New rain cover needed soon
Summer is a lie

Tuesday
Dish cloth mould grows fast
Know that scrubbing takes less time
Green fuzz overwhelms

Wednesday
Oh Crossword cancer
Pencil chew = lead poisoning
Love your tongue now please

Thursday
More shaving your face
Too much mo! Too much beard-beard!
Bad stubble rubble

Friday
Hot drinks help your nose
But boozing will kill your soul
We can’t have nice things

Saturday
Take less internet
Facebook is not your real space
Disco for a life

Sunday
Stop pirating stuff
Artists suffer… or something
Money equals praise

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Uther was one of the two arts editors in 2009. He was the horoscopier and theatre writer in 2010. Alongside Elle Hunt, Uther was coeditor in 2011.

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