The Zodiac

I was lying in bed reading the aviation classic 'SAGITTARIUS Rising' by Cecil Arthur Lewis, which I'd recently borrowed from the LIBRAry. In the background, I could hear 'The Age of AQUARIUS' by The Fifth Dimension playing on the radio. The classic song was a real GEM IN Its time. It was a beautiful day outside now after a cold and wet start, but that's one of the vagARIES of the British weather. I got up to watch the usual boring diet of breakfast TV with a lady doing her exercises in a red LEOtard, followed by an astrologer in a fluffy sweater telling us all it was a good day to be born under the sign of TAURUS, which sounded like a load of old bull to me. That was followed by a re-run of an old astronomy-themed quiz show where the winner received a Ford ZODIAC and the runner-up received a CONSTELLATION prize. I'm planning to watch 'CAPRICORN One' later this evening, a 1978 government conspiracy thriller about a Mars landing hoax. It makes me wonder if we'll eVIR GO and land a man on Mars one day. Ironically, Mars was the Roman god of war and yet the Earth is the most warlike planet of all. For any hope of peace in a war, where the enemy combatants are like two SCORPIOns fighting in a bottle, the first steP IS CESsation of violence in an armistice. Sadly, the end of all war on Earth is about as likely as finding a cure for CANCER.

The medieval belief in astrology means nothing to me either in this scientific age we're living in. Someone once mistakenly called the renowned astronomer Patrick Moore an astrologer and he wasn't too pleased.