Blimey, mate, you’ve got more intuition in your belly than a pregnant octopus when it comes to brass tacks and wonga. If you’ve been stewing over the idea of being your own gaffer, then stop your dithering – it’s time to get off your arse and make a go of it. March down to your local money shop or loan shark and get them to cough up the readies for your bright new venture. You’ve got a partner in crime who’s more supportive than a pair of reinforced knickers, ready to remind you just how bloody brilliant you are, even if you do have the memory of a goldfish. Lucky item: A pair of lacy knickers. Because sometimes, you need a little support in the most unexpected places. Not just for the ladies, mind you – all power to you if you’ve got the balls to rock them, gents.

Come back tomorrow for another exciting horoscope!