Uranus Serves A Late Lunch At The Court Of The Crimson King And Queen

One question I find myself asking at least 10 times every day, is how on earth anyone can have even the briefest chance of understanding reality without a knowledge of astrology.

They must be constantly as dumbfounded as I was when I stumbled across Toyah and Robert’s Sunday Lunch.

Who in their right mind would have matched the rebellious Queen of Punk with the arch perfectionist, permanently seated Crimson King?

And who would have expected them to remain happily married for the best part of 40 years?

And to have a renaissance churning out rock classics, with her cavorting around her kitchen showing off her 65 year old wares while he gurns away like a dementia sufferer who has stumbled in looking for a nurse?

And that it works, in a remarkably quaint and amusing testament to both of them to the extent that they are touring again and attracting crowds that were compatible with their heydays.

Of course astrology explains all this perfectly. So much so that I’m not even going to comment on it.

I’ll just post the charts and let the reader enjoy the synastry.