Rare event tomorrow. Even ol' Flashy can't recall the last time this happened. I wasn't even a zygote in my great great grandfather's left bollock when Venus last sailed past the Sun.
Don't forget ladies, because of the current cosmic astrological juxtaposition of my Venus and your Uranus (just thought I'd beat Charles Baer to the punch) now's the time to bare your breasts in public and perform a topless mating jig whilst shaking that booty in a most furious manner. You won't get a chance like this again. Get it while it's hot, it's lovely.
Oh, and remember: If you're French, for best results stare directly into the Sun for as long as possible. All day without blinking.
FLASHMAN STRIKES AGAIN!
Paul Rodgers is not the best thing since fried Fred.