CF will be particularly irritated throughout January, for several reasons.
The first is that our woeful, wicked, why-won't-they-fuck-off, government seem to have decided, while still not giving an actual date for the election, that the election campaign has begun.
So for the next few weeks, there won't even be a feeble pretence at running the country or announcing new policy.
No, all we can expect to hear from the Labour party - the politicians that are supposed to be working for us , clearing up the fucking mess - is an endless series of negative announcements; wall-to-wall bullshit; lies and distortions about what another party might do if they got into power, and why that would be so much worse than what this bunch of flailing imbeciles has done for the last 13 years.
Another reason is that - thanks no doubt to the inexorable rise of global fucking warming - the entire country appears to be frozen solid. The pavements are ice-rinks, the car has to be chisellled from the drive each morning and the roads are jammed with cretins crawling at 15 miles per hour because they heard on local radio that it might snow next week.
But the main, the overriding, reason for irritation is that CF will spend January labouring under a self-inflicted alcohol ban. A whole month without the crutch that is booze. No escape into stupor.
It's going to be a long, dark, wintery month.
OK, let's get on with it....