Faced with the continuing repercussions from the worst PBR yet, the latest set of fatuous MP's expenses claims, the endless freezing fog and the horrendous spectre of the X-Factor (whatever that is) final, CF has done the only sensible thing possible and fled the country.

Here in Vienna, the air is crisp and still, patches in the sky are deep blue and there's a rumour of snow.

And the Austrians seem to labouring under some kind of massive misapprehension regarding Christmas. Or at least, "Xmas" the Brit' way.

There are no vivid electric blue flashing lights, just softly twinkling white ones.

Ther are no shiny inflatable cartoon reindeer, no hilarious Santas abseiling from rooves, and no gigantic trains made of light bulbs.

People are wrapped up well, strolling through the Christmas Market, buying small handmade gifts. Not brawling in their shellsuits outside Toys 'r' Us over the last 'Tickle me Elmo'.

There's a smell of coffee, but it's real coffee, not some global chain's Caramel 'n' Cranberry 'Xmaschino'.

CF's rage is beginning to subside, aided by the enormous mug of local beer that sits before him. Yes, it is early for drinking beer, but everyone else is.

There might even be a bit of 'goodwill to all men' creeping in.

Well, until tomorrow morning's flight home.

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Constantly Furious is back. Two relaxing weeks bobbing about on the Ionian - with no newspapers, no television, no email and no interwebs - have lowered the blood pressure considerably.

However, CF is dismayed to learn on his return that we are still suffering under the same bunch of egotistical fuckwitted sociopaths who were ruining the country way back in June.

And that chippy twat SrAlan has sold his soul to Gordon and Peter for a cloak of ermine.

And the witless annual debate about how Oxbridge should only accept the offspring of the long-term unemployed, with no A-Level's, so as to be "fair", has begun.

And the promises of a "Barbecue Summer" were clearly the usual bollocks from the Met Office.

And Speaker Bercow, the media whore, is clearly turning out to be exactly as useless and pointless as everybody predicted.

And.. , and.. , and... there would appear to remain much to be furious about.

Thanks to all who visited and commented on the 'automatic' blogs during the break: the blogging equivalent of leaving the landing lights on and a radio switched on. But now its back to reality, and back to real time.

Now, to wade through the email, voicemail and junk mail backlogs. Then, to wade through the thousands of blogposts and news stories of the last two weeks. Then, no doubt, to rant furiously..



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