The clocks have gone back, alas, and the long dark winter evenings are upon us. But cheer up! Here in the Snug, thanks to the tireless efforts of Ben, the Beadle, and Mrs Malaprop, the curtains are cosily drawn, logs are ablaze in the hearth, the polished brass and pewter gleams in the firelight, the candles are lit, and the bar is - as ever - well stocked.
All that's missing are the regular gossips, whose ready wit and good humour we rely on to make this a bumper season.
So roll up ladies & gents all, toss in your [polite] penn'orths, and place your orders.