Snow Joke.

Sorry. Haven't got one.
But last week when the snow was thick on the ground I popped over to 'The Pub' to be greeted by the staff and their dogs in a spacious emptiness that was nevertheless filled by a roaring coal fire and the light of candles.
The beer?
Well, having read a novel in which all the breweries had been nationalised and the beer named 'John Bull Bitter' by the government, I couldn't resist this; it was 'Bull Bitter', and was a light, hoppy drink of about 4% strength.
Sometimes, Hell Ain't A Bad Place To Be.