| When I lived in the capital I used to chill out at a jazz club in the week ends which played just that kind of jazz. Old men would sit in the front row watching to jazz quartet play, screaming out their sounds of affection, nodding heads and fingers to the beat. Twas awesome. But then the place burned down. Sad. To the list:
- Start my very own jazz club. Note to self: sell pint-size bottles of Newcastle.
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