A couple of sofas, a pot-bellied stove and a few chairs and tables to the right of the entrance provide the setting for the town’s one and only live jazz venue. Essentially an oversized musical greenhouse with a waitress, the music comes in all flavours, unlike the beer which at the time of writing consisted of Horn on tap and a few cans of Guinness. The admission price is absurdly expensive, a fact only just eclipsed in its silliness by the policy of allowing everybody sitting to the left of the entrance to watch the show without paying.