The Jamhouse

I was in the Jamhouse the other night. I had a lovely evening. You might find this surprising given that the Jamhouse is almost certainly the worst pub in Edinburgh.

I'm not even talking about the beer. The beer selection and quality is awful and aimed exclusively at the hard of tasting market. No, in a place like the Jamhouse you should expect bad beer. And you definitely won't be disappointed.

We were all having a good chat and generally 'meeting and greeting'. But would it have killed them to put the Celtic game on with the volume down?

The bar staff were utterly gormless to a man but, in their defence, in the unlikely event of them knowing how to operate the remote control, they still couldn't have put the game on. No, for it was the pub policy not to show sport. Even if we, the customers, wanted it on. Instead they had a Jamhouse slide-show showing various elements and representations of boogie-fucking-woogie.

And when you find boogie-fucking-woogie you can be sure that Jools Holland is not far away. Indeed, the Jamhouse is his gaff. And another policy of Holland's is that there must be live music (boogie-woogie, of course) every single night. So above, pictured, we see a band performing boogie-woogie to an empty hall while we all have a thoroughly lovely time drinking overpriced piss-water through the front bar.

For the way we live today.