Jazz is where you find it - clutching at straws...

I called in to one of my local pubs the other day to shelter from an unexpected deluge and, after ordering a soupcon of ale, I observed a box of drinking straws. 

Nothing unusual in that you might think other than that the box of straws bore the name Jazz Café. Could this, I wondered, have been Keith Crombie's last throw of the dice? I'm afraid not but it just goes to prove that whether it be drinking straws, apples, perfumes, hairdressers or Hyundai cars jazz still has pulling power.

Now, if all of those who use the above products: e.g. after a trip to the hairdressers in their Hyundai Getz, doused themselves in Yves Saint Laurent's Jazz Eau de Toilette, ate a Jazz Apple from Aldi and sipped a can of Last Exit (see previous post) through a Jazz Café straw and then took the A Train or indeed any train to a gig the scene would be thriving and those in, or vying for, power might realise the jazz electorate is a force to be reckoned with! Lance

My next pipe dream is ...