‘There was a great little record shop in Egham specialising in Jazz called Music Wise, owned and run by a mercenary called Adam Gibbs.’

Egham United Services Club. No jazz - but beer drinkers paradise, particularly trainspotter types who keep lists of beers tasted. Music is mostly rock for oldies. http://eusc.club/events

Decent little caff en route too. Not in High Street. No fancy coffee - but a good fry up.

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I suppose this thread ought to be bumped for the benefit of those whose passions run high on the subject. 
My late father used to argue for hours with an old leftie about the relative merits of this and that in the jazz arena.  The old man was pretty open-minded, digging New Orleans, New York, West Coast, Chicago and some British stuff whilst the old (actually not that old) leftie was a confirmed 'mouldy fig', admitting into the canon nothing later than about 1930. 
I suspect many on here are intolerant of the sound of a banjo.

The great thing about the music - as I'm sure Alvey and certain others will agree - is there is virtually no end to the process of exploration.  Just the other day I was listening to Cecil Taylor, today I find myself listening to Cow Cow Davenport and thinking about Jelly Roll Morton.  I disdain the 'fig'/modernist dichotomy.  Drawing that kind of dividing line just isn't necessary.  Anyone interested should be sure to invest in at least a couple of Whitney Balliett's books.  Now there was a man who really loved jazz and the Blues, travelling all over the United States to hear a music that was often more greatly appreciated elsewhere.