The only adjective that describes A Long Day's Journey into Night is bleak.

This drama of drug addiction, drunkenness, illness, miserliness, failure and disintegration spans a day in the Tyrone's summer home by the sea in Connecticut.  In the background mist rolls in from the ocean to the forlorn boom of the foghorn.

It doesn't make for a fun night out but the Lyceum do this masterpiece of the American theatre very well.

In contrast, although the sea was pretty frisky at Portobello earlier in the day and the clouds lowered and the rain fell, the atmosphere in the Dalriada Bar was jovial as the U3A Jazz Group jammed it's way through a dozen or so standards.

I'm a recent recruit to this ensemble and despite not having much of a clue about what I'm doing am enjoying the experience.