One of the last pub theatres in London is above this bar, and the format is almost extinct
The Oxford Arms on Camden High Street holds a 4.0 from nineteen hundred and forty-one people, charges ten to twenty pounds, and there is a theatre above it.
The pub theatre
Which is a specifically British institution and which is very nearly extinct.
A room above a pub, holding perhaps fifty or sixty people, with a raised platform at one end and no wings, no fly tower, no dressing room worth the name, and a lavatory that everybody in the audience must walk past the stage to reach.
And an enormous proportion of the significant British theatre of the last fifty years started in one.
Why the pub
Because of the arithmetic, and it is the same arithmetic as the small music venue.
A fifty-seat room can put on something difficult, strange, political or unfinished – and if only thirty people come, it has not been a disaster.
A five-hundred-seat house cannot. It must fill five hundred seats, which means it must offend nobody, which means the producer will not take the risk.
So the interesting work happens in the small rooms.
We made this exact argument at Off Broadway in Shoreditch, and the American version is defined by a union agreement about seat counts – and the British version is defined by whether there is a spare room above a pub.
And the pub gets the bar
Which is the whole business model.
The theatre makes nothing. It cannot. Sixty seats at fifteen pounds is nine hundred pounds, before you have paid a single actor.
The pub makes its money because sixty people come in, have a drink before, and have two afterwards – and the theatre is, in strict commercial terms, a device for filling a bar on a Tuesday.
That is not cynical. It is the only reason the format ever existed, and it is a genuinely elegant arrangement in which everybody gets what they need.
What is killing it
The rooms.
An upstairs room in a London pub is now worth a great deal as anything other than a sixty-seat theatre – as a private hire space, as a function room, as flats.
And the arithmetic that made the pub theatre work has been steadily inverted, because the room got more valuable and the theatre did not.
The 4.0
Honest, on a very large sample, for a big cheap Irish pub on the busiest street in Camden that lets everybody in.
Cheap is punished. Volume is punished. We have said so in six postcodes.
Verdict
Good pub, and go upstairs.
Go to something you have never heard of. It costs about fifteen pounds.
What comes out of them
An extraordinary amount, and none of it is predictable.
The point of a sixty-seat room is not that it produces masterpieces. Most of what happens in it is not very good, and everybody involved knows that.
The point is that it produces attempts – cheaply, quickly, in front of an audience, with real consequences – and that a writer who has failed in front of sixty people has learned something that cannot be learned any other way.
You cannot workshop your way to it. You cannot fund your way to it.
Somebody has to sit in a room above a pub and watch it not work.
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