We are inside the Colin Campbell, a small pub on the Kilburn High Road. The sun is setting on the celebrations of the announcement: Brent is to be the Borough of Culture for 2020. People are pouring into the pub for refreshment and rest. A large banner above the bar reads: ''The Kilburn High Road Pub Crawl''. Another sign reads: ''BRENT BOROUGH OF CULTURE: 2020''. The Campbell is a quiet pub, usually occupied by a few all-day lone drinkers, but today these old men in their wrinkled suits are suddenly inundated by a colourful crowd. There''s been dancing; some people are in carnival-like costume; there are people in their national dress, families, teenagers, lovers. Every possible kind of person.
The bar staff struggle to serve the influx of people and seat them all, but after a bit of a kerfuffle, most have a table, and now begin opening packets of crisps, or their own tubs of home-made food . There is, in one corner, a little makeshift stage, with a home-made sign hanging behind: ''Celebrating Local Stories''. A red-headed young man with his back to the audience has a video camera on a stand, ready to film whoever comes up to talk - but people seem reluctant. Music is playing, footie is on the TV, we can''t hear the people, but we see lots of little local dramas and conversations playing out, and may notice one especially striking woman, ALVITA, WIFE OF WILLESDEN. She''s settling seating arguments, she''s handing over pints to people who can''t reach the bar, laughing and joking with everyone . In one corner, the AUTHOR sits, quieter than the rest, with a laptop on her table. AUTHOR It was the summer of 2019. I was back home, checking the local scene And the whole neighbourhood was in the streets To celebrate the recent local feat: Winning the London Borough of Culture.
Call it a pilgrimage: all together We crawled down Kilburn High Road, until we Reached the Colin Campbell. We drank. Polly Bailey, who runs it, suggested a WHOLE CAST LOCK-IN! PUBLICAN POLLY Let''s get our drink on with the whole block. And, wait, listen: here''s what we''re gonna do: From right now till . let''s say . half past two We''ll have a little contest. Your stories On that stage. I''ll be the judge and MC.
And when everyone''s told their tale, the best One will receive a full English Breakfast Tomorrow morning, on the house. With chips. All cheer. AUTHOR Everyone got on their open-mic tip . We had all types of people in that night, Young and old, rich and poor, black, brown and white - But local: students, merchants, a bailiff, People from church, temple, mosque, shul. And if There''s a person in Brent who doesn''t think Their own life story isn''t just the thing To turn into a four-hundred-page book I''d like to meet them. So off they went. Look At them.
We see people encouraging each other up to tell short stories from their life, and the reaction of the crowds. All telling their stories. Mostly Men. Not because they had better stories But because they had no doubt that we should Hear them. The night wore on. I wondered: Would A woman speak? And one or two did. But Like the men - like most of us - they said what They thought others wanted to hear. Or lied, Or humble-bragged, or said the nice, polite ClichZd things that nice people like to say .
We see a man and woman on the stage together and we hear the following snippet. FEMALE SPEAKER He''s just ''the one'' - we get married in May. He''s like my rock? Wouldn''t you say so, Steven? MALE SPEAKER Yeah: everything happens for a reason And we''re just meant to be! Our stars aligned. FEMALE SPEAKER It''s Fate! (Our gift registry''s online.) AUTHOR Some said ''brave'' things that took no bravery To say, or were dull, or didn''t move me - Or spoke about their ''journeys'' with an air Of triumph. I was starting to despair . Then I saw Alvita. That is: the Wife Of Willesden.
And the story of her life''s Worth hearing. RYAN Tho'' she''s a bit deaf herself In one ear . but otherwise in good health. WINSTON And skilful! Makes her own clothes, every stitch. That''s not Armani - that''s Alvita! ASMA Rich She is not. But she never passed a Big Issue vendor without chucking a quid Their way. WINSTON Cuss you if you don''t. ZAIRE Fake gold chains Are her jewellery of choice.
She drips like rain. DARREN Her underwear is dramatic - and red. Like the soles of her knock-off ''Choos''. It''s said She looks bold. She gives side-eye perfectly. ZAIRE She''s been that bitch since 1983. RYAN And yeah, she''s been hitched five times to five men. WINSTON (Without counting back-in-the-day bredrin.
) ASMA But we don''t need to get into that now. She''s a well-travelled woman. She allows Herself adventures. Self-care is her truth. She''s been Ibiza, Corfu, Magaluf. DARREN She likes to wander. Hates to be tied down. With that gap-toothed smile she strides around town Dressed to impress.
ZAIRE Wears an isicholo: A big Zulu hat. She''s not Zulu, no . But let woman have her hat! WINSTON And a skirt That shows her shape. DARREN And them shoes that will hurt You if you''re in her way. ASMA She''s not just fierce Though. She''s sweet and wise. Cupid''s dart has pierced Her so often, she''s an expert on love. DARREN Been there, done that.
This one knows it all, bruv. We see ALVITA being ushered towards the little stage, but she refuses it, and instead takes her rightful place, centre stage in the Colin Campbell. The pub turns black: there is a theatrical spotlight upon her. But before she speaks, the scene freezes while the AUTHOR gives her Chaucerian apologia . AUTHOR But before she starts, a word to the wise: Not a trigger warning, exactly, but A proviso: it''s not my tale. I just Copied it down from the original. I could make stuff up and rewrite it all But that would surely defeat the purpose, And if Alvita does make you nervous It''s worth remembering - though I''m sure you know - When wives spoke thus six hundred years ago You were all shocked then. The shock never ends When women say things usually said by men .
And one last thing: if you spot yourself and Think I''ve made you posher or more common Than you''d like: sorry. I''ve got a good ear, But I can only write down what I hear . The Wife of Willesden''s Prologue ALVITA reanimates and the AUTHOR withdraws to her table. Throughout the Prologue, ALVITA regularly breaks the fourth wall, speaking to the real audience as much as the pub one. Her accent is North Weezy with moments of deliberate poshness as well as frequent lapses into Jamaican patois and cockney for comic effect. She is a world-class raconteur. She begins: ALVITA Let me tell you something: I do not need Any permission or college degrees To speak on how marriage is stress. I been Married five damn times since I was nineteen! From mi eye deh a mi knee.
But I survived, Thank God, and I got to say, of the five, None of them were total wastemen. But last Week . At this point the lights come up again, but there is something surreal about the new lighting in the pub, as if we are in a magical, liminal space between storytelling, memory and reality. The pub people react and laugh and groan like an audience, but they are often roped into the performance, too. Some of these moments are explicitly noted below, but a director should feel free to use the PUB CHORUS to animate and dramatize as many of Alvita''s stories as they see fit. I''m with my Auntie P, yeah, and she starts In on her Bible talk: AUNTIE P Yuh nuh know Christ Him a wedding guest one time in him life? In Cana, Galilee? Please, niece, beg yuh Tell me what you do the opposite for? How come you believe you can get wedded Five times? Lawd knows how many times bedded! Tink when Jesus met the Samaritan,.