Avon Calling: A night at the theatre from the comfort of your own sitting room
The stage is set. I've pushed back the coffee table, dragged the dining room chairs into the sitting room and whisked my housemate's socks off the radiator. The audience (nine of my friends) is gathering in the bar (my kitchen) drinking white wine, chilled to a degree unheard of in most stalls bars. They're here because, for one night only, I have converted my flat in Brixton " some five miles from the ritz and glitz…