“At the Gaff it doesn’t matter if you’re from Baghdad or Bethnal Green. If you’re pedigree or if the cat dragged you in. You can always come home in here.”

“It all started when I sucked a dick for a packet of crisps in sixth form.

Close your gob, darling. You know me. I’d’ve done it for free.”

“Rule number one of the 21st century: Truth is in the eye of the beholder.”

The King’s Gaff is set in a chaotic London pub where a Hindu publican serves Guinness and generosity in equal measure. As gentrification closes in around them, two unlikely brothers begin pulling away from the home that raised them. Marius tries to outrun the inheritance waiting for him, and Yoyo is caught in a dangerous love triangle with a closeted man and his politically ambitious girlfriend. Sree, the pub’s beloved patriarch, watches the world he built slowly begin to slip through his fingers.

At the Gaff, God might ask you for a fag and strangers become family by closing time. Satire, mythic realism and pub tragedy. The King’s Gaff explores what “home” really means.

Currently in Development

The King’s Gaff is currently in early musical development, with Act One drafted and workshop materials, demos and creative collaborations in progress.

Currently seeking arrangers, workshop collaborators and future development opportunities. Especially interested in hearing from East Enders, Global Majority, Hindu and Muslim creatives!

“A brother stuck in no man’s land where all the bullets are friendly fire.”