Thirty years ago there were 75,000 licensed premises in this country. Most of them were pubs owned by breweries selling that brewery's products. Many were managed houses, where the brewery employed a manager, paid him a salary and he ran the place on their behalf.
The other brewery-owned pubs were tenanted houses, where the publican rented the building on a short (normally three years) lease. These tenants were tied to the brewery for all beers, wines, spirits and snacks. Any food they sold was the publican's profit.
In the 1980s, the government, in the person of Lord Young, decided to break the 'tie' between the brewer and the retailer. Any brewery that owned an estate of more than 2000 pubs had to dispose of them. So what did they do? They set up property companies and sold the pubs to them.
The British pub estate is now owned by these massive property companies, Punch Taverns is one, Nomura, the Japanese bank, is another. The tenants now have 10-year leases, but they have to do all repairs to the property. And the tie remains. The landlord of my local has to buy all beers from his landlord - at about 50% more than he could buy it on the wholesale market. That's on top of paying a phenomenal amount of money in rent and rates.
Sky TV charge pubs an amount tied to the rateable value of the property. In my mate's case, that's £1800 a month for his small pub. Imagine how many EXTRA pints he'd have to sell just to pay for that.
The 75,000 I mentioned earlier is now down to just slightly more than 40,000 and falling rapidly. It's a combination of all manner of things that have conspired to cause this - the rise of the supermarket as booze retailer, the smoking ban and various social changes. But the biggest disaster is the Lord Young stuff. The breweries had a interest in selling their own product, so they kept prices to their tenants down. The property companies of whom I write don't really care if they force a landlord into bankruptcy. It works to their advantage - close it down, apply for planning position, six flats - ker-ching!
So, if you don't want to see yet another iconic part of Britain disappear, go to the pub.
And I'm off to do my bit right now.