Why does JK Rowling always have to find a cafe in which to write her books? Hasn’t she got an office, or a spare bedroom, or just some quiet room, at one of her three mansions? If she must keep visiting cafes, at least she could frequent a true greasy spoon, order a bacon butty and sit down with the plumbers and builders to pen her next megaseller. She could take breaks from writing by reading a copy of The Current Bun.
And then Rankin says it’s all nonsense.