Toni Le Busque's stories.

You know how JK Rowling wrote Harry Potter in a cafe, right?
I’ve decided to write the pictorial version (I’ve already done 30 installments) of my life in the Whetherspoons in Witney.
I wanted to do it sitting underneath the big drawing about sheep and blankets and so on that they commissioned me to do, because with one eye on history, I thought it might at some point sound cool to say I had written/drawn a book whilst sat under the sheep drawing.
But the table was occupied.
So today I was sat there on a stool at one of those high tables, with my note books in front of me, drinking coffee and drawing/writing, when this woman comes up and says-
"Do you have a table free for 4?"
"Um, I don’t know,’ I say, turning to look around me at tables, ’there might be one, but I don’t work here,"
She goes-“Oh, sorry. You look all official there, writing and stuff.”
And I go, “Oh, dear, I think I’m going to have to rethink the whole shirt/waistcoat/tie look.”
And then I start laughing, and then she does too.
Then I offer her my table.
But she says no, it’s fine.
Then her and what I presume are her family walk off toward the back of the pub and I go back to drawing and looking official.