Bad Habits, David Beckham and a Submarine

After the huge book launch weekend, all I want is some peace and serenity. Not getting it at home with Gerry following me around with the Canon 5D thinking he’s Stephen Spielberg; filming my every move for the soon to be released Tweed Tea and Wellies TV commercial. Ideally I’d be lounging (glass of chilled Perrier-Jouët in hand) poolside at Lela’s house in the South of France, but today I’m just as happy at Bad Habits Café in the Convent Gallery.

I’ve often thought Nuns should run Cafes in Convents. They could subtly monetise the steady stream of Catholics wandering across the threshold into their Divine Domain; where Bad Habits could either mean a wardrobe malfunction or tendency to succumb to the occasional Deadly Sin. As a child, I loved hanging out with the Josephite Nuns; my favourite being Sister Sonia (now married to the charming Bob White, former Christian Brother. I was Maid of Honour). If Sister Sonia (with her impeccably good taste and outrageously good humour) were to set up a café, this would be it. Soaring windows shining dappled light into the terraced conservatory, terracotta tiled floors, olde world alfresco charm, original faded pink Convent walls, whimsical religious icons, and staff with such beautiful smiles they could be Nuns-in-Waiting...Read more...