As long as there's light to read by I can read anywhere. I never leave the house without something to read or a crossword to work on. When I'm on the bus or tube I can't believe the people who just sit there and stare, bovinely, at a non existent wall 18 inches in front of them. What do they think about? Do they think at all? My mind starts to explode if I'm not reading, writing, crosswording (long live cruciverbalism!) or talking (to someone else not myself). I have an ex wife who thought my reading was anti social; if I put the book down and watched TV that was being social. But then she'd get annoyed because I knew nothing about soap operas and kept asking questions - who's that? Is she married to him? Was it all a dream then? Why is she putting that atomic bomb there?