Serious gaps have appeared in this record. I need to learn to make entries even when fully occupied with pressing deadlines. One place for reflection in everyone's daily life is the tube - something like Matins and Evensong might be for a monk.  Although my journey is quite a short one, Shepherds Bush to Swiss Cottage, the whole journey, including a short bus trip takes about 45 minutes. Usually it's a time for reading and thought. A kind of performance is also constantly taking place, if needed, as each person on the tube becomes by turn audience or performer, or often a combination of both. Carrying an unusual object, for example, such as a large bunch of flowers, immediately makes someone a performer - as does wearing unusual clothes. A Father Christmas, who is not in role as Father Christmas, but is clearly destined to be so, or has just been so,  carries an unusual sort of perfoprmance energy, acutely aware of his Father Christmasness, of course, but wishing to detach himself from it, if he possibly can.  This Father Christmas, seen on the Jubilee Line,  was at pains to enact his detachment and relative youth compared with the generally accepted character of Father Christmas by swinging with both hands from the hand rail, and chatting nonchalantly to his friend.