Blow up your TV.
Throw away your paper.
Go to the country.
Build you a home.
Plant a little garden.
Eat a lot of peaches.
Try an’ find Jesus, on your own.
- John Prine, Spanish Pipedream
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don’t see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often, it’s not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it’s always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know, none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I’ve got a sneaking suspicion… love actually is all around. — It is that time of the year again… there will be many viewings of Love Actually at my place in the next month (between writing papers, of course)