Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow airport. General opinion makes out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. Seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there.
Without hope or agenda, just because it's Chrismas, and at Chrismas you tell the truth, to me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you until you look like this…