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 sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.