“Once in Soho, drunk and alone, coping with the spiteful light of an Old Compton Street off-licence, I stumbled into the nocturnal camaraderie that only penniless drunks can purchase. My fleeting companion, my soul mate for that moment, was a Scottish lad, young and reeking. I told him how I missed Amanda, he told me how he missed his home. ‘My love is like a red, red rose,’ he said, all wistful about Burns. ‘That’s newly sprung in June’, I said knowingly, thinking about her. Then together, ‘My love is like a melody, that’s sweetly played in tune’. We defiantly recited Rabbie Burns’ poem, entangled arms kept us from falling. ‘Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt wi’ the Sun’. Just two more drunks serenading an indifferent world. The poem and our Brotherhood ended simultaneously and we carried on alone into the night. ‘And I will love thee still, my dear, while the sands of life shall run’. – Russell Brand (My Booky Wook)
I love this. I know it's not one that's saying 'go on, you can do it, live the dream!' or anything, but it's just beautiful. I think it just shows how beauty can exist in such small moments.