I was minding my business, sitting on the bus in heavy commuter traffic through the city centre, whilst listening to the Russell Brand podcast on my ear-phones. It was the usual nonsense and puerile tomfoolery but at one point he read out a few lines of the William Blake poem 'The Infant Sorrow', and this made a bit of an impact on me. In-between all the modern vacuousness of an afternoon a few lines of beauty in pure poetry came my way. Thanks, kind Sir. Blake, not Brand..
