My 84 year old friend Angus dropped by to return a book. We chatted and I brought up my irritation - no, let's be frank, my anger - with the treatment of Anzac Day in the media.
"Yes, it's complete nonsense. You'd think it was a religious holiday. Ridiculous. And this chap who died and was called an Anzac Day hero, he was cleaning his gun and forgot to take out the bullets - what kind of a hero is that?" said Angus. "It's all guff".
It's hard, I said, to raise a boy in this kind of atmosphere - you don't want to be the constant cynical voice in his ear.
"You can let him be for a couple of years, but at some point you'll have to take him aside and say, 'the world doesn't work quite like that'" said Angus, whose plane ditched into the English Channel on return from a bombing raid over Europe in 1944.