I was thumbing through my copy of "Three Corvettes" (the collection of stories by Nicholas Monsarrat" and came across his story of the end of the war. He was a duty officer at the Admiralty - there was nothing happening, so he went up to the top of Admiralty Arch to look at the crowd in Trafalgar Square. After a while he noticed that he was not alone.... It was the Admiral of the Fleet, Cunningham. He watched him look up a Nelson on his column, and realised that he (Cunningham) had tears on his cheeks. So he sneaked off. For some reason that sums up, to me, everything that we have lost in this country in the last few years.