24/04/2026
ANZAC DAY
Weâll be open from 12 noon this ANZAC Day.
Iâve been thinking a lot about this one. And it's only been released today because we don't want to capitalise on something so sacred. The service. The sacrifice. However, we must remember them, and this is my way of doing this in 2026.
That man in these photos is my grandfather.
Same name. Same blood. A man I grew up around, but only ever really understood in pieces. He never spoke much about his service.
Like a lot of them, the important parts stayed quiet.
I knew heâd been in the Army.
I couldn't imagine him being a secret agent in Vietnam, or leading the search for the Harold Holt Bolt; Australia's most innocuous faux pas as a prime minister.
None of that is what I remember most, though.
I remember sitting with him.
I remember the way he carried himself.
I remember the stories he would tell (in a hushed voice about mates, about moments, about the absurdity that somehow sits alongside hardship.
And I remember wanting to be like him, long before I understood what that actually meant.
ANZAC Day, for me, sits somewhere in that space.
Itâs not just about the history weâre taught.
Itâs about the people we knew.
The ones who came back, and the ones who didnât.
The quiet strength. The humour. The things that donât fit neatly into ceremony.
Even the small, ridiculous momentsâlike stuffing something up so badly in training that youâre carrying a teddy bear around for a week as a grown man.
At the time it feels like the end of the world.
Looking back, itâs part of the story.
And thatâs what stays.
This year, weâll have a few things happeningâsome music, a chance to sit, have a drink, and talk if you feel like it.
If youâve served, or you carry that in your family, weâll look after you.
That part matters.
Weâll also pass a hat around for the RSL.
Itâs a small gesture, but itâs something.
Mostly though, itâs about taking a moment.
To remember.
To listen.
To share the storiesâespecially the ones that donât get written down.
Because without those people, and what they carried, none of what we have now exists.