my best friend from high school recently retired after spending his whole career working for Rupert Murdoch in Australia. he dedicated all his working life to the single most odious and destructive man who has lived. A man who has arguably caused more pain and suffering than anyone else ever born (Stalin, Mao, Khan ?).
The guy who introduced me and my wife became the Comms Director for the UK PM who literally partied as I could not hold the hand of my dying mother. He knew her. She admired him.
Perhaps I have been unlucky in the friends that I made. And should I measure friendships with morality ?
As I get nearer to my death I think I should.