Young people. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t kill ‘em, can’t get a handle on their conferences. Or can’t get a handle, to use the language the market now prefers, on their “unconference”.

This past weekend, 200 of what were determined to be the nation’s finest young minds un-convened in Canberra for Junkee's Youth Junket, what a youth intruder described to me as “naive”, “generously catered” and “not entirely shit”.