RIP Steve Irwin
There he goes, off to that great mega-zoo in the sky.
Croikey!! Swimmin' with the roys is AWESOME!!
And here's a big bugger roit here!! Aw, he's swimmin' right undernoith me!!! I'll just swim roit up to him loik this!!
Croikey, look at the tail on 'im!! What a bugger!!
Croikey, he's got me!! Spiked me roit through the chest!! Bloody hell!!
What, did people honestly believe he was going to pass peacefully away in his sleep at the age of 95? I'm only disappointed that it wasn't a croc after all. Would have been a lot more gore, a lot more value to the snuff footage on the black market.
Interesting reaction here on the Sydney Morning Herald to the "outpouring of grief". Nobody liked him when he was alive: he was totally embarrassing and a source of cultural cringe. Now we're talking about a state funeral, for God's sake. Saint?? Hero?? Brave, yes. But Mandela or Gandhi he wasn't.
Obituary here from The Guardian: quite unbiased.
(Just let me say in my defence: yes very sad. Wife and two children, prime of life, tragedy, etc.)
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