Crickey?

We're all now in the grip of a Diana'esque out pouring of emotion over Steve, crocodile hunter, Irwin's untimely death. I don't really get it? It is very sad for his two toddler children and his wife, sure. It is really tragic for a boy and girl to miss out on a father who was a man, allegedly, so full of life and, allegedly, so full of passion and devoted to them, I don't disagree. Such a senseless loss. Awful, really, really awful... for his family, but not for the rest of us.

But the public are turning his zoo's front gate into a floral shrine, with bouquets and mementoes, of such grand proportions, it is beyond me. Is it the hero thing? Is it that we hold celebrity in such high esteem, because our lives are so ordinary? The fat loser kids, with their fat loser parents, who are inconsolable, crying like they have lost a parent or a child, saying that he has been in their lives for so long that they feel like they know him? I mean? What is that?

BUT YOU DIDN'T KNOW HIM, BLANCHE!

Is following his life the closest they will ever get to ever being successful? Did he give them something bigger than their forever ordinary, mundane, mediocre lives ever will? I ask you?

Mostly, I just found him irritating and embarrassing.