posted by fatmammycat at 6:48 p.m.
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion. I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times. Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate. I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
2 Comments:
Yep, just read about that. It seems it's a pretty rare thing to get barbed by a sting-ray. He was hellish unlucky. That's a real shame - he was a great bloke; a real character and so enthusiastic about wildlife you couldn't help but like him, despite that accent.
Yeah, poor Steve&his family.
I agree with your comments.
He actually drove me nuts with his "crikey" - a few years back I had to promote "Crocodile Hunter" and I wanted to tear my hair and scream, I was so agitated I wanted to hit somebody. Hard.
But. Today I was very sad to read about his death. He had great ideals, and being a bit "showbiz" about it I guess did the job - he got attention.
May he rest in peace.
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