Steve Irwin, taunter of animals everywhere (known, on occasion, to use his baby son as bait) dies - killed by an animal which is known for its passive and benevolent nature. I think he might be quite annoyed actually - I'd imagine he'd have wanted to go like Robert Shaw in Jaws... Or Dean Jagger in Alligator*.

And, because I remember reading (at least a part of) it when I was younger, I picked up a cheap copy of a Stephen Donaldson book. I find it incredibly difficult to take any epic work of heroes, giants and implausible songs seriously when there's a legendary king called Kevin mentioned every other page. Kevin is not the name of a great leader in anyone's mythology. Unless, of course, you're a tribe of feral children living in the deep, dark places of Milton Keynes.

Dave xx

*If you have to ask, then you've missed a classic film, trust me.

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