Steve Irwin, the chap with the irrational lack of fear, has finally come a fatal cropper in an encounter with a stingray, which he had probably only just described with wide-eyed incredulity as "grumpy". I can't help but feel a pang of regret that he's gone; normally I'm scornful of anyone in nature programming that falls short of the Attenborough (D) standard, but Steve Irwin's insane enthusiasm and total lack of caution were fairly endearing. And amusing - who can't be amused by the spectacle of an Australian being chased up a tree by a crocodile?
Well done Steve, we'll miss you.
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