I have to admit when I found out that Steve Irwin had been killed this morning, I was more surprised than I would have thought I'd have been. Although I've always assumed that he would eventually succumb to some kind of serious injury (how can you fail to loose some part of your body doing that?), it's a real sadness and tragedy that someone who was so passionate about what he did and who provided such great entertainment to millions should simply vanish. It's compounded by the fact he leaves behind his wife and two young kids.

As a personal tribute, here is is an old photo that would never have otherwise have made an appearance. I assume that Steve would have wanted to go to a place where there are more salties than he could ever have dreamt of, and so I wish him an eternity of close run-ins and dangerous encounters with his favourite animals. I guess that is what he would have wanted most.