Steve Irwin is yet to be buried. Here’s Germaine Greer in the Guardian:
The animal world has finally taken its revenge on Irwin …
Why the bitterness, Germaine? Someone take a bite out of your gingerbread house?
What Irwin never seemed to understand was that animals need space. The one lesson any conservationist must labour to drive home is that habitat loss is the principal cause of species loss.
Greer divides her time between a farm in Tuscany, an apartment in London, and a property situated on 50 hectares of Queensland rainforest. Won’t someone please think of the habitat loss?
What seems to have happened on Batt Reef is that Irwin and a cameraman went off in a little dinghy to see what they could find. What they found were stingrays. You can just imagine Irwin yelling: “Just look at these beauties! Crikey! With those barbs a stingray can kill a horse!” (Yes, Steve, but a stingray doesn’t want to kill a horse. It eats crustaceans, for God’s sake.)
That’s an innovative way to criticise someone; imagine them saying something stupid, then correct that imagined statement. The whole game of opinion writing just became a great deal easier.
(Via Darryl Mason, who has further views.)
UPDATE. Australian magazine marie claire recalls an Irwin story:
Steve and Bindi were a pleasure to work with, according to our photographic team, who spent a morning with the Irwins at their family home, Australia Zoo on Queensland’s Sunshine Coast. Even the three leeches that attached to Steve’s foot didn’t bother him.
You can just imagine him naming one of them “Germaine”.
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