STEVE IRWIN HAS BEEN KILLED!
No, that isn't the start of some joke,
the crocodile hunter is really dead.
In an almost ironic twist of fate (considering he's
stuck his hand in the mouth of just about every poisons and vicious
creature on earth), he was killed by a stingray and it's almost unheard of
for stingrays (despite there name) to kill people.
Stink. Seriously, talking like Steve Irwin has been a
classic way of getting a cheap laugh for me and many others over the years
(such as this and
this) and it just won't be the same
anymore.
In other totally unrelated news, Chris and I were in a
police van yesterday morning! No, we weren't arrested, in fact (in Chris's
words) were basically deputised. We left my place on the way round to
Crazy's and on the corner Chris spied 3 Stella beers just lying on the
ground. Chris being Chris, of course he picked one up, only for a Pikie (a
real scum of the earth loser) to start yelling at us just down the street!
Chris put the beer down but this guy kept following us and was obviously
up for a fight. He looked off his face drunk and Chris and I started
cracking up because he was the definition of a loser. Anyway, we started
to get worried when he just didn't relent and started chasing us! I'm
fairly sure Chris and I could've gone all Cullen on his ass and flattened
him but a) he could've been carrying some weapon and b) we're not in high
school anymore so I dialled 999. The cops were there within a min or so,
pulling up down the road but in the mean time another guy came out of his
house and told the pikie to get his shiit together, which of course
provoked the moron to have a go at him. Chris and I went down to the cops,
told them what was going on and they said "OK lads, jump in the back of
the van" so we could go get him (yeah, they turned the siren on and we
didn't even have to ask). By the time we got back he had disappeared so we
got to cruse around the back streets of Putney for a while and give a
description of the guy that was broadcast over the radio. We also
overheard that a guy fitting his description had just stolen a case of
Stella, so everything fitted into place. In the end I don't know if they
caught the loser, but was an interesting way to start Sunday off.
Sat night was awesome, went to a bar called Mish Mash in
Clapham for Leen's going back to NZ party. The place had a fantastic crowd
and everyone was in great form. Few snaps of the night are
on the Mish Mash site already!