After a late evening of beer, games and out-of-town friends at the Crocodile Lounge, we arrived home to learn of the death of Steve Irwin. Ironic? Perhaps.
I won’t go so far to say that his death was tragic. No, even at the death of a stingray’s barb, clearly Irwin died doing something he enjoyed and dedicated his life to. I know my next toast will be to The Croc Hunter. Cheers, mate.
I was just listening to Coldplay - Rush Of Blood To the Head