Steve Irwin on South Park

Frankly, I’m disgusted about this. How come someone as mad as Steve Irwin had to cark it before South Park decided to take the piss out of him? There was plenty to poke fun at when the mentalist was still breathing.

Regardless, and unsurprisingly, there’s a huge TV outcry over here with networks “undecided” as to whether they’ll show the offending episode next year and none of the news programs prepared to show the clip. Having said that, it was refreshing to see one presenter simply say “if you think you won’t like it… just don’t watch it” instead of joining in the Parker/Stone witch-hunt.

Being ridiculed on South Park is like making a guest appearance on The Simpsons. It’s an honour. You’re famous enough that people know you and want to take you down a peg. Steve Irwin is now up there with Mel Gibson, Barbara Streisand, Sadam Hussein and Satan himself. Surely a better legacy than a crappy zoo?

(Before you go sending me poison-soaked boomarangs and stuff in the mail, check out my earlier post about his death. And develop a sense of humour)

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Almost a month. Sorry about that.

I have my reasons for not posting, folks. Essentially, they boil down to “I don’t feel like it”. Simply, I just don’t have the urge, the mood, the sense of humour or the outlook on life I did a couple of months ago. I’m depressed, basically. Very much so.

For updates on what’s going on, read the Travel Blog. For entertaining, uplifting shenanigans read Scaryduck. Frankly, right now I’m so down it’s not worth checking here for a bit. I hope to work my way out of things but I’m really just not happy with life – and I’m in a foreign country learning to SCUBA. That’s how down I am.

If you can be arsed, dig out the lyrics to Green Day’s Boulevard of Broken Dreams. That’s me, that is.

Thoughts for the Hamster

Many of you will already be aware that Top Gear presenter Ricard Hammond is in a serious condition in hospital following a very high-speed crash. Slightly less known is that a charity donation page has been set up for the Yorkshire Air Ambulance who airlifted him to hospital.

The news article mentions it right at the end, though the link to it’s not clear so I’m repeating it here. It’s on JustGiving.com and I’ve used this site before. UK tax payers can even ensure the charity gets an extra 28% of your donation using the Gift Aid system at no extra cost to yourself. At the time of writing, the BBC article reckoned they’re raised £4000. I just checked and it’s almost £24,000. Fantastic.

Get well soon, Hamster.

Dib dib dib

My cousin in Brisbane told me this story and it’s about a friend of her’s from back home in Scotland. Names changed to protect the fact that I can’t remember them.

This lady, let’s call her Fiona, is a single mum who’s son… erm… Andrew, is seven. One weekend, Andrew is taken on a cub scout trip, leaving Fiona on her own for the first weekend in as long as she can remember.

Heading home from dropping him off with the troup, she finds a random bloke outside her flat trying desparately to get his mobile to work so he can call a taxi. No joy, sadly. Fiona, though, is a good samaritan and shows him inside to use her telephone.

The next day he leaves. *ahem*

Fiona tells one of her friends the story and the friend asks her if she’s got the guy’s number. “I think so, but I can’t remember his name!”

So she sets to flicking through her mobile until she spots a name and number she doesn’t recognise. “Colin… yes, that sounds familiar.” She taps out a text detailing exactly how much she enjoyed the weekend and what she’d like to do the next time.

A few minutes later, the phone rings and a man says “Who is this?”

“It’s Fiona. I can’t believe you’ve forgotten me already after all the fun we had.”

“Fiona? This is Colin Matthews… your son’s cub scout leader?”

From that day on, once the story leaked, every time she calls my cousin and her husband answers he greets Fiona with a “Dib dib dib!”

Not good

Sorry for the lack of posts recently and there won’t be many for a while yet. I’m still in Auckland and the bad news is that Lou and I have parted ways. As a result, I’m completely heartbroken and I’m really not up to blogging. Or much else, to be honest. I hope the two of us can remain friends, but right now all I can think about is what I’ve lost and I don’t even know why it’s happened.

I fly to Brisbane on Friday morning, then on to Melbourne after that. I haven’t planned on my next destination but I’ll need to sort something out fairly soon. I’m awaiting a call back from the Oz Consulate to let me know if I can fly in without an onward ticket as I’ll have the funds from my house sale in my bank account.

Right now I should be happy as Larry with a bulging bank account and the world at my fingertips. Instead I can only think of what I’ve lost and what will no longer be. Sorry for being so down in public, but friends will know that I’m a very open person and I needed to let you all know.