It’s a bit of a problem for someone like my mate who occaisionally makes the mistake of taking himself seriously when it turns out that the most important thing to happen in the world is not one of the following:
- the announcement by the Sudanese government that they don’t think they’re killing enough black people in Darfur, and could the peace-keepers please leave?
- the ongoing efforts of a bunch of borderline psychopaths in Iran to nuke us
- the slow slide of Afghanistan into anarchy.
Nope, in fact, the story that everyone is talking about is that the crocodile hunter managed to listen to Aqua Marina once too often and got himself killed. By, in fairness, a seven-foot long member of the shark family with a poisonous tail and bad attitude. My mate wouldn’t be too fussed under most circumstances. After all, as campaigning conservationists go, he’s a damn sight more interesting than most you come across (take a bow, Albert Gore).
Only Steve Irwin’s dad, Bob, managed to describe his son as his best mate. e.g. “I’ve lost my best mate.” says Dad. You see what happened there? After all the effort of coming up with a decent internet identity. my mate finds that, like it or not, his search rankings can still be destroyed by an off-hand remark from the relative of a dead TV celebrity.
If you’re thinking this is petty and irrelevant, you’d be right. Normal service will be resumed shortly.
UPDATE: Having posted this article, google appears to have decided that blogging about Steve Irwin is enough to knock My Mate Says back up to the top.
