Goodnight, Steve Irwin.

I found it really sad to hear the news that everybody's favourite croc-botherer, Steve Irwin, died this week.

I always liked him, not just because he was funny and a bit mad, but because he was doing so much to help the environment by preserving Australian wildlife.

Besides, it was cruelly ironic that, after years of sticking his head in snake nests and the mouths of crocodiles, he was killed by a poisonous fish.

That just sucks.

And I am always affected when I see so many people respond with such warmth and affection for a much-loved celebrity.

Goodnight, Steve Irwin. You were ripper, mate.