When Steve Irwin died, I wasn’t very upset about it. I was surprised at the almost Diana-esque overblown outpouring of grief. It seemed as though he had transformed from being an annoying crocodile botherer into one of the world’s greatest animal lovers overnight, just by dying.
I’m not even a particularly big fan of Top Gear. But I find the news of Richard Hammond’s condition quite upsetting. I’ve heard now that the chances are that he might not make it through the night. Very sad indeed.