The Death of Imagination

D'oh! I meant "Bill Hunter", of course. Last night, I described him to mollpeartree as "Australia's Depardieu" (in the sense of a fat, middle-aged actor who's seemingly legally obligated to be in any local film exported to the US). Not that I wouldn't do the Croc Hunter if there were only some way TO GET HIM TO SHUT UP for five minutes. (Relevant Onion headline: Crocodile Hunter Like That In Bed, Too.)

There must be band called "The Brothers Tuatara."