Steve Irwin had enthusiasm in abundance. An, all too rare, passion for animals and conservation.
When his programmes were first broadcast on television, you watched them because you thought that at any minute he would get bit. He never did because he knew his subject and wanted to show, you the viewer, what these animals were really like. By the end of one show you were hooked. Just enough to want to watch him again, not so much that you started to wear khaki shorts and utter the word “Crikey!”, in a broad Australian accent, at every opportunity.