my sadness to the general feelings over STeve-O dying. Being a cynical old misanthrope, I have more than a sneaking admiration for people who can be so genuinely enthusiastic about everything they do. Similar to the lovely Simon Reeve and his Equator programme, and of course to the even lovelier Bruce Parry who meets the maddest people, does the maddest things, and just seems to charm them all, never mind the language barriers, by his affection and regard for them. (The reaction when PArry asked one of the West papuan Kombai whether they were interested in where he came from is total class...

“Not interested really. We like you, you’re very funny, but we have no interest in where you come from...Whatever jungle it is, it must be pretty s**t �cos you can’t climb trees, you always have to carry ridiculous items on your body, you’re too fat, you can’t cross logs without a hand...In general you’re pretty sh**...Why would we want to know about this place?”)

All three are official cynicalbastard walloffamers. The world is a slightly colder place tonight.