Bjork is My Hero

I’ve always liked that Bjork. She’s weird as hell but damnit if she ain’t gangsta. She attacked yet another reporter this past weekend. She was in the Auckland International Airport and when the reporter, Glenn Jeffery began taking pics of her. He says, “I took a couple of pictures and I got about three or four frames of her ... and as I turned and walked away she came up behind me, grabbed the back of my black skivvy and tore it down the back.
"As she did this she fell over, she fell to the ground. At no stage did I touch her or speak with her."
The last time she went crazy on a photog was back in ’96 when she beat the snot out of this lady reporter.
Ha! I’m not even mad at her. These reporters and photogs are out of control sometimes but she makes sure to set them straight. I love her style too. She doesn’t beat people up all the time. In fact these are the only two instances we know of. So you never know when she’s going to strike. She walks along quietly as cameras flash and reporters fire off questions and then BAM! You’re kissin’ the pavement, she’s stomping you with the wooden dutch clogs she’s wearing, and she’s somehow stripped you of ALL your clothes while she’s singing Gin and Juice in Hindi. Then she walks away like the whole thing never happened.
People never learn. Bjork, keep up the good work of ridding this earth of assholes.