Though her rage has lain dormant for over a decade, this weekend Bjork’s hatred of the paparazzi was finally awoken by
atomic tests in the South Pacific another guy with a camera, leaving the poor fellow with a rip in his “skivvy” and landing Ms. Gudmundsdottir* on the floor.
Glenn Jeffrey, a photographer with the Herald, told the paper Bjork was accompanied by a man who asked him not to take photographs.
“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 (sweatshirt) and tore it down the back,” he said. “As she did this she fell over, she fell to the ground. At no stage did I touch her or speak with her.”
Bjork said nothing during the confrontation, but her companion pleaded with her to stop, Jeffrey said.
After which she returned to
her undersea lair her trip, hopefully never to terrorize Antipodean gossip hounds ever again…
* That one was for Maura.