Oh goody, my time machine is working! Judging by the celebrity gossip hanging off the vine today, it would appear that I've been transported back to the year 1996, a time when a crazed Icelandic music nymph silently attacked a photographer in an airport. Hang on though... this airport is in New Zealand while the one in '96 was in Bangkok… also the gender of the snapper has changed from female to male. Oh dear God - this could mean disaster for my molecular makeup! *Gingerly paws at chest*... Everything appears to be in order. Hmmm, could it be that my time machine is actually just a kicky hat I've fashioned from foil, and Bjork is in fact allergic to long haul flights? According to the New Zealand Herald, a man who was with Bjork asked that no photos be taken, but the photographer thought a few couldn't hurt. He was wrong. Glenn Jeffrey said, "I took a couple of pictures... and as I turned and walked away she came up behind me, grabbed the back of my black skivvy (that's New Zealandish for T-shirt) and tore it, as she did this, she fell over, she fell to the ground... At no stage did I touch her or speak with her." He claims Bjork said nothing throughout the incident but her male companion was saying: "B, don't do this, B, don't do this." A fine example of reverse psychology there by her "male companion" AKA her agent. How else is she going to get into the non-muso columns?