For some reason, I felt the absence of his commentary keenly last week. Ozzy candidly discusses the times he really did bite the head off a bat or tried to strangle his wife Sharon Osbourne while on drugs. It's a perfectly constructed piece of misinformation that's now, no matter how unlikely, out in the public domain. It's just that I have travelled north for the weekend, to my parents' house, and have neglected to pack the lead to my uncharged laptop. Perhaps today's bands play it too safe, their fancy tour buses with DVDs and games machines diffusing the boredom that made throwing TVs out of hotel rooms so appealing. He's living the life but I couldn't name a single song he's written, the way you can Brown Sugar, Stairway To Heaven, London's Burning Long before it got interesting, the whole Kate Moss and drugs thing took over. He is, simply, appalled, and sorry for his poor mother.
I hate the idea of having a group.
Other people love them intensely for those reasons. Is purgatory as bad as hell? They extracted more then a gallon of semen, I swear to god its true. And the dupe they reeled in to play Pete? Russia's abandoned space shuttles.