WILL STONE fact-checks the colourful life of Ozzy Osbourne

JUST had a week away from the whole Brexit bollocks on tour in Norway and Finland with my wife Robina. A welcome relief, though I was still talking about it for ages on stage of course.
Started off in Trondheim, a lovely city we’ve visited many times before, as guests of our friend Torgeir, who runs local label and independent shop Crispin Glover Records. I’d been invited to perform at a hip-hop festival, which may seem bizarre.
In fashion and general subculture terms it is, because a baseball-capped B-boy or gun-totin’ gangsta I most certainly am not. But in terms of a substantial part of my words and delivery it is the most logical thing in the world.



