Ozzy Osbourne’s memoir is one of the funniest books I have ever read. If anyone ever asks me for a recommendation that puts a smile on their face, the first book that comes to mind is the surprisingly well written eccentric chaos that is “I Am Ozzy”. (That, and The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society.)
One time vocalist of Black Sabbath, general mischief maker, reality TV start and solo singer, I am Ozzy chronicles the life and general chaos that is being a proper blimmin’ rockstar, complete with a proper cup of tea.
It’s also so much more.
It haunts me, all this crazy stuff. Every day of my life has been an event. I took lethal combinations of booze and drugs for thirty f**king years. I survived a direct hit by a plane, suicidal overdoses, STDs. I’ve been accused of attempted murder. Then I almost died while riding over a bump on a quad bike at f**king two miles per hour.
Ozzy has to number among the top 10 to have over for a dinner party, just to recount a few of his escapades; the infamous bat and dove incidents, the Alamo, riding a nervous horse to his local pub, the surprise he left his Father-in-law – the list, it goes on. This is a laugh out loud, wonder how he is still alive and marvel at his love of simple joys read.
Ghostwritten by Chris Ayers, it captures Ozzy’s spirit perfectly whilst keeping his natural inimitable style at the fore. You don’t have to be a fan of any of his music to enjoy this rampant romp from childhood to the ripe old age of 64. Who’da thunk it?