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Illustrations

The Boy Prince of Darkness.

With Mum and Dad. They put up with a lot.

My dad promised me long trousers for my sister Jean’s wedding. I got these fucking things instead.

Blame this on Jim Simpson. It was his idea to hold the ‘Big Fear Follies’—naked.

Bill Ward, Geezer Butler, Tony Iommi and me, at Long Beach Arena. Dunno why we look so miserable—we were all as high as kites.

No, I’m not in the pub. I’m in the kitchen of ‘Atrocity Cottage’, which I’d made to look like a pub. That’s my oldest daughter, Jessica.

With Jess again and my son Louis.

Me, the lads from Black Sabbath and, err… a rubber chicken. In London. Wearing new clothes ’cos we’d just got a record deal.

Fresh faced. And pissed, probably.

Peace…

On stage with Tony.

…and love, man.

The lads from Aston made good. This was our ten-year anniversary. Unusually, we decided to get completely shitfaced for the occasion. Within a few months I’d be fired.

Going solo. This was the Diary of a Madman tour line-up. From left to right: Rudy Sarzo, Randy Rhoads, me and Tommy Aldridge.

Randy Rhoads and Rachel Youngblood, posing next to the tour bus in America. God bless them both.

On stage with Randy. This is how I remember him best.

The greatest guitarist of his generation—and a man before his time.

Getting hitched in Maui, 1982. There were seven bottles of Hennessy in that cake—later, I passed out in the hotel corridor. Good job the marriage was already consummated.

Fangs for the memories!

I was on so many drugs in 1983, I was on another planet. That must be why Aimee is wearing a space suit.

With my beautiful girls.

Harley Street has some great dentists.

A bad hair day—again. Promo shot for Bark at the Moon.

Hitching a ride with Kelly.

With Sally, my pet donkey. She used to live with us at Outlands Cottage and watch the telly with me.

With Kelly and Aimee.

Before…

…After

Getting a load off my mind.

I’d shaved my hair off to get out of doing the gig. Sharon sent me out anyway.

After a grade-one bollocking from the missus.

A postcard from Memphis.

Another quiet night in with Mötley Crüe.

On the QE2, bored out of my fucking mind. Sharon was pregnant with Jack so we couldn’t fly.

Back together for Live Aid in 1985—Bill, me, Geezer and Tony.

On stage at Live Aid with Tony.

I still had a drinking problem. I couldn’t find my mouth.

A rare picture of the full Osbourne clan.

This time, it was just a joke.

Me and Jack. At that age, his favourite thing to do was sit on my shoulders during encores.

Relaxing at home with Jack and Kelly—and the best friend I’ve ever had, Baldrick the bulldog.

‘How many songs do I have left to sing?’ At Ozzfest in 1996.

After another kick up the arse from Tony.

Wish I still looked like this.

‘I seem to have lost my watch. Can anyone see it up there?’

My sons were taught good manners from an early age. Me, Louis and Jack on my fiftieth birthday in 1998.

My beautiful daughters—Kelly, Jessica and Aimee.

Warming up…

…and chilling out.

A promo shot for The Osbournes in 2002. We had no idea what we were letting ourselves in for.

On The Tonight Show with Jay Leno and Sharon, just after the madness began.

Getting a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame in April 2002. Left to right: Jack, Marilyn Manson, me, Robbie Williams and Kelly. Not sure I want to know what Marilyn’s thinking about.

With my biggest fan.

Having a blast with Kelly. Our duet of ‘Changes’ went to number one in 2003.

At Welders House, messing around on my dirt bike.

Before…

…and after. I broke my neck, my collarbone, eight ribs and punctured my lungs, and was in a coma for eight days.

With Elton, the most generous man I’ve ever met.

Meeting Liz Taylor. My father once told me she was the most beautiful woman in the world.

My rock ’n’ roll hero.

Shaking hands with the Queen. She didn’t have to bring me flowers.

And meeting, err… me. Filming with impersonator Jon Culshaw. That’s him on the left. I think.

Wish I’d been dressed like this when I caught the burglar in my house in 2004.

With Maggie, one of my seventeen dogs.