I am grateful no one else is in the room with me. In principle, I’ve no problem with my family seeing me cry: but blinking away hot salty tears while watching Ozzy Osbourne? That seems somehow ludicrous. This is, after all, the self-styled prince of darkness, a trickster-like figure – one part devil, one part joker, one part joke. I thought I knew Ozzy – we all thought we knew him, whether we ...