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I am Ozzy – Ozzy Osborne
At Clearwell Castle the only danger was scaring ourselves to death… and of course we tried very hard to do just that.  We hadn’t been there a day before the practical jokes started.  I was the first culprit; I realised that if you put a cartridge in our eight track machine and turned down the volume all the way, when it reached the end of the song it would make this loud CHA-CHUNK-CHICK noise, which would echo off the stone walls.  So I hid the machine under Tony’s bed, just before he turned in for the night – after we’d spent the evening putting the willies up each other with a séance in the dungeon ….
.....we couldn’t concentrate in that bloody castle.  We wound each other up so much none of us got any sleep.  You’d just lie there with your eyes wide open, expecting an empty suit of armour to walk into your bedroom at any second and shove a dagger up your arse.
And the fucking séances we kept holding didn’t help.  I dunno what we were thinking, cos they’re really dodgy, those things.  You’ve got no idea who’s pushing the glass, and then you end up convincing yourself that your great Aunt Sally is standing behind you with a sheet over her head.  And when  you’re doing it in a dungeon, it’s even worse.