That is how many I managed to slog through of the cult fave show, “The Osbournes”. I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t do it. The novelty of actually hearing the “F” word instead of bleep wore off rather quickly. Partly because it was used so frequently by every member of the household, including, I think, the dogs and partly because I guess I’m old fashioned. And poor addled Ozzy, I think he had too many nights of living the high-life. He shook when he was sitting on the couch, sad. I kind of like his music, I have a couple solo CDs and a Black Sabbath one as well, but when they showed him making a Tonight Show appearance and he sang, it sounded the same as every thing he has done before. Mostly though I am not a big fan of “reality” shows, I have enough angst living my little life without peering into the sordid little lives of others.
Life of Brian
a proud part of the 90%
