“Then I went chomp, spit. The dove’s head landed on the PR chick’s lap in a splatter of blood. To be honest with you, I was so pissed, it just tasted of Cointreau. Well, Cointreau and feathers. And a bit of beak.” —from the autobiography, I Am Ozzy (Grand Central Publishing) by Ozzy Osbourne with Chris Ayres (out now)