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The world lost a legend on Tuesday after Ozzy Osbourne passed away at the age of 76. The “Prince of Darkness” took a wild ride through life that involved plenty of mind-altering substances, and there’s one story about an unfortunate vicar who got a very unexpected surprise after eating a piece of cake the singer had spiked with drugs that really stands out.
You can’t talk about heavy metal without discussing the role Ozzy Osbourne played in helping the genre take the world by storm as the lead singer of Black Sabbath, the band that emerged as a sensation in the 1970s while propelling him and the rest of its members to superstardom.
Ozzy was an incredibly talented vocalist, consummate showman, and archetypical rock star who was very candid about his tendency to fall victim to the trappings that tend to accompany that particular line of work—specifically the alcohol that flowed like the waters of Niagara Falls and the drugs that got doled out like candy on Halloween.
Osbourne battled with addiction over the course of a legendary life that came to an end when he passed away just a few weeks after performing at Black Sabbath’s farewell show in Birmingham, England on July 5th, and the man who once purposefully bit the head off a two live doves at a business meeting and inadvertantly bit the head off of a dead bat at a concert left behind a legacy defined by some wild anecdotes, including…
The time an unsuspecting vicar ended up tripping after being served a slice of cake Ozzy Osbourne had spiked with hash
Osbourne was born in the United Kingdom and eventually purchased a home in the English countryside where he resided with Thelma Riley, his first wife.
During an interview with GQ in 2020, the singer who dismissed accusations he was a Satanist by pointing to his membership in the Church of England recalled the time a vicar made a visit to his home after he whipped up a cake spiked with hashish (a form of marijuana that’s historically been popular in Europe) before heading to a local watering hole.
He recalled telling his wife not to serve the cake to anyone only to learned she’d ignored those instructions after arriving back home following what seemed to be a bit of a bender, saying:
I’d made a cake with it. I put it in a tin and went to the pub and I said to my ex-wife ‘Don’t let anybody eat this f—king cake. It will be bad.” Anyway, I came back from the pub a few days later and I did a double-take, because the vicar was in our house, having a cup of tea in the kitchen with a piece of this cake.
I hadn’t got a driving licence, but he was slumped in my kitchen, so I had to drag him out by his hair, push him in the back of his car, drive him to his door and then walk home.
I didn’t see him for two weeks after that and I thought I’d killed him! Then I saw him in a pub on a Sunday morning and he said, ‘I must have caught such a dreadful flu at yours. I hallucinated for three days and had to miss church.’
Rest in peace to a real one.