I stomped down the hallway, twisted the latch on the front door, and yanked it open.
‘Are you… “Ozzy Zig”?’ said Guy Fawkes, in a thick Brummie accent.
‘Who wants to know?’ I said, folding my arms.
‘Terry Butler,’ he said. ‘I saw your ad.’
That was exactly what I’d hoped he was going to say. Truth was, I’d been waiting a long time for this moment. I’d dreamed about it. I’d fantasised about it. I’d had conversations with myself on the shitter about it. One day, I thought, people might write newspaper articles about my ad in the window of Ringway Music, saying it was the turning point in the life of John Michael Osbourne, ex-car horn tuner.
‘Tell me, Mr Osbourne,’ I’d be asked by Robin Day on the BBC, ‘when you were growing up in Aston, did you ever think that a simple advert in a music shop window would lead to you becoming the fifth member of the Beatles, and your sister Iris getting married to Paul McCartney?’
And I’d answer, ‘Never in a million years, Robin, never in a million years.’

It was a f**king awesome ad.

Autor: Ozzy Osbourne