Day one, the van broke down. It was so cold the accelerator cable froze, so when Tony [Iommi] put his foot down it snapped in half. Which meant we were stranded in the middle of f**king nowhere, halfway to Copenhagen. There was a blizzard outside, but Tony said it was my job – as the band’s ‘public representative’ – to go and find some help. So out I walked into this field, snow blowing into my face, two icicles of snot hanging out of my nose, until finally I saw the lights of a farmhouse up ahead. Then I fell into a trench. After finally pulling myself out of the f**king thing, I waded through the snow until I reached the front door, then knocked loudly.
‘Halløj?’ said the big, red-faced Eskimo bloke who opened the door.
‘Oh, thank f**k,’ I said.
[...]
‘Halløj?’
I didn’t know any Danish, so I pointed towards the road, and said, ‘Van. El kaputski. Ya?'

Auteur: Ozzy Osbourne