Sharon Osbourne Extreme
My Autobiography
Chapter One
Brixton
Memory is a strange thing, and since starting this book I have discovered
that people's memories of the same event can be very, very different. What
follows, therefore, is only my memory of what happened in my life. I cannot say
this is how it happened. I can only say this is how it seemed to me at the
time.
My earliest memory is of sitting on a wooden chair, watching
some girls going through their dance routines in fishnet tights
and silver shoes. I can't have been much more than two, but far
from this being unusual, it was everyday life for me.
The church hall where my father would always do these rehearsals
is no longer there, though the church still is, and the
house where we lived - 68 Angell Road - has become one of
a row of townhouse-style public-housing apartments.
The area has changed too. There's an edge of danger to it
now, which wasn't the case back then. In the fifties and early
sixties, Brixton, south of the Thames, was where all the vaudeville
artists lived, c ... read full excerpt from Sharon Osbourne Extreme: My Autobiography ebook
