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I've recently discovered The Word at one of those remaindered magazine stores.
I love its tagline: 'At last! Something to read!' which is exactly how I feel about it (great cover CDs as well).

From the December 2005 issue - an interview with Sharon Osborne.
Se comes across as a really intelligent and funny person who just happens to not care what anyone else thinks of her. very cool.
Here's a snippet of the interview (be sure to catch the last Q&A about Madonna - yowza).

Note: there's some seriously nasty language ahead.

Mostly she's considerably more measured than the effusive curser we've seeen on TV until, suddenly, a subject ignites an outburst and Tourettes, momentarily, takes over.

You were born to a famous man, married a famous rock star, had childern who became famous and now you're more famous than any of them. There must have been an impact on those relationships.
It has changed the relationships, but really there's just less time together.
[...] It's changed the way I conduct myself in business 'cos I can't do certain things any more because it wouldn't look good!


...[So] there's no more kicking promoters in the bollocks and biking round boxes of human faeces. You have to reign yourself in.
I do. Those days are over! And it was a little hobby of mine.

So your version of reigning it in is sabotaging Iron Maiden's sound at Ozzfest this summer?
Fuck 'em, they deserved it. He deserved it. Having a go at my husband every night. (Bruce Dickinson made onstage remarks about not needing a reality show to give him credibility.)
He has a huge ching on his shoulder. Because he hs no celebrity. I just thought, you're taking the piss, mate, 20 shows, earning 185 grand a night and you're taking the piss out of my husband and our hospitality? You prick.
You can say what you want about me, you pick on my family then [...] I will eat you up.
I love people. I treat people the way I like to be treated, but if I don't get that back then (snaps fingers), next! You play, you pay. That's the way I look at life.

A lot of the rock aristocracy have been pretty strict with their kids: Mick Jagger, Paul McCartney, Bob Geldof. Madonna doesn't even allow television, apparently.
Oh that's fucking ridiculous, crap, fuck off, what a load of bollocks!
And writing those painfully silly books and reading them to your kids. If my mum came to me with a book like that I'd say, "Fucking stick it up your arse."
Fucking English Roses, bollocks. It's like dressing up with her. One day you're in fucking gun gear, then you're in horsing gear, then you dress like a fucking dyke, then you dress like a hooker, then you're in a flowery dress reading kids' poetry looking like a fucking librarian, then you're back looking like an old hooker again.
For fuck's sake, who are you? Who are you? At that age, you should know who you are, what bloody religion you are and what you represent.
Can you imagine all the effort that goes into that? You cannot be all things to everyone and be true to yourself, I'm sorry, I don't care who you are.
You can't one day be in Horse and Hound and the next in Dyke Weekly.
Otherwise, you're just pleasing, pleasing and being something you're not. Nobody is everything to everybody.
I didn't like bloody Mother Teresa. See? Somebody didn't like her. Ugly old cunt in sandals.