Watched the Lee Kerslake documentary last night, well made but also extremely depressing. It's pretty fucked up how sick he was in his final years - one of the OG heavy rock drummers reduced to living in a council flat and waddling around in ill-fitting tracksuit bottoms, a weightlifting back brace and Crocs. Actually the only reason why Sharon finally sent him his Platinum records for Blizzard and Diary is that this was getting quite a lot of press during the production and even the Osbournes probably realized it would've been a bad look to keep ignoring it.