Those Most Peculiar People

To borrow Edith Sitwell's phrasing: here come those who would entertain us. In their feathers and Lurex and headdresses worthy of Pharaohs, they swing their microphones and smash their guitars in the face of conformity. Here is Ozzy Osbourne, biting the head off his bat; here, David Bowie, in lightning-bolt mode, his hair dyed pickle red. And here - really here this time, in Sydney; not in some moonage daydream or tripping along the ghost road of eccentricity's history - comes the shaven-headed, 60-year-old Grace Jones, prowling and snarling like anear-six-foot-tall lady jaguar.