Billy Connolly
Billy Connolly
William "Billy" Connolly, CBEis a Scottish comedian, musician, presenter and actor. He is sometimes known, especially in his native Scotland, by the nickname "The Big Yin". His first trade, in the early 1960s, was as a welderin the Glasgow shipyards, but he gave it up towards the end of the decade to pursue a career as a folk singer, firstly in the Humblebums alongside friend Gerry Rafferty until 1971, and subsequently as a solo artist. In the early 1970s, he...
NationalityScottish
ProfessionMovie Actor
Date of Birth24 November 1942
CityAnderston, Scotland
When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why would you keep looking after you've found it?
Never trust a man, who when left alone with a tea cosey... Doesn't try it on.
I used to have Mad Cow's disease, but I'm alright Nooooooooow.
I've always wanted to go to Switzerland to see what the army does with those wee red knives.
I decided to stop drinking while it was still my idea.
,000 people in Hampden Park. Of course they're all Scottish. Because no one else goes there. The English have an unwritten rule: they only go to places they might get back from.
I'm a huge film star... but you have to hurry to the movies, because I usually die in the first 15 f--ing minutes. I'm the only guy I know who died in a f--ing Muppet movie.
A lot of people are too easily offended. Religious people, for instance. They've been offending other people for centuries.
I hate those earnest TV documentaries that are the world according to people with glasses who know better than you.
My advice to you, if you want to lose a bit of weight: don't eat anything that comes in a bucket. Buckets are the kitchen utensils of the farmyard.
I was brought up as a Catholic. I've got A-level guilt.
Oh aye...my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'
I'm not going to throw away the hand of friendship to suit 100 Trotskyites in Glasgow.
Politically correct is the language of cowardice.