I met Billy Connolly today. It was an entirely random encounter. And oh so awesome.
I have loved Billy Connolly since I was 12 – since I first started watching his DVDs, and laughing and laughing beyond plausibility.
He’s hilarious; but also right in so, so many ways.
He’s right when he talks about political correctness gone mad, when he expresses his distaste for ‘beige’ people in life, when he goes off at both things and people utterly useless.
He’s clever, and witty, and honest, and entirely devoid of pretence.
I’ve seen him live, twice, one of which being last week. And I was stoked, no, thrilled, to meet him today.
He’s lovely. Just lovely.
2 thoughts on “Billy Connolly and Me.”
You’re so lucky! I saw him live in 1990. He’s one of those people that’s just always been there. The fabric of our lives.
Couldn’t agree more. Love him.