I met Billy Connolly once, I think in summer 1997. I was living in a scummy student flat just off of Great Western Road in Glasgow, near the botanic gardens. I was with two of my pals, on the way to an immunology exam. It was a sunny afternoon and as we turned the corner we bumped into Connolly coming out of a local chiropractors office.
We were of course delighted to meet him. I think he was slightly less chuffed to meet us. We all expressed out affection for him. I'd actually recently seen him do a show at the King's Theatre in Glasgow and I still had the ticket in my wallet.
I asked for an autograph, and the Big Yin, clearly grumpy and wanting to escape started making excuses about not having a pen. I promptly pulled out a pen and a ticket and a signature was duly obtained. I still have that ticket somewhere. It's a treasured possession. I feel a bit sorry for the bloke as he can't even walk down a street in Glasgow without being annoyed by a bunch of spotty students.
I really enjoyed the Made In Scotland documentaries that have been on over the past couple of weeks. I've got a pile of his old vinyl LPs from the seventies and a few of his DVDs somewhere. He's an inspiring guy.
I saw him live again at the Armadillo a few years back. He was excellent again. We are lucky to have lived at the same time as him.
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