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Overview (4)

Date of Birth 24 November 1942Anderston, Glasgow, Scotland, UK
Birth NameWilliam Connolly
Nickname The Big Yin
Height 6' (1.83 m)

Mini Bio (1)

Billy Connolly was born and raised in Glasgow, Scotland. He left school to work in the shipyards becoming a welder and joined the Territorial Army (in the parachute regiment) at around the same time. He developed an interest in folk music, eventually becoming an accomplished banjo player and a member of the band Humblebums with Gerry Rafferty (later of Baker Street fame). The jokes he told between songs eventually took over his act and he became a full-time comedian. Already a big star in Scotland, he became a household name in the UK after appearing on Parkinson (1971) in the early seventies. Billy has released many recordings and videos of his concert performances over the years. He has expanded his repertoire to include acting, appearing in a number of television dramas and films, most recently in the USA. In the 90s he made two documentary series for the BBC, about Scotland and Australia respectively, and in 1997 he starred in the award winning film Mrs Brown (1997). He is one of the UK's top comedian.

- IMDb Mini Biography By: Anonymous

Spouse (2)

Pamela Stephenson (20 December 1989 - present) (3 children)
Iris Pressagh (27 June 1969 - 1 August 1985) (divorced) (2 children)

Trade Mark (6)

Beard
Tangential storytelling in stand-up comedy performances, often featuring multilayered digressions from original story.
Banjo playing
Use of bad language in his stand-up routines
Long hair
Scottish accent

Trivia (11)

Known for his long, messy hair, goatee and lots of bad language in his stand-up show.
American audiences are generally unfamiliar with Connolly's musical accomplishments, since he all but eliminated the songs from his act before he became popular in North America. An exception to this were his guest appearances on Pearl (1996) in which he sang one of his old songs, "I Wish I Was in Glasgow", in a duet with Malcolm McDowell.
Three Daughters with Pamela Stephenson: Daisy (born 31 December 1983), Amy (born 7 July 1986) and Scarlett (born 28 July 1988). Two children with his previous wife, Iris Pressagh: Son Jamie (born 1969) and Daughter Cara (born 1973).
Married Pamela Stephenson in Fiji on 20 December 1989.
July 2001: Received an honorary doctorate from the University of Glasgow.
He was awarded the CBE (Commander of the Order of the British Empire) in the 2003 Queen's Birthday Honours List for his services to Entertainment.
He is a long time supporter of Glasgow Celtic Football Club.
He is a former reserve soldier in Britain's elite parachute regiment, serving with 15 Para (now a disbanded battalion).
In September 2005, he announced that he is returning to live in his native Scotland, after residing in the United States for some years.
Diagnosed with early-stage prostate cancer and Parkinson's Disease [September 16, 2013].
Fulham, London, England [May 2009]

Personal Quotes (20)

I'm now a Doctor of Letters. Most of them Fs and Bs.
Life for me is great. I'm a very f***in' wealthy person, I'm married to a very beautiful woman and I get laid with monotonous regularity.
I think my securities far outweigh my insecurities. I am not nearly as afraid of myself and my imagination as I used to be.
In Scotland, there is no such thing as bad weather - only the wrong clothes.
Before you judge a man, walk a mile in his shoes. After that who cares?... He's a mile away and you've got his shoes!
There are two seasons in Scotland - Winter and July.
It's very awkward to be kind of big in your own field. It limits what you're offered. People are swayed by the fact that you're a comedian or a musician or whatever they think you are. When it comes to choosing you, they get a bit shaky about offering you a different type of role. But I've really been very lucky. When you compare me to other comedians, I've been very fortunate. So you'll get no complaints.
I'd never consciously left home to see a zombie movie. They were fine by me, but I had no intention of ever being in one. But I've been learning more about it as I've been doing interviews. I didn't even know there were specialist zombie magazines and clubs. I heard the other day that a radio station had asked people if they'd made preparations for an attack by zombies, and a staggering number of people replied yes!
I set out to be a cross between Lenny Bruce and Robert the Bruce -- my main thrust was the body and its functions and malfunctions -- the absurdity of the thing.
Without arts programmes there's only reality TV, and reality TV needs the arts to show it what reality is.
Gerry Rafferty was a hugely talented songwriter and singer who will be greatly missed. I was privileged to have spent my formative years working with Gerry and there remained a strong bond of friendship between us that lasted until his untimely death. Gerry had extraordinary gifts and his premature passing deprives the world of a true genius.
There comes a point when you don't give a shit what anybody thinks. It doesn't happen all at once, but it's lovely when it does. Criticism used to worry me before, but I can suddenly write it off. It's too late. I don't have the time to spend thinking about it anymore. I need that time to live with.
I fucking hate going on holiday anywhere but in my own home. My idea of a nice break is lying in bed being brought cups of tea while watching football, episodes of Law & Order (1990) or one of those reality shows set in a prison. And it fucking terrifies me to be somewhere where Pamela Stephenson's going to be lurking about waiting to guilt-trip me into going on a walk to Japanese gardens, sampling vanilla tea or trying to stay upright on a contraption that doesn't know if it's a kite or a surfboard. Wild horses couldn't persuade me. If she'd had her way, we'd start the day with an hour of power yoga on the shore, followed by a gluten-free breakfast, a scuba dive to see enormous, bitey things, then a tanning session on the beach where the combination of sunscreen and sand turns you into a giant schnitzel. After lunch there'd be kayaking to a deserted island, then a candlelit dinner in some exotic outdoor location where small bitey things make you even more miserable than the big ones.
Jazz makes me want to vomit!
I fucking hate sand.
I've had it with terrorists of all colors and fucking descriptions. Fucking bringing terror to some innocent person's life. Fuck you. Osama Bin Laden lives in a cave, shits in a fucking bucket. Why are we scared of this prick? Fuck you, Bin Laden!
I don't want to influence anybody so I shut up. I think the Scots will come to a good conclusion in the referendum. They'll get what they deserve.
[on the death of Robin Williams] Robin was 'on' all the time. He was a joy to be around, let me tell you. In all the years I knew him I never got tired of him. He was a one-off, so warm, so human. In my quieter moments I do sometimes think I could have done more to help him. It's a lonely life, show business. You spend a lot of time on your own, and if you dwell on these things you can hurt yourself, as Robin proved.
The future doesn't exist and neither does the past. Worrying about it is a waste of time and effort.
[on his belief that Robin Williams was trying to say goodbye when they last spoke] On the last phone call he said, 'I love you like a brother' and I said, 'I know you do' and he said, 'Are you sure you know?' and I said, 'Yes'. Robin worried about everything.

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