A few years ago me, t' missus and another couple were on a five day tour of Ireland with our last night being at the very good 5* Ballnahinch Castle Hotel in Donegal.
We were in the bar (there's a shock) studying dinner menus and who should pop his head round the door but Billy Connelly. I was facing the door and only I saw him - the others didn't believe the Baggieman thinking I was kidding them.
Anyway, went in for dinner and Billy and a young girl who turned out to be his daughter from his first marriage, followed us into the restaurant and they sat at next table. It was one of those hotels where you take coffee etc in one of the lounges so we got up from the table voicing the usual "Good evening" pleasantries and t' missus hesitated which lounge we should go in. Billy and daughter having finished their meal at same time passed us in the corridor to a small lounge and Billy came out saying "Come in here, it's empty"
We ended up spending the whole evening with them with him telling us his life story and heritage which was Irish. He was brilliant company and you might not believe this but, he never swore once apart from telling us about his broken down lawnmower which he said "the f***ing fuckers f***ing fucked!" which, grammatically speaking, was perfectly correct!
Billy, being an alcoholic wouldn't have a drink on us but we smoked a fine cigar together. A top quality man and so sad to see him now with a form of Parkinson's. His downside was although he is a footy fan, he doesn't support the Mighty Baggies upon which, I called him a Jock twat !
We were in the bar (there's a shock) studying dinner menus and who should pop his head round the door but Billy Connelly. I was facing the door and only I saw him - the others didn't believe the Baggieman thinking I was kidding them.
Anyway, went in for dinner and Billy and a young girl who turned out to be his daughter from his first marriage, followed us into the restaurant and they sat at next table. It was one of those hotels where you take coffee etc in one of the lounges so we got up from the table voicing the usual "Good evening" pleasantries and t' missus hesitated which lounge we should go in. Billy and daughter having finished their meal at same time passed us in the corridor to a small lounge and Billy came out saying "Come in here, it's empty"
We ended up spending the whole evening with them with him telling us his life story and heritage which was Irish. He was brilliant company and you might not believe this but, he never swore once apart from telling us about his broken down lawnmower which he said "the f***ing fuckers f***ing fucked!" which, grammatically speaking, was perfectly correct!
Billy, being an alcoholic wouldn't have a drink on us but we smoked a fine cigar together. A top quality man and so sad to see him now with a form of Parkinson's. His downside was although he is a footy fan, he doesn't support the Mighty Baggies upon which, I called him a Jock twat !