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Mum got in to a habit of buying tickets for dad, myself and my brothers a few times - think the last time I saw him was the Beck in Hayes.
Like Billy Connolly cheeks were aching at the end of the night. Doesn't pretend to be high brow, but for men of a certain age that humour of his still hits the spot albeit largely un-PC I suspect.
Train don't stop Cambourne Wednesdays! - Heard it a 100 times but it is just his delivery. My own party piece after a few is doing his gag about finding his next door neighbour giving his wife the portion one lunchtime when he came home and what he then did to the neighbour - classic.
Mum got in to a habit of buying tickets for dad, myself and my brothers a few times - think the last time I saw him was the Beck in Hayes.
Like Billy Connolly cheeks were aching at the end of the night. Doesn't pretend to be high brow, but for men of a certain age that humour of his still hits the spot albeit largely un-PC I suspect.
Train don't stop Cambourne Wednesdays! - Heard it a 100 times but it is just his delivery. My own party piece after a few is doing his gag about finding his next door neighbour giving his wife the portion one lunchtime when he came home and what he then did to the neighbour - classic.
Mum got in to a habit of buying tickets for dad, myself and my brothers a few times - think the last time I saw him was the Beck in Hayes.
Like Billy Connolly cheeks were aching at the end of the night. Doesn't pretend to be high brow, but for men of a certain age that humour of his still hits the spot albeit largely un-PC I suspect.
Train don't stop Cambourne Wednesdays! - Heard it a 100 times but it is just his delivery. My own party piece after a few is doing his gag about finding his next door neighbour giving his wife the portion one lunchtime when he came home and what he then did to the neighbour - classic.
I was there for that. A very funny, gentle man, not afraid of being non - pc.
Mum got in to a habit of buying tickets for dad, myself and my brothers a few times - think the last time I saw him was the Beck in Hayes.
Like Billy Connolly cheeks were aching at the end of the night. Doesn't pretend to be high brow, but for men of a certain age that humour of his still hits the spot albeit largely un-PC I suspect.
Train don't stop Cambourne Wednesdays! - Heard it a 100 times but it is just his delivery. My own party piece after a few is doing his gag about finding his next door neighbour giving his wife the portion one lunchtime when he came home and what he then did to the neighbour - classic.
Billy Connolly 'jumped the shark', for me in the early 90's. Before that, I'd really enjoyed his material, particularly the monologue type meanderings about Glasgow or its citizens therein. Up to that point I'd seen him in a number of countries, and he was always hysterical, though one night in New Jersey springs to mind when a few of his expat mates advised him to drop the playing to American act, which he did, pronto. But it was the noticeable rise in the F word that really got me, when the materials sparse, start swearing to cover the gaps.
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