Date Of Birth: 24/11/1942
Born in a poor tenement block, Connolly was abandoned by his mother, Mamie, at the age of three and brought up by his aunt, Mona, who used to beat him, and his father, William, who sexually abused him - a background explored in his 2001 biography Billy.
As a teenager, he joined the Clyde shipyards, where he served his apprenticeship as a welder. While working there, he bought a banjo for £2 10s after seeing blues singer Pete Seger on the TV, and started performing on Scotland's folk circuit as part of a band called the Humblebums, which counted Gerry Rafferty among its members.
While performing, Connolly noticed that audiences warmed to the banter between his songs, which built up his confidence. In 1970, the band split up and he started performing solo.
Also during his time at the shipyards, he met his first wife, Iris, with whom he had a son and a daughter.
His big break was on the Parkinson show in 1975, which made him a star and led to his first UK tour: The Big Wee Tour.
He spent many years on the road, the lifestyle taking its toll, and he became a heavy drinker, until he gave up alcohol in 1986.
His reputation grew and grew, and he eventually moved to California to try to break into the US, with varying degrees of success.
In 1989, he married Pamela Stephenson, who he met while recording a sketch for Not The Nine O'Clock News.
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Billy Connolly: High Horse
'I'll tell you about my medical issues,' Billy Connolly offers about 15 minutes into his High Horse show. 'It'll save you searching for the symptoms.'
We already know about his Parkinson's, of course, and his prostate cancer, now gone, oh and the fading memory. He's in the papers more these days for his health woes than his comedy. But hearing of his humiliations first-hand, from a master storyteller long primed to find amusement in the ridiculousness of the human body's failings, is a whole different matter.
Physically, he's noticeably frailer; his performance virtually static now he's 73. Gone are the extravagant throws of his luxuriant hair and grand gestures that spawned a hundred impersonations. He tells us he doesn't shake much; and only once does he noticeably lose the thread of a two-hour monologue which loops and twirls as ever it did. You'd forgive a man half his age such a memory lapse.
But ailments aside, his stand-up is in fine fettle, as effortlessly funny, playful, anti-conventional as ever.
Mischief, as ever, is the order of the day. He starts by recalling inventive pranks pulled by a friend from back in the time when he used to stay in youth hostels. Days that are long past, of course, but Connolly has always been able to paint a vivid portrait of his past as a jobbing musician. He may romanticise such stories from the road and the saloon room – would he really trade his millions to be a struggling pub banjo player? – but such imagery is as effective as it is evocative.
Connolly absorbs stories other people tell him like a sponge, while also attracting first-hand incidents ripe for the retelling. Even a simple drive from his old Aberdeenshire mansion to Glasgow takes a turn to the absurd; immeasurably heightened by the way he tells it. He can make a sneeze hilarious, and does, while retaining the easy conversational delivery that makes you think he's like this every waking hour. 'Did I ever tell you about the dead guy?' he asks us at one point, treating the audience like a familiar drinking buddy.
Long-standing Connolly themes are present and correct: iconoclasm takes in some Scottish folk heroes, in a historical section like David Starkey never told it; anti-authoritarianism in his disdain for health Nazis; and an occasional dark streak. Some animals were harmed in the making of this stand-up, and the casual brutality with which he describes it is hilarious.
We have, too, a couple of heckler stories inspired by a Radio 4 programme - behold the listening choices of a man once so anti-establishment. But he loves the passion of an expert almost as much as he loves sniggering at a rude name, the septuagenarian schoolboy that he is.
Age and decay are certainly an occasional undercurrent. He brilliantly envisages his own dotage, languishing in an old folks' home, and the rapture with which the Hammersmith Apollo audience both greets him and sends him on his his way is surely designed to let him know how much we've appreciated his entire career, the day after another pop culture phenomenon died.
But Connolly's far from ready to meet the Big Yin in the sky yet; his powers of comedy are undimmed. His prime is lasting a hell of a long time.
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Best Of... DVDBilly Connolly's Route 66 Billy Connolly Live in London 2010 Billy Connolly Live - Was It Something I Said? Billy Connolly Live In New York
From his Too Old To Die Young tour in 2005An Audience With Billy Connolly
TV specialBilly Connolly: Two Night Stand
Recorded during his 1997 tourBilly Connolly Live: The Greatest Hits
Best of DVDBilly Connolly Live 2002
Mainly recorded in DublinBilly Bites Yer Bum Live / Hand Picked By Billy
Double disc of 1981 and 1982 tours