First of all, I'm going to have a little moan.
Sometimes, before reading a book, I will look through a few reviews, mainly to get an overall opinion. It annoys me to the core when, after reading a few reviews of said autobiography, how many people complain that the star/comedian/actor (delete as appropriate), 'name-dropped' too many times. Well of course they name-dropped. Famous people will hang about with other famous people, just as you will hang about with the people that you have things in common with or work with. If you don't like name-droppers don't read autobiographies! (10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1...and breathe).
Billy Connolly is my favourite comedian. Above. All. Others.
In fact, I grew up with him. Not in the literal sense, you understand, but I remember being very small, in the back of my parent's car and excitedly asking if we could listen to him on the 8-track. My father used to look at me through the rear-view mirror and say 'Aye, OK, but don't tell your mother', at which point my mum would look at him from the passenger seat and shake her head in bemusement. We would all then listen intently and laugh until we cried or my dad swerved the car from laughing so hard. That was scary.
To be honest, Billy and my dad have a lot in common. Dad was only 5 years older, they were both from the Glasgow area of Scotland (my dad was born near Hamilton, about 16 miles from Glasgow), and they both started their careers as welders. So you can understand why I like the guy so much. His comedy is very close to my heart. He's a bit like Peter Kay in that respect. His comedy is about real-life situations that we've all been through or things our relatives, particularly our mums and dads have said to us when we were young. ("You'll be laughing on the other side of your face in a minute" or "If you fall off that wall and break your legs, don't come running to me"). So, after seeing this book over many years and not knowing why I hadn't read it sooner, I delved in.
Overall, I liked it. Pamela Stephenson, Billy's wife and biographer, tells the story of the 'Big Yin' (Scottish for the 'Big One'), from his childhood up to 2001, when the book was published. It is a lovely book and as I was brought up in Aberdeenshire, Scotland a lot that was written rang true for me too.
There was one occasion, however, that consisted of maybe three or four pages telling the story of how Pamela grew up and I felt that a little narcissistic. After all, this was a book about Billy Connolly, not Pamela Stephenson. It didn't detract from the story too much though and I wasn't niggled that much. Of course, there were the usual hilarious moments and I found myself laughing out loud, much to the fright of the cat who wondered what the crazy human was doing curled up on the floor.
It isn't going to be everyone's cup of tea, especially if you don't relate to Billy but it is worth a read and you will laugh.