Billy Connolly

There was a moment—around the time the Berlin Wall was still chucking chunks of concrete at history’s shins—when a Glasgow shipyard welder-turned-banjo-strumming-folk-singer strode onto a London stage and essentially annexed the English language for his own comic empire. Sir William Connolly, CBE, knight-errant of the one-liner and hair like a dandelion that’s seen things, was…