I became a welder. I was actually becoming an Engineer and I joined the wrong queue. And so I became a welder, without knowing what a welder was.
BILLY CONNOLLYBehind the proscenium arch, you can’t always hear what people in the audience are saying.
More Billy Connolly Quotes
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I’m a citizen of the world. I like it that way. The world’s a wonderful. I just think that some people are pretty badly represented. But when you speak to the people themselves they’re delightful. They all want so little.
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I decided to stop drinking while it was still my idea.
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Now, the country is in a terrible state, and you’ve blamed it on a number of things: Unemployment rate, the value of the pound and all that… wrll, it’s because the national anthem is boring.
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Don’t work out, work in.
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I was brought up as a Catholic. I’ve got A-level guilt.
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My advice to you, if you want to lose a bit of weight: don’t eat anything that comes in a bucket. Buckets are the kitchen utensils of the farmyard.
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So, have you heard about the oyster who went to a disco and pulled a mussel?
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The strangest thing is at tea breaks, or coffee breaks or lunch, you forget you’re a zombie. And you’re talking about politics to somebody at the table and you forget that you have a bullet hole in your forehead.
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If you haven’t heard a good rumour by 11:00am, start one.
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Learn to feel sorry for music because, although it is the international language, it has no swear words.
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[To audience members who were arriving late] You haven’t missed a thing, I was just killing time ’til you got here.
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Don’t tell me how to do my job. I don’t come to your workplace and tell you how to sweep up.
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I hate all those weathermen, too, who tell you that rain is bad weather. There’s no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothing.
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I’m not going to throw away the hand of friendship to suit 100 Trotskyites in Glasgow.
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Oh aye…my Father would thrash me every now and then. He’d talk while he did it too! He’d hit me and shout, ‘Have ye had enough?’ Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? ‘Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???’
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