Sunday, January 21, 2007

Thirsty work

Scotland on Sunday

By Jackie McGlone

NEVER trust a man, who, when alone in a room with a tea cosy, doesn't try it on his head. This is the code by which Billy Connolly has lived his life, which explains why the madcap funny man is enthroned, like the national treasure he is, in the garden of his Candacraig country seat, crowned with a tea cosy and hugging an exuberant silver teapot on wheels.
It's a deliciously witty, surreal image, typical of a chap who drinks several cups of tea a day and enjoys them immensely, despite tea being only his second favourite drink. It's no surprise that the Big Yin's first choice would be alcohol, but unfortunately he's no longer allowed that, since he freely admits that he drank his share all at once, "Not knowing it was supposed to last me a lifetime." Connolly's ideal companion for a cuppa would be God. Should the Almighty be otherwise engaged, he would like to ask Keith Richards or Nelson Mandela round to his Aberdeenshire estate.

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