It's always a treat to see Billy Connolly. Diehard fans know they're going to laugh, pretty much solidly for three hours, and although there will be familiar signposts - Glasgow boyhood (this time it prompted a fart joke), apprenticeship in the shipyards (a haemorrhoids joke), his family (old age jokes) - you never quite know where you're going with his rambling elliptical stories. Sometimes he'll digress so thoroughly that when he cries 'so where was I then?' you think for a moment he's forgotten the starting point. But of course he hasn't - he always manages to steer his apparently ramshackle comic vehicle back on track and round to the starting point again. 'You should see the inside of my head,' he says. 'It's like a fairground.'
Saturday's show was well up to his usual standards of bad language, lavatory humour, irreverence and his genius for making everyday incidents riotously funny. At 61 he dwells often and hilariously on getting old: but then does a very impressive moonwalk that he says took him three months to learn.
