Was in Glasgow today and as I was making my way out of a record store/bar/cafe, I spotted a fellow staring into space near the door, with his upturned bunnet lying next to him on the chair like a busker or beggar. Ever-ready with a friendly, jovial quip to lighten the load of world-weary travellers in this crazy journey called life, I was going to say "I was just about to throw some money into your bunnet" when I recognized that it was heavily bearded Scots comedian FRANKIE BOYLE. I didn't let it deter me from delivering my remark as I passed, but no tolerant titter or amiable answer (like "Go right ahead, pal - I never knock back money!") was forth-coming, just a brief, expressionless glance in my direction.
It's said that many famous comedians are rather dour in their demeanour when not performing, or without the benefit of their writers to supply witty one-liners, but I thought Fearless Frankie would've been more ready to indulge in a bit of boisterous banter with a passing pedestrian. If he had, then I might've had a more interesting (and funnier) anecdote with which to regale you, rather than this rather empty exercise in name-dropping.
Blame Frankie Boyle for that, not me! Now, did I ever tell you about the time I met RIKKI FULTON?
