In my fantasy of the Rambling Man who is something of a hobo, walking – or maybe jumping into the car of a moving train – is what he does. He slings his guitar or banjo over his shoulder and strides out along the road to the next town. There he plays a few songs at a local gig and meets a beautiful woman who feeds and shags him.

It’s a wonderful life, and a million miles better than sitting on your couch watching reality TV.

During his lifetime of global adventures, Sir Billy Connolly’s genuine curiosity and natural ability to connect with the people he meets on the road has made him a true ‘citizen of the world’.

A good trip, in my book, should be littered with little detours. Travelling from A to B is all very well, but you risk missing out on so much . . .

In RAMBLING MAN, Billy takes us with him on his incredible journeys criss-crossing the world.

But this is no conventional travel memoir. From Ireland to India, Australia to the Arctic, we join the Big Yin on an international voyage full of detours, digressions and the most eccentric of characters – all underscored by the chosen soundtrack of the ultimate ramblin’ man himself.