Happy Belated Birthday to Bill 'Mother F*cking' Murray

It was Bill 'Mother F*cking' Murray's 60th birthday yesterday and I cannot believe I have let this slide! I should have been playing endless re-runs of 'What About Bob?' and lighting a candle at my Phil Connors shrine (this is almost true). I love Bill Murray, I even bought his book, A Cinderella Story, only to suffer endless anecdotes about golf. I don't do that for just anyone. 

It was only a short time ago that Bill was driving a golf cart (naturally) like a lunatic while pissed out of his head in Sweden. Then he was brawling in the street with members of the public and jumping across tables to attack photographers. Court papers from his divorce battle with second wife Jennifer Butler allege (I will say that a lot - I really don't have the money!) that he is a massive stoner, serial cheater and emotionally abusive. At first it was like hearing that Morgan Freeman was sleeping with his (step) Granddaughter. You want to scrub your ears out with carbolic soap and watch endless videos of fluffy kittens. But you know what, Bill Murray could behave like a bigger prick than Mel Gibson and everyone would still love him. And you'd be disappointed if he wasn't a stoner - have you seen Caddyshack?


In the meantime, check out this excerpt from Coffee and Cigarettes. If Bill Murray smokes it must be cool. 


 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6EZkIaJcCI&feature=related

All hail Bill and here's hoping you bring a little more crazy to 2010!