Back down to the Big Swampy to see Tom Jones play the HOB, with my dear friend and one-time drummer the fabulous Herman Matthews
(pics to come..HERMAN????)
I can't remember the last time I saw so many large pairs of knickers hurled on stage, or when I smiled so much at the pure joy, killer talent and tongue-in-cheekness of this amazing performer. Mr Jones you still rock better than most, and fill the room with the delight, gratitude and happiness you so obviously feel when you're singing....now that's for me!
So till the better shots come, check out this lousy one, for the deluge of underwear around TJ's feet ( they look like white cow pats)...fab stuff.

Would you see 2 gay guys, dressed as cowboys, walking their Shetland ponies down the grassy Median.
"Yes", they said when asked, "these are like big dogs, and sometimes we take them to restaurants with us..they're our babies"
God I love this place
J x

Celebrate getting us damn Brits out of the picture..who needs bad teeth and chinless monarchs anyway?
And just to show you that I bear no grudge, here's my girl Doris, snuggling up to her 4th of July squeeky toy.
J x