I now understand Tom Jones

I remember as a kid there was a Saturday morning cartoon "Fog Horn Leg Horn" a rooster that was trying to teach stuff to a kid rooster in training, "I say I say I say comhere boy." One such cartoon was about the rock-star/Elvis rooster that had all the hens in the yard fainting and clucking while he played his guitar and sang. I wouldn't say that any of the women in the pub Sunday afternoon were fainting but there was a group of 15 or so "happy" women who one by one began removing their bras and throwing them on the stage one of which may or may not have ended up on James' head while we were playing and stayed there. Alas I have no photographic evidence to prove the hormonal shenanigans that we were the recipients however multi-generational it ended up being. Suffice it to say Tom Jones makes a lot more sense now that I have passed this test of sorts.