Loiterer About Town: Tom Jones at the Warfield
The minute I booked my Tom Jones tickets, I started worrying about panties. Should I bring them? Is it gross? If I do bring...
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missy said:
March 26, 2009 9:39 AM
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I saw Tom about 15 years ago in Portland. He was amazing..although he tried to do the disco splits and couldn't quite get down.
I too, was surprised at how deathly serious the women in the audience were. Like he was going to pick up a pair of panties and try them on all the women there, like Cinderella's slipper, to find his true love...an aging school secretary from Des Moines..and whisk her off to a life of cocktail parties and private jets.
Poor things.
Frank said:
March 26, 2009 1:22 PM
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Very funny!
I feel kind of sorry for Tom in a way. It too bad for him that this has become "his thing". It's like that Aunt that has nothing but Pig things around the house because they made the mistake of telling some one in the family once in their life that they kind of like Pigs, and now it's the go to gift for the rest of their lives; pig oven mitts, pig slippers, ceramic pigs, etc. Poor Tom is doomed to a life of underwear related praise until he dies.