Note: The Music Industry Trusts Award (MITA), presented last year to Sir Tom Jones, will be given this year to Jools Holland. Of course, non-Brits know him mostly for his work with Tom. He is a worthy recipient of the 20th anniversary presentation and TJI congratulates him.
‘We’ve done the telly – so now where are we going, son?’ asked Sir Tom Jones…
Daily Mail | Last updated at 10:01 PM on 25th June 2011
“Where are we going after we’ve done the telly then, son?’ Sir Tom Jones asked me with a beguiling grin after doing Radio 2 and The One Show with me on the same day.
I’ve been in this situation before. You’re delighted that a legendary night out is in the offing. But the euphoria is tempered with the panic of having to deliver. To beer and beyond, I decided, but not before enlisting the help of my local Taffia: three man-mountains from Tom’s homeland to help him relax and provide a mobile human fortress for our special production of A Knight On The Town.
Morgs, Adler and Miami Morgs (all over 6ft 5in, one usually lives in Miami – guess which one) rendezvoused with us at my favourite London pub, the Nag’s Head in Belgravia, then went on to my favourite Eighties-style wine bar around the corner for a bottle or seven of Tom Perignon, as my preferred vin fizz will be referred to now and forever more.
The Welsh Mountains couldn’t believe their luck. Other than anyone who’s ever played rugby for Wales at any level, Tom is their absolute hero. He regaled us with tales, from humble beginnings in the working men’s clubs to gems such as ‘and then there was the time I went to buy Dean Martin’s house from him’.
Then, who should walk into this spookily quiet bar but survival expert Bear Grylls and his good friend Roger Federer. Yes, that one. These things often happen to me. I don’t know why. I have long since learnt not to question them and roll with them instead.
Bear and I share the same agent so introductions were soon forthcoming.
‘This is my friend Chris,’ announced Bear to Roger.
‘This is my friend Tom,’ I replied in our unofficial game of Legend Top Trumps.
The Taffia were agog. Bear was agog. I was agog. Roger and Tom were unagog, because they are superstar super-cool. We watched them deftly exchange superstar chit-chat until Bear and The Fed convened to a quiet corner for a quick bite.
Later, Roger came up to me and held out his hand.
‘Very nice place you have here,’ he said in congratulatory tones.
The Fed thought this was my joint? ‘Thank you very much,’ I replied. ‘Please come again.’
The second the door closed, gales of Welsh laughter shook the bar.
‘Oh, I see, you’re the guv’nor!’ roared Tom.
‘Kept that quiet, didn’t you! Looks like we won’t be getting a bill tonight lads!’
From the corner of my eye I saw our barman gleefully unbuckle a magnum of Tom.