“Also around this time, in 1988, I make a trip back to Wales and land up in the Treforest Arms with Dai Perry, drinking and winding back the years. On the pub jukebox are both ‘A Boy from Nowhere’ and ‘Kiss,’ my two recent singles, both of which get a bit of a spinning, in honor of the fact that I’m here in the pub. And when ‘A Boy from Nowhere,’ the big ballad, goes on, the older crowd in the pub starts calling out to me, ‘Oh, yes. That’s you, Tommy, that is. That’s what you do best.’ And when ‘Kiss’ goes on, the younger crowd say, ‘No, this is you, Tommy. This is where you need to be.’ And time falls away, and it might as well be nearly thirty years ago, with the workingmen’s club crowd over here, and the YMCA kids over there, and me in the middle, looking from one to the other and trying to work out a way to please both” (348).