The writing of 'Behind The Smile' was not achieved quickly. In fact, it took six years, but the research was even more protracted. That took Mr. Jones 45 years. 'Behind The Smile' will be seen by many as relating only to Thailand, but that is not the case, he maintains.

Mr. Jones was born in Barry, South Wales, but did not see the rough side of town, although many would have thought that where he came from, the Colcot ('working side', as the taxi drivers called it} was pretty bad. His parents gave him and his four brothers a good life, but really, he says, he should only speak for himself and so will do so from here on.

Mr. Jones says that his type of brain made learning and passing exams quite easy. He had also been brought up to be polite, so, except for a resistance to authority, he got on well at school. He recalls that he never had time to see what was later described to him as the 'seamier side' of life.

One evening, after school, when he was about 17 years old, he went with the school rugby team to a couple of bars in town, his first pub crawl. It was St. David's Day and they sang at least one song in each bar in that pre-jukebox era. He say: "We sang all night, which in those days was until 10:30 and I was introduced to some appreciative ladies - young and not so young - who were described as 'working girls'.

"I knew the expression, of course," he says, "but it was the first time, I had ever met any. They did not seem as, as ...., 'bad' (I suppose) as I had been led to believe by jokes, the TV and general gossip. In fact, I was quite fascinated by them.

"I had never seen such women before. They joined in, they danced, they'd be rude and they would just act as if there were no-one (maybe no men) watching them. I was taken with them, although not literally."

A few years later Owen moved to Portsmouth, which in the Seventies had 20,000 sailors and 20,000 students, but was / is actually a garrison town. In those days, most of that number would have been men but, he says that there were plenty of women about too. However, being 'still a swot, well, a little bit less so by then', he did not get involved until he took a part-time job in the Wiltshire Lamb near the Students' Union.

The landlord's name was 'Sweeney' Todd. He had just retired as a Master at Arms after a lifetime in the Royal Navy. Owen says that he earned and learned more after shifts that he should have. There were many working girls in the Lamb, especially after hours.

From Portsmouth he moved to Den Bosch in the Netherlands and there was a real Red Light District in the town. He says with a look of mock regret on his face that he 'had' to walk through it every night to get home from the pub and many times he would stop to chat with the girls. "They often asked me to get them a kebab or some chips at two o'clock in the morning while they desperately hung on for the off-chance of a punter."

Owen got to know many of the girls well, but not physically. "We often used to play darts on their nights off. Darts being the 'in thing' in the Netherlands in the Seventies and it was quite chic to be taught by a Brit."

Twenty-odd years later, Owen ended up in Pattaya and immediately got on with the girls in the bars. In explanation, Owen says: "What I have written in this book, Behind The Smile, is not autobiographical and nor does it relate to any specific people or bar that I know, but I have heard more than 75% of those tales from the girls themselves and I am forever grateful that they could see the friendliness in me to trust me enough to relate them."

'Behind The Smile' is the moving story of Lek, a bar girl in Pattaya, Thailand. She had gone there from her small village in the northern rice belt of Thailand to earn better money to help her family pay off a loan. However, she got caught up in the sex-tourism industry.

This book tells, from her own point of view, how it came about, of some of her exploits and modi operandi and how she tried to get out of the industry again for ten long years before her young daughter realised what she was actualy doing to keep a roof over their heads.