Nothing new on the Tomasz front on the airwaves for a while. So I've delved through the archives, found this clip of Tomasz cutely describing a cool night {i}...
His prolonged disappearence is even more unsettling and mysterious than Ashes To Ashes. If you want my theory: The disfigured policeman is actually Gene Hunt, '1983' is limbo and all its habitants are dead in the 'real world'. The Hunt we know represents 'life/salvation', Keats is 'death/damnation'.
As I type, an update on The Schaf! Or more accurately Tomasz has updated his site, a cracking new photo of him on the homepage. Feast you eyes on his. I lost ten minutes doing so.
Plus a message on Fbk from His Loveliness: "Hello all, I have been doing other things recently but back on screen next week. See you then! PS: My website has been refreshed (again), new stuff on the way!"
I imagine he's been busy preparing for his sundry bike-rides. Tomasz donning lycra and training hard-- makes me want to challenge myself {ii}
{i} What's that Skippy? "I'm starting to scrape the barrel now"?
{ii} Remember to donate for Tomasz's bike-ride from London to Paris. I would like to donate more, but my finances are tighter than a Freemason's handshake.
http://www.action.org.uk/sponsor/schafernaker
