Friday, October 19, 2012
MY DEAR SHERLOCK...
You know that I love you. You are the best. The six episodes that we have had together have been magical and, honestly, there are few other shows that could take your place. That is what makes this letter so hard to write.
You see, my darling, I've been watching another show.
Yes. It's Elementary.
Look, Elementary is not you. It doesn't have the same style, nor half your intelligence. Nor does the actors have the same impact on me as yours do. In every way that matters, you are far superior. But... Elementary is there. It's there every thursday and it will be for the next four weeks and maybe another twenty after that. It's hard to say no to that kind of consistency.
I know it takes a lot of time and effort to make you as wonderful as you are. And I know that is difficult for you to do that right now, what with Benedict doing Star Trek, Martin doing The Hobbit and Mark Gatiss, playing Charles I at the Hampstead Theater until the end of November. I know it is just not possible for us to be together as much as I would like.
But it's not fair for you to expect me to wait. And Elementary, as pedestrian and run-of-the-mill as it is... well, it's on and you are not.
When you come back, you know I will drop everything in a heartbeat to be with you, Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Smith. You know that I will. Until then I'll have to be content with Johnny Lee Miller and put up with Lucy Liu.
Until the day you return to my screen,
I've been here and there. I've drawn a lot of pictures. I've written a bit, too. I'm not good at this self-promotion thing. Look, you want to know about me? just visit these websites. Okay?