Over the last year, I've redeveloped an interest in television. There are the programmes I became obsessed with for the escapism they offered,the programmes that I know I'll become obsessed with during the next plateau, and now there's this.
There were only three episodes of Sherlock in season one, which must surely be an English peculiarity. After all, it can go from sunshine to hail in the course of one morning (and what could be more bizarre than English weather, discuss); why shouldn't a season last under five hours? Having said that, it was all over too soon and I am very grateful it's been commissioned for a second season. Even if Benedict Cumberbatch's Sherlock does remind me of Simon Amstell. Who can ever have too much Simon Amstell?
I also quite like this fake blog, which the beeb seems to have set up. It features comments from the ancillary characters, which absolutely panders to the geek in me. Bring on the next season - it's got to be more intelligent than my other guilty pleasures!
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