One of the most interesting characters that I have come to love is BBC’s Sherlock Holmes in the self titled series. Any time that I happen to visit any of the fictitious blogs, I become happy. My favourite two paragraphs from a fictitious blog post owned by another character, John Watson (http://www.johnwatsonblog.co.uk//blog/07february) is below.
When I first met Sherlock, he told me my life story. He could tell so much about me from my limp, my tan and my mobile phone. And that’s the thing with him. It’s no use trying to hide what you are because Sherlock sees right through everyone and everything in seconds. What’s incredible, though, is how spectacularly ignorant he is about some things.
This morning, for example, he asked me who the Prime Minister was. Last week he seemed to genuinely not know the Earth goes round the Sun. Seriously. He didn’t know. He didn’t think the Sun went round the Earth or anything. He just didn’t care. I still can’t quite believe it. In so many ways, he’s the cleverest person I’ve ever met but there are these blank spots that are almost terrifying. At least I’ve got used to him now. Well, I say that, I suspect I’ll never really get used to him. It’s just, on that first night, I literally had no idea of what was to come. I mean, how could I?