If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’. It honestly doesn’t matter if you are a new or long-time Sherlock fan, we would love to have you join us. This February we’re celebrating all thing Romance in Sherlock!
On 20th February we’ll watch ‘The Picture of Dorian Grey’ Staring Jeremy Brett. a BBC Play of the Month, from 1976.(Link)
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!)Click here to convert to your timezone. You do not need to have ever been to a watchalong before - anyone reading this can come along. If you wish to be tagged in these weekly reminders please private message me.
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If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’. It honestly doesn’t matter if you are a new or long-time Sherlock fan, we would love to have you join us! This January we’re celebrating the greatness of one of the best Sherlock’s ever - Jeremy Brett!
On 30th January we’ll watch Jeremy in ‘Number 10’an episode of a mini series about the inhabitants of 10 Downing street.- Jeremy plays ‘William Pitt the Younger - from 1983.(Link)
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!)Click here to convert to your timezone. You do not need to have ever been to a watchalong before - anyone reading this can come along. If you wish to be tagged in these weekly reminders please private message me.
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If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’. It honestly doesn’t matter if you are a new or long-time Sherlock fan, we would love to have you join us! This January we’re celebrating the greatness of one of the best Sherlock’s ever - Jeremy Brett!
On 23rd January we’ll watch Jeremy in ‘An Ideal Husband’ a BBC ‘Play of the Month’ drama from 1969.(Link)
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!)Click here to convert to your timezone. You do not need to have ever been to a watchalong before - anyone reading this can come along. If you wish to be tagged in these weekly reminders please private message me.
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If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’. It honestly doesn’t matter if you are a new or long-time Sherlock fan, we would love to have you join us! This January we’re celebrating the greatness of one of the best Sherlock’s ever - Jeremy Brett!
On 16th January we’ll watch Jeremy in ‘The Rivals’ a BBC ‘Play of the Month’ drama from 1970.(Link)
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!)Click here to convert to your timezone. You do not need to have ever been to a watchalong before - anyone reading this can come along. If you wish to be tagged in these weekly reminders please private message me.
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If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’.It honestly doesn’t matter if you are a new or long-time Sherlock fan, we would love to have you join us! This January we’re celebrating the greatness of one of the best Sherlock’s ever - Jeremy Brett!
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!) Click here to convert to your timezone. You do not need to have ever been to a watchalong before - anyone reading this can come along. If you wish to be tagged in these weekly reminders please private message me.
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If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’.It honestly doesn’t matter if you are a new or long-time Sherlock fan, we would love to have you join us! This January we’re celebrating the greatness of one of the best Sherlock’s ever - Jeremy Brett!
On 2nd January we’ll first listen to the radio play ‘New Years Eve off the Scilly Isles’ - as it is only a few days late!
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!) Click here to convert to your timezone. You do not need to have ever been to a watchalong before - anyone reading this can come along. If you wish to be tagged in these weekly reminders please private message me.
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The Granada promo photo shoots are like an article for middle aged married men, sharing their happiness. So, I…. Um….
Many years ago, a young doctor found himself alone in London, without kith nor kin to turn to in his disillusion and loneliness. A detective struggling to create his own private consulting practice found himself unable to afford lodgings in the City. A chance encounter, a few glossed over confessions, and a murder investigation later, saw the beginning of a devoted and loving ‘intimate companionship’ that has spanned decades.
I sat down with Mr Sherlock Holmes and his beloved Boswell, Dr John Watson in one of the Speaking Rooms at the club of Holmes’ brother. The Diogenes, with its silence and secrets allowed us the opportunity to speak frankly and openly with one another.
[Young love. Holmes and Watson shortly after they began sharing their rooms in Baker Street. Even while trying to keep their bond a secret, they were less than discreet.]
More than thirty years, including fifty-six short stories, and four novels. How can you explain the strength of your relationship?
Holmes gives a cheeky, sly smile, shared with his Watson. “He is nothing, if not eager. Enthusiastic. After all this time, he is still an excited boy when it comes to me and my skills.“
Eyeing his partner, Watson snickers. “You’re six years younger than I am, my dear.”
“In years, yes. In cynicism? Never.” He pats Watson’s knee, earning an eye roll.
[Hard At Work. Holmes and Watson: partners in every sense of the word.]
Do you find it difficult to separate the different halves of your life? Keeping servant and chronicler apart from partner and friend?
Holmes snorts and claps his hands together in his amusement. “When he takes up his pen, it as my other half, rather than my chronicler. It is what leads him to so greatly embellish my skills. He thinks he is doing me a service.“ he hums, squirming in his seat. Beside him, Watson gives me a long suffering look and raises his eyebrows towards Holmes, as if to say ‘You see what I live with?’
“He has always been like this.” Watson mutters. “The man positively wallows is false modesty.“ His voice is flat, but there is an obvious look of mirth about his eyes.
[Beekeeping In Sussex. Even in retirement, Holmes tries to keep his mind active.]
“We bought a small cottage with the fee Holmes charged for a case involving a-”
“Hush, Watson!“
“Ah, yes. I’m sorry. This case hasn’t been put into print yet. It’s not important. Allow me to simply say, we were financially secure for the first time in our lives. Holmes had given his life savings to a distant cousin of his, in order that he might purchase my practice.” The look Watson gives Holmes is half deep love, half annoyed resignation.
“You were trying to sell.” Holmes chimes in, lighting a cigarette. For the rest of our interview, he only inhales it once, but uses it the gesture wildly to make his points. “I thought it best to keep the practice in the family. And besides, since the money went to you in the first place, and I maintain your finances, it was little more than just taking it from one place to the other.“
“You just wanted me to move back home.”
“Yes.”
[Doctor, writer, soldier, surgeon. Watson is just as impressive as his more analytical companion. Here we find them in Watson’s consulting room.]
Was it ever intimidating, working along such a great mind?
Before Watson can even open his mouth, Holmes leaps in with a reply. “Yes, I did find it so, on occasion.“ This earns him a kiss on the temple, and an elbow in the ribs. At the same time. “When I first met Watson, I was little more than a boy. Still in my twenties, and rather embarrassingly innocent.” he continues, rubbing his side.
“You make me sound like some sort of deviant, Holmes. I was hardly older than you.”
“You thought I was a student.” The detective’s grey eyes twinkle as he laughs.
“I hadn’t learnt your methods yet. I found you in a school laboratory, mixing chemicals. What was I meant to think? I was soon corrected.”
“When I told you your own circumstances. Recently home from the war.” Holmes rests his hand on Watson’s knee.
“Friendless, and alone.” Watson murmurs, covering Holmes’ fingers with his own.
Seeming to remember my presence, both men clear their throats and shift in their seats.
“I’m sorry, what was the question?”
[Ever the show man, Holmes shamelessly flirts with our photographer. Watson is less than amused.]
"It took me several years, to be completely comfortable with Holmes. Comfortable enough to speak my mind about certain topics.“
Holmes nudges the doctor, and leans against him for a moment. “Watson is very much a proper gentleman. He is referring of course to my addiction. It had come between us for many years.” He links their fingers together, and I can see that he is squeezing hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
“But you’ve overcome it, my dear."
"With your assistance.” Holmes’ words are low and soothing, obviously trying to comfort Watson over a subject that still smarts him to this day. “Every day, Watson would do what he could to distract me from the black fits and boredom that threatened to drive me mad. Whether it was shuffling me about on walks through the Park, or evenings at the opera house, he staved off the need to poison myself.“
[Philosophy and agriculture. Watson lovingly maintains a garden, which provides Holmes’ bees with something to do.]
"Before, I had thought rusticating in the country would be a punishment. I’ve since learnt how wrong I was.” Watson grins. “The cottage is situated near the sea. Holmes goes swimming nearly every day. I, on the other hand, am lazy and old. I tend our garden, and write when I’m bored. Holmes hasn’t taken to retirement as easily as I have.“
"I believe I have been doing admirably.” Holmes puts in, waving his still smoldering cigarette near Watson’s face. The doctor doesn’t even flinch as it comes dangerously close to his eye.
“You’ve solved four murders, a kidnapping, and a case of mistaken identity.”
“That’s only been this month, though.”
[Looking ahead. Watson is still writing Holmes’ adventures, and Holmes is still amazed that Watson is by his side.]
So what’s next for you?
The pair share a speaking glance. It’s easy to read the exchange.
‘Would you care to?’
‘No, you can go ahead.’
‘Are you sure?’
It’s Watson who speaks first.
“I still have dozens of stories that have been unpublished, for safety reasons. I would like to put them into print. After that?” he looks over at his companion.
Holmes gives me a serene smile, his lashes coming down over his pale eyes almost coquettishly. "Bees, flowers, and honey.“
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In case you’re having a bad day or feeling a little under the weather, here’s some pics of Jeremy Brett with some doggies aka some of my absolute favorite photos of all time <3
Summary:Holmes and Watson meet as young adults and develop a relationship. However, the day comes for Watson to leave for war, and a painful goodbye plays out as he and Holmes part ways at the train station.
Pairing:Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson (Granada versions/acd canon)
Warnings: angst, fluff,
I’d expected the day to come, but the happiness I’d been basking in for the past ten months had made me desire it to take longer and longer until it wouldn’t come at all. After meeting him, time went by too fast for me to leave now. Far too fast.
Holmes walked beside me as we reached the train station, other gentleman dressed in similar attire as myself beginning to climb aboard the smoking train after saying their goodbyes to their own loved ones. I felt Holmes’ eyes upon me as he waited for me to abandon him, rip the bandaid off and hopefully make this moment less excruciating. Although, I believe it was easy to say that we both were aware that it would be just as torturous regardless of how fast or slow this went, or how much longer I’d get to be with him until I left for lord knows how long and returned after what will feel like a lifetime, if I’m lucky enough to return at all, that is.
I closed my eyes before turning to face Holmes who was now observing the train, seemingly admiring it. I sighed to try and buy some time to think of the right words to voice, with no avail.
“It won’t be forever, you know.”
I said as gently as I could, to which Holmes turned back to face me, his eyes leaving their blissful thinking state and returning to the sombre appearance they’d held from the moment I’d told him about what today meant whilst at breakfast. Of course, it didn’t take much for him to fill in the silence before I even got a word out to say what was to happen later. He simply looked at me and said, “What time?” His voice slower and heavier than I’d ever heard it to be. And now the moment had finally come.
“There’s no guarantee that you will be back, Watson, and as much as I appreciate your attempts to conceal the fact, I’m afraid it’s something I’ve tried to come to terms with myself.”
I’d felt a sting in my chest that got harsher with every word that escaped his mouth.
“Well, have you?” Asked I as I fought to keep my voice steady, although I’ve learned rather quickly that hiding anything from Holmes was always a losing game.
His eyes stared into mine like daggers, and his lips formed a small, painful smile.
“Not in the least.”
And with that, I could hold my emotions back no more. I lunged at him and buried him into my arms in an embrace, feeling his arms tighten around me as if his life depended on it, his breathing unsteady in my ear as he ran his nose slightly on my neck.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered in his ear. It was all I could think to say.
He let out a quick and soft laugh before placing a kiss on my jaw.
“Please, you mustn’t be anything of the sort. You’re the most admirable man I’ve ever gotten the absolute privilege to meet, to hold, to kiss.”
“You speak of me as if I’ve died.” I joked.
Holmes failed to laugh.
“I’m afraid that in this moment, there’s not a trace of certainty to ease my mind and promise me you won’t do so.”
I breathed in sharply before pulling him away from my neck and placing both my hands on his cheeks to face me.
“I won’t. God as my witness. I’ve got far too many beautiful things to come back for. You, my dear, are the face of them all.”
I slid my left hand off his cheek and onto his shoulder and let my right hand’s thumb caress and trace his cheekbone as I rest my forehead upon his, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath in an attempt to keep my composure.
Holmes slid his hand upon my wrist and gripped it hard enough to where I felt my blood circulation on that arm slow.
“Do not make promises you cannot keep, John. Not now.”
“I won’t if you promise me something in return.”
“Anything.”
“Please, stay off those dreaded poisons.”
Holmes looked down away from my eyes and onto the cement ground underneath us. I’d been dreading the thought of him turning to his substances and abusing his body and miraculous mind whilst I’m away. Seconds passed and he continued to avoid my gaze, without an answer slipping his lips, only increasing the fear building up in my chest more and more.
“Sherlock…”
He continued to avoid my gaze with a sharp exhale, until under a whisper, I uttered the words,
“For me.”
I’ve learned with time that those words seemed to always touch a place within him that no other words of mine could ever reach. It always rose an immense feeling of adoration in my heart.
With that, he finally looked into me once more.
“I promise you.”
I rubbed my nose lightly on his and brought him closer, lacking care in what the people around us thought about it.
“I cannot afford to lose you. Swear to me, please.”
He smiled, his hand placing itself onto my neck.
“You never will. I swear it.”
The bubble we’d felt surrounded us away from the world had popped with the sound of the train whistle and the conductor yelling for the final riders to aboard the train.
“I must go.” I whispered, forcing my voice to form the words as I felt it weaken with emotion. And to my surprise, and slight horror, I witnessed a small droplet escape Holmes’ left eye and leave a shiny trail down the smooth skin on his face. I’d never seen him show this kind of emotion in the entire time we’ve known each other up to this point in time.
I’ve seen Sherlock Holmes in many states in different circumstances. I’ve seen him lost in thought when at times he forgets my presence as I observe his mind begin to swallow him whole and allow him to wander elsewhere away from his surroundings as he observes something, I’ve seen him close his eyes and lean his head back in bliss and pleasure as his ears savor the melody of a violin, or as we finally get our time alone and he allows me to cherish his being without the obnoxious barriers of his clothing to stop me, I’ve seen him groan in pain and annoyance as he stumbles backward into the corner of a ring after an especially hard blow to his nose from his opponent in a boxing match. I’ve seen blood run down his face; but not tears.
I had hoped I would never get the chance to do so.
I wiped the stray tear away with my thumb and planted a kiss on his forehead, caring less and less about the eyes that were surly upon us.
“It might take months, perhaps years, but I promise I’ll come back for you. I plan on keeping that promise to the very end.”
Holmes smiled and let out another small, quiet laugh.
“Please do so. After all, I am lost without my Boswell.”
I let out a small laugh of my own and returned the gentle smile.
“And I without you.”
We stood in silence, savoring our time together for another moment, until the conductor caught Holmes’ ear.
“Go on. No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here expecting your return.”
“You better be.”
I made note to glance around us to see if eyes were observing us, and when I failed to find any, I pressed a deep kiss onto his soft lips, tasting a lick of tobacco and lavender tea from his breakfast this morning. A very poor one, at that. I made a mental note to send him letters ordering him to maintain a less than unsustainable diet.
Holmes returned the kiss and pulled me closer by the collar on my soldier’s uniform, gripping it tight enough to where I feared he might rip it. His lips abandoned mine allowing him to breathe.
“Damn you John Watson and those magical lips of yours.”
I laughed and grabbed my luggage before placing a quick but passionate kiss on his lips once more and holding his hand, feeling it slip away as I climbed aboard the train quickly before it departed, and opened the window beside my seat, allowing my head to pop out as the train whistled in announcement of its departure.
My eyes caught Holmes’ once more. The train had not yet began to move, thankfully, and I watched Holmes walk quickly to the window and reach out for my hand for a final time which I painfully took and tried my absolute best to memorize the way it felt, his lips catching my gaze as he mouthed:
“I love you.”
The train began to move slowly, but not before I managed to mouth back:
“And I you.”
And with that, my fingers felt down his palm until they could no longer as the train began its journey. Holmes waved me goodbye with a smile I’ve only ever seen when he stood in front of me and me alone, as he fell behind more and more.
Not wanting to stick my head back inside the train, I watched him until he completely left my sight and vanished behind the train’s smoke. And when he did, I laid my head back onto the seat, and let the sob I’d been desperately fighting back out into the palm of my hand to suppress it from the ears of others.
“I will return to him.” I swore to myself.
“I must.”
Author’s note: forgive my punctuation it’s never been my strongpoint.
So WHAT if I tell people that this is a photo of my great, great, great, grandfather who was in love with a man and had a child via a surrogate who was a friend of his from university and was of Mexican decent which is why I’m not white like them and that my parents named me Sherlock after him and never speak about either of my grandfathers because homophobia and that’s why they’re never EVER mentioned?
