AND the fact that my favourite TV show has just descended into a Farce, quite literally, isn't helping lift my mood...
I LOVE Sherlock, but I have a horrible feeling our affair is over, after The Wedding episode. It should have been called Carry On Sherlock or Sherlock, Actually or 4 Weddings and an attempted Murder (a case so stiflingly stupid a 7 year old solved it for our distracted Consulting Detective, who had filled his brain so full of napkin folding trivia and place settings that couldn't even remember his own character as a result). I presume the fact that he kept mentioning that he was a "High Functioning Sociopath" and not a very nice person throughout the episode (and the interminably long Best Man's speech) was to try and remind Cumberbatch how the hell he was supposed to play this suddenly very altered personality?
What a huge pile of absolute twaddle! So sad to see such an enjoyable show go down the toilet in the space of 90 minutes. It's as though the writers have started to believe all the hype and assume they could throw boring old Conan Doyle out of the window and recreate the great detective as a comedy character, the sad sack side-kick of clever Doctor Watson who can actually manage to get a woman pregnant. We only get 3 episodes a series, I enjoyed the return but this final episode on Sunday has got to be spectacular to redeem itself for me now. Sadly I might be just sticking with my 2 series box set and crying my eyes out when Sherlock commits suicide at the end, because I will just have to wipe series 3 from my mind.
I might have to rewind to this moment. The phrase "No Sh*t, Sherlock" came to mind watching the wedding fiasco, what a shame!