Friday, July 16, 2010  Hot sleuthing action...  Jeremy! 
Darling! Come in.  Don't stand out there, you'll catch your
death.  Go on, take off that hat and gloves.  Here.  Oh now,
with the pipe and the magnifying glass.  Don't you want to put
those down just for a moment?  Aren't you tired of them yet?  Go
on, I'll fix you a drink.  Scotch?  Here.  Relax.  Give me that
coat.  Isn't that better?  I've got a fire going and dinner will
be ready in just a bit, just sit there and enjoy your drink and
let me look at you.   What? Why do you look at me that way?
Darling, you know, I've got a bit of a mystery for you to solve.
Plenty of clues. The thing is, the first's upstairs...     1. I
conceived one of my first serious crushes on Jeremy Brett. When
I was a child during the 1960s (yes, I'm old, we lived in
London. I saw two serials that he starred in on the BBC, The
Three Musketeers and Kenilworth. He was so gorgeous. Sigh.    2.
Oh lord. I have spent most of the past two years in my friend's
basement watching Sherlo