Friday, 13 January 2012

Life so far...

13th April

Blimey. Friday the 13th. Not exactly the best day in my books, but Sherlock seems to relish in the luck people have on these days.
Well i was going to give you and update on my main blog, but after Moriarty hacked it, /and/ my Twitter, i decided it would be best to come onto my back- up blog site. (Well i call it back up, but i never put the entries from the other blog on here. Sherlock, you can stop calling me a fool now. They're on my hard drive anyway and this website keeps messing up the dates.)
But as you've been reading, we've been doing well lately with the cases. Minus the one (or two, but I'm not allowed to mention) The most recent with the Hounds case of late has been my favourite. Even if i was used as an experiment, had a /rather/ misleading clue and got accused of being in a couple with Sherlock again, it was nice to see that Sherlock had a bit of human in him despite being known for having a cold heart.
Shame about that pig though.
He didn't even bring any back for tea.
I do worry sometimes though what the Woman did to him. I can't say much about that case obviously, but Sherlock seems to have gone soft since that case. It's probably just me, i mean he actually replies to my texts, so deduce that Irene.
Convincing Mycroft to have talks in cafes rather than cold warehouses was probably the best idea I've had. Apart from that time where Mrs Hudson decided to have a cake sale in Speedy's Cafe. Mycroft wouldn't talk to me for a week, unless it was concerning how much weight he's lost.
He does seem awfully worried lately though, and considering how this man can swagger through the thunderstorm, holding his umbrella high with a wide grin, while others drown and crumble, this is rather a worry... But then who can blame him? Moriarty's back out, Sherlock's getting easily addicted to things he really shouldn't whenever there isn't a case, and even Mrs Hudson got caught in the line of fire. Still, as Sherlock says, "Mrs Hudson? Leave Baker Street? England would fall." Mrs Hudson is a great, old trooper. She has Twitter now, and she's been giving Moriarty a right good going. (Kids say that now, don't they? It sounds rather rude.) So Mycroft must just be worrying about Sherlock and Moriarty. He has no reason to worry about her, and if I'm honest, I'm perfectly fine too. Ok, so life's still being a pain every now and then, and I'm losing more girlfriends than Sherlock has hot meals, but it's all exciting. I could never live a normal life like the rest of the world. Wake up, have breakfast, go to work, come home, watch TV, go to sleep. As much as it would be relaxing it would be to have a consistent routine, it just seems so boring compared to the life i have now. I may have fought in the Afghanistan war, but my life has been so much more better since meeting Sherlock, and i don't ever want to lose that. He's my best mate, and his only friend.... It would be nice if you fetched the milk every now and then though, bud.


Sunday, 11 December 2011

MISSING #5: Watson

Ok folks, crunch time! Moriarty has posted a riddle on his own personal blog. The 'BOOM' doesn't sound partically good:

Sundays are boring,
Shoppers are hunting,
At 17.04,
Londons heart goes BOOM!

Gah. What is Moriarty doing? 17.04? Heart? Where is he? The drawing from John must have given some clue, surely...
We must find my friend. Mrs Hudson is terribly worried.


P.S So am I, John.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

MISSING #4: Watson

Ah. Well, there we were today, searching the spot we thought Watson was at, but it seems we were being misled. Someone left a message for us in the sky, as well as sending a photo through:

We did think for a moment Anderson took the picture, i know, but then after scanning the photo, we found a name in invisible ink:

So, now we have our captor (surprise surprise, who knew it'd be you?), but we still have to find Watson. If he was almost blown up in a day, who knows what's happening to Watson after 3 days. However, there was a drawing attached with the note. This /has/ to be from Watson:
See if you can work out where he is from these signs, and keep tuned. I feel there may be one last message from Moriarty.


Friday, 9 December 2011

MISSING #3: Watson

Ok, so our captor obviously doesn't want us to find them, although we think we have received something from Watson. It might be a map, but to where?


Thursday, 8 December 2011

MISSING #2: Watson

Hello. Sherlock again, someone has contacted me directly through an anonymous email. It's possibly from his captor, maybe a little message from him, or maybe some clues. Highly unlikely, but we'll see.



Wednesday, 7 December 2011

MISSING #1: Watson

Hello, Sherlock here, and it seems we've got a case on our hands. Watson went out for the milk, and the last form of contact was at 12.02am last night. Scotland Yard have been looking through for any sort of signals for help, and this is what we got. Some of these are just from other people, possibly even other countries, but we could try to get some sort of clues as to what's happening. Have a go at cracking these, i do not wish to have my friend in such danger.

--- -... .- -- .- / .-- .- -. - ... / .... .. ... / -.-. .... . . ... . -.-. .- -.- . / -. --- .--

- .... . / --. .- -- .

... --- ... / -.- .. -.. -. .- .--. / -.. .- -. --. . .-. / .... . .- .-. -

--. . .-. --- -. .. -- --- ?


Friday, 2 December 2011

Mountains and Cake

2nd December

Happy December folks!
Sorry about the lack of blog's lately, there's been a mountain high pile of work been towering over me... Mainly because Sherlock wouldn't do his half, and then Mycroft decided to assign me a bunch of 'undercover' jobs, which are basically just to go to the shop and fetch him some cake (The diet isn't going well), and then there's Moriarty (Who, I've come to the conclusion, is basically the Grinch) .... I'm just going to leave it at that.
There's barely been any jam in the kitchen either. Nobody understands how much i love jam. I get /very/ grouchy when there's no jam.
Anyway, the therapist is going on at me each time i forget to do this, so while i have some spare time, I'm going to write this.
Sherlock is complaining that I'm stopping him from smoking. Hello, am i the only one who cares about his health? (I know I'm fetching cake for Mycroft when i shouldn't, but i don't like his new goatee.) I am trying to even trying to cheer him up with the Christmas spirit, but every time i try to put a Christmas hat on him or sing a Christmas song, he shouts "DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT" or "SILENCE!" I forget sometimes he's a grumpy git.
Well you're not the grumpy git when you're playing the violin at 3am after a long day of work!
Sorry. I've been feeling a bit tetchy with all the work lately, and the feeling of someone watching me... Besides Sherlock. Do you know, he took me to see Twilight to mock it, but for the next two months afterwards, he would just sit in my bedroom and watch me sleep. I'd wake up in the middle of the night and say "What are you doing?" and he'd just go "I like watching you sleep. I find it fascinating."
Before i go, I'd like to give out a couple of mentions. The main person I'd all like you to follow on Twitter is Marikameatsix. She made a brilliant piece of vector art of me, and spent just over two days on it. Didn't know people appreciated me that much to spend that long on something for me, so thank you very much!
If you want to have a look at it, this is the link to the picture:
Also, check these people out. My most recent followers on Twitter:
Thank you to everyone else who follows me. If i could put all your names down in my blog, i would, but unfortunately, i don't have time to.
Hopefully I'll be able to post another blog on my efforts to get Sherlock into the Christmas mood before the big day itself, so till then, toodle pip!