Jack Griffin certainly knew how to make an entrance. Sherlock didn't want me to write up this case for reasons that will become obvious.
Sherlock's had some mad cases over the last couple of years and I wouldn't say I've ever got entirely used to them but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for... Read More. I swear that my forthcoming wedding has softened Sherlock.
Sherlock described him as being completely “out of his mind” but I diagnosed that he was technically suffering... Read More. The When the owner of a Knights bridge Chinese restaurant was found lying face down in a plate of noodles, Lestrade came to see Sherlock.
The man, Terry Wong, had choked to death and, at first, it appeared to be an accident. She'd been to the shops and was crossing the road outside her house when she was hit by a bus.
The death of yoga teacher, Tim Long, was brought to our attention by his flatmate, Scott Began. Long had been found lying, dead, in a bath, but he hadn't drowned.
I remember him once saying how everybody was so busy photographing their lives for... Read More. He's hyperactive, rude, arrogant and a real pain in the behind.
Sherlock's off at Bart's x-raying a phone, leaving me to do the shopping. I was taken to Battersea Power Station where I met Irene Adler.
What Christmas isn't complete without your guests being humiliated, your girlfriend dumping you and a woman being murdered... Read More. I'd taken Sherlock out Christmas shopping which, looking back, wasn't the best of ideas.
So there I am, dealing with a mysterious death in the middle of the countryside when suddenly I'm whisked away in a helicopter and taken to Buckingham Palace. The murder of actor Matthew Michael live on stage.
I wasn't actually there as I was on a date (went well, thanks for asking) but Sherlock was, and he left a number of messages on my voicemail, telling me what happened... Read More. We've been so busy over the last few months that I haven't had time to write up most of our cases but this hasn't stopped us becoming an Internet phenomenon.
The body of a 45-year-old man was found in a car on wasteland in Surrey. Early thirties, dyed blonde hair, strange red speckles all over her body.
The woman, Julia Stoner, had been found in her bed. Three young men came to Baker St claiming that events in recent issues of a comic had started happening in real life.
We'd turned away mysterious deaths and worldwide conspiracies, but this was the one that Sherlock was interested in... Read More. I've had to take this post down for a while as the ship's owners are launching an appeal.
I'm going to tell you about a couple of the smaller cases we've been involved in. What really happened on the Tilly Briggs pleasure cruise.
Then there was that really odd case with the melting laptop... Read More. I just needed to get away from guns and bombs and maniacs... Read More.
I needed a few days to get my head around what just happened. There was apparently a gas leak in the house across the street.
Of course, my time living with Sherlock means I know how meaningless the word 'apparently' can be... Read More. The man was a banker and pretty much what you'd expect.
Someone had broken into their offices and sprayed graffiti across a painting. And I also helped break up an international smuggling ring.
No story here because Sherlock decided not to take the case. I've blacked out a few names and places because of legal matters but, other than that, this is what happened on the night I moved in with Sherlock Holmes.
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.
Sherlock had already moved in, so it was a bit of a mess but that's actually a nice change from where I was before. Ella thought keeping a blog would help, but it hasn't because nothing ever happens to me.
What key customer segments does your sales team need be aware of? Create multiple scoring profiles in Sherlock to target different segments of your user base.
Perhaps I'll write about some other mundane stuff I do like playing board games or eating sandwiches and drinking tea in front of the Fasteners! I was going to attempt to mimic John's style of writing for an entire blog post but life's too short.
Apparently we really shouldn't tell children that John and his wife have gone on Sex Holiday. They've chosen to go somewhere hot and sunny with beaches and cocktails or something.
They're both perfectly acceptable friends in their own way, but then they start talking, and I wish I really had died. And it is very nice to have the place to myself without their meaningless chatter distracting me from more important things.
If there are any attempted murders at John's next wedding, I promise to take photos. There was apparently a gas leak in the house across the street.
Of course, my time living with Sherlock means I know how meaningless the word 'apparently' can be. The police investigated and discovered that the house had been wired with explosives.
The only other thing they found inside the house was a box. And inside the envelope was, of all things, a bright pink phone.
Regular readers of my blog might remember the case I called 'A Study In Pink'. As is my sudden use of phrases like “regular readers of my blog “.
It helps, though, when I discover that half of Scotland Yard are reading it. There were these secret societies who used to send five orange pips to people as a threat.
There was also a picture of an empty flat which Sherlock recognized. It turns out that whoever was organizing all this had arranged for this woman to be kidnapped and wrapped in explosives.
If she didn't say exactly what she was told to say... Sherlock, naturally, was immediately caught up in the adventure. The crying woman told us we had twelve hours to solve the first problem.
I, as usual, didn't have a clue what the question was never mind the answer. We met up with Molly Hooper who introduced us to her boyfriend, Jim.
Sherlock naturally got me to humiliate myself by examining them myself and getting everything wrong. He told me that they were twenty years old and that the pollen on them revealed they were from Sussex.
The crying woman then phoned again and was allowed to tell us where she was. I asked him what he meant, and he said that “I can't be the only person to get bored”.
Clearly, the killer was targeting him directly, and he loved it. It was a man, as terrified as the woman had been earlier.
from Scotland Yard located the car and Sherlock examined it. Just one chat with the missing man's wife and a visit to Janus Cars, and he had it all wrapped up.
Apparently, she'd died as a result of a tetanus infection but clearly our killer was suggesting otherwise. Sherlock went onto some internet forums and, with his usual tact and diplomacy, got answers that way.
She started to tell us about the man who'd tied her up and... Twelve totally random innocent people had died because of it.
As he pointed out, caring wouldn't save lives. Sherlock called Scotland Yard, and they told him about a body that had been pulled out of the river.
Why he would have done this to some poor security guard was still a mystery, so I went to the guy's flat and discovered a voicemail message from a Professor . We concluded that Professor worked at a planetarium and rushed over there.
Sherlock stared at the painting as the child continued to count down to his own death. It was how the security guard had guessed it was a fake and why he'd phoned a professor at a planetarium.
The curator admitted that she'd arranged for the painting to be created. She'd been put in touch with various people and they'd all seemed to be working for one man.
Nothing seemed to be happening though, so I decided to visit my girlfriend, Sarah. I had just left the flat when a taxi pulled up alongside me.
The taxi driver asked if I wanted a lift, but I told him I was getting the Tube. I looked at him and I saw the gun pointing at me, and so I got into the taxi.
They must have knocked me out because the next thing I can remember is waking up to the smell of chlorine. I was in a sports center, near the swimming pool.
Then a voice sounded in my ear and I realized I was wearing some kind of earpiece. It said that I knew the drill, and I was to repeat word-for-word what he said otherwise I'd never be writing my blog again.
Molly Hooper's boyfriend from the IT department at Bart's! One wrong move and some stranger in the dark would shoot the explosives.
Jim Moriarty was the total opposite to Sherlock, but they were also so very alike. And while they talked, I stood there wearing enough explosives to kill all of us.
But the laser sight simply moved to Sherlock's head, and I was forced to let go. We were getting our breath back when suddenly so many laser sights appeared.
Sherlock simply pointed his gun at the discarded explosives. Moriarty clearly had no discernible human feelings and Sherlock had claimed not to care.