Sherlock thoughts
* Uh, proper tea! Like Yixing clay? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yixing_clay_teapot
* Don't lift the sheet! It's bait for a trap.
* We all have our little challanges. Self-service tills, assassins in our flat...
* Online shopping is your friend, lads!
* Poor Watson, Army pension is never extensive.
* A backwards 42?
* His Uni mate is a wanker. And there was no secretary chat.
* A locked room mystery! Result!
* Ah, Watson, possibly the only flatmate who knows how much the rent is.
* How wide are those windowsills?
* If I were them I'd be off taxis!
* You can use my balcony, but only if you use that pleading expression.
* Avoiding creditors?
* Aww, he can't have his pet copper! No Lestrade.
* Sidetracked? Dead people happen to be very sidetracky!
* Sue Lin puts little flowers in her name. Ugh.
* "A bit overqualified." Ugh, I winced.
* Somebody likes the interviewer!
* The Gospel of Sherlock. For when someone makes the Agnostic Bible, maybe?
* A climbing killer? I'd love a trained ape!
* Windowsills! I called it.
* The killer waits in the flat. The victims sees the ciphers, freaks, and goes and locks himself in with his killer.
* Yup, spraycans all the way. Snuck into a library and silently used.
* Watson is so busted! An asbo, you lucky bastard! Some people have to works for weeks to get one of those!
* Hmm. Smuggling teapots, maybe?
* I must admit to a certain tacky liking for beckoning cats.
* 1-15. Forest v Rams? (sorry).
* Those creaky ladders make me wince.
* The killer waits in the flat...
* The strangler's an amateur. Choking to unconsciousness is one thing, actually killing takes ages.*
* I would gladly move into that museum!
* Get off the rails, our Watson!
* Camera phones, the detective's friend.
* Such a fresh and crisp tattoo!
* Random smuggler #602 would be forgotten. Not so much a sister!
* Shots are fired. Watson's back in the game!
* Digesting slows him down? All the blood rushes from his brain to his tummy, presumably.
* May nobody ever have to ask for all my books! They'd have to hire a lorry.
* Wait, Uni mate went all over the world!
* It has to be a book they have in common.
* Iain Banks. I commend their taste. You just know The Detective figured out The Wasp Factory's twist ten pages in, don't you?
* Don't gooseberry the humans, man!
* I like this better than the circus I saw as a kid.
* Never let a woman load a crossbow that's bigger than she is.
* I'll bet she has to take care how big the hole is. Too much sand the weight falls too fast and...
* Candles and silk scarves, huh? That's not a bad idea or anything.
* Get your Bartitsu on, Detective!
* Best. First. Date. Ever.
* Even the pickled oninos are off, really?
* Yes! Mrs H brings the kitchen-fu!
* That's a point, I wonder my London A-Z is?
* Will you please be intellectually absorbed with your back to a wall?
* *sigh* Get a kebab next time.
* Stalking horse. The Detective has used Watson as a stalking horse!
* Hmm. She's still in the chair. Overbalance it shortly before the good bit, you might only lose a kneecap.
* Next date? Getting your date put in a death trap is almost certainly a dumping offence!
* She did call it the Empress' hair pin. Clue's in the name!
* Is that green bead in her hair?
* Ha ha! I called it!
* That's oddly sad. He just thought she'd like the pretty hair pin.
* Hmm. I wonder what the eye means? "Bastard in there sees everything."
* That's not all that subtle, Moriarty!
* I'm not a serial killer. No, really.
* Don't lift the sheet! It's bait for a trap.
* We all have our little challanges. Self-service tills, assassins in our flat...
* Online shopping is your friend, lads!
* Poor Watson, Army pension is never extensive.
* A backwards 42?
* His Uni mate is a wanker. And there was no secretary chat.
* A locked room mystery! Result!
* Ah, Watson, possibly the only flatmate who knows how much the rent is.
* How wide are those windowsills?
* If I were them I'd be off taxis!
* You can use my balcony, but only if you use that pleading expression.
* Avoiding creditors?
* Aww, he can't have his pet copper! No Lestrade.
* Sidetracked? Dead people happen to be very sidetracky!
* Sue Lin puts little flowers in her name. Ugh.
* "A bit overqualified." Ugh, I winced.
* Somebody likes the interviewer!
* The Gospel of Sherlock. For when someone makes the Agnostic Bible, maybe?
* A climbing killer? I'd love a trained ape!
* Windowsills! I called it.
* The killer waits in the flat. The victims sees the ciphers, freaks, and goes and locks himself in with his killer.
* Yup, spraycans all the way. Snuck into a library and silently used.
* Watson is so busted! An asbo, you lucky bastard! Some people have to works for weeks to get one of those!
* Hmm. Smuggling teapots, maybe?
* I must admit to a certain tacky liking for beckoning cats.
* 1-15. Forest v Rams? (sorry).
* Those creaky ladders make me wince.
* The killer waits in the flat...
* The strangler's an amateur. Choking to unconsciousness is one thing, actually killing takes ages.*
* I would gladly move into that museum!
* Get off the rails, our Watson!
* Camera phones, the detective's friend.
* Such a fresh and crisp tattoo!
* Random smuggler #602 would be forgotten. Not so much a sister!
* Shots are fired. Watson's back in the game!
* Digesting slows him down? All the blood rushes from his brain to his tummy, presumably.
* May nobody ever have to ask for all my books! They'd have to hire a lorry.
* Wait, Uni mate went all over the world!
* It has to be a book they have in common.
* Iain Banks. I commend their taste. You just know The Detective figured out The Wasp Factory's twist ten pages in, don't you?
* Don't gooseberry the humans, man!
* I like this better than the circus I saw as a kid.
* Never let a woman load a crossbow that's bigger than she is.
* I'll bet she has to take care how big the hole is. Too much sand the weight falls too fast and...
* Candles and silk scarves, huh? That's not a bad idea or anything.
* Get your Bartitsu on, Detective!
* Best. First. Date. Ever.
* Even the pickled oninos are off, really?
* Yes! Mrs H brings the kitchen-fu!
* That's a point, I wonder my London A-Z is?
* Will you please be intellectually absorbed with your back to a wall?
* *sigh* Get a kebab next time.
* Stalking horse. The Detective has used Watson as a stalking horse!
* Hmm. She's still in the chair. Overbalance it shortly before the good bit, you might only lose a kneecap.
* Next date? Getting your date put in a death trap is almost certainly a dumping offence!
* She did call it the Empress' hair pin. Clue's in the name!
* Is that green bead in her hair?
* Ha ha! I called it!
* That's oddly sad. He just thought she'd like the pretty hair pin.
* Hmm. I wonder what the eye means? "Bastard in there sees everything."
* That's not all that subtle, Moriarty!
* I'm not a serial killer. No, really.