It's a Blog. I Have a Blog Now. Blogses are Cool.

           I am under the insane urge to start singing right now for no reason what so ever. I'm not going to though, for the sake of humanity and all that. I truly wish that I could blog about interesting things like aluminium crutches and multiple busts of Margret Thatcher being smashed to bits by a murderer. However I can't. I'll do my best, but i don't think I can. I will however,  recount the grand adventures of The Last of the Dying Detectives. Among these tales will be close encounters with the Moffia and other terrifying things like waterfalls and Mystrade. Of course there will be lots of Shwatsonlock and the ever fluffy John Watson. Now it's time for me to stalk Cumberbatch I should probably stop this compilation of total pointlessness and go do other things that have to do with going to the wonderful land of Whoviockia. Mainly being scared of the arrival of a certain person's coat and avoiding chocolate so i don't start screaming and turning into Batlock. OH! I almost forgot I am going to die next week for any of that this is new information, HAVE FUN FINDING THE BODY!! I'll shut up now.

Listening to: Let me In
Craving: Fish fingers and custard

                                                                                                    -- John Hamish Watson
                                                                                      (because I can)

"Dear god what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring."

                                         -- BBC Sherlock Holmes