As I sat on the bus this morning, I noticed how already my world is changing and the way used to look at things evaporating into non-existence. I find myself staring at people’s shoes, wedding rings, even their ears searching for some sort of defying qualities. I find myself looking over the pages of my books, which would usually thrill me, bored and wanting more, wanting to be able to see. So far in my life, other than very few twists and turns, my life has been relatively uneventful, but thanks to my latest love and obsession, I am no longer happy with ‘relatively uneventful’. I want adventure, thrilling moments, to be thrown at the edge of death and pushed over it, gripping to the edge with my bitten-down finger nails, and then-. I arrive at my destination, back on the bus and watching the nervous people as they dash off the bus into a crowd of people. I get up and walk through the same streets in the same way, with the same thoughts running through my mind.
But now, that is all going to change. I am doubtfully a new member to this phenomenon, but none the less, I will take full advantage of it. Although I love to read and have always read, and though I knew that the books of Arthur Conan Doyle would be right up my alley, I never read them at all, or even bought one of the books. Until yesterday, that’s right, although some of you may think that I am at a disadvantage only beginning to read the books now, I think it will make the journey of this blog more realistic, more up-to-date, as my feelings will be fresh and will develop with the books and series.
If you have not yet guessed, I am totally obsessed with the current series of Sherlock, on BBC. I fell for Benedict Cumberbatch’s take on the much loved character instantly; as I’m sure many of you have too. This will not only be a blog, or document of my ‘Holmes experiences’, but it will be a diary, a confession box, this will be the guide and Bible of a Sherlockian, this will be the Confessions of a Holmes- aholic.
I hope you will join me on the obsessive impulses to follow people to see if you were right about where they were going, or to make sure you were thinking like the great man himself, or watching people trying to figure them out, or even just smiling at the thought of writing a blog, or even at the sight of a door with the number 221 on it, and adding a ‘b’ in your mind. And so, in the infamous words of Sherlock himself, “the game is afoot!”