Someone finds you this song and you immediately think of a certain special ship. 



 

Last edited by BreathingIsBoring (September 13, 2014 1:23 am)

OK, a funny little story from last weekend. I had a prime Molly Hooper moment and I'm really glad nobody else noticed what it was all about, it was so silly.

I was at a friend's wedding, and at some point I kind of felt that I'd been dropped into a weird Sherlocky parallel universe! I had noted a bloke wandering among the guests. He was in a smart suit and had dark curly hair, and he looked a little forlorn and out-of-place, as he was obviously on his own and apparently not enjoying himself very much.

Naturally I was curious to find out whether he was real or whether I was hallucinating. When he was next to me at the bar getting a drink, I thought I'd try a little small-talk,  and he was real enough, polite but somewhat detached. We got talking about our jobs, and when I asked him what he did, he said - no kidding - "I'm a graduate chemist, but now I do something else entirely".

I think I gaped at him so badly that I scared him off, because immediately after that he excused himself to make a phone call (!!!). I think I sat there hyperventilating for about ten minutes, it was so unreal.

I only started calming down again when someone told me that he was actually the bride's younger brother and that the sole reason he was there on his own and didn't look entirely happy was that his wife had had to stay at home with their two sick little kids. That didn't sound very Sherlocky any more. And when later that night he turned out to be a rip-roaring disco dancer, I was finally convinced that I had definitely been seeing things.

But I can't tell you how glad I am that NOBODY but me knew what was going on in my head the whole time.


 

Last edited by La Jolie (September 15, 2014 9:08 am)

Wow, that´s really bizarre, LaJolie.. 

When you are ridiculously jealous of you daughter for joining her uni Sherlock Holmes society!

...when an inspectors red buttonholed (!), collar turned-up, dark coat makes you think of Sherlock immediately.

When looking at one of the many, many 'life hack lists' and one the hacks is that clear nailpolish can save a button from falling off...

It takes less than a split second for your mind to go 'Sherlock!' and the poor, poor straining buttons in the purple shirt of sex 

When you're clearing away your tray at the hospitals canteen and the following conversation almost makes you drop your tray:

(I may have misheard the name)

1st Doctor: "I have a patient called Sherlock on my ward"
2nd Doctor: "What, is he like Sherlock?"
1st Doctor "No, his name is Sherlock"
 

Last edited by This Is The Phantom Lady (September 29, 2014 3:23 pm)

It would! I'd def. go to that party!!