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[flemmings]

Watching an episode of Sherlock before bed leads to dreaming about Sherlock. It also means that before going to sleep my head was full of Sherlock, instead of stuff like oh you know work, and annoyance at having to be up early yet again, and the rabid attacks of spleen I've been having since Christmas, however well I managed to dodge them before then. All this is good, especially since The Hounds of Baskerville was not one of the best eps IMHO.

Spleen has been segueing inexorably into anxiety tingles, but anxiety tingles have been yielding to tiredness and aches. I fancy I'm merely sick. Or possibly exhausted from walking in boots on snow; I can't see me being either tired or anxious if I was in shoes on dry sidewalks as I was so happily a ten-day ago.

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[incandescens]

Agreed that it isn't one of the best episodes, but I found the use of the urban legend of "creature escaped from secret Government testing centre" (to replace the folk legend of "Hound of the Baskervilles") to be quite clever as a conceit in itself.

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

You know, that was so natural a transformation that I never thought twice about it. Gigantic hound in 2010? What else could it be? In my youth (cough) it would have been 'result of radioactive fall-out' but those were the days of bomb shelters, when it was foreign governments one expected to be dastardly. Thatcher, what hast thou wrought? Who gets a shout-out too, of course, even if I thought the dates a bit iffy. Commander didn't look nearly old enough to have been hobnobbing on first name bases with the iron lady.