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Ermal Meta. 1 Agosto 2018.
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Greggers and Edith, Tintin style.
This is Hergé-inspired Charlie Edwards drawing no 4. Oops. Also I’m not used to drawing females so Edith looks a bit weird, sorry about that. There are other errors, but overall I’ve not done so bad. #MichaelXEdith4Lyfe #DontEvenCare
Doyleton Abbey
Okay, so this brilliant post has put me in the mood for a little Downton Abbey/Sherlock crossover.
Aunt Rosamund: "So, Mr Holmes, this is a photograph of the missing editor in question."
Sherlock (aside): "Gay."
Edith: "I'm sorry what?"
Sherlock: "Er ... I mean ... Hey! ..."
Aunt Rosamund: "No but you said –"
Sherlock (speaking quickly in a very monotonous voice): "Look at that level of personal grooming. That hair. Ha! Then there are his dimples. Boyish dimples. I love his dimples. Love? Like? No, love. Definitely love. I could lose myself in those dimples. John would too. John loves dimples. John? ... Where was I? Ah, yes. Then there's his underwear."
Edith (unsure): "What's wrong with Michael's underwear?"
Sherlock: "Visible above the waistline. Very visible. Silk. Monogrammed ‘MG’. So he is prone to 'visiting' other gentlemen and taking off his clothes while in their company. He needs to be able to quickly pick out his pants from a pile of clothes when the police come knocking on his door. Clearly that's more difficult when picking one's undergarments out from a pile of clothes that are the same size. He's monogrammed them to find them quickly. Which he wouldn't have done if he were seeing women. Whose unmentionables would undoubtedly look different in a pile of clothes. Congratulations, by the way: He's not seeing another woman."
Edith (gobsmacked): "But ... but he’s disappeared ..."
Sherlock: "Into Germany, yes. Didn't you say he wanted to see King Ludwig's castles? Well, there's your last clue … King Ludwig! Ha! … Honestly, how you people even survive with a brain your size I don't know! Mr Gregson is clearly cruising his way through Bavaria, listening to Wagner and wearing lederhosen. Monogrammed lederhosen, probably … Why are you crying? Aren't you glad? I mean, he's alive and everything! He wasn't screwed over by the Nazis. On the contrary, he’s probably screwing them. Quite literally even. Oh, well … (sighs) Human emotion! 'Be nice,' they say. 'Find out if that girl's paramour is still alive and kicking.' But then, when I do, nobody seems to be happy. Well, good day, Lady Edda … er …Edna … er… Edlyn. Whatever. I've got bigger fish to fry. Because frankly your case has become ... booooooring!"
Okay, I give up. By now, I've read several comments (not on tumblr, on other websites) on how Edith should 'sneak into Germany and free Gregson from the camps.' I wanted to shout, 'Germany was a democracy at that point. A flawed one. And a doomed one. But a democracy. And the first concentration camps weren't built until a decade later. Why exactly would she be doing any sneaking?'
But I give up.
Nope. Not shouting anything. Clearly, history isn't even taught in schools anymore. Ugh. I don't even...*mutters-to-himself-like-an-angry-grumpy-old-man-and-goes-to-fetch-the-bottle-of-port* :)
Dear Edith, disappearing in Munich and waking up in hospital, weeks later, hung over and suffering from memory loss, isn't at all uncommon. It happens to lots of people every year.
It's called the Oktoberfest season.
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As flat and boring as this final was, I feel the shit has moved closer to the fan…
Bates….Oh dear lord, please tell me you didn't do it….
In the Christmas special I want Gregson to come back, right on Christmas Day, or Eve. As cliché as it is, I want him to Edith's Christmas gift, I want her to be happy so bad.
And if that happens, I will forgive Fellowes for everything he has ever done, and I mean EVER.
What did Edith say her not-yet-husband wanted to do in Germany? Visit King Ludwig's castles? Edith, sweetheart, over here that's more or less code for 'gay'.
I think it was gascon who pointed out that Fellowes' writing is usually more plot-driven than symbolic. Just wanted to add to that the fact that Gregson's mad-as-a-hatter wife is a case in point.
I bet Fellowes hasn't spent so much as five minutes thinking about who she is and what she's like and what sort of mental illness she might have. We will probably never even get to see her. And I'm willing to bet Fellowes has never had at least some sort of headcanon about what her marriage with Gregson was like.
The sole purpose of said wife is to provide a plot pretext for sending Gregson to Germany and making him a German. I'd be willing to bet that there'll be no mention of Mrs Ex-Gregson once he has got his German citizenship sorted out and is doing what he is essentially supposed to be doing plot-wise (probably becoming a Nazi, as far as we can tell right now). The wife is merely a plot device.