For greying types in their early-to-mid-40s like myself, Jeremy Brett is our Sherlock Holmes and rather terrific he was too. Natalie and I went to see the production he and Edward Hardwicke toured with at the Hull New Theatre. He really was quite astonishing to watch live - every tick, each flare of the nostril seemed entirely spontaneous and natural. Slightly before Brett seized the role and made it his own, Tom Baker, fresh from his life altering spell as Doctor Who, was also a rather splendid Holmes. It's a shame he didn't get the chance to do more. In comics, Edginton and Culbard's adaptations of the four novels are splendid. For audio Holmes on the go, these readings recorded by Peter Cushing in the early 70s are a delight. If you've read every Holmes story three times and still want more, Anthony Horowitz's The House of Silk takes no liberties and isn't half-bad at all.
As we skimmed through Spaghetti junction yesterday, Harry speculated as to how old it was. He pitched at ten years, while I volunteered I thought it opened in the early 70s. And, bish bosh, today is the 41st anniversary of the opening of the Gravelly Hill Interchange. I once had dinner with one of the construction engineers at a Japanese restaurant in Singapore. He was out there digging a tunnel. That makes me sound much more sophisticated and jetsetting than, in reality, I am.
"Interestingly enough, I did have breakfast with Alex Garland this morning," he told Collider. "It's not off the agenda." He being Karl Urban (quite possibly the world's greatest genre-flick actor) and it being a Dredd (quite possibly the best genre-flick of this century) sequel.
A few thoughts about RSS news readers from someone who thinks about them way more than you probably do. In other news, I'm trying out The Old Reader.
Outside an ice cream van chimes just as the rain splats once more against the skylights.
I'm off to ride a bike that goes nowhere, then have another run at sorting out some software that helps you ride your bike somewhere.