Sherlock Holmes is an inhuman calculating machine, right? Well, no, that's just what he's like on the outside. Underneath he's this misunderstood soul who feels his loneliness deeply and loves his buddy with a love that is very wonderful, passing the love of women- and don't you just want to gather him up in your Cumberbitchy arms and reassure him and make it all better!
This isn't drama- it's fan-fiction.
Oh, and by the way, the mystery he was called on to solve last night was so preposterous in every way it would have disgraced Midsomer Murders- a show no-one takes seriously, though heaven knows why not; it's at least as funny as this, twice as gruesome and entirely free of sentiment.