I have nothing to say about 1980s Canadian pop singers. We are moving on.
I talked to Lestrade's sister, Nichola, last night, and she was kind enough to send me this:
I talked to Lestrade's sister, Nichola, last night, and she was kind enough to send me this:
He used to be in a band, you know. And apparently he also used to spend a lot of time with his hand down his trousers. I'm sure you're shocked, as am I.
In other news, Serenity beat the Enterprise 51 to 49, with the Heart of Gold and the Black Pearl trailing well behind. I let Mycroft do the new poll. I told him I didn't think most people had a favorite Latin case, but he said that was ridiculous. I told him I didn't have a favorite Latin case, and he gave me a very odd look and went to walk the dogs.
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That...that picture cannot POSSIBLY be legal. I'm sure it must be registered somewhere as a deadly weapon.
I'm going to need a bit of a lie-down.
(And Mycroft, I don't even know what most of those cases ARE, much less have a favorite. I'm going to pick on the basis of which word I like the best, which means that the poll results will be invalid.)
Right? Harry sends him Robin Sparkles, and I get this. It's honestly not fair at all.
I... I shall kill Nicky, then you, then everyone else who sees that. Where did that even come from?? I'm certain that's PhotoShop. I deny all knowledge.
Ah, but I see it's had the intended effect. Thanks, Nicky!
What was your band name anyway? The Blue Brooders?
Well. Congratulations, I now feel like a creepy old lady, and I'm not even 30. Danger, your boyfriend was very attractive at sixteen, or whatever he is in that photo. Congratulations.
Mycroft, I don't have a favorite Latin tense. I quite like past participles in English, though.
O RLY
Sherlock informs me the correct response is: YA RLY.
annoyedwabbit - I feel slightly creepy myself. He's got to be at least 16, right? Right. Maybe even early twenties?
That is a...lovely photo, sir. Really lovely. I know quite a few people who'd like to see that.
Sally, I can quite easily issue an arrest warrant for you.
Danger - I'm not embarrassed because I deny all knowledge. Therefore there was no name. Nothing happened. That isn't me.
Come onnnn. The Blue Meanies? The Emo Fringe? The Leather Lads?
Nothing, it didn't exist. You are all dirty lusting after that poor young lad. Especially you, Danger.
You're fooling no one, Orio. I'll get it out of you eventually.
I can assure you that you wouldn't have been in the least bit interested in that band, though. No bracelets, no neon coloured mini skirts or leggings, no jelly bangles or perms, no songs about shopping. Definitely no sparkles. Not your sort of thing at all.
Aha, so you DO admit it! And don't try to distract me, we're not talking about my poor taste, we're talking about your Very Serious Floppy Haired Rocker period. Are you wearing make up in that photo?
I didn't admit anything. I was going purely on the image. But I imagine that was taken in the 80s. Everyone wore make up. Yours probably involved more glitter than most, though.
Everyone? Where did you grow up exactly? I wore jumpers. And velcro trainers. At no point did I wear make up. Did you have groupies? I bet you did.
Everyone who was anyone.
And don't pull out the age card. When where you born, anyway?
I have no idea what you could possibly mean about groupies. Although I fear you might have wanted to be one. Which would probably have broken the age rule. If that were me. Which it isn't.
I've never been anyone.
1971. I'm guessing I was 10 or 11 when this was taken. Definitely too young for normal groupie activities. I assume there was knicker-flinging.
Of course there was knicker-flinging, look at that photo.
I'm assuming Latin cases work like Slovak cases and have chosen my favorite based on that (and on what 5 beers sounds like in Slovak, back in my days of buying rounds at the pub). Possibly not what Mycroft was hoping for.
Well, since you've admitted your age (actual, not mental) I shall tell you you were probably a little older than that.
Sadly I don't think I've ever been anyone either.
And I wasn't wildly interested in knickers, but no one ever threw their boxers.
kholly - I think any way you pick a favorite Latin case is perfectly valid. How do you say five beers in Slovak? Sounds a useful phrase to know.
L - Boxers aren't really designed for throwing. And you're someone to me.
Well you don't need to throw your boxers at me. I'd be afraid of that amount of diamente flying at my face...
No make up, no glitter, no diamante. I think you're projecting. Or you have some very odd fantasies you've never shared with me.
I'm basing this purely on Harry's description of you as a child. I believe Barbie was mentioned?
What? Now she's just making things up.
I trust her implicitly.
Not even Harry played with Barbies.
Well, it sounds a little like pet peeve. So you'd have 1 beer, singular. 2, 3, and 4 beers, plural. And then at 5 it would switch to something weird and different for reasons that only made sense to them. But it was easy to remember that 5 was the magic number for things being weird because it was a pet peeve.
No, I think she said she had action man and transformers. You were happier with Barbie and My Little Pony though. Don't worry, some people like bloke in touch with their feminine side. And if you ever want to let the boys watch Bambi I shall be there to give you a hug and hold the box of tissues.
I always thought the language I'd least like to learn as a second language is English - and felt lucky I already speak it - but that may be a new candidate. Although I hear Polish is pretty bad too.
OIC.
please explain the hand in the pants.
justblue - I can't, but I bet it's a good explanation. Lestrade?
Oh, and I'm not dignifying your last comment with a reply.
Polish is pretty much the same. I could speak Slovak and the Poles would understand me, though I could never understand them. But all the slavic languages are similar in their grammatical structure.
But I'm with you. I think I was much happier teaching English than trying to learn it.
I disagree; there can't have been any knicker-flinging, because that picture (and the handsome guy in it) causes immediate knicker-combustion. Or boxer combustion, whatever. Damn.
Damn.
Danger, you'd better keep a tight hold of that one -- he hasn't become any less dangerous for the relative flammability of knickers (if that current picture you've posted is any indication). Maybe a little less broody and hand-in-pants-y, though?
Regarding the Barbies, I'd say they could work to your advantage -- anyone who played with Barbies and STILL has the nickname Danger must be doubly badass, yes?
Danger, you can put your hand down my pants. I think you'll discover all the explanation you need.
I hope Sherlock and Mycroft are learning from this whole experience - the lesson being that there is no one who knows you, loves you, and is as willing to humiliate you as a sibling. Be good to each other, boys.
My guess for band names is The Cookie Monsters. Orio.
Or possibly The Biscuit Biters (which if you love in the southern U.S. that has some marvelous connotations.)
Oh and Mycroft - semper ubi sub ubi.
Tinkerty-tonk!
Bronwyn
Innie - I think they've already got that one.
I suspect the lesson they're actually learning here is that playing with toys meant for girls is something be ashamed of. Which I suppose is irrelevant since I've yet to see either of them express interest in toys of any sort, but even so. Not great.
For the record: My Little Ponies, yes, all right. But there were never any Barbies, I don't know what she's on about.
I'm so relieved that you're not down with any of that gender divide nonsense - play what you want, read what you want, etc. Just make sure you're being a good person while you enjoy what the world has to offer.
I'm going to join the chorus of commenters saying damn, Lestrade, you looked mighty fine whenever it was that picture was taken. And you still do. John -- keep a good grip on that guy.
I am going to leave the topic of hand placement alone, though.
As for Mycroft's poll: put me down in the category of "no opinion" seeing as I don't know Latin grammar. I know a little bit about Spanish (took it in high school) and German (took a semester in college).
I picked my favorite case in German. The only Latin I know is the often incorrect stuff from scientific plant names, like Gaultheria shallon and Pseudotsuga menziesii and Arctostaphylos uva-ursi...
I had a tough time picking a favourite case, actually. Nominative is easiest, ablative is the most versatile, accusative has a certain friendliness to it, but I went with dative. I don't know why, but I've always had a soft spot for it. (Latin has a locative? I thought ablative basically covered that.) My favourite Sanskrit case is instrumental, if anyone wants to know. Mostly because it's easy to identify, unlike almost everything else in the damn language.
Oh, if only all the photographic evidence of our misspent youths was as Not Embarrassing as this. I can't speak for anyone else of course, but my teenage years tended more toward "awkward and gawky" than "broody and handsome". Sad day :(
Another Latin fail here. I went with best German case instead as well. Hooray, genitive!
That photo is entirely hilarious.
But seriously, I think you two need a mediator, or a neutral nation to hold peace talks in, or something. I am kind of terrified to see what level this war of embarrassing histories may escalate to next. Perhaps you should have a nice sitdown and exchange horrible stories about your wicked sisters?
(Also, John- I really question what Sherlock must be doing online to pick up this solid an understanding of memes at age 5. It can't be healthy.)
Danger, this is why you're bringing up kids and I just loiter on the sidelines getting into trouble.
There's nothing wrong with playing with any toys, whatever colour box they come in or whatever picture they have n the front - whatever makes anyone happy.
We didn't get toys as such - we had the great outdoors, which as far as I know is pretty unisex. And we were lucky enough to live in a time when you could be out all day long, gone for hours and hours and no one cared as long as you got home eventually.
I'll admit that one of my friends had a sister who had loads of dolls and I wanted to play with them - I was sort of fascinated - but I couldn't, because of the entire 'boys don't play with dolls' stereotype.
As for all your comments about knickers and spontaneous combustion etc., you're all mad. Or blind. I was a moody teenager and now I'm a moody grey old man.
Innie - in theory yeah, I absolutely believe that. In practice, I'm glad that's one thing we don't need to worry about. The world's been hard enough on them as it is.
lawless - I think Lestrade can testify as to the strength of my grip.
Jessica - I think any way one chooses to pick a favorite Latin case is going to be perfectly…well, at least equally reasonable.
Des - there's an instrumental dative, isn't there? Or am I thinking of Greek? It's been a very long time since I was in school. Is that anything like the instrumental in Sanskrit?
dee - And he's still broody and handsome several decades later. Astonishing really.
Lindsay - I like this "embarrassing our sisters" plan. It bears looking into. What's a meme? Should I be worried?
L - I'll be shocked if either of them ever show an interest in toys designed for any gender, frankly, but you're very sweet to say all that, especially given some of your work mates read this. I have a theory that raising kids makes everyone braver than they actually want to be.
I was a moody teenager and now I'm a moody grey old man
Hot moody teenager. Hot moody D.I. And having now seen a retrospective of Orio Throughout the Years (thanks, Nicky), I think I prefer you with the current hair color. It doesn't make you look old at all, which is a neat trick and one I'm sure I won't manage.
Danger - Any of my work mates who read this just need to remember I spent most of my youth playing (I don't mean playing - I mean using for non-work-purposes) shotguns and rifles. And being mean to my smaller siblings.
Do you remember when Daniel shot me, Nicky? I mean, just winged me with a few pellets. God, we were terrified. I don't think Mum ever found out, did she? Siblings always pull together in the face of a monumental bollocking, I find!! (You shouldn't test that theory, Sherlock and Mycroft. I prefer John un-stressed).
I'm not hot. Just grumpy. But I won't argue with you, as we're taught not to provoke the mentally unsound.
And as Sherlock points out really quite often, the grey does make me look old. But I'm sure you'll manage to go silvery-grey very gracefully. You've got good colour hair for it. No one will even notice. Mine makes me look like a badger or something.
And does this mean you've got more of these bloody pictures? Do I seriously need to get Nicky's internet turned off AND her house burned down to destroy all this evidence??
John - I think there is technically an instrumental use for dative (although that may also be ablative, which does basically everything), but I like to think of there only being as many cases as there are forms. As in, I usually pretend there just isn't a vocative in Latin because it's only different from nominative in about 2% of instances. The instrumental in Sanskrit can almost always be translated with the preposition "by", as in "by means of", which is nice and simple. Unlike the rest of the damn language.
L - If you're not hot, then the rest of the population must be right trolls in your estimation.
John- a meme is basically an idea or a belief that passes from one person to another. Sort of like an urban legend, or a piece of gossip, except that internet memes are even more insipid than that. Here is some helpful information on O RLY. That website is very educational, if you're into that sort of thing.
Absolutely not. Many of the rest of the population are dashing. Particularly ex-army doctors. Well, I only know one of them, but at the moment there's a 100% record for them being dashing.
A have met a few trolls though. But I think ugliness is more about personality than looks. And in my line it's unavoidable to meet some really ugly people.
Oh, and Danger, a few of the callouses on my hands are from playing guitar. Which I still do, very occasionally, and never with an audience. Apart from a few spiders and maybe a mouse or two.
Bronwyn - semper ubi sub ubi
That was my first Latin teacher's favorite joke. :)
Des - Mycroft wants to learn Sanskrit now. He says it sounds like fun.
L- if you think I'm ever going to stop poking you until I've heard you play now, you are deeply deluded. Hope you know that.
Do you remember when Daniel shot me, Nicky?
I remember you cried when I was patching you up. I think it was the last time I saw you cry, now I think of it.
I'm pretty sure the tears were because I thought Daniel was going to jail. Honest. I remember you being very calm though. And telling us off! Happy days, eh?
Wow, the 80s have never looked so good. But I can't help but think this is the same background that was used for my junior high school photos...though the subject matter is a vast improvement.
As for Latin phrases, I imagine Sherlock's would be "scientia vincere tenebras?" Well, maybe not "darkness;" what's the Latin word for boredom?
Mycroft, what is your favorite Latin case? I'm very curious now and it seems only fair if you're asking us to pick favorites. : )
Itsmeektg - it probably is the same background! The westcountry wasn't exactly known for it's photo ops for rock bands, and I think we went to somewhere that probably was mainly used to school photos.
Nicky - you didn't see it, but I cried when I left home, too. I was so scared for all of you, for what might happen without me there! I'm not quite sure what I thought I might have prevented, but with Mum's choice of men back then I was really worried. And I did miss you all, although I wouldn't have admitted it at the time.
You must still play quite often, Lestrade, or the calluses would have softened.
Genitive FTW!!!!
I cried when you left, too, you bastard! But I was glad you were doing something you loved. I cried even more when Danny asked if we'd ever see you again. I said 'yes', of course, but I was suddenly terrified we wouldn't, and you'd have a brilliant time in London and never come back! Like you said, Mum didn't have the best taste in men, and you'd put up with so much I thought you might just take the chance of freedom.
And I bet you still play guitar brilliantly - I can't believe you haven't told anyone about it!
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