Sherlock Holmes: You may as well eat. We might be waiting a long time.Dr. John Watson: Hmm, are you going to?Sherlock Holmes: What day is it?Dr. John Watson: It's Wednesday.Sherlock Holmes: I'm okay for a bit.
Mycroft Holmes: What you're about to see is classified beyond top secret. Is that quite clear? Don't minute any of this. Once beyond these walls, you must never speak of it. A D-notice has been slapped on the entire incident. Only those within this room, code-names Antarctica, Langdale, Porlock and Love, will ever know the whole truth. As far as everyone else is concerned, going to the Prime Minister and way beyond, Charles Augustus...Mycroft Holmes: Are you tweeting?
As my colleague is fond of remarking, this country sometimes needs a blunt instrument. Equally, it sometimes needs a dagger - a scalpel wielded with precision and without remorse.
I wrote my own version of the Nativity when I was a child, "The Hungry Donkey". It was a bit gory, but if you're gonna put a baby in a manger, you're asking for trouble.
