Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes Demotival Posters Returns

Happy new year (almost.)  New year means new demotivational posters.  Enjoy and have a stress-free new year.

My Muse is a Stern Taskmaster

I'm 44 years old.  I've always wanted to have a book published.  I think I even wanted that when I was in the womb.  But wanting something and getting what you want are two entirely different things.  I've tried writing many manuscripts and something always went wrong with every single one.  My biological clock is ticking, except I want a book and not a baby.

The best part of writing is when you can hear the characters speak to you.  The words appear on the page and you have barely any concept of writing or typing them.  Hours fly by and you feel more and more awake as words go onto the page.

I have made money as a writer.  I basically get paid to summarize very long chunks of information for the general public.  Writing a novel is much different. 

But it's much easier when you have a Muse.  The Muse helps you complete the work.  Although I am an atheist, I do believe I have a Muse.  And he's a stern taskmaster.  He starts talking about 8pm and won't shut up for another 10 hours, whether I need to sleep or not.  He just talks and talks and if I'm sleepy enough I see him in my hypnagogic dreams.  He sends me brief flashes of his story, like mailing me snapshots.

My Muse is Sherlock Holmes, but I'm only allowed to call him Mr. Holmes -- well, his parents named him Sherlock Holmes.  This  photo of Jeremy Brett is what my Muse looks like.  He's a very hard man to ignore.  He does, however, fall abruptly silent when something urgent happens in the house -- the dog needs to go outside, Mom needs her dinner or someone knocks at the door.

I've now completed a prologue and seven chapters.  I'm doing it on Microsoft Word for now because that's the program I'm most used to.  Right now, all of the chapters are in separate documents stored in a folder with the novel's working title, Not the New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.  I suppose I'll have to format the whole thing differently if I want to publish it as an e-book or submit it to a traditional publishing house.

I just wish he'd change his working hours so I can work in the day and sleep at night.  Oh well -- I guess no Muse is perfect.

I'm Writing a Book

I know, I know -- me and a million other people.  If I had a dollar for every completed "novel" I ever wrote, I'd be on my way to being rich.  Novels and me just don't get along, despite me being a writer.  The Holy Grail of a writer is to get a book published but it always slips out of my grasp.

Most of my manuscripts wind up in the trash because they:

• Were written when I was 12 and could only write Dr. Who fan fiction
• Got set on fire by my ex
• Really, really sucked.

Hopefully, this one won't suck.  I hope to complete it someday (HA!) and get it published as an e-book.  I'm not entirely sure how that works, but I can research that later.  Right now I have to write the damn thing.  So far I have a prologue and two chapters. 

It's tentative title is Not the New Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.  The protagonist (who looks somewhat like Jeremy Brett, of course) is not really Sherlock Holmes, although he was saddled with the unfortunate name of Winston Churchill Sherlock Holmes.  Not surprisingly, he and his friend (who insists on being called Watson) winds up in America as a homeless man walking the narrow line between the law and the downright illegal.

For years, my Mom has wanted me to write my autobiography, since I was homeless in England for five years and survived domestic abuse.  I really can't write my autobiography because my past is just too damn painful to look at.  I have, however, woven some autobiographical facts and anecdotes in the manuscript.

So I won't be blogging very much in the near future as I work on this mutha.  I have no idea if I'll ever make any money from it, but so far it's helping lift me from my usual holiday depression jag.

And somewhere I'll work in Peter Gabriel.  I haven't figured out how yet.  Oh, by the way, PG will be entered into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in April 10.  So far, PG has announced that he will attend.  I think he forgot that he was touring in Europe then.  This should be interesting.

I Hate Christmas

Nelson Mandela is Dead

Unless you live under a rock, you've certainly heard by now that Nelson Mandela died yesterday at the impressive age of 95.  Although his death did not come as a huge shock (he was 95, after all) it still hurt to hear all the same.  I feel sorry for those people who got to know him and will miss him keenly.  One of those people is Peter Gabriel, whom I blog about quite a bit.

I believe firmly that heroes only exist in fiction.  However, Mandela was closest to being a real hero than just about anyone else who really existed.

His heroic qualities were highlighted by the ability to forgive his enemies and to see the best in humanity.  PG also tries to emulate these qualities (at least in public -- believe it or not, I'm not privy to his private life.)  I have tried these qualities myself and must say that, although they are laudable, they are not realistic and have landed me in far more pain and problems than if I was as I am now.

The sad truth is that human beings are stupid, lazy sacks of shit that will always look out for their own interests over that of the common good.  This is why the human rights movement will ultimately fail.  Unless there is a fundamental change in how human beings actually are as opposed to what we hope they might be, our species is better off becoming extinct.  Better off for the planet and for all of the other species on it, that is.

We hope human beings will be like dogs -- loyal, trusting and faithful.  It's too bad people aren't dogs.  We would all be much better off.

Left Part of Myself in Germany

I haven't been blogging or writing much of anything since I got back from Leipzig in October for a good reason -- I haven't felt like it.  Since Mom's health is progressively getting worse, I'm spending more time taking care of her and have less time for writing.  For the moment, she's taking care of my bills (something I'm not proud of, but there you go). 

I've been exceptionally tired since the Peter Gabriel concert.  I think I somehow left part of myself at Leipzig Arena.  I'm not sure what part.  I look in the mirror and it doesn't look as if I'm missing anything.  And yet when it comes to writing (which used to be my driving passion) I just don't give a damn anymore (outside of what I'm required to write for my established clients.)

I'll admit that we've had some bad times since I came back.  We had a death in the family and a break-in.  Mom was also diagnosed with yet another health problem that hasn't a cure (breast fibrosis blah blah blah).  Add that to the collection.

I also turned 44.  I spent most of the day getting molested by a horny pit bull.  I found the old guy wandering around confused and idiot me took him while Mom called Animal Control.  I had my period at the time and when the pit bull realized that he tried for hours to hump me.  No wonder I have never been able to attract a good man.  I only smell attractive to another species entirely.

Perhaps the part of me left behind was the last vestiges of hope that I was going to have a happy, fulfilling and successful life.  Now I spend my time (in between migraines, that is -- no, Peter Gabriel's advice for my migraines did not work) taking care of my aging mother and reading the books that other people somehow managed to get published.  I pet the dogs and wonder what the hell happened.

Now that I've completely depressed you, here's something to cheer you up.  This is from the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain:

Happy 80th Birthday to Jeremy Brett, One of the Best Imaginary Boyfriends Ever

Today, 3 November, would have been actor Jeremy Brett's 80th birthday.  Unfortunately he died in 1995 at the age of 59 from advanced cardiomyopathy.  Brett, who's real name was Peter Jeremy William Huggins, played many roles in his remarkable lifetime, but was best known as the definitive Sherlock Holmes.

Brett also struggled with his heart disease (developed as a teenager) and with bipolar disorder (also called manic depression.) He also struggled with being Sherlock Holmes, which he called "the hardest role I've ever played."  Despite numerous accolades and thousands of adoring fans, he never quite thought that he'd gotten the role right.

Brett also is one of the best imaginary boyfriends I've ever had.  He never leaves the toilet seat up, never takes the last cookie and never bitches if I have a migraine.  He's not as high maintenance as my other current imaginary boyfriends Peter Gabriel and Sherlock Holmes.  PG is a lovely guy but easily distracted. And Mr. Holmes has a tendency to rabbit on a bit.

I first saw Brett as Mr. Holmes when I was a kid back around 1985.  I thought he was Jeremy Irons.  (C'mon, admit it -- they look somewhat alike.) I was also distracted by things like school, my parents' divorce and Peter Gabriel.  It wasn't until this year that I finally realized that Jeremy Brett and Jeremy Irons were two different people.  (Okay -- I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed.)  And then I discovered that Brett had died.  It was like finding someone and losing them all on the same day.

Soon after this I had a dream about talking to Jeremy Brett about what the afterlife is like. "Oh, it's brilliant!" he said in between puffs on his cigarette.  "You live on in people's memories.  Whenever they think about you, you're alive in their heads.  It's wonderful.  You get to meet so many people from all over the world and help them out just by showing up.  Come to think of it, it's not too much different from my real life."

Wherever you are, Jeremy, I hope you have a happy and stress-free birthday.

Sadness and Gladness for Peter Gabriel

It's been a busy time for Peter Gabriel the last week or so.  He wrapped up his European leg of the Back to Front tour on the 25th.  Plans are under way for another European tour in late April and May of 2014.  So far, only four German dates have been announced (none for Leipzig, sadly), but I have not been able to find out when those tickets go on sale.

Peter also featured in a dynamite interview with The Guardian.  Those familiar with Q magazine will be familiar with the style of short questions similar to the Q Questionnaire.  PG did well filling his out in 1992, but he has really honed the art of the one-liner in 2013. 

And then yesterday Lou Reed died.  Reed was one of PG's close friends.  Reed and Laurie Anderson helped PG get together plans for the Real World Experience Park which never came to fruition but was a good idea at the time.  PG put up a touching farewell to Reed on his Facebook page today:

Oh Lou, where have you gone?

We have lost a great artist
And I have lost my friend.

It was your words and your work with the Velvet Underground that inspired Vaclav Havel to name the Czech revolution, the Velvet Revolution. You brought a ...great novelist’s unswerving attention to the human psyche and soul and attached it to an electric guitar. That clarity and fierce honesty symbolized freedom, like nothing else.

You carried this honesty, purity and passion into whatever you did. Whether it was writers, amplifiers, artists, photography, tai chi, friendships, the glasses you designed or the journeys you had taken, anyone around you knew exactly what you were into; what you loved and hated.

You could be so difficult, narcissistic and intransigent, but anyone you allowed beyond that leather-jacketed protective and sometimes-poisonous veneer got to meet a special man that was sweet, tender and exceptionally loyal.

Watching you and Laurie finding each other was like watching teenage sweethearts. Everyone knew New York Lou, who could tell you all the ups and downs of the modern-day urban explorer, exploring drugs and sexual identity, but how many noticed the great romantic poet of the Power of the Heart that you wrote for Laurie. And what wry sharp intelligence you carried with you at all times, that could cut through any packaging and reveal the living and beating core.

It was always such a pleasure to eat and laugh with you and hear that high-pitched squeal of delight, echoing around the room and bursting out of nowhere.

Oh Lou, we’re going to miss you.

PG

 

Reed leaves behind his wife Laurie Anderson, thousands of grieving fans and really screwed up world.

Recovering from Peter Gabriel Concert in Leipzig

I'm so tired and sore that I'm amazed that I'm able to type.  But it was worth it!  The Peter Gabriel Back to Front concert in Leipzig, Germany was INCREDIBLE -- even better than the show in Philadelphia last year.  The lighting was better, some of the songs had better arrangements (especially "This is the Picture") and had the best intro I've heard so far for the PG classic "The Family and the Fishing Net."

I also got to meet PG again.  I want to emphasize that I've happened to be very lucky. PG rarely meets his fans during the soundcheck because of  time constraints.  In the photo here, kindly taken by a Real World employee, you can see how stunned (and how fugly) I am. You can also see how well PG is.  He looks much healthier than he did last year for the Philly gig.  I guess that year-long vacation did him a world of good. I guess PG was right to go on that trip and I was wrong for bitching about his vacation.  Dammit, PG -- stop being right.

I'll write a more detailed account/review of the soundcheck and concert later, when my fingers aren't so stiff, but for now I'll mention that PG gave me advice on how to treat my migraines.  Later on, when the shock wore off, I nearly burst into tears from gratitude.  I've had a lot of fantasies about PG since 1986 and I have to admit that talking about headaches and migraines with him was not one of them.

However, that one minute of him genuinely giving a damn means more to me than if he shagged me.  Not that I'd say no if he asked (yeah -- like I have a shot) but it there's one thing I've learned in my mixed-up life is that having sex with someone does not equal giving a damn about that someone.

Me, Peter Gabriel, Sherlock Holmes and Leipzig

I think my writing career has hit rock-bottom, because that was the best title I could think up.  I've just hit the point in my career where even my subconscious doesn't give a shit anymore.  I've spent most of this year writing 350 versions of these titles:

• How to Choose a Lawyer
• How to Choose a Roofing Contractor
• Do I Have Bed Bugs? (which, come to think of it, is practically the same as How to Choose a Lawyer)

Last week I had to write an article that began with this phrase "When you own a septic tank ..."  When I was a kid looking out of the window and daydreaming about my future, I guarantee you that I never thought, "I'm gonna grow up to write about septic tanks!"

I took these assignments because, quite frankly, I needed the money.  I have two dogs, two aquariums and a mountain of medical bills to support.  On Wednesday night, I'm off for what will most likely be my last trip out of the country ever -- a few days in Leipzig, Germany.  I'm going there to see a Peter Gabriel concert.  If I'm not crippled by migraines, I hope to explore Leipzig, too.

If this is your first visit to this blog, let me explain some things about me and Peter Gabriel:

• I fell in love with him on June 15, 1986
• I have met him a few times.  He wasn't impressed.
• My biggest mental breakdown involved him (although he had absolutely no idea what was going on) and I wound up running away from home when I was 29 to live in the woods for about five years.
• I tried having boyfriends.  The last one tried to kill me so no more boyfriends ever except for imaginary boyfriends.  There's a guy I've dreamt about since 1986 named Peter.
• I've devoted a good chunk of my life and finances to being a PG fan
• I'm now getting really tired of it.

Now, it could be that this concert will be incredible and I won't have a migraine and all that happy crappy, but chances are I'll come home exhausted, cranky and not looking forward to the rest of my life.

So where does Sherlock Holmes fit in?  One night when my insomnia was at it's worst, I rediscovered Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes on YouTube.  I had seen the first series of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes waaaay back in 1984 or 1985.  I checked out one of Arthur Conan Doyle's books from my high school library, but it was way over my head.  (Now that I've had to study Shakespeare, Conan Doyle is a walk in the park.)

Man, it felt like coming home.  I've had LSD slipped to me (one of my ex-boyfriends did it as a joke) but I have never had as good a trip as re-watching Jeremy Brett's 10 year stint as the Great Detective.  Sadly, Jeremy Brett (who's real name was Peter Jeremy William Huggins) died in 1995 at the age of 59. 

The Peter I dream about (remember I mentioned him?) usually fought with me in my dreams.  He insisted on being taller than the real PG and had a different speaking voice than PG's.  After I watched a clip of Jeremy Brett as Holmes did I realize that it was THAT voice I had been dreaming about all of these years.  So now Peter and I rarely fight or argue in my dreams anymore. 

So, Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes is my imaginary friend.  Some people have God as an imaginary friend -- I have Sherlock Holmes (or Mr. Holmes as he prefers to be called.)  He's stuck in my head and remarks on just about anything I do, see or hear.  He's not looking forward to this trip to Leipzig and he's not too thrilled about going to the concert.  He'd much rather I spent the time reading and listening to Paganini or Beethoven. 

Gonna be an interesting trip.  The one in my head, if not the one I actually encounter in Germany.

Peter Gabriel's Back to Front 2013 Tour Kicks Off in Denmark

Well, it's really happening. Those of you who bought tickets to Peter Gabriel's Back to Front 2013 tour last May need to find them and figure out your travel arrangements.  The tour kicked off last night in Denmark.  I've tried to find a review of the show but so far have been unable to.  On PG's Facebook Page, there are some posts from excited fans basking in the afterglow of the gig, so presumably all went well.

Since it was the first night of the tour, there had to be some inevitable glitches.  There had been at least one YouTube video made by audience members of the show, but apparently they've been pulled off of YouTube for whatever reason.  Apparently PG is using something called MagicCubes during the shows (?), but I have absolutely no idea what they are except that:

• it must be complicated
• it runs on Apple equipment
• PG probably has no idea how to use it

From the one photo I've seen of the gig (and one of the setlist), it does not like there is any major difference from the Back to Front North American tour of 2012.  There is one slight difference -- a new song was unveiled called "Show Yourself."  I'm hoping that will change once the/my show for Leipzig rolls around. 

Petergabriel.com has gone through a major overhaul, so that now it looks like Tumblr.  In other words -- it's even harder to find info out than ever before.  It's very hard on my old eyes, so I won't bother with it anymore, except in making links for the occasional future blog post.

As to what the future of this particular blog goes, (and my own future), I can't promise that it will be predominately about PG anymore.  Because of my Mom's heath problems, my health problems, and the "fuck you" nature of the American health care system, this looks like it will be my very last PG concert ever (unless PG somehow manages to come back to Philly before I kick the bucket.)  It will be a bit painful for me to write about something I can't participate in or have any enjoyment of.

I'm trying to psyche myself up for the Leipzig gig, but so far it's not working.  I did manage to unearth my passport, so I guess that's something.  I feel like a big chapter in my life is coming to a close and I'm not all that happy at seeing it go away. 

My Mom is also FREAKING OUT (yes - she's doing it in capital letters) because I will be gone and she has mobility issues.  I don't know how many times I've told her that I would cancel my trip, but she insists on my going -- and in the next breath she wonders aloud what will happen to her when she's alone (which she isn't -- she has neighbors checking in on her and a paid companion to visit while I'm gone.)

So, basically, it's like this:

• I go to Leipzig and try not to get kicked out of the soundcheck or gig
• I come back and watch everyone I care about die
• Eventually, I die.

Man, I hope pot becomes legal in Pennsylvania soon because the rest of my life is looking like it needs major drugs.

My Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes Demotivational Posters, Part 3

Once again, while I should be working in order to save up money for my trip to Leipzig, I've devoted creative energies into making another set of demotivational posters starring Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes.  You can see all of my demotivational posters here on Pinterest.  Enjoy.

 

 

 

My Peter Gabriel Demotivational Posters, Part III

In response to absolutely no requests, I made a few more Peter Gabriel demotivational posters yesterday when I had writer's block.  As you can see, I did not use my time frivolously.  A collection of all of my demotivational posters can be found on this Pinboard.  Unfortunately, some of the photos became a little distorted.  Anyway, they're good enough that you can get the jist.  Enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

Why Family Sucks

"There's nothing more important than family."  That's some nonsensical bit of advice my father gave me when I was a kid.  Chances are you were spoon-fed this malarkey, too.  You always read in the press about some actress giving up her career for family or some politician running for office because some immediate ancestor held that office.

Let's make one thing clear:  Family SUCKS.

Case in point -- MINE.  I have Sherwoods on one side and Watts on the other.  Every now and then my Mom drops a bombshell about my family like she did the other day:

"Your Uncle Ronald died."

Uncle Ronald?  Who the almighty fuck was Uncle Ronald?  I never got a Christmas card from him or ran into him at a wedding.  Now, I'm 43 years old.  I've been accused of being absent-minded, but I think after 43 years someone would have at least once sat me down and said, "Hey -- you have an Uncle Ronald."

So, naturally, I spluttered, "I had an Uncle Ronald?"

"Yes, you did.  He was your father's eldest brother.  We didn't have much contact with him."

"Apparently not."  This was the first I'd heard of him in 43 years.

"He --- was a little strange.  He kept to himself.  He married a woman exactly the same way."

"Oh -- great."  I say, wondering what familial obligation I'll be stuck with now, considering Mom is a cripple and can't go to funerals or fun family events like that.

"At least he didn't have a criminal record like your Uncle Yi," pointed out Mom, "Well --not that anyone ever found out, anyway."

OK, I HAD heard of Uncle Yi, who died while I was a little girl.  The only things I remembered about him were that he had a white, fluffy dog named Dummy and that he lived most of his life in California.  But I'd never heard of any criminal activity.

"Wait -- Uncle Yi had a criminal record?"

"Oh, yes.  Didn't you ever wonder why he lived in California while the rest of his family were on the East Coast?'

"I can honestly say that I never did."

"Well, he was a kiddie fiddler.  One day he was caught with a teenage boy. The judge told him that he could either go to jail or get out of the state and never come back.  Yi chose the latter."

Quite frankly, I would rather have been told that I had AIDS or cancer rather than discover these things about people I share genes with.  Other people are related to royalty -- I get stuck with mentally ill hermits and pedophiles.

And that, Gentle Reader, is why family sucks. 

Remembering Jeremy Brett

On this day in 1995, Peter Jeremy William Huggins, better known as the veteran actor Jeremy Brett, was found dead in his home in Clapham Common.  He'd died of heart failure brought on by cardiomyopathy.  In other words, his heart was too large for his body.  He had a great life despite suffering from cardiomyopathy and bipolar disorder.  He is greatly missed.

 

Peter Gabriel's Zagreb Concert Cancelled

Hopefully, this will be old news to anyone who bought tickets for Peter Gabriel's concert in Zagreb.  The concert has been cancelled because the concert promoter went out of business. (Yikes!)  There will be a Peter Gabriel concert that night (5 October), but it will be in Belgrade and not Zagreb.  Concert promoters LiveNation told petergabriel.com that they will honor all tickets for the Belgrade show. Find out more information here.

There is also supposed to be some sort of gift given to Zagreb ticket holders who exchange their tickets for the Belgrade show.  I have no idea what the gift could be.  Chances are, neither does Real World or LiveNation.  You'll find out when you get there.

It is important that all tickets for the Belgrade show are exchanged for tickets to the Zagreb show.  You can start doing this tomorrow, 9 September.  I could not find much information on whether refunds will be offered for those who do not want to go to Belgrade.  I assume refunds are being offered, but I wouldn't bet the farm on it.

Good luck!

More Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes Demotivational Posters

I should be working but can't manage it this Labor Day weekend.  So I did more of these silly posters instead. You can see all of my demotivational posters at Pinterest.  Enjoy.

 

Picking My Outfit for Peter Gabriel Concet in Leipzg

Man, this year is just flying by. October is just around the corner.  What's so special about October? I'll be going to Leipzig, Germany to see a Peter Gabriel concert.  I've gone to Leipzig before but wound up getting sick and spent most of the trip stuck in bed.  I'm hoping to actually see some of the city this time around.

But anyway, it's time for me to choose an outfit to wear for the soundcheck and concert. The big problem is that concerts tend to generate a lot of heat -- even if you aren't moving.  The October weather in Leipzig can be incredibly cold -- even more so if it's accompanied by rain.  I think I'll suffer the heat of the concert in order to feel comfortable the rest of my time there.

Which gets me to an important part of attending a PG soundcheck and concert -- what to wear.

Ideally, I'd like to show up looking like Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes, but my face differs drastically from Brett's.  I also have big ugly breasts that Brett never had, even at his heaviest.  Mine is much rounder and less flexible.  I also need to wear glasses in order to avoid walking into walls.  So, I'm just going to reproduce the outfit here as much as possible.  I'll also keep my hair short and slicked back.

I already have a long pale coat, white shirt and black trousers.  Other than those, I'm going to have big problems.  I think the watch on a chain is definitely out and I'll be damned if I'll figure out how to tie a tie before October.  The black waistcoat defiantly has possibilities.  I may wear a corset to tone down the profile of my hideous breasts.

So, as you can see, my free time is not spent in frivolity.

My Jeremy Brett and Peter Gabriel Music Videos

My apologies for the self-indulgent nature of this particular blog post, but I need a convenient place to stick up all of my Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes set to Peter Gabriel songs music videos. (One day I'll come up with a catchy but shorter description. One day.) I do have a YouTube channel but YouTube is crankier than Blogger. With these videos, I selected scenes from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes based on the following criteria:

• Does the clip follow the music in some way (illustrates lyrics or moves to the beat)?
• Does the clip somehow look as if it could be in a real Peter Gabriel video?
• Do I like the clip?
• Damn it, doesn't Jeremy Brett look good?

I've only done seven (eight?) of these little music videos and may not be able to do any more. That's not my choice. It's damn Windows Movie Maker. I tried making a video to PG's "Intruder" and crashed the computer. 

Anyway, here are the videos in chronological order from oldest to newest.  The songs done are Waterloo Sunset, Heroes, Whole Thing and My Body is a Cage.  Enjoy.

 

 

 

 

And here's the fifth, Burn You Up, Burn You Down.  I think I might finally be getting the hang of this.

 

 

And numbers 6 and 7, set to The Book of Love (where we actually get to see the title of the book of love) and Gethsemane respectively.

 

 

 

And here's number 8, set to Peter Gabriel's version of Leonard Cohen's Suzanne.

 

My Newest YouTube Video: Sherlock Holmes -- Waterloo Sunset

Although it probably doesn't look like it, this took ages to make.  I chose most of the clips based on the song lyrics.  All clips are from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. The song is the old Kinks chestnut, Waterloo Sunset, performed here by Peter Gabriel. 

My Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes Videos

I'm a freelance writer.  For the past three weeks or so, I've been suffering from writer's block.  I won't bore you with the reasons why.  In order to keep my creative muscles in shape, I decided to learn how to make videos for YouTube.  This took a staggering amount of time and at least five software downloads.  Whenever you hear or read that it's easy to make your own movies or music videos for YouTube, don't believe it.  It takes BLOODY ages and a lot of screaming at the computer screen.

My Mom likes them, but I'm not satisfied with the results.  Anyway, here they are.  They were done on Windows Movie Maker.  Episodes of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes were downloaded using at least one program called iLivid.  The first one is from one of my favorite scenes in the entire series.  It's whopping 45 seconds long from "The Second Stain."

 

 

And something a little more detailed, "Give Jeremy Brett Your Undivided Attention."  I arranged the clips into a very rough narrative, to make a four minute Sherlock Holmes "episode."

 



I do have other videos planned.  My ultimate goal (besides to get rid of this damn writer's block and start making some money again) is to make videos using images from the Sherlock Holmes episodes set to Peter Gabriel songs or songs covered by Peter Gabriel.

Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes Demotivational Posters

Well, my mental breakdown is continuing to go well.  Instead of being able to write the same piece of advertising copy 100 different ways, I'm creating demotivational posters featuring Jeremy Brett's Sherlock Holmes.  You're welcome.  And here are my Peter Gabriel demotivational posters.