It was a cold and gloomy afternoon. Holmes and I sat by the warm fireplace of our apartment at 221 B Baker Street and watched “Who Wants to Be a Millionaire”. Holmes had had not many cases of late and had begun to spend a lot of time watching TV.
As the show wore on, I began to feel increasingly more appalled at Holmes’ evident lack of any general knowledge of note.
For instance, his answer to “What was Coldplay’s first album?” was “Thriller”.
Or take “Where was Jack the Ripper based?” Holmes’ response to that was – “Under my thumb”
“My dear Holmes”, I could not help blurting out, “but frankly this is shocking! Pardon me for asking, dear fellow, but to what level of schooling have you been educated?”
“Only elementary, my dear Watson”, replied Holmes distractedly as he pondered the capital of Papua New Guinea.
As the show wore on, I began to feel increasingly more appalled at Holmes’ evident lack of any general knowledge of note.
For instance, his answer to “What was Coldplay’s first album?” was “Thriller”.
Or take “Where was Jack the Ripper based?” Holmes’ response to that was – “Under my thumb”
“My dear Holmes”, I could not help blurting out, “but frankly this is shocking! Pardon me for asking, dear fellow, but to what level of schooling have you been educated?”
“Only elementary, my dear Watson”, replied Holmes distractedly as he pondered the capital of Papua New Guinea.
