The internet has been abuzz all day today with praise for the new Sherlock Holmes series on PBS. But through all of the fawning and clamor, there has been nary a mention of the most important aspect of this acclaimed new series:
The name of the actor playing the titular hero in this saga is BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH.
Let me repeat that in case you missed it:
Of all the names in all the world, it’s hard to imagine one that could possibly be more mockably British than this. So much so, that I have a hard time believing that J.K. Rowling hasn’t cried herself to sleep for nights wishing she’d thought of it.
If this man doesn’t wake up every morning and shout “Oh, I say, old chap, why don’t we jump in the lorry and pop over to the pub for a spot of jolly good bangers and mash, pip pip cheerio crumpets and tea!” or something equally and horribly stereotypical, then it is a cultural crime of EPIC PROPORTIONS and I will not rest until Parliament has thoroughly investigated.
Now if you’ll excuse me, my corgi is taking the mick and I’m right knackered from scoffing all those bloody Jammie Dodgers, which either means that I’m tired from eating cookies, or that I’m being sold into white slavery in exchange for two spools of thread and an Alpine Goat.