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Texts that didn’t invite Sherlock to dinner

Amongst the large number of texts that Irene had sent Sherlock during her carefully planned game, 58 of which was heard by John, it were those that didn’t end with a dinner invitation that really counted.

“Till the next time, Mr Holmes.”

An unspoken acknowledgement concluding their first round of chess.

An implicit challenge promising the thrill of moves yet to commence.

To the brainy detective with high cheekbones, the interesting opponent, the man that she had beaten, in both senses of the word.

Nice strategy, moderately clever. Still, I win. I look forward to our next match. This was all her – all Irene, not The Woman as she was professionally known, and not Ms Adler as she was formally addressed.

But soon, soon it would begin, her real game. One that would be temporally extended for months to come, and spatially inducing field strength across an entire nation.

Her game as a puppet master, gracefully pulling at elaborate strings tied to the younger of the Holmes brothers, strings that Sherlock wasn’t aware constituted an inherent part of his biology.

Damaged and delusional. The corner of her red lips quirked up slightly at the thought. Delusional or not, however, evidence would soon indicate him to be just like most men in one respect. She was confident of that.

And she knew exactly what he liked.

As her thumb hopped across the keyboard of her phone, casually but swiftly, a few simple words joined the string of letters and spaces she’d previously typed, completing the text message she was about to send with a double entendre that she doubted he would comprehend, “Let’s have dinner.”

Let’s play, shall we? My move. And so it began.

Text after text she enjoyed teasing him with the suggestive non-question. Whether it be after offering a clue to what she claimed to be her own state of being (truthfully or not, that was for him to deduce or ignore), or upon reading Dr Watson’s blog for an entertaining story update featuring her puppet.

It became a habit, one of those little things that would paint an extra tinge of colour (a light blue of the same hue as his iris, as his intense gaze, perhaps) onto her days and routine, after having once again seen through pathetic desires and earned another set of begs and cries, or after acquiring a new piece of information that would shift a power balance in her favour.

A spare minute from a full schedule with clients, and she would turn to her long-term project with slightly more delight than she liked to admit, constructing yet another message that would end with the same flirtatious invitation, a devious twinkle in her eyes as she considered the recipient’s reaction upon hearing her personified text alert.

His furrowing brows, his confused blinking, his blush when confronted..

One, two, three, and four pebbles aimfully tossed into the seemingly still waters of the consulting detective’s mind and heart, where she was certain the accurately calculated trajectories had already been taking effect.

But why, did she seem to be feeling ripples diffracting through her own, as more and more she found herself anticipating and searching for the familiar name and face in the news? She’d always liked detective stories, after all.. And detectives.

She looked out of the window at the quiet night over the Thames, setting a copy of The Guardian (nothing exciting) aside. Business hadn’t exactly been fulfilling lately, either. Her hand reached out naturally to her phone and before she realised what it was doing, an empty new message had been created, to be sent to a familiar number. Well, she actually could do with the company of a like mind.

“I can see tower bridge and the moon from my room. Work out where I am and join me.”

She hesitated at the ending full stop, but pressed Send without adding a further word.

Still playing the game. Whether it was an affirmation or a reminder, she wasn’t sure.

London was a small world. She was at a Caffè Nero in Knightsbridge one sunny afternoon when she saw a familiar figure striding past outside. Dark coat, blue scarf, and she would recognise those curly locks of hair anywhere. His demeanour was characteristic of a concentrated, adrenaline-driven Sherlock Holmes on a case. And it was..mesmerising, and contagious.

Irene let her gaze linger where he had disappeared from sight.

“I saw you in the street today. You didn’t see me.” A pause. “You do know that hat actually suits you, don’t you?” As if to lighten the mood.

She held her phone in her hand for a longer moment than usual after sending the two messages that evening.

She clicked on Settings and changed the four-digit password for her Vertu. For no reason other than the fact that it was a pun too good to resist, or so she told herself.

She didn’t contact him for the next week and a half. But when her texts resumed, her signature dinner invitation returned. She had a game to win.

The stage was nearly set, the Promise of Love established, and the Pain of Loss was in schedule for a Mr Sherlock Holmes. The lonely, naïve man, feeling special because of her.

“You looked sexy on Crimewatch.” It was part of her game, even though she meant it.

“BBC1 right now. You’ll laugh.” She couldn’t stop her thoughts drifting to the ridiculous man that had the oddest interests, the brilliant mind that was her intellectual match. Nor could she suppress the small smile on her lips as she tried picturing the way his face would light up.

Very soon now, the curtain would rise for her critical move. Her Christmas present to him. After which all that was needed was for time to strengthen his brew of emotions.

Then give the man the Joy of Redemption, and her victory was a puzzle and a swaggering dance away.

So why was there a part of her that felt as if she was the one about to lose something? Something important, yet something that she most likely never had, or cared about having, to begin with?

Perhaps she was beginning to realise, that somehow in her extended game of deceit, she herself had been placed at the receiving end; that somewhere in between invitations feigned or omitted, power was shifted to an entity beyond control; that the facade might in fact have been the truth all along.

But it was a game that she’d started, and she would keep playing. She had to.


Seven Dials - Angel’s Fancy Dress - Kitty’s Alley

Just south of Shaftesbury Avenue before Covent Garden is a shopping district that takes its name from the seven roads that meet in its centre. In real life, the centre is marked by a column with six - not seven - sundials decorating it, rather than the horse and warrior statue that Bartimaeus and Queezle sit beneath.

The area was developed in the late 17th century, and originally only six roads were planned, hence the six dials, but the area soon became notorious for its slums and depravity. The original marker was removed in the 19th century - the current one is a 1980s reproduction to the original designs. It’s a great area for shopping, with lots of small, high-market boutiques, and “Matilda” plays at the the Cambridge Theatre on its east side.

The Caffe Nero at Seven Dials. Not as busy nor as cute as the Druid’s Cafe.

Kitty Jones first meets Mr. Pennyfeather at the Druid’s Cafe in The Golem’s Eye. There is a real cafe in Seven Dials, but it’s not as idyllic as the Druid’s: it’s a Caffe Nero, which is a national chain (and actually where your editors met for the first time!). One of the shops on the central square does feature laurel-wreath patterned mosaics, which could have provided inspiration for the plant-covered columns in the Druid’s Cafe.

Kitty’s route to Seven Dials

Before reaching the Cafe, Kitty is attacked by members of the Resistance in an alleyway behind a fancy dress shop. This correlates with Angels Fancy Dress on  Shaftesbury Avenue, just around the corner from Seven Dials. Angels is the oldest running fancy dress company in London, founded in the 18th century. However, the description of Kitty’s journey from Leicester Square to the Seven Dials from the books does not match up with the real layout of the streets themselves. Kitty is described as running up a “gentle slope” to get to Seven Dials, which means she had to be to the south of the Dials (the three southern dials having the so-described gentle slopes). Angel’s Fancy Dress is north of the Seven Dials, and would require Kitty to take an unnecessarily circuitous route if she were to cut behind it from Leicester Square station, which is at odds with her savviness of London streets. However, while Angel’s has been at its current location on Shaftesbury avenue since 1877, the business began as a family company based in the Seven Dials in 1840. It only moved to its current location a few decades later, once it had gained popularity. So it is possible that, in the odd, warped time-period during which the Trilogy is set, Kitty cut behind Angel’s in its original location, which presumably would have been on the southern side of the Seven Dials.

Angel’s Fancy Dress, incongruously to the north of Seven Dials.

An alley that cuts behind Angel’s, but about a block further north from Leicester Square station where Kitty starts her walk.

If we do go along with the idea Angel’s Fancy Dress being situated in its current location on Shaftesbury Avenue, then this is the most likely location for the alley where Kitty was attacked by the Resistance before meeting Mr. Pennyfeather. Stacey Street cuts behind Angel’s, and seems to be connected to a nearby theatre (I saw lots of props being carried around, and the few people hanging about were chatting about performance times).

However, it seems more likely - and matches up better with Kitty’s route from Leicester Square tube station - that the Angel’s Fancy Dress of Golem’s Eye was situated in its original location, which probably would have been to the south of the Seven Dials.

Tube stations: Leicester Square, Covent Garden

New pages in my travel journal. The left is an entry about my day trip in Manchester. The right features different tea tags I’ve kept. Sandwiched between is a coffee sleeve from the UK-only Caffe Nero which folds open, as I will show soon.

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anonymous asked:

Matty has said he was a privileged upper class in some articles and then in some he said he was broke when they trying to get a label to sign them? I'm confused.

Idk how to proper answer this but he’s a privileged middle-class kid because both his parents are pretty famous actors, I don’t remember him saying he was broke but when he was like 19/20 he was doing humble jobs, such as working at Caffe Nero


#17: Katie-Rose

This conversation took place in Caffe Nero, Ballyhackamore

If you could leave everything behind and start a new life with a 100,000 pounds right now would you?

No I don’t think I would. I dunno. I’d miss my friends and my family too much. I don’t have a plan but I know where I want to go and I feel if I started again… then that wouldn’t happen.

What attracts you most in a person?

If someone can make me laugh, I’m there. If I can have a good time and laugh with someone that’s a really good thing… and if people are, like, open. I feel that with me, I’m quite shy the first time you meet me, and after that you’ll get my life story… so if other people are like that, it’s their open and if… like, they’ll burp and not care, they aren’t self-conscious and things like that, are pretty good for me. So yeah what I like in a person; being funny and being open.

Why did you agree to be interviewed by me today?

You’d said “do you want to do it?” and every time I’d see one of your pictures I’d be like “oh, I should ask if I can be a part of that” ‘cause it looks cool. [laughs]. And it’s something—I don’t know if it’s a fame thing or a self-preservation thing, I don’t know—I just like other people asking me about my life or just… [laughs] talking about myself. I like talking about myself… I started blogging so I could look back at myself and remember good things that I’ve done, all that sort of thing, so I think that’s why I agreed. I wanted to be a part of all this because—well, I like talking about myself—but I’d like to be able to look back and be like “oh so that’s what I was doing then with life, those were my thoughts and feelings on that day”, ‘cause they change so much and I change my mind constantly, so I do.

What do you do when you are stressed?

Um… I tend to put things off. I feel like I don’t get stressed about a lot of things, because I just put them off—I’m like “I’ll worry about that later” and then the time comes and I don’t have time to do it, if it’s schoolwork, I’m like “I don’t have time to do any of this” and then I’ll sit and do it and stress about it and cry about it and cry while I’m doing it and then it’ll get done and it’s fine and I’ll be like “why was I so worried?” Or because it’s happened so many times then I get… erm, like—“it’s fine, I was stressed about it last time and I got through it, so it’s fine.” That’s just with like schoolwork, if I’m in other situations then… just… a big deep breath and I’ll get through it. ‘Cause I don’t get—I feel like I am quite a calm person when there’s something going on or like… if someone’s sick and people—say someone faints or collapses and people are like stressed out and panicking I’ll just be like “right step back, I got this” I can just stay calm and handle it. It just doesn’t stress me out; I’ll stress afterwards, like I’ll make sure everybody else is fine and then—as long as I know everybody else is fine about whatever’s going on—then I’ll let myself get a bit worked up.

Even if I’m sick or whatever—say it’s a night out and you get a wee bit too extra— if it’s somebody else I’ll be sending everybody away and I’ll look after them, but if it’s me it’s like “no, I can handle myself, everybody step away just leave me here for 10 minutes, someone just get me a glass of water and I’ll be fine.”

What’s the best thing you’ve ever done?

I feel like I’ve done… quite a lot of good things. ‘Cause then you can split it into two; is it good things I’ve done for myself, or good things I’ve done for other people? I feel like I’ve definitely done more for myself [laughs]. Setting up my own theatre company, that’s probably the best thing I’ve ever done. I went from—I used to be so shy, I couldn’t have done this, I couldn’t have sat and talked to someone that I’d met twice before, like I couldn’t have spoke to anybody. Then I started doing theatre-y things and realised how much loved it and now like, I have my own company, and I have to make phone calls, and I have to email people and I have to do business and not just talk to people I already know and go ‘oh sing your little heart out’ or ‘act for me’… I have to talk to people on the phone and go to meetings and things like that. It’s scary. So starting a theatre company is good for me because it shows how far I’ve come for myself and I also hope it will help people have the same opportunities I’ve had, whether it’s just building other people’s confidence or if they want to be an actress or be an actor or be a singer or whatever, we might give them that opportunity and that’s a pretty cool thing that I’ve done for myself and for others, hopefully. I don’t know if anybody else has felt the benefits of it yet but I hope someday they will.

It’s also something I can’t back out of—‘cause I’m very good at starting things but not finishing them. But it’s one thing I can’t give up because I do it with my friend Alex and he’s not going to let it—he’s not going to let me give it up. And it’s also – it’s the first thing I don’t want to give up. It would be very easy to be like ‘OK it’s getting too big, it’s getting too scary, I don’t want to do it any more.’ But I can’t. I have to go with it and see where it goes and see if I can make it bigger and better and talk to more people on the phone and send more emails. Rent places and do things. Sometimes I forget I’ve done it. Or forget that it is a bit—like whenever we go to a meeting once a month or we’ve sent an important email or like confirmed something, you’re like ‘wait– not everybody does this’. Like we’re pretty young and other people don’t do it so young, like other theatre companies or companies or whatever aren’t built until people are older and have more experience or put it off. We’re kind of like– we’re still babies [laughs] and we’ve done this.

Do you think you’ve given good answers to these questions?

No. I feel like if I went… [pause]. I know whenever I go home I’ll think about them all again and think ‘why didn’t I say that?’ ‘why didn’t I say this?’ ‘why didn’t I think this/that/or the other?’



I went to caffe nero.
• I had a higher calorie sandwich than my dad
• I bought both our lunches together in public
• I ate in public
• my dad asked if I wanted dessert and I didn’t (I REPEAT DIDN’T) check out the calories, and chose what I, Becca, me, wanted and fancied.

*does proud happy dance*
Prince William shares a cuppa with dads who are battling mental health issues
The Duke of Cambridge met a dozen men in a secret get-together at a Caffe Nero near Kensington Palace
By Simon Boyle

Prince William has thrown his support behind a wellbeing initiative by hosting a coffee morning for fathers and sons affected by mental health .

The Duke of Cambridge met a dozen men in a secret get-together at a Caffe Nero near Kensington Palace.

It was part of a new campaign for charity Heads Together, aiming to encourage fathers and sons to talk more openly about mental health.

Paul Scates, who was there with his Dad, said: “It was a lovely opportunity and Prince William is incredibly passionate about tackling these issues.

“He understands mental health problems have gone under the radar because people are uncomfortable talking about it, so he’s keen to use his position to try to improve that.

"He listened carefully to people’s stories and showed real empathy.

"I explained how my Dad and I didn’t open up to each other – and that things really improved once we were brave enough to talk more openly. He seemed to really care.”

A Kensington Palace spokesperson said: “It was a lovely morning and the Duke really enjoyed meeting everyone.”

William, wife Kate and Prince Harry were announced as figureheads for the initiative in March.

It came as the Sunday Mirror continues its Time To Change campaign, raising awareness of mental health issues.

William set out his goals last month, saying: “My thing is to get men talking about issues. It can destroy families, it can destroy lives.”