Uncle Mick and the Joy of Shared Interpretation

A love letter to my fandom

Being Irish, it is perhaps not surprising that I come from a family of poets. I wish I could claim that I had some of the talent that others on my family tree do, but, sadly it seems to have skipped my generation. Whilst I may not have the flair for words that my mother does, I have inherited her love of them.

I tell you this because of Uncle Mick, the last career poet in the family. He took my mother, his grand-niece, under his wing when he saw her talent and showed her the magic of language. She always speaks fondly of how he discussed literature at length and in detail with her both when she was at school and at university. Which brings us to Keats and the one poem that he revered above all others: Ode to a Nightingale, the poem that is handed down through the generations of my family as the archetype, the ideal example of what you can do with words. He used it to show her and 25 years later she used it, in the very same book that they had poured over together, to show me. Just in case that wasn’t enough to convey its significance to us, when he knew his time had come, Uncle Mick went to his library and sat in his chair with his poetry book. He was found there the next morning, the book open on his lap, his hands stilled while tracing those beloved lines.

So, as you can imagine, that poem has enormous emotional significance for me, the poem I have read more times than I could possibly count, whose genius even I can appreciate. The poem that is as familiar to me as the back of my hand, that is, in many ways, part of me.

Enter Benedict Cumberbatch. Anyone reading has likely had the situation where they absolutely adore something and fervently wish for someone to share that adoration with, for some indication that they are not alone, that others feel the same. I was overwhelmed by that feeling when I heard the track above. He spoke exactly how I would wish to had I but the skill. Every intake of breath, every whisper, every sigh. It was perfect. For the first time, I felt like I wasn’t listening to a recitation of a poem, I was listening to a monologue coming to life and it was glorious. I listened to it on repeat for a week. I still listen to it regularly even now.

Where am I going with all of this you ask? These past few days I have been reading a lot of opinions on Sherlock, many of which differ from my own interpretations. I have enjoyed it greatly, even when I didn’t see eye to eye. Hearing the interpretations of others is always an eye-opening experience, forcing you to examine your own ideas and preconceptions, which can only be a good thing. I like to be kept on my toes.

Right now however, I am addressing those people who share my views. I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart because before entering this fandom I always felt alone. Appreciating from afar, in silence, while in my head I was bursting with the desire to shout it from the rooftops and have someone respond “I know. Me too.” Benedict’s Ode to a Nightingale was my first glimpse of what it could be like, but here I have found so much more than that.

Everyone who I tagged in this post has played no small part in maintaining my sanity over the last two weeks and I have loved reading what you had to say. So, thank you all. I look forward to spending the hiatus with you as I could not possibly be in better company.

anonymous asked:

Hi - thanks as ever for your amazing blog. I remember an adorable picture months ago taken at the olivier awards, of mark and ian on the red carpet with, I believe, Ian's parents. It was such a lovely photo but I cannot find it on google. Do you have it anywhere in your Gatiss archives!?

Hi Anon - I think you may be referring to Idrillia’s lovely photos?

Her full post is here [x]

chronoculture asked:

Have thoroughly enjoyed "Tales from the Stage Door", especially as I'm very familiar with that stage door from the run of 'In Celebration'. You may not have noticed as you were busy acting as Official Shielder from the Elements to Mr Cumberbatch, but when I met Benedict (if I may go for first names!!) I was staggered by the genuine, proper eye contact he made with fans. What was your perception of his demeanour? He looks a touch stressed in some of the photos.

I was stood behind him, so no eye contact for me, I’m afraid. 

I’d say focused more than stressed, to be honest. It was before the performance (and only about half an hour before it started) so I imagine he’d psyched himself up for going on stage. He was pleasant and polite with the genuine fans, and civilly tolerant of the autograph collectors (but from what I hear about the after show scrum, he was a bit pissed off with them at that point). He stayed for a few minutes signing things and then said he had to go in to work - he got stopped again by another crowd of people just before he went inside. I didn’t see how long he stayed with them, I was too busy getting cumberbuddy to send me the photo she’d taken, haha.

I didn’t see him afterwards because it looked a bit crazy (I went to the pub instead, with lublintodublin and bakerstreetbabes) so I can’t compare.

I just saw RICHARD III with Martin Freeman!!!

Good CHRIST was it wonderful! Martin was hands down the BEST Richard III I have EVER seen – he truly enjoyed the villainy of the role.

And it was all made more perfect by the AMAZING seats! THANK YOU IDRILLIA!!

MartyPants practically gave us lap dances. No joke. Shakespeare within FOUR FEET OF MAH FACE!




chronoculture asked:

So you spread the spoilers in a post about not spreading spoilers. That's just lovely. And it was addressed to those who shared what was happening in the room. Way to miss the point.

No one has to click the link. And you can’t police a major event like Comic Con. She can ask to have the video taken down. Fine. I know sometimes panels say no cameras, recording, etc. But saying no transcribing of it is ludicrous. Fans weren’t the only ones in that room. Major media outlets were too. And their job is to report of what happened in the panels. The point of SDCC is to learn about whats coming up in entertainment. If they don’t want that then kick out the media, search everyone, and have everyone sign non disclosure agreements.

idrillia replied to your post “Alright, I’m going to go ahead and say I’m queuing for a ticket on the…”

I know someone who lined up from 8 yesterday and didn’t get a day ticket :)

Good to know!  Did they say around where they were in line?  From my experience, once you get to the corner of the building it’s quite dicey.  I’d definitely think 8am was probably a little bit late to be getting there, but I’m aiming for ~7? ish?  That may still be too late, considering, but I think I’d actually prefer a seat with a higher number; I’ve already seen it from one of the low As, so I’d like to see it from a high A sometime.

idrillia reblogged your photo and added:

A-ha! I am not alone in my belief that that’s Ian. Look at those two. Hair and happiness feels. Towards both of them

It really is him, no worries. :) They are just too gorgeous together. I love how lovingly Mark smiles at him and would love to see this pic from an angle where we could see Ian smiling back.

chronoculture asked:

So, me again, hope that's ok. Benedict has said that he wants to 'do something positive' with the opportunities he's receiving at the moment. I've mulled, every now and then, what that means. Just that he'll make the most of it, or use it as a platform for charity, or....? Any thoughts?

No worries, I’m having fun :)

I think he’s referring to charity work, yeah. He appeared at that Prince’s Trust film event a few weeks ago, and along with Spencer Hart he’s partnered up with another charity for something else. And that’s only recently, so I guess he has other stuff ongoing too, that he’s been involved in for a while.

chronoculture asked:

If you could take Benedict personal shopping, which shops would you head to?

I know he shops in All Saints/vintage stores, I’d probably just take him to those places and give him a hand in picking some nice stuff that goes together.

idrillia replied to your post: Have thoroughly enjoyed “Tales from the Stage Door”, especially as I’m very familiar with that stage door from the run of ‘In Celebration’. You may not have noticed as you were busy acting as Official Shielder from the Elements to Mr Cumberbatch, but when I met Benedict (if I may go for first names!!) I was staggered by the genuine, proper eye contact he made with fans. What was your perception of his demeanour? He looks a touch stressed in some of the photos.

I love that he said he had to go in to work. So practical. I’m now having strange flashes of what it would be like to wade through fans to get in the front door at work. Strange life.

Oh I know. My heart kind of swelled a little bit. It wasn’t “I have to get inside,” it was “I have to get to work,” and then once I saw that work I was blown away. You can tell he loves what he does. I don’t blame him, he’s exceptional. 

chronoculture asked:

Loving reading your answers to the rather broad range of questions! I wondered if you might consider ranking, by adorable-ness (it's not a word, but work with me?) the following: the lisp of wonder, the curl right in the middle of his forehead, the rehearsal socks that are too small, Baby!ben wanting to hold hands with a cactus. You may of course add your personal favourite adorable!Ben items...

I’m loving all the questions, thank you all for indulging me, and please carry on, haha.

  1. Lisp
  2. Cactus handshake
  3. Errant curl
  4. Socks

chronoculture asked:

I thought of another one! Which of Benedict's characters do you consider to be his best dressed and his worst dressed?

Best dressed, Sherlock, obvs (just for his fucking Belstaff coat really, MY GOD).

Worst dressed? Alexander Masters. The fucking 1990s, man. Bad times.