More plaudits for the BBC this am for hitting a winning formula and failing to capitalise on it.
Three episodes of Sherlock? Not enough. The public want - nay demand - more.
Last night's episode enlightened millions of tea drinkers as to how to season a tea pot. Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock was as cranky and off the wall as ever.
Whereas Martin Freeman's subtly understated portrayal of Doctor Watson served as a timely reminder that even the best of us occasionally get cards rejected at automated check outs in supermarkets.
Toss in a bit of Banksy and you're quids in.
Period contemporary futuristic hokum.
With texting and Google.
The only problem being that next week's instalment, 'The Great Game' will be the final offering for at least another year.
It involves a mad bomber, but Skoob Entertainment News can't expand on that, because we've got the gen and we're sworn to secrecy.
You'll find out soon enough.
In the meantime: a subtle message for the Beeb from a cross section of viewers;
"Pull yer fucking fingers out and make us more Sherlock! IT'S BRILLIANT!"
Actually, it's a tad predictable, but most licence payers want value for money - so give us what we want and stick the One Show up yer arse!
More when we get out on bail.