This article does not contain spoilers. Maybe. Or maybe we lie - just kidding...
The BBC's updated version of the Sherlock Holmes stories concluded last night after a paltry three episode feature length run, leaving viewers gasping for more. The final episode, at least for the moment, featured Benedict Cumberbatch as the master detective, pitting his wits against a mad bomber...who turned out to be none other than...
We wouldn't do that to you, dear reader. We already told you that!
The final episode - the strongest of the existent trilogy - entitled 'The Great Game' was a near perfect tour de force, played out by an excellent cast.
Which begs the question: How stupid are BBC Commissioning Editors for not realising that this would really take off?
Subsequent additions are equally likely to prove massively successful, and yet the Beeb seem to be more concerned with spoon feeding its viewers televisual shite like EastEnders, The One Show, and Top Gear.
Discerning televisualists have been trying in vain for years to persuade the Beeb to concentrate on what it excels at - David Attenborough messing about with gorillas, costume dramas, groundbreaking plays, dramatisations of the classics, innovative twists on old themes...
But they insist on investing in East effing Enders, The effing One Show, and Little bastard Britain. Which is obviously not the kind of fodder the great British public thrives on.
Bring back 'Sherlock' pronto and scrap Radio One because it's a load of old Chris Moyles related bollocks anyway.
The message from the licence payers is clear:
Scrap the crap and bring back Sherlock!
More as we get it.