I suppose I should be flattered to know my name will likely one day feature in an clickbait article alongside the likes of Stanley Weyman and John Mytton.
I'm certain you could find out through a bit of rudimentary detective work.
Unless of course Mycroft has classified all my personal records for both practical and misguidedly sentimental reasons, which is a distinct possibility.
I'm not going to dig through your personal records to find out when to say happy birthday, seriously. Maybe I'll just start picking random days and throw surprise parties for you in the middle of cases.
Or you could subscribe to the popular narrative that I was never born; rather, I manifested from the ether fully-formed, like Athena from her father's brow.
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To be fair, I'd probably be offered to write that...
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Unless of course Mycroft has classified all my personal records for both practical and misguidedly sentimental reasons, which is a distinct possibility.
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By the way, very typically you to pick Athena as the model for your creation myth, Sherlock.
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