17 December 2016

My BBC’s 'Sherlock' Moriarty Theory


(Josie Sayz: This is my attempt at analysing the current theory that every seems to be talking about: Is Professor Moriarty (from the ‘BBC’s ‘Sherlock’ series) alive? I am in no way a ‘Sherlock’ fanatic, nor am I a huge fan. I do not know everything and I am not trying to come across as though I do. This is just a little bit of fun that I came up with whilst re-watching the ‘Sherlock’ episodes before the new series starts in the New Year.)

My BBC’s 'Sherlock' Moriarty Theory
Is he staying alive?

If you have been following ‘BBC’s series ‘Sherlock’ then you are already probably aware of (and anticipating) the new series in January and more-so the ongoing question: Is Professor Jim Moriarty dead? For those of you who have not watched the third episode of the second season (‘The Reichenbach Fall’) and the third episode of season three ('His Last Vow'), this post contains spoilers.

I am going to take a brief look into some of the theories that are out there. I am open to as many theories as possible, so if you have one that I have not looked into, please, do share it.

1) People love a good villain. I love a good villain. Professor Moriarty is a good villain; he’s very good. If Sherlock can fake his death, why can’t Moriarty? It’s true; Moriarty does appear to have the upper hand over Sherlock – or at least he’s got more experience running the underworld. If Sherlock is, “On the side of the angels,” Moriarty has grimmer, darker, more frequent visits with faking deaths – he has probably accomplished it hundreds, if not thousands, of times amongst his many clients during his line of work. If anyone knows how to fake a suicide, it would be Moriarty.

2) Richard Brook is real. When you see actor Andrew Scott playing Moriarty, all of the characters actions are left handed (his phone usage is mostly with his left hand, when visiting Sherlock at 221b Baker Street he purposely twists his teacup around to lift it with his left hand, he carves ‘IOU’ into an apple with his left hand, he taps out binary code with his left hand and he shoots himself with a gun in his left hand). However when Andrew Scott plays Richard Brook, it appears that his few seen actions are right handed (he holds up his right hand in surrender, points with his right hand and pushes himself up the banister with his right hand). The most obvious thing to point out here is that the actor is left handed.
          Another interesting thing, from the point-of-view of a writer is that through writing books, TV shows and films, the villain is often depicted as being left handed. The reasoning behind this dates back centuries, to when people who were left handed were believed to be evil, often tortured for their devil-like behaviour. There is a psychology theory that people who are depicted as being left handed will appear evil, or in some ways villainous, towards audiences. This isn’t just an archaic way of viewing things. When ‘Nintendo’ created a new character for their popular game series ‘Super Mario’ (in 2007) during their advertising campaign the new addition, Princess Rosalina, had her character’s image mirrored because she was left handed. All posters and video images of the new princess portrayed her as a right handed character, in fears that the public might identify her as the bad guy, when she was not.
          There are two characters that look exactly alike. Moriarty is evil and left handed, but his double, Richard Brook, is right handed. Maybe they are twins. James Moriarty does not have to be Richard Brook’s twin’s real name and Richard Brook might not necessarily be good. However, in order to easily interpret the identical-looking people as two separate individuals, the one that we know to be evil (Moriarty) must be depicted as being left handed, so that the audience can see that the two are in fact separate people. This means that although one of them is dead, the other is still alive and could be the real man behind Moriarty.

3) Moriarty used a real gun, but the chamber was empty. This is a good one. Moriarty already had one of his men watching nearby, waiting, ready to shoot Dr. Watson. It could be possible that one of Moriarty’s snipers fired a shot into the air at the exact moment that Moriarty pulled the trigger. Moriarty had also hid a blood pouch under the collar of his coat, so when he hit the ground, Moriarty appeared to have blown the back of his own head off.

4) Moriarty used a fake gun loaded with a knock-out spray. This theory comes from those with a good ear. At the beginning of ‘The Reichenbach Fall’, after Moriarty has broken into the security at The Tower of London a security guard tries to get him to leave. As the security guard approaches Moriarty, the villain sprays something in the man’s face, immediately knocking him unconscious. The sound that emits from the spray is similar to the sound that can be heard right before the gun shot as Moriarty falls to the ground towards the end of the episode. Many have speculated that Moriarty is simply using one of his own inventions, to temporarily pass off as dead. Similarly to the previous example, one of Moriarty’s snipers would have fired shot into the air and Moriarty would have planted a blood pouch underneath the collar of his coat.

5) Andrew Scott’s character is not the real Moriarty. Many do believe that the Moriarty we see shoot himself in the head is dead, however that does not mean that is the end of Moriarty. It is thought that the Moriarty we see is a companion or an eccentric hired by the real Moriarty, whom is still in hiding. Some people believe that this really is Richard Brook, but rather than being hired by Sherlock to play Moriarty, he was hired by Moriarty himself to play Moriarty. Sherlock did admit in court that prior to Moriarty’s ‘Tower of London’ security breach, he had only met him for approximately five minutes; therefore he did not really know him, he only knew of him.
        Going back to my left handed/right handed theory – Moriarty could have easily played up to this ‘left-handed-means-you’re-a-villain’ thought and purposely made his actor act left handed when portraying him, but act right handed when being Richard Brook to try and confuse Sherlock.

6) During Moriarty’s court case he wore a fox tie-pin. To me this is the most interesting piece of them all. Moriarty loves his fairytales – playing ‘Hansel and Gretel’, stating that, “Every fairytale needs a good, old-fashioned villain,” and he even calls newspapers fairytales. Thinking in terms of Moriarty’s fairytale referencing, why would the creators choose to have him wear a fox tie-pin during his court case or why would Moriarty, himself, choose to wear such an unusual piece? Two Grimm Brothers stories have a fox character that shares traits with Moriarty. One of the Grimm Brothers stories is ‘The Fox and the Cat’ in which the fox reveals to the cat that he knows of many tricks – which could be referring to hiding or faking death to avoid pray. In ‘The Fox and the Horse’, the fox teaches the horse how to play dead in order to get what it wants. Both of these fox fairytales appear to hint that Moriarty intends to fake his death.

(And for those of you who need me to point out: at the end of season three’s episode ‘His Last Vow’, when Moriarty appeared on every television screen his mouth did not move when he spoke and the voice was distorted. This does not class as evidence and I am not going to analyse it.)


The Conclusion: While all of these theories seem plausible one way or another, not one is without fault.

In relation to theories one, three and four, Moriarty couldn’t have faked his own death so obviously in front of Sherlock. If he thought for a second that Sherlock were to believe that he were alive, Sherlock would never have followed through with his supposed suicide to save the lives of John, Lestrade and Mrs. Hudson. The theory surrounding the blood pouch hidden underneath Moriarty’s coat collar does not appear to be possible either, as Moriarty is not wearing a high-collar coat, so hiding such a thing seems impossible.

As for the second theory, Richard Brook cannot be real. When Moriarty asks Sherlock if he started to wonder if Moriarty was real, Sherlock confirms that he knew Richard Brook was a fake person all along, because in German, “Rich Brook,” means Reichen Bach, which is the case that made Sherlock Holmes famous. Moriarty informs him that nobody, except Sherlock, gets the joke – as they all believe Richard Brook to be a real person, confirming that he is not.

The fifth theory is a little harder to disprove – that the Moriarty we see is not the real Moriarty, but an actor hired by Moriarty. For this theory, I am going to look at the binary code clue which Moriarty gives Sherlock. The binary codes which Moriarty taps out on his knee (after researching) translates to, “There is no key.” The binary code that Sherlock taps out to Moriarty is different and meaningless gobbledygook. It is quite likely that Sherlock already has translated the binary code and knows that it is meaningless. Once he realised what the code meant, he was playing dumb, pretending that the code was meaningful, playing into Moriarty’s game so that Moriarty would confess how he broke into The Tower of London, Bank of England and Pentonville Prison. Would the real Moriarty be so foolish as to entrust an actor with his knowledge of how he broke into such secure locations? Also, would the actor have known what the binary code translated to? If he did not, what would have happened if the actor got the binary code wrong? Yes, the binary code was not a real key, but it would never have translated to, “There is no key,” had it not been tapped out correctly. You may be thinking, “So what?” But to Moriarty, this binary code would have meant everything to him. It was telling Sherlock that there was no key all along. It was his secret message and it had to be played out right. It had to be perfect – perfect to a tee. It isn’t something that he could let an actor slip up on – where would his fun be then? It really wouldn’t be a key then, would it? If you want something done right, do it yourself.

Point number six, the fox tie-pin, could simply mean that Moriarty is as sly as a fox. Everyone knows that he is guilty, yet is found not-guilty because of his cunning tricks. It may have nothing to do with the Grimm Brothers’ cheating death stories at all. If anything, ‘The Fox and the Cat’ story could prove that despite Moriarty knowing many tricks, he was not able to escape death – as the fox is thought to be mauled by a pack of dogs at the end of the tale.

So what is my conclusion? Moriarty is dead. Yes, Moriarty was a brilliant villain, but at the end of the day, he was never the only villain that Sherlock Holmes faced. He was only ever in a very small handful of Doyle’s stories. In Doyle’s works, Sherlock may have faked his own death at ‘Reichenbach Falls’, but Professor Moriarty did not. Do the writers of ‘BBC’s ‘Sherlock’ want to be known as the people who just couldn’t let a good villain go, dragging out his final story? Every good writer knows when to put down the pen. Holmes faced many good villains in Doyle’s books and I dare say we will soon meet another of Sherlock’s greatest foes – and see the return of some familiar faces too… just not Moriarty.

- Josie -

13 December 2016

#6 Five Minutes of December


(Josie Sayz: Poem number six from my ‘Rollercoaster Rainbow’ anthology. It's my Christmasy poem and came straight from the heart.)

It’s the time of year
For cheer and happiness.
But for some reason our lives
Are filled with stress.
Everybody is cosy,
Happy together.
But since I last saw you,
It feels like forever.
It’s all I want.
It’s all I need.
For you to spend
Five minutes…
Five minutes with me.
To hold my hand.
To hug me tight.
Five minutes of December,
With you tonight.
Everyone’s busy decorating
With trees and reindeer.
And they’re looking forward
To the New Year.
They’re all visiting family
And wrapping festive presents,
While we’re both stuck at work
Serving annoying peasants.
It’s all I want.
It’s all I need.
For you to spend
Five minutes…
Five minutes with me.
To hold my hand.
To hug me tight.
Five minutes of December,
With you tonight.
I guess it’s hard not to miss you
At this festive time of year.
My heart is filled with sorrow,
In my eye sparkles a tear.
Wish after working on the shop floor
You’d show up at my door.
Then you’d hold me…
And tell me everything will be alright.
It’s all I want.
It’s all I need.
For you to spend
Five minutes…
Five minutes with me.
To feel your love.
To hold you tight.
Five minutes of December,
With you tonight.
- Josie -

10 December 2016

Confessions of a Waitress: Part 1 of 3


(Josie Sayz: Confession number one, I’m a waitress. These are all real examples that have happened to me. Most of these confessions occur multiple times a day, let alone week. Some of them are just things that really annoy me and other waiters/waitresses whom work at (what I shall be referring in my examples as) ‘Fin Finish’. Some of the other confessions are things that I honestly can’t believe some people actually do or say; it’s shocking.)

Signalling for the bill. Whether you are scribbling your hand in the air as though you are holding an invisible pen or if you press your palms together and open them up, impersonating a cheque book, it’s annoying. When I first started working as a waitress I didn’t even know what these weird hand gestures meant. I understand the origins now, but it still makes no sense. Why can’t you just ask me for the bill? Is that so difficult?

Whispering for the bill. Although not as bad as the previous one, why must you whisper? Everyone knows that someone on your table has to pay the bill; it’s no big secret. It will be obvious that you are about to pay the bill when I bring the cheque book to the table, so why the secrecy?

Waving your debit/credit card at me. Guess what? I can wave too. I can see you have a debit/credit card – so what? If you want to pay by debit/credit card for your bill, why don’t you just ask me for the card machine? Or pay with your debit/credit card at the till, which you have to walk past in order to leave.

Handing me your debit/credit card inside the cheque book. If you hand me the cheque book, I’m going to assume that there is money inside and you want me to take it to the till for you and bring you back the change. What use would handing me your debit/credit card be? I take the cheque book off you and go to the till only to find out that you want the card machine. Why couldn’t you just ask for it? I don’t know your pin number, do I? Now with contactless payment options, do you know how many times I’ve thought: ‘What if I charge them the full £30 contactless charge, then walk over to their table with the card machine and get them to pay for their bill – just to teach them a lesson for being so mindless.’ I would never do such a thing, but what’s stopping the dishonest worker from doing so? And you would be completely unaware (unless/until you checked your statement) that the restaurant had even done it.

Handing me your cheque book as you are about to leave. If you are paying by money and do not want your change, please, do not hand me the cheque book whilst I am serving another table or cleaning a table. You have to walk past the till on your way out – why not leave it there? If you hand it to me, I will hastily walk past you and either leave it at the till (just as you could have done) or stand in the que like everyone else to prove a point to you. If you are in a rush, I understand that, you can leave the cheque book on the table. The money is not going to get eaten by the teapot or the salt shaker. Another table is not going to steal your money – 1) we have cameras at all angels of the restaurant and 2) your table is surrounded by other tables – someone would see. If you were worried about someone stealing your money, take it straight to the till.

Don’t call me, “My love.” It’s that simple; just don’t do it. I respect all who enter the restaurant and call men, “Sir,” and women, “Madam,” so could you show me a bit of respect too? I am not your love and I don’t like the idea of you calling me that in front of your wife either. The term, “My love,” is something only my partner can call me, not some stranger that I’ve just met. It’s creepy and wrong and just don’t do it.

Don’t call me, “Sweet, little girly.” Just because you are over eighty years old, it doesn’t mean that you can treat everyone younger than you like they are five years old. I’m twenty-five. Do you have any idea how awkward and uncomfortable that is and to have the table sat next to you start sniggering and laughing at me too… just stop. Please stop. Or do you want me to start calling you, “Sweet, old deary.”

Don’t call me, “Bab.” This one is a huge pet-peeve of mine. Do you actually know what you are saying? Do you know what the word means? Bab was the name given to the youngest pig in the litter. I’m clearly not the youngest, nor am I a pig. So, please, do not call me, “Bab,” ever again.

Taking the mick out of my voice. Now this one is just plain rude. If I took the mick out of you or your voice, you would demand to speak to the manager immediately, make me apologise and tell the manager I deserve to be sacked. So why is it that you think it’s okay to take the mick out of me? It’s so childish, yet most of the time males between the age of 50 and 70 years do it. Why? Yes I have a squeaky voice – having laryngitis three times and having to speak to customers constantly for ten hours a day with hardly anything to drink doesn’t help matters either. I am an extremely self-conscious individual with low self-esteem issues. I’m surrounded by people like you for 40-50 hours (or more) a week, giving me abuse as it is for stuff that has nothing to do with me, so you mimicking my damaged voice box really does not make me feel better about myself.

Not using your manners. From infancy you are brought up to say please and thank you (or at least I was). Just because I am waiting your table that does not mean that you can forget your manners. Just because I am younger than you does not mean that you don’t have to say please. Just because you have had a bad day does not mean that you can scowl at me or snatch from me. You say please and thank you. The amount of times I have had to bite my tongue, so that I didn’t say, “Please?” or “Thank you?” in the way my mother used to do to me when I was three years old, training me to use my manners. Just a little note to those of you out there who don’t use your manners when I am serving you, if you fail to say please or thank you, I will take my time sending your order through to the bar and kitchen.

Asking me to clap my hands when carrying plates. Why? Why do you always feel the need to do this? I have just collected all four of your dinner plates and your side plates and bowls and some of you are even stupid enough to pile your teacups and wine glasses higher onto the plates’ pile… then you ask me to clap my hands. Well the customer is always right, aren’t they? Does that mean you want me to drop all of the plates (possibly dropping/smashing them off your head) and clap my hands for you? That sounds like a bloody mess if you ask me. Would you stick around to clean up all of the smashed crockery and to wipe your blood off the table? You know, I’m starting to think this might be a bad idea – I don’t know about you. But just in case… just in case you stupidly ask me to do just that, I’ve devised a way of carrying plates, so that I can clap my fingers together at least. “Show off,” you laugh – no, I’m not a show off. I’m just doing exactly what you asked me to and the customer is always right.

Don’t say, “Aren’t you going to take our order?” This question is horrible. To me, it is stating that I can’t do my job properly. However, I can spot which customer is going to say this straight away. You will sit down and I’ll hover nearby filling up condiments or folding napkins to see if you are ready to order, you clearly aren’t. Some of your table are just looking over the menu for the first time, asking someone else what they would recommend, whilst someone else is asking you if Jilly had a nice birthday and Margret hasn’t even taken her coat off yet. The table next to you, who came in after you is ready to order. I take their order. Leaving their table, you wave your hand in my face shouting, “Aren’t you going to take our order?” I was already going to pass by your table next and ask you if you were ready or would like a few more minutes. You say you are ready and insist that I stay, however no one other than you has any idea what they would like. I end out standing by your side (often for over ten minutes) whilst one person decides what they want and everyone else talks about Margret’s new jumper that she bought from the market stall last Tuesday. You are not the only table that I need to serve. You are not my only customers.

Asking, “Have you had a smashing day?” after I drop a glass. I have just dropped one glass. It’s not the end of the world. No, I haven’t dropped one previously to this one. I have not had a smashing day. In fact my day is getting worse because I have just dropped a glass and you are taking the mick out of me. So no, in answer to your stupid question I am not having a smashing day.

Asking, “Have you had a smashing day?” after hearing the previous tables say it to me. This is just pathetic. I have dropped a glass. One glass. The table closest to me just asked that question. You heard them. The next table asked the same question, you heard them. So why when I pass your table must you ask me the exact same thing? Do you not think that I feel bad enough having dropped a glass and the previous two tables took the mick out of me? Yet you feel the need to as well. You couldn’t even come up with something original – you just recycle the joke you heard twice already.

Asking me if I remember something that happened before I was born. I know I said that I don’t like being treated like I am five, but when customers do this it is almost as bad. If a song from the 1950s plays on the jukebox, chances are I will know what song it is and who sang it, what I don’t know is what the town centre looked like the year that the singer performed that song at the Town Hall or what year it was number one in the charts and whom it stole the top spot from. Do you know why? – because I was not born then. It is obvious. I look even younger than I actually am, so why would you even think to ask me? Oh, I know why, so you can add some stupid comment, like, “Oh, you wouldn’t know anything about it – the youth of today,” and then laugh at me. Just because I am younger than you, does not mean that I do not appreciate music from the fifties – a lot of my favourite songs were from the fifties and sixties. I like that sort of music and if you were to ask me, you would find that I am quite knowledgeable of the music, the fashion and hobbies from back then. Of course I do not know what the Town Hall looked like back then or how many miles you had to travel, but don’t take the mick out of my age and intelligence just because I was not born then.

- Josie -

09 November 2016

#5 Drowning


(Josie Sayz: This is the fifth poem from my ‘Rollercoaster Rainbow’ anthology. It’s one of my deeper, more serious and meaningful poems. For this one, I was inspired by ‘Eyeshine’ and ‘Simple Plan’ – two bands that always make me feel less alone.)

You don’t know what it’s like,
Not to be like everyone else.
You don’t know what it’s like,
To be left all by yourself.
When every day is grey.
Got nothing nice to say.
Sick of being stuck here this way.
I was drowning,
Struggling to keep my head up high.
I was drowning,
Sick of telling people I was fine.
I was drowning,
Stuck living in the dead of night.
I was drowning,
No signs of ever seeing daylight.
You don’t know what it’s like,
The feeling that are in my head.
You don’t know what it’s like,
Sometimes I wish I was dead.
Always feeling this way.
And it won’t go away.
Stuck like it every day.
I was drowning,
Struggling to keep my head up high.
I was drowning,
Sick of telling people I was fine.
I was drowning,
Stuck living in the dead of night.
I was drowning,
No signs of ever seeing daylight.
Needed to find another way.
Couldn’t take another day.
I needed somebody to save me.
You phoned me up, dead of night,
Promised you’d help me find the light.
I needed somebody to save me.
I was drowning,
Struggling to keep my head up high.
I was drowning,
Sick of telling people I was fine.
I was drowning,
Stuck living in the dead of night.
I was drowning,
No signs of ever seeing daylight.
- Josie -