"I spent New Years with a bottle of wine, struggling to stay awake until midnight." Lies. He'd spent New Years watching Irene Adler's fake corpse being wheeled into the morgue while promises of a government's plan collapsing sung in his ears. Honestly, he doesn't know why more people don't spend their New Years doing the same. "I'm a blogger," he confesses, twirling his glasses around sheepishly. "I mean, I'm a writer, proper, but only to pay the bills. I blog about current odd events; the sort of story that might make you stop for a moment because it's a bit strange. My latest article is about a case in our papers," he says. "It's riveting, really. The Speckled Woman."