The Watsonian Weekly

This week we have an astonishing live remote from Portsmouth where the 140th anniversary of Watson returning home from war on the troopship Orontes! Does it make up for some horrid sound editing on another part of the show? Well, you'll have to find out the hard way. Welcome to the Watsonian Weekly!

Really, I just want to write the description for the next "Sherlock Holmes is Real" right now, but here we are. Roll into one nation's Thanksgiving with a big scoop of mashed Watson.

You may enjoy hearing some toasts, a Irish John Watson, bisons, or the rising shade against the writer of "Watsoniana," but where else are your going to hear a podcaster that had to fight off a cat during the show? 

Some of us are subtle with mail and things said "joe-cosely," and some of us are not at all, but this is a good week to be bidin' your time with the Watsonian Weekly, if you catch my drift. And if you make it past everything else, you might even find out where the term "Watsonian" first appeared in reference to our friend John H. Watson. So pitter-patter . . .

Take a moment from your stressful week and enjoy talk of cesspools, shocking night creature revelations, and John Watson going out to the terrace to die. (We don't mention the terrace part on the podcast, but . . . yeah.) The Watsonian Weekly is here for you in numbing your time of political dread!

This week, we feature Denmark's capital city, its second largest land predator, Victorian liberalism, and dog policies of tenant housing. And yet, this is still the most entertaining podcast focused on that cutey John H. Watson that you're going to get this week!

Is it Holmesoween or Hallowatson? Either way, you're getting tricks and treats in this wildly fish-tailing episode of somehow Watson-related miscellanea, all presented in a lazy Sunday fashion.

Want to hear about sisters *COMMA* , asses *COMMA*, snackling *COMMA*, and a gathering of Sherlockians that didn't have any of those? It's our Left Coast Sherlockian Symposium follow-up episode, with special guests Phil Bergem, Heather Hinson, and the not-quite-as-special-because-he's-on-a-lot Rob Nunn.

Feeling a bit chaffered? A bit red in the head? Does Watson ape a few folks, and it that a fair assessment? Give us ten minutes or so and you can find out.

No twaddle, but some Twidle this episode as we also talk about Enola, hats, and not much else. It's a short one!

What kind of music did Watson like? What would people sing about Watson? What would Watson himself sing about? And can we have a Watson concert based on all this someday? Time to find out!

After a good bit of John H. Watson Society breaking news, some bits on Portland, Madrid, a menangerie, and Uffa, we present a reader's theater production of "Watson's Lion's Mane," with one of the most diversely voiced casts on a Sherlock Holmes play you will hear this year!

A little later than usual, but we've got winners, we've got pate de foie gras pie, and we've got those chubby little faces you want to see at your Labor Day festivities. It's Watson time!

This week, we find it hard to do Watson news without getting sidetracked on that old East wind. And for the love of Baker Street, somebody get Watson some chocolate!

Two new voices on the podcast this week give us a book review and a 1980s take on Watson as a husband, whilst the old familiars take us down some different alleys in Watsontown.

There's snakes, boxing, caganers, a disappearing Watson, and Watsonians attempting that which must not be attempted. Other podcasts may give you more detailed episode notes, but we . . . well, we don't.

Heavenly bodies align to flavor your wine. Only a fool could make a hunt so cruel. Some banter for the mendicanter. And, no, we weren't stuttering when we said this episode would be a lot like Sussexual Sherlock!  

The search for Watson's treasure begin, a cat Watson, a known Parker, an unknown Anderson, a rappin' Watson, the mystery of how Watson's clothes were clean, and the clients we really wonder about. Hope his red pants are clean enough for Monday, because it's here!

There's talk of Bertillon, magazines, the sun, a Watson that froze Sherlock, and somehow we find our way to Star Wars, and Watson's agent obviously stanning it. Oh, what a tangled web we weave when Watson comes tugging at our sleeve!

This week, the Watsonian Weekly regulars record the podcast together for the first time, and we learn about Richards, gloves, birds and lighthouses, Howard Marion Crawford, Jack Hawkins, and visiting Sherlockian sites (but don't get your hopes up -- we think "Chicago" counts). Actual human interaction this week, give it a listen!

What hath the second meeting of the John H. Watson Society brought to the podcast party? Why so many birds? Bad podcast organization, a good diary entry, and a mysterious movie that only one person is known to have seen? And we had to stop at a half hour for this one, because our Watsonian cup is overflowing!

Let's not bury the lead: Watson is Canonically naked, the exposed facts this episode!  Also, a pleasant conversation with Beth Gallego, the Buttons of the John H. Watson Society, many of Watson's words of the week, a slop shop deciphered, and can you really head down to Watsontown? It's all here!

Watson's word of the week may be "sour," but he still seems to have an interest in music halls and lintels. We get to hear a lot of things about foreign editions from Don Hobbs, Sherlockiana's foremost expert on the subject, and if you stick around to the end of this longer-than-usual episode, you might even get a happy little song shipping Doctor Watson with one of the best potential mates in the...

Bull pups, hounds, an almanac, and "My God! It's Watson!" Even if it's Watson, Oklahoma, you'll find a little tiger in your Watson. And this episode, we actually talk to each other!

A little report on this year's online Scintillation of Scions symposium, poetry, Canonical characters in their forties, a movie Watson in his childhood, Vicar Roundhay, and more! (Watson as a muskrat.)