Sometimes, I Think...
…I’m too old-fashioned for this world. Being an unabashed pervert and also having very 19th-Century attitudes toward fidelity, trust, friendship and sexual responsibility is no picnic. I am constantly disappointed by people, especially when I may have held them in too high a regard in the first place, thinking that they, like me, were, now matter how perverted, still fairly harmless.
If I could just live in a flat with my Platonic gentleman friend and solve perplexing mysteries for a living, I think I’d be in heaven. Then I would fake my own death in Switzerland and travel around the world in secrecy dismantling a vast criminal empire, until, years later, I approach my steadfast friend in disguise and dramatically reveal my true identity before embarking on an all-new series of mysterious adventures that would delight the British reading public.
