Stop Shouting at the Telly!
"No! No, no, no, no, no! This is not right!"
"What are you on about now?"
"Can't they see? They've given it out wrong!"
"What are you even watching?"
"I don't know. An awards thing."
"You're watching awards telly? Why?"
"It's this or Monty Python."
"Oh? Which one is it?"
"We are not watching that. It is far too much stupid in the span of two hours."
"And this... crap telly isn't?"
"The audience showed more enthusiasm towards the first programme-"
"Sherlock, the audience doesn't decide. The audience is just a bunch of celebrities. The vote's already in."
"Well, why would they give out an award for something that has less applause? It's obvious that the other one is more widely received with good graces!"
"It's not their decision, Sherlock."
"Says who?"
"I don't know... The rules."
"Oh, rules, rules are stupid! They have to be wrong!"
"Just because you don't agree with the choice-"
"I don't care about the choice. I don't know what this Britain's Got Talent or Who Do You Think You Are? or Would You Rather...? is, and I, quite frankly, don't care, but it's obvious what people like best when you take the applause into consideration!"
"Well, the applause doesn't matter."
"It should!"
"You know, I think you get more out of insulting the telly rather than really watching it."
"Obviously, the directors of this... programme do not understand how to tally such things. It's despicable. They can't say it's 'Number One' or 'The Best' when it's obviously not!"
"Okay." John pushed away from the study desk, grabbing the remote off of the armchair. "If you're just going to sit there and insult it, I'm turning it off. I could be watching Monty Python and actually enjoying it, unlike you seem to do with the telly that you watch."
"If you turn on Monty Python, I will really have a reason to think of insults."
John paused for a moment, hand still around the remote. He quickly went through the pros. And the cons.
... The cons outweighed the pros.
John sighed, dropping the remote again.
The Emmys. The miniseries category is announced. I'm so excited that I start shaking. Of course, I had said to myself that we probably wouldn't win. However. Losing supporting actor. Losing writer. Losing LEAD ACTOR. Losing the whole category. Even though I had said that I had prepared myself... I was almost in tears. Not to mention the shouting. And the general shaking from anger. I feel. So bad. For Benedict.
Don't think I'm ungrateful. I'm so, so glad that Sherlock got nominations at all. It's brilliant. It just doesn't... help with the crippling sadness.
Anyway, I feel like John would be one to like Monty Python. I'm all with Sherlock on that one. I hate it. No offense. xD Well, shock blankets and chocolate to all of you who are mourning the Emmy loss. Thanks for reading!