The Watsonian Weekly

It's a lazy holiday weekend episode with two regulars off and Madeline Quiñones stepping in for Watson's Word of the Week. Hear the bittern boom, find out what happened to the first bull pup, and how a four-in-one featured Watson of the Week works. It's the last episode of season two, and . . .

(That's your cliffhanger.)

In this Watsonian Weekly Christmas Eve special, we give you a bit of the usual and a little Christmas story that spins off of "Speckled Band." If nothing else, it might help you drift off before Santa shows up at your house.

Somehow, one member of the team going on Christmas break sends the podcast spinning into . . . well, just a shorter podcast. Just eleven minutes and thirty-six seconds, at which point it's definitely over and you should turn off your app, close the web page, or whatever your method of listening is.

While we do hit Christmas, drunkenness in the Canon, and boars, there's a whole lot of chat about Watson's three continental "breakfasts" from the John H. Watson Society.

No on-the-scene reports this week, but some good, solid Watson work anyway, on his coat, classic Watsoniana, and the Watson with the most recorded monkey attacks. It's under twenty minutes, so what have you got to lose?

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!