I've been thinking about that long and hard, and the only solution I can find is that ... it was Em. I mean, there just isn't anyone who wouldn't want two penguins tearing the place apart, eating everything, and importing vast amounts of fish. They're so sweet.
I think she was trying to create a mystery, to get Sherlock Holmes and Watson in here. And I think it all relates to tweed. Kilts for wallpaper. Sherlock's cloak. It's my belief that we have uncovered Emily's tweed fetish. All that time living in Scotland.
Bob (or Fred) is eating that dreadful notice, at this moment.
And it's after 1pm! It's Thursday!
Oh, Brian!!
Hey! That was last Thursday. You can't bring that man in here. I'll set the penguins on him.
Hmmm ...? What ...? Can't talk now, I'm ... er... oh! ... aaah! ... busy.
Ewww....
Come along, Fred, Bob, you really don't want to see what's going on in there.
Hi Tav, why are the penguins sulking? At least it's shut them up.
They're not sulking, I'm trying to protect them from WEIRD STUFF like Brian Sewell worship. It could fry what's left of their tiny minds....
I just made a new sign for the Shrine, for health and environmental reasons.
I though the smell of rotting herring gave the place an interesting... ambience.
Now they will be out in the carpark with them like banished smokers...
Yes, it is a bit much. I don't like actually *banning* things - I mean, who knows where that might lead? Couldn't we have a fish-eaters area?
Tweed fetishist. It's that rough scratchiness, isn't it?
The basement would seem the logical place. It already has the sushi bar.
I'm confused. Why is the basement the best place for Sherlock Holmes?
