Congratulations Steven Moffat! You took a paragon of 18th century feminine prowess and turned her into a prostitute, a blackmailer, and, perhaps worst of all, just another stupid girl waiting by the phone. You ruined Irene Adler for everyone.
The brilliance of Sherlock lies in its modernization of the characters and their preoccupations while keeping true to the spirit of the original works. And it does this so brilliantly that I've been counting down to the release of the upcoming third series for well over a year. Now that we're in the home stretch I thought I'd take a little time over the next six days to revisit the previous six episodes.