The crab apples are green

We went to visits my wife's parents recently. Her mother planted a crab apples tree, which has been growing quite nicely. I love crab apples: my parents have a crab apple tree as well. When the fruits turn red, at some point in August, it means that it's time to harvest them and that autumn is going to be here soon. Of course, we are in the heart of July and the crab apples are still very green, as you can see. Still, in the hot summer days, crab apple trees remind me to be patient and help me wait for my favourite season.

William Walter

 J'ai blogué le mois dernier à propos de William Walter, le saucissier qui a été l'une de mes sources de bouffe lorsque je vivais à Montréal, sur le Plateau. Autant dire que William Walter m'a sauvé de la famine. Dans tous les cas, ma table aurait été bien fade sans sa charcuterie. Et je m'en ennuie.

St Swithin's Day

Today is St Swithin's Day. I like to mention it each year. You can read more about the day on the page here (with a lovely image), taken from What to Look for in Summer. If one is to believe the old tale, we are to have a sunny rest of summer. But it also reminds me that we are in the middle of summer and there is less of the season behind us than ahead of us. So I'm always carefully hopeful come St Swithin's Day.

Tilleul?

J'ai pris cette photo il y a quelques semaines. Je ne sais pas trop comment identifier les arbres, mais j'ai demandé à ChatGPT qui m'a dit que c'était peut-être un Tilleul. C'est un gros peut-être. parce que je l'ai pris de loin. Je vais prendre une photo de plus proche la prochaine fois que je passerai dans le coin. Le pire, c'est que j'ai un livret pour identifier les arbres. Je devrais l'avoir sur moi plus souvent. Je vais essayer de me rappeler de l'emporter avec moi lors de ma prochaine promenade.

To Watch The Invisible

I have some exciting (yet somewhat frustrating) crime fiction news. Yopu may remember that back in August 2025 I mentioned that South African crime writer Deon Meyer's novel Blood Safari, which I reread late last year and early this year, was being adapted into a TV series. It was being retitled The Invisible. Or Invisible, I'm not sure, I have seen both. Anyway, I have recently seen the trailer on social media. And it looks really exciting. The only problem is: I have no idea where, if anywhere, it will be available to watch in the UK. Story of my life for any adaptations of Meyer novels, and there are quite a few. Anyway, that's my new crime fiction aficionado mission: finding a streaming service where I can watch it.

Le congé du 14 juillet

 Nous sommes le 14 juillet aujourd'hui. C'est donc la Fête nationale française, parce que c'est l'anniversaire de la prise de la Bastille. Je le souligne à chaque année sur ce blogue, parce que j'aime la Révolution française, notamment parce qu'elle a mené ultimement à l'abolition de la monarchie. Enfin, d'une monarchie. C'est un jour férié en France, mais pas ici en Angleterre, bien entendu. Sauf que, comme mes clients vivent en France, j'ai donc pour ainsi dire un congé forcé au travail. Je ne m'en plaindrai pas: avec d'autres employeurs, je m'étais tourné les pouces pendant tout le 14 juillet en m'ennuyant solide.

The "Bloke Coke"

 Do you remember the time before Coca Cola Zero Sugar? I'm old enough, so I do. I know it has been introduced in the US in 2005, but I know it was first introduced in the UK in July 2006, so twenty years ago. I remember the date because I remember the exact time when I first drank Coke Zero: they were giving sample cans at a train station, to promote the new product. I was travelling back from a wedding that day, with my future wife and my future sister-in-law. Neither like colas (at least my wife doesn't) so I had their share (or maybe only my wife's share, but anyway). I like soft drinks, from time to time, albeit I prefer Pepsi to Coke. I was underwhelmed by Coke Zero: sugar might be unhealthy, but it sure makes a cola taste better than the ones with artificial sweeteners. I sometimes drink Coke Zero, when i feel a bit conscious about my sugar intakes. But it just doesn't taste as good. Oh, and one fun fact about the Coke Zero: here in the UK it was nicknamed the "Bloke Coke", because unlike other low calory soft drinks, it was more appealing to men than women. Apparently, the name Coca Cola Zero sounded more masculin than Diet Coke, but I suspect it was something to do with the black design of the label, and maybe the taste. Anyway, that's my experience of Coke Zero, what's yours?

Une girouette à Brighton

J'ai pris cette photo à Brighton, sur les quais. Brighton étant une ville portuaire, son paysage visuel est occupé par le monde marin et par les activités maritines. Donc, on y voit souvent des bateaux. Ainsi donc, cette girouette a la forme d'un grand voilier. Je trouve que c'est inspiré, puisqu'une girouette bouge au gré du vent. Même si je ne sais pas si celle-là fonctionne ou si elle a été mise là seulement pour faire joli. 

More Man on Fire?

 So I blogged last month about Man on Fire. It's a Netflix spy thriller series freely adapted from a novel by A.J. Quinnell. The book was also made into a movie about twenty years ago. Anyway, I finished watching the series and, while I don't think it's the greatest TV series of its genre, I was thoroughly entertained and it was solid. And I suspect (and hope) there will be more of it. Like many spy thrillers based on a novel, they decided to carry on the story when the source material finishes. Man on Fire ends with a sequel hook. So I guess if the series is a success (I have no idea how popular it is, streaming can be tricky), there will be more seasons commissioned. I sure hope so.

"Couper grossièrement le céleri"

 Un ami a partagé ce meme, je le partage aussi. C'est un calembour pas atroce, mais c'est aussi mon sentiment face au céleri.

Seeing Carmilla

During our time in Brighton, we went to the local Waterstones. I behaved: I only bought one book. But I was very tempted to buy another edition of Carmilla. But since I own the story in at least two different books, including In a Glass Darkly, I resisted temptation. It's more or less the same edition as the one I saw last year in the local bookshop. The colours on the cover are different, darker and more sinister. If, like me, you love classical horror and you start Halloween countdown months before October, Carmilla is a great scary story to get you in the mood early. In fact, I first read it during the summer holidays on 1990. Maybe it's time for me to revisit it. In any case, I suggest you give it a go.

Smoothie costaud

Je suis allé dans un café avec petit loup il y a quelques jours, pensant trouver quelque chose de léger et de rafraîchissant pour endurer la canicule. On a donc commandé des smoothies. J'ai commis un erreur en choisissant le mien: en plus des fruits, il y avait beaucoup de yogourt dedans. C'était frais, mais ce n'était pas vraiment désaltérant. Plutôt comme manger un dessert santé, et je ne suis pas très friand du yogourt comme dessert. Mais bon, c'était j'imagine assez santé. Petit loup m'a aidé à le boire. Plus parce qu'il était curieux qu'autre chose. Et puis il est en pleine croissance, donc a un appétit d'ogre.

Books and Tea

 I recently found this meme on the internet. Loved it, so I decided to share it here. This is very me, I strongly believe in tea and books and reading books while drinking tea.

La Tour à Bières

Quelqu'un se rappelle de La Tour à Bières à Chicoutimi? Et quelqu'un peut me dire si ça existe encore? Sa page Facebook semble être inactive. Je n'ai jamais été un régulier, mais je l'ai visitée quelquefois. C'était d'abord, il y a des années, un restaurant de cuisine sur pierre volcanique, puis c'est devenu un bar et finalement un bar/microbrasserie. Elle a fermé en 2024, puis a réouverte en 2025, sauf qu'en ce moment, on dirait qu'elle est fermée à nouveau. Les temps sont durs pour les microbrasseurs, mais j'aimerais savoir ce qui se passe avec la Tour.

The Fig Tree

I went to the town centre recently, and I passed by the fig tree. The one I mentioned before, time and again. It's not the only fig tree in town, but obviously fig trees are fairly rare, so I noticed this one easily. It's in one of my favourite spots in town, a narrow alleyway that barely anyone notices. The figs are still green, as you can see, I don't think they really truly mature in this country. I associate figs and fig trees with Italy, because the first time I ever ate fresh ones (and fresh from a tree) was during my time in Italy.

L'Opéra du Royaume

Photo prise sur la page Facebook de l'Opéra du Royaume,qui a annoncé dès début juillet que, ben, la saison 2026-2027 sera annoncée en septembre. Pour ceux qui peuvent.

Another Bloody Heatwave

We had a heatwave in May, it was scorching hot. Then, we had one in June, which was even. Well, I guess we had to have a third one, this time in July. It's bad, really bad. At least we don't have amber and red warnings like for the last one, but it's really not good all the same. I am officially fed up with summertime. It started way too early, it's being way too hot for my own comfort. I am spending a lot of my free time just looking at the weather forecast and hoping the hot days will end. Anyway, that's my summer so far, hot, sticky and unpleasant, how is yours?

Question existentielle (406)

Cela faisait un bon bout de temps que je n'avais pas posé de question existentielle. Et il m'est venu en tête une question existentielle aussi brillante qu'érudite. Alors voici donc:

-Dans Don Giovanni de Mozart, en prenant en considération les chiffres donnés par Leporello lors de l'aria du Catalogue, de quelle grandeur et de quel format devrait être ledit catalogue donnant les conquêtes amoureuses de Don Giovanni?

 Pour les amateurs d'opéra et les mozartiens parmi vous.

Thriller Writing Course

You may remember that I went to a Thriller Writing Workshop back in March. Well, more like a course anyway, but there are elements of workshop in it. Anyway, there was another course this month, pretty much the same, but since the first one has proven so useful and also given me some motivation to write, I have decided to go there again. At £25 for six hours, three weeks, that's a good investment, I think.

RIP Marc Messier

Triste nouvelle que je viens d'apprendre: Marc Messier est mort. Un grand acteur québécois, tant dans la comédie que dans les séries dramatiques. Je l'ai surtout apprécié dans Grande ourse et dans la seconde série d'Omertà, où il jouait Paul Spencer, un financier véreux (et homosexuel), pris dans un engrenage entre la mafia, les motards et d'autres groupes criminels, en plus d'être victime d'un chantage. Messier était brillant dans le rôle. Je sais que ce n'est pas son rôle le plus connu, mais pour moi c'était mon préféré. Enfin bref, c'est vraiment triste.

Harry Lime (can you hear the theme?)

As you most likely know if you have been reading this blog, Vienna is not only the city of music, it is also the city of espionage. And thus, it is the setting of The Third Man, a classic Noir spy movie (and book). So from time to time, in souvenir shops and public places, we are reminded of this connection. They even had music box with the antagonist's Harry Lime's theme. Played by Orson Welles. The character, not the theme. You've heard it before, check here. I do regret not buying a piece of movie memorabilia, but the music, as cheerful as it is, ends up being quite unnerving, especially if you know the story.

Le whisky de McAuslan

 Photo prise sur la page Facebook de McAuslan. Je le savais déjà, mais toujours est-il que mon (micro)brasseur préféré au Québec et aussi depuis un certain temps un (micro)distilleur. Je ne suis pas amateur de whisky comme je suis amateur de bière, mais j'aime ça de temps en temps pour accompagner une pinte ou deux. Et puis le whisky de ma microbrasserie préférée, il faudra vraiment que je l'essaie un de ces quatre, lors de mon retour au Québec, peu importe quand ça arrivera.

Beretta (Signature Weapon)

This post is a new entry in my Signature Weapons series, weapons you find in crime fiction and spy fiction and that are used or could be used as signature weapons by protagonists and/or antagonists. So today I am blogging about the Beretta, an Italian gun. I have seen the brand showing up in many crime stories, including a novel I read recently. It's part of the arsenal of the Carabinieri and other police forces around the world. Conversely, it's been used by the mob and still is, whether Italian or not. It's also often featured in the spy thrillers, or at least I have seen the Beretta showing up in the spy novels I read recently. You may not know, but it was the service weapon of a certain British agent (guess who) until it was replaced by another brand (guess which one). Anyway, I'm not sure if the Beretta is in fiction more often held by a good guy or a bad guy, either way it can be a signature weapon.

Rémy Martin

Bon, ben parlons cognac pour un moment. J'ai blogué brièvement sur le Rémy Martin fin mai. Et je me demandais s'il y a quelqu'un parmi mes lecteurs quelqu'un qui en a déjà bu. Je ne m'y connais pas beaucoup en cognac, en fait pas du tout, j'aimerais en savoir plus, je veux éventuellement essayer le cognac, donc je tente de me renseigner. Je n'en fais pas une question existentielle, parce que ça demeure encore trop imprécis. Je ne sais même pas s'i le Rémy Martin est très coté ou non chez les connaisseurs. Alors donnez-moi votre opinion sur cette étiquette et dites-moi ce que vous savez).

Chinese Dragons in Brighton

I took this picture in Brighton, at the Royal Pavilion. To make a long story short, because back in the days, they were really into exotism, more specifically Chinese exotism, they drew heavily on Chinese culture, or at least its stereotypes, to decorate the place. Among other things, Chinese dragons. They were not really genuine (many have wings, for instance), but they are everywhere. Anyway, this dragon is obviously a modern addition, part of a special exhibition. All the same, it's a cool dragon and I wanted to share it here. Life is always better with dragons.

Jouer aux Bouquinistes

 Voici une petite nouvelle heureuse pour les lecteurs de ma région. J'ai trouvé cette photo il y a quelques jours sur la page Facebook des Bouquinistes. Il fallait que je la partage, parce que ma librairie préférée du Saglac et sans doute du Québec vient de prendre un degré de plus de coolitude. Parce que oui, imaginez-vous donc qu'on peut maintenant y jouer aux échecs, au backgammon et aux dames. Bon, je n'ai pas joué à ces jeux depuis des années. Et je vais à Chicoutimi très rarement. Mais quand même, les jeux de société, surtout ceux qui demandent de la concentration et du silence, ça se joue bien dans une librairie. En fait, une librairie est pas mal le lieu idéal pour y jouer.

Camp Night

We are going to a special evening tonight: Wolfie's school is holding its annual camp night. So families of the pupils go camping for one night, or others, like us, just spend the evening there. It is a sort of tradition. I'm never been a fan of camping, having only done it once or twice in my life, I don't really care about minimal comfort and early mornings after a late night, but I don't mind an evening. I actually enjoy the carefree atmosphere. Wolfie never wants to go there, yet once we are there, he doesn't want to go back home. I wonder if the same will happen this year.

Poutine maison

 Petit billet gastronomique: mon père a fait une poutine maison la fin de semaine dernière, quand mon cousin a visité mes parents avec sa blonde et sa mère. Avec frites maison, fromage en grains de la Fromagerie Boivin et de la vraie de vraie sauce brune bien épaisse, pas du petit gravy granulé. La vraie affaire, dans tous les sens du mot. Enfin bref, il m'a envoyé cette photo du festin et il fallait vraiment que je la partage ici.

Scorpio Rising (crime fiction)

 I blogged a few times already about South African crime writer Deon Meyer's latest novel Skorpio. I was hoping to get its translation in English this year, but sadly not. I did a bit of research recently and learned that it's going to be available in... February 2027. That's late, but never mind. I pre-ordered it already. Its English title is Scorpio Rising and, well, scorpions, or a scorpion might be involved. I don't know, it might just be a symbolic association, but all the same, I love when there's the word scorpion in the title of a book, just because. It just sounds dangerous and cool, and kind of nasty in a scary way.

Alexandre le Grand VS les éléphants

 Photo prise dans un livre d'histoire sur la Grèce et Rome, un cadeau de mes parents que j'ai dévoré durant mon enfance. Vous voyez ici une représentation très dramatique de la campagne indienne d'Alexandre le Grand. Je la partage parce qu'enfant, elle m'a fait une forte impression. L'illustration, je veux dire, pas la campagne indienne en elle-même. Mais on croirait y être.

Shadow Chaser

Oh the things I can find in the local bookshop sometimes. I was going there with Wolfie once, I was in the children section with him, and I saw Shadow Chaser. Because I had promised my wife to behave, I did not buy it. That said, I do want to. It's a gamebook and, from what I understand, a medieval fantasy book like the ones I used to read as a child. But a bit less gory than the ones I am used to. All the same, it looks like a great read and I might buy it for his birthday. It should also give us inspiration for our Dungeons & Dragons campaign. Funnily enough, there is a villain, Wolfie's nemesis in the game, with the nom de guerre Shadowman. He looks a bit like the shadowy figure on the front cover of this book. So yes, I think it has my name, errrmmm... I mean, Wolfie's name on it.

Goéland ou mouette?

J'ai pris cette photo à Weymouth dans le Dorset, en 2023, dans la résidence où nous avons passé nos vacances. Comme Weymouth est au bord de la mer, on y trouvait beaucoup de goélands et de mouettes. Je ne sais jamais faire la différence, je crois que c'est une mouette, corrigez-moi si je me trompe. Dans tous les cas, je ne suis pas un grand fan, parce qu'ils peuvent être agressifs quand il en veulent à votre bouffe. Sinon, ben, c'est pas torp mal comme photo.

Pinecone Construction

I took this picture back in 2024, during our holidays in the Isle of Wight, at Robin Hill. There was a whole section of the theme park looking like a building site. I thought it looked kind of funny, something as mundane as a construction company, turned into an attraction for children. For little boys at least: my son Wolfie used to love, and loves still, any construction vehicles. Also, I love pine cones. Pine cones are cool. And it makes for a great name for a construction company. I wish it really existed.

Dix ans ici (Jour du Déménagement)

Photo prise à Brighton. Cest l'Upside Down House et je la partage ici parce qu'elle illustre un peu le sujet du billet. Nous avons emménagé dans notre maison il y a dix ans cette année. En fait non, ce n'est pas tout à fait vrai. Pour être exact, nous sommes devenus propriétaires le 1er juillet 2016. Nous avons emménagé le lendemain. J'ai toujours trouvé ça amusant que le hasard fasse que nous devenions propriétaires ce qui au Québec est le Jour du Déménagement. Notre maison n'est bien entendu pas à l'envers, enfin pas comme la maison de Brighton. Dans un autre sens, oui, elle l'est. Ouch. Désolé, il fallait que je commette ce calembour.

The End of June

Today we are the last day of June. One month of summertime done and dusted, and it has been a trying month from yours truly. Because we had one of the worst heatwaves in history, for one, which really made me struggle. I used to like the month of June, a long, long time ago. Not so much now. Especially since as I got older, I started to seriously struggling with heat. And since June is now generally way hotter than it used to be... Well, it's going to be over soon. Thankfully, the heatwave is gone, for now. I'm bracing myself for the next one, whenever it may be. Until then, I can find some solace knowing that I survived the first month of summer. And you, how was your June? Did you enjoy it?

Barrière de lavande

 Je vais faire un aveu: je ne porte pas dans mon coeur certains de mes voisins. Surtout l'une de nos voisines, que j'appelle la vieille grebiche. Mais il faut lui donner ça: elle est meilleure jardinière que moi. Pas que ce soit très difficile. Le jardin qui borde le nôtre a une allée de lavande. Ma femme déteste l'odeur de la lavande, mais moi j'aime bien. Et je me dis que ça fait entre elle et nous une barrière naturelle plutôt jolie.

London, City of Espionage

This post is part of my City of Espionage series started earlier this year, about, well, cities associated with espionage and intelligence world in both fiction and the real world. This series is itself a part of a broader series of posts about spy thrillers. Today is about London. Of course, London is famous for being the residence and office base of the most famous fictitious secret agent in the world. But he is not the only secret agent that lives in London when he is not on a mission. Of course, London is the city where the headquarters of SIS/MI6 are. Also called Vauxhall Cross. Impressive piece of architecture, which unfortunately I haven't seen in real life just yet. It's in my bucket list. If I can ever take pictures of Vauxhall Cross (one never knows, with the intelligence community), I will share them here. In any case, just because of the MI6 Building, London deserves to be mentioned as a city of espionage. Obviously, it's also an essential centre for the intelligence community.

Larousse 2015

J'ai pris cette photo chez mes beaux-parents, lors de notre dernière visite. Ma belle-mère, qui est francophile et parfaitement bilingue, a donc un Larousse, édition 2015. Je sais que le Larousse n'est pas aussi bon que le Robert, mais je l'ai toujours aimé comme ouvrage de référence. Je me rappelle mon premier Larousse, édition 1990 je crois. La couverture a changé, mais elle a toujours le fameux pissenlit. Quand je vois des pissenlits, je pense d'ailleurs toujours au Larousse.

Dracula (a memory)

Well, the solstice is done and dusted, so days are slowly getting shorter, hopefully the heatwave should be over soon and this is thus time to... get ready for Halloween. I'm not kidding: I start preparing round this time of year. Yes, because this. But it is nothing new to me, I've always started getting on a spooky mind and preparing for Halloween months before. More than 35 years ago, if I'm not mistaken, in the summer of 1990, I first read Dracula by Bram Stoker. Before I watched any adaptation of the famous novel. I had been wanting to read classics of horror for a while and found a copy of Dracula in the local library. I blogged about it in details in a post from 2018. The memory came back to my mind recently. The novel was a revelation to me and it truly started my love of horror. I was interest in the macabre and scary stories before, but as a child my mother wouldn't let me read such things. As a teenager, she couldn't stop me.

Un vieux globe terrestre

Autre photo prise au Royal Pavilion à Brighton. Vous connaissez sans doute (peut-être) mon intérêt pour les globes terrestres et les Atlas. Surtout les globes terrestres. Surtout les vieux globes comme celui-ci, avec des couleurs plus vieilles et défraîchies, un peu fades, et sur un support de bois. On dirait que l'on voyage dans un monde ancien, dans une autre époque. J'aimerais avoir assez de place pour en avoir un comme ça ici. On peut rêver.

A Secret Passage?

 I took this picture in Brighton. To be more specific, at the Royal Pavilion. It looks like nothing, just a wall with wallpaper, but look closer and you will see that it hides a door. A secret door opening to a secret passage. Well, maybe it does. According to what I heard in the audio tour, the Pavilion has or had secret passages. From what I remember, to help staff move from one room to the other without being seen or heard while doing service. But it could be used in a more dramatic setting. Secret passages are a staple of old(er) mystery literature, either crime stories or spy thrillers. In a modern story, they come off as cheating, but I always liked them all the same.

"Du bon fromage pour du bon monde"

Photo prise sur la page Facebook de la Fromagerie Boivin lors de la Saint-Jean. C'était pour souligner la Fête, mais ce n'est pas pour revenir sur le 24 que je le partage ici. En fait, j'ai surtout aimé le message dessus, chaleureux et sans prétention. "Du bon fromage pour du bon monde." Oui, je fais une plogue pour ma région et pour un commerce de la région, je n'ai aucune gêne.

Heat in Isola

I know I'm blogging a lot about Ed McBain's 87th Precinct crime novel series these days, as I am reading the books in order of publication (as much as possible). But it struck me that one novel would be very fitting for this summer, either this heatwave or the next. I blogged about Heat back in July 2024, more specifically about a grossly lying cover on its French translation. I hate heatwaves, but they are more bearable when I read seasonal crime fiction. It makes me hate the heat more, ironically enough. But hey, it's not the only novel of McBain set in summertime. He seemed to consider sunshine as evil as I do (see this post). But hey, if you are looking for summertime crime fiction, you can't go wrong with Ed McBain.

Qui a vu le lièvre?

Je bloguais jeudi dernier sur le lièvre qui visitait mes parents et leurs voisins. Mon père l'avait baptisé Bozo. Je suis conscient que Bozo n'est peut-être plus de ce monde, mais s'il y a eu un lièvre dans les environs, il y a de fortes chances qu'il y en a d'autres. Je vais mettre mon père là-dessus. J'aime bien les animaux sauvages en milieu urbain.

Summerween is a thing

A few days ago, while she was doing a grocery shop online, my wife saw some Halloween articles on sale: Jack O'Lantern cushions or something. It must be a manifestation of Summerween. Yes I know the term, which is our word of the day. Do I think it's too early to think about Halloween? No. Do I do Summerween? Well, yes and no. I don't really put any Halloween decorations out, but some of my autumnal ornaments remain on display all year round. And I do long for Halloween all year, so I make a countdown to the countdown. I start reading horror stories in summertime (albeit maybe not that early) and watch horror related stuff. It helps me cope with the heat and the long days. Be that as it may, I'm glad I'm not the only one to be in a spooky mood already.

Pour un instant...

 Bon, c'est toujours la  la Saint-Jean, notre Fête nationale, alors je partage de la musique québécoise. Comme je suis toujours en deuil de Serge Fiori depuis l'an dernier, je repartage un grand classique d'Harmonium. Dans des temps plus difficiles, comme c'est le cas ces jours-ci, leur chanson la plus émouvante vaut la peine d'être écoutée. En espérant que ça vous donne un instant de joie, ou du moins de calme, pour votre 24.

A Poutine in London

It is Saint John the Baptist's Day, also known as the Nationale Day of Quebec. Even as an expat, I celebrate it every year. On the day itself and, since 2024, in London the Saturday before, at the the Garden Bar. As I mentioned last year, the DGLQ organises every year a special event there for all the Quebec expats living in the UK and their friends and families. It allows me to speak to my fellow Quebeckers (and in French), listen to Québec music and... eat poutine. Far from the best poutine I had, but a decent one, with real cheese curds. This year, they had nothing else on the menu, knowing nobody wanted anything but what we truly long for. By the way, one word about our most famous national dish: make no mistake, this is 100% a Québec invention. With its fairly new popularity, poutine has been often labeled a Canadian dish. Truth is, it has been snubbed by the rest of Canada for years until fairly recently. So I always get a bit miffed when someone claims it's a Canadian dish. Because it's truly Québécois, both in origins and spirit. It's simple, yet unapologetically excessive.

C'est notre tour...

C'est aujourd'hui la Fête nationale du Québec. L'an prochain, ça fera 20 ans que je la fête de l'Angleterre. J'essaie de transmettre à petit loup au moins un peu de québécitude. Petit à petit, année après année, ça fait son effet. Enfin bref, comme à chaque année sur ce blogue, je partage Gens du pays. C'est quand même un bel hymne national sans prétention.

Green Vehicles

 Wolfie and I have noticed it during the school run: there seems to be quite a lot of green cars rolling around these days. We saw a couple of jeeps and I guess green is a normal colour for a jeep, but also "ordinary" cars. And all sorts of green: Lincoln green, forest green, olive green, lime green. But mostly forest green, I think. My son and I love green, but my wife doesn't. Anyway, back in 2023, we had noticed a high number of orange vehicles, this year green seems to be in fashion, at least where we are.

Pendant ce temps, à Montréal...

 Nouvelle déprimante que je tenais à mentionner ici: il y a eu une fusillade à Côte-des-Neiges, faisant deux victimes, un civil et un agent du SPVM. Phoque. Je m'en suis rendu compte sur le tard hier, en allant sur les réseaux sociaux. Deux jours avant la St-Jean, en plus, ce qui fait encore plus mal. Je ne veux pas trop commenter sur le sujet, mais lisez la chronique de Patrick Lagacé, je pense pas mal dans ces eaux-là. J'ai mal à mon Montréal aujourd'hui.

Amber/Red Warning

We are going through a week in Hell: it is a heatwave. Not the first this summer, but by far the worst yet: the Met Office gave an amber warning of extreme heat from Monday until Tuesday, and a red warning from Wednesday until Thursday inclusively. It should go as high as 37 degrees. This is pure madness. I don't understand how people can be happy about this and thinking it's all just fine and they say it's lovely sunshine and so on. I think it's sheer masochism. So yeah, I keep hydrated, I stay in until evening comes, I just brace myself and cannot wait for summer to be over.

La veille de la St-Jean

 Demain c'est la Saint-Jean-Baptiste, la Fête nationale du Québec. Je vais essayer de la fêter du mieux possible, même si ce n'est pas un jour férié et que nous avons une canicule. Je me souviens de certaines veilles de la Saint-Jean où l'on célébrait autant sinon plus que le 24 juin. J'ai passé quelques Saint-Jean un peu lendemain de veille en tout cas. Mais bon, c'est demain le grand jour.

Introducing Cotton Hawes (87th Precinct)

As you know, this year I have been reading Ed McBain's 87th Precinct series, as much as possible in order of publication. So I recently read Killer's Choice, the fifth entry of the series. The novel is significant in the series for a number of reasons: one of the detectives of the 87th gets murdered, for one, and it's also the debut of Detective Cotton Hawes in the series. Cotton Hawes was invented by McBain at the request of his publishers to provide the series with a ladies' man (the other cops are rather monogamous). Hawes is tall, muscular, redheaded except for a shock of white hair (caused by a knife wound) and of course handsome. I hadn't paid all that much attention to Hawes in the past. I'm not sure if it's because most of the series' entries I read often did not feature him prominently or just that others caught my attention. But now that I have read his debut, I will see the character in a new light.

Pain fleurdelisé

J'apprends sur la page Facebook de Première Moisson qu'ils font des pains pour la Fête nationale. Un pain avec une fleur-de-lis dessus. Autant dire un pain fleurdelisé. Achetez-le si vous le pouvez et prenez-le en toasts au déjeuner. Il doit être aussi bon que beau.

Summer Solstice

 Today is the summer solstice. So the official or astronomical first day of summer, although in my book the season truly starts with the month of June. Be that as it may, we're in a heatwave, with temperatures going up to 30 degrees today. And it is the longest day of the year. The horror, the horror. I don't like summertime, I don't like long days and I don't like heat. I know, I'm a strange beast, I'm weird, but I know I'm not alone. So yes, I am not really in a great mood today. If only it was a cool and rainy day, it would be bearable, but no. There is one thing, and truly one thing I like about the solstice: once it is over, it means that the days are going to get shorter and shorter. It's going to be long until we feel it, but it gives me some level of solace.

Fête des Pères

C'est aujourd'hui la fête des Pères, que je fête depuis 2016, quand ma femme m'a offert une carte avec une photo du phoetus qui allait devenir notre petit loup. Il prépare avec sa mère quelque chose, je ne sais pas quoi. Sans doute au moins une carte, ils me donnent toujours une carte à la fête des Pères, toujours très élaborée parce que Wolfie a pleins d'idées. Mais j'ai souvent eu des cadeaux: des bas, des livres, du thé, etc. Je me fais gâter, disons. Alors donc, je me demande ce que ce sera cette année.

Brighton Rock (Cocktail)

I'm blogging again about our last holiday in Brighton. During our stay here, we went to a pizzeria named Pinocchio. But I'm not going to blog about their pizza (this will be for another post). I wanted to blog about a cocktail my wife drank there. My wife seldom drinks alcohol, even on holiday. When she does, she goes for sugary cocktails, like this one. It's called a Brighton rock, in honour of the confectionery of the same name. It has gin, blue Curaçao (no surprise there) and... A chunk of Brighton rock. Verdict? It tastes disgusting. My wife didn't like it, I had a sip and didn't like it. I'm not surprised: it looks radioactive. But hey, it looks pretty in a glass. Anyway, now that you have the recipe for it, you can try it if you are brave.

Voir à 360 degrés

 Photo prise à Brighton, lors de nos dernières vacances. Notre séjour a été pour moi un peu en dents de scie: il y a des choses que j'ai beaucoup aimées, certaines beaucoup moins. Et il y a aussi des expériences qu'il fallait vivre rien que parce que. C'était le cas de Brighton i360, une tour avec une soucoupe qui monte et descends, tout en tournant comme un boulon sur une vis. On peut voir la ville, la mer, on peut même boire un verre. Bon, le choix de boissons, avec ou sans alcool, n'était pas terrible, et pour ce que j'imagine être des raisons de sécurité les verres et coupes étaient en plastique, mais quand même. Disons que ça avait malgré tout un petit côté glamour, surtout qu'on a une belle vue sur la mer. J'ajouterais en conclusion que la ville est plus jolie vue de haut.

Blackjack (Signature Weapon)

 This is my new post in the Signature Weapons series. Today's weapon is an oldie: the blackjack. I don't think I have seen one in real life, but they do pop up from time to time in old crime fiction stories, generally in pulp stories. Generally wielded, as far as I remember, by villains, when they knock the hero unconscious with one. Because yes, it's a bludgeoning weapon. It's quite a nasty one too, from what I read, as it is capable of causing permanent injuries, even death. So don't let its small size fool you. Because it can easily be concealed, I can easily see it making a come back. I still think the blackjack fits a villain more than a hero. That said, I must make a confession here: there is one think I love about blackjack, and that its name. It just sound elegant and cool. Like the eponymous card game (which I think I played once or twice), it just has a sort of posh aura, in complete contrast with its true nature. This is another why I think it would fit a crime story nicely and enhances its atmosphere somehow.

Dixie (Harmonium)

Parce que c'est notre Fête nationale bientôt, je crois que c'est le temps de partager des chansons québécoises. Je suis encore en deuil de Serge Fiori depuis l'an dernier, alors je partage une toune d'Harmonium. Je dis toune à dessein, comme vous le savez si vous avez déjà écouté Dixie. Une chanson festive qui est quant à moi incontournable le 24 juin.

Spy Secret Messages

I love Usborne books for children, and so does Wolfie, so I end up buying lots of them. And they have a handful of books of espionage games and activities. There is one we particularly like, especially when we travel, it's called Spy Secret Messages. It's a small pocket book, smaller than a pocket book actually, and it's all about deciphering spy codes and finding the meaning of messages. It's really great fun. The only drawback is that soon we will have finished every activity in the book. I guess I will need to find more gamebooks in the genre, from Usborne and others.

Où est passé le lièvre?

 Vous vous rappelez peut-être qu'il y a quelques années, mes parents avaient un lièvre qui passait partout dans le voisinage. Mon père l'avait baptisé Bozo. J'ai retrouvé des vieilles photos qu'il m'avait envoyées. Et ça m'a fait penser: qu'est-il arrivé à Bozo? Ou à ses descendants, parce qu'il ne doit pas y avoir qu'un lièvre dans le coin chez mes parents. Mon père ne m'a pas envoyé de photo de lièvre depuis un bout de temps, 2023 je crois. Enfin bref, j'espère que Bozo le lièvre se porte bien.

Man On Fire

 Well, here I am, plugging another spy thriller, and another Netflix series. This time it's Man on Fire. I started it very recently, so I'm not sure if the series will hold on, but so far so good. It's about a former CIA operative who has to protect the orphaned daughter of his assassinated mentor from terrorists. It's set in Brazil and, like I said, so far so good. Nothing terribly original, but nothing horrible either, the plot keeps me invested in it. I know it's freely adapted from a novel from A.J. Quinnell and that it was already adapted in a 2004 movie, which I haven't seen, so the story is all new to me. If I am still satisfied when I finish it, I might buy the novel. Anyway, if you read the source material, or watched any of its adaptations, let me know in the comments. Please no spoilers.

On parle des Bouquinistes

 Petite nouvelle à propos d'une nouvelle qui maintenant date un peu (très peu, mais quand même un peu). Je l'ai apprise par le biais de la page Facebook des Bouquinistes: on a écrit un article dans la grosse Presse sur eux. Plus précisément, sur leur transformation en librairie coopérative. Enfin bref, j'en recommande la lecture. Je suis un client assidu des Bouquinistes. Enfin, quand je vivais au Saguenay. Je me rappelle quand la librairie n'était guère plus grosse qu'un comptoir et deux pièces, l'une un espace plus petit pour la section jeunesse. Je suis heureux qu'ils aient encore pignon sur rue à Chicoutimi, même si je ne peux pas les visiter avec la même assiduité.

A book about volcanoes

 You might not know it, unless you have been reading this blog for a while. Anyway, a long, long time ago, my brothers and me, particularly PJ, were kind of obsessed about volcanoes. Well, it seems that Wolfie is following on our footsteps: this is the book he picked up at school to read this week. I will try to pick it up and give it a read before he has to hand it back.

La St-Jean (et un peu de Paul Piché)

Ce sera notre Fête nationale dans un peu plus d'une semaine, je m'en voudrais de ne pas bloguer sur le sujet un peu avant le jour J. Le Québec, j'essaie de le fêter tous les jours, surtout en rappelant à mon fils d'où il vient, enfin d'où sont ses racines. Quand vient le mois de juin, je sors les drapeaux du Québec. J'écoute aussi de la musique québécoise. (En passant, pour la petite histoire, j'en écoute à l'année longue, pas seulement le 24 juin). Et ça m'est venu en tête: il faudrait que j'en mette un peu plus sur ce blogue. Donc, ben, comme j'ai pas mis de Paul Piché depuis 2022, voici une de ses tounes.

 

8 Pints of Milk

Here is a little anecdote for you. I had to buy eight pints of milk for the school's fayre last Saturday. To pour in coffee and tea (patently absurd in tea, but I digress). I thought it was too much milk for what we needed, but since I was tasked to do it, I did it. So I stopped at the local Sainsbury's in the morning. They were out of semi-skimmed milk bottles of the right size. So I asked one of the employees there. He asked me to give him less than five minutes and in the meantime, he told me where the find the other bits and bots I had to buy. A really helpful guy. I thought he would come back late telling me they were completely out of stock, but no. Within five minutes, on the dot, he was walking with the milk bottles. As I always like to show my gratitude for helpful staff, I told him he was a man of his word. he replied: "If I was not a man of my word, what kind of man would I be?" Which I think deserves to be a new great unknown line. I might use it in my writing one day, in any case I thought I'd share it on the blog. But yes, eight pints of milk was way too much.

Lecture sur le quai

 Bon, ce n'est pas parce que ça arrive une fois par année que le Salon du Livre du Saguenay Lac-Saint-Jean, chôme le reste du temps. Il y a donc une soirée de lecture sur le quai à La Baie, sur le Quai Laurier-Simard. Le 18 juin, ou le 17 juin s i on prévoit de la pluie le 17.

Shiny Gems

A few weeks ago, Wolfie and I went to the local toy shop. Not to buy anything, just to see what there was available, see if we could find as a present idea for the next birthday, or just the next special celebration. Every time we stop, I get a few pictures, as a reminder for the future. And this is one of the things that caught Wolfie's attention: a bag of "shiny gems". I can see rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds. All in plastic. They'd make for great MacGuffins in some of our games, especially our Secret War Game. And for props at D&Dr. But the nicest thing about these shiny gems is that, unlike real ones, they're quite cheap.

La devanture de William Walter

Mon père a pris cette photo de la devanture de William Walter, sur le Plateau Mont-Royal, je crois. SYmpathique. Les saucisses de William Walter, ça a été la base de bien des repas dans mes belles années à Montréal, quand mes frères et moi on avait envie de fêter sans prétention. J'y allais aussi le midi pour me commander un hot dog. Enfin bref, souvenirs, souvenirs.

Lying Book Cover (87th Precinct)

My year in crime fiction reading has been marked by the return of Ed McBain's 87th Precinct in my to be read list. It had been long overdue and I intend to read some more before the end of the year. And, as much as possible, in order of publication. Anyway, one funny little thing I noticed on the cover of The Con Man, is that the cover shows a man holding a gun, which is misleading: this man is definitely not the antagonist of the novel. Because the main villain does not use a gun: he's a swindler who murders his victims by poisoning them with arsenic. He may be one of the Detectives, but S&W revolvers were the service weapons at the time the story was written. So this cover is lying. Well, covers always lie, and it did not stop me for enjoying The Con Man. But I thought it was funny all the same.

La Cabane Lulu

 Bon, je m'inquiétais depuis un bout de temps à propos de la Chocolaterie Lulu. Depuis un bout de temps, je ne voyais aucune activité sur la page Facebook, en tout cas pas depuis 2024(!). Mais je respire: j'apprends qu'ils ont maintenant ouvert deux casse-croûtes, un à Chicoutimi et un à Metabetchouan. Avec des murs roses, c'est assez mignon, même si un peu bonbon à mon goût.

"Shark Bites"

Well, what do you know. I blogged about sharks about two weeks ago, I blogged about a book of sharks two days ago, so what do I spot at Wolfie's school's latest books sale? Another book about sharks. It's titled Shark Bites, it even comes with a cool shark tooth necklace. But they got me with the cover. Wolfie was not too keen on it, but since he wanted two other books and it was three for two, we got the Shark Bites one too. I can't wait to read it together. I guess he will end up with the tooth necklace, but hey.

Limoilou 2

 Autre photo prise par mon père en 2021 à Limoilou. Quelqu'un peut me dire ce que c'est?

The chill in the air

Sometimes, one counts his blessings, knowing it will not last. We had one dreadful heatwave and another one is forecast, starting this weekend. But since the end of the last one, we had surprisingly cool weather. With lots of rain, but not only rain: I actually had to wear long sleeve shirts and light jumpers to stay warm. It struck me a few days ago: my wife had opened the bedroom windows, it made the whole place feeling chilly and cool, and oh so fresh, it truly felt wonderful. Almost autumnal, although not quite (my favourite season has a different smell). Still, it made me forget that summer has only started. I'm really enjoying this.

Les longues journées d'école

Je n'envie pas Wolfie ces jours-ci. Dans les semaines d'été (parce que bon, juin c'est l'été) qui mènent aux vacances, c'est de plus en plus pénible d'aller à l'école et de devoir y passer ses journées, beau temps mauvais temps. Je me rappelle de moi à son âge, comme les vacances semblaient s'éloigner à mesure qu'on s'en rapprochait. Au moins, lorsque j'étais enfant, on terminait l'année scolaire beaucoup plus tôt, à environ un mois d'avance. Donc, je ne l'envie pas, parce que je vois comme il trouve le temps long.

"Mad about... Sharks"

Last year, as I had suddenly turned unemployed and had plenty of time on my hands, I spent a fair deal of it in charity shops. I fumbled upon a children book about sharks, aptly titled Mad about... Sharks. As I explained to the cashier: "For £0.50, it's in my price range." Which I think deserves to be a great unknown line. Anyway, it's cheap, but it's educational, and of course it's a great opportunity for me to read it with Wolfie. We both love to learn about sharks. Especially at this price.