Yesterday, I missed a really important birthday — the always wonderful Tintin was 90 years old! His first adventure was published by Herge on January 10, 1929 in a small Belgian paper.
In 1961, when I was slipping between 11 and 12, my father was working in the south of France and I stayed with him in Nice for eight to ten weeks. It was there that I first came in contact with the boy wonder. Other than buying fruit in the market and playing soccer on the beach with local kids, reading Tintin was a major source of French lessons for me. Later in the 1960s, we had an animated version on TV in England; and some years ago, the Everloving bought me for Christmas two wonderful Tintin books. He has always been one of my favourites.
Stephen Spielberg and Peter Jackson made a very creditable movie version a few years back; I hope there will be sequels.