Reading comics wasn’t always a sign of a well-balanced education and a keen sense for quality. Back in the sixties, it particularly showed you somehow never really grew up (or something). Which elevates mr. John Steed, esq. even higher in my standards, as this screenshot will attest, from the rather amusing mix of (real) Avengers fragments, Someone has stolen Big Ben. Of course, Tintin has always been a sign of bon chic bon genre…
(Someone has stolen this from Facebook)
