Richard J J Bridle
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Richard J J Bridle
@richardjjbridle.bsky.social
Author at brownhatstories.com
The World of Inspector Fatima Dieng
Tales of Propitious Peregrinations
The House of Comens
Getting no joy on the phone or by email, she mounted an invasion.

“Mr Passchen.”

“Present, Madame. Did you have a reservation? Vous avez une réservation?”
October 8, 2026 at 11:03 AM
There you have it. In itself, it could be a tidbit – though not a Timbit®, ha ha – of vaguely salacious news. But, as he himself had foretold, no one was focussed on the General. The story to be told was that of the other protagonist: one Paul Passchen.
October 7, 2026 at 11:27 AM
“Of course, one acknowledges that he and you had a very special relationship.”

The words may have differed from one honoured guest to another, but they all basically said the same thing.
October 6, 2026 at 10:54 AM
Such was my welcome home from my experiences at the hands of the Ottawa Police Service, no doubt just doing their job, and all of that guff.
October 5, 2026 at 11:16 AM
I had not noticed, until it was slammed onto the table in front of me, that he had been carrying a plate with the most delectable food on it. His culinary judgement was, as ever, superior to all others.

“Thank you, J-C, and please accept my apologies.
October 4, 2026 at 11:53 AM
Yes, I do hear you. In the normal course of events I should be introducing the lady facing me across the table. Indeed, given that – you noticed, didn't you? – I have already made mention of her, I am already well behind schedule.
October 3, 2026 at 12:41 PM
“Why, Sir, do you think he would normally want to sit with his back to the wall?”

“Basic security in the field.”

No sooner had the words left my lips than I wanted to kick myself, hard. Never say too much nor too little. I was guilty of the first sin.
October 2, 2026 at 11:01 AM
Yes, once again – without a doubt, given your razorlike attention, you will recall when this had previously been the case – I was obliged to face interrogation at the hands of the Ottawa Police Service.
October 1, 2026 at 11:09 AM
“Good night, sweet prince, now hath bestowed
This very day everything that I was owed.”
— Évette Martin

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The House of Comens comes to the stage, And we begin to get a taste Of what will become an enduring Conflict between the rival ruling Individuals, Paul and Évette, Neither of whom is prepared to le...
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September 30, 2026 at 10:55 AM
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THIS 👇 HERE IS SICKENING......
September 29, 2026 at 11:05 AM
“Réponds-lui, Tonton.
Pourquoi tu ne montres pas à tout le monde
Comment nous allons vaincre ce con?”
— Béatrice Ngom

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Armed Rivalry at the House of Comens — Brown Hat Stories
The House of Comens comes to the stage, And we begin to get a taste Of what will become an enduring Conflict between the rival ruling Individuals, Paul and Évette, Neither of whom is prepared to le...
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September 29, 2026 at 10:38 AM
“Know though that you shall have contravened my right
To live out my days in the way that I choose.
Of course, you’ll use stealth. I’ll have no sight
Of your craft, since I’m now married to the booze.”
— Ian Comens
September 28, 2026 at 10:54 AM
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The right’s “nO moRE taXeS” refrain is such bullshit.

Tax is good!

Tax is how we get all the good things that we all rely on. We just need to make tax fair.

Tax capital gains, tax the rich.

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September 27, 2026 at 9:41 AM
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You take our bike lanes, we take the road.

Toronto showed up Friday night.
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September 27, 2026 at 12:40 PM
“I know you, and you don’t need me to read your runes. I’ll just tell you this, young man, whatever your name may be now or in the future. You have had many lives, most of them today forgotten. You had fame then, of a kind, even though you were not so popular.
September 26, 2026 at 11:12 AM
Contrary to the practice on the other side of what is often referred to as the pond, aka the Atlantic Ocean – I reference, of course, continental Europe, without the misnamed United Kingdom
September 25, 2026 at 11:29 AM
There is one other important and relevant characteristic of the House of Comens that merits mention here.
September 24, 2026 at 10:50 AM
Now, I think it is time that I put your powers of observation to the test. This is not a simple matter of memorisation of various facts that I may from time to time have divulged. Rather, it is an issue of synthesis and, thereby, analysis.
September 23, 2026 at 1:13 PM
“You and I, we are Canadians, but we are also interlopers. All of this land, including, as you know very well, where we sit at present, before we came to usurp it, was under the stewardship of indigenous peoples.
September 22, 2026 at 10:10 AM
There was seemingly indeed a fully developed, and brilliantly choreographed and executed Plan B, in which I was cast in the supporting role of Stooge.
September 21, 2026 at 10:53 AM
The message, for that is what it was, even if it clearly derived from none of the apps installed on the phone, remained visible for, I would estimate, about ten seconds, before it disappeared to be replaced by the familiar image of the Great Leader.
September 20, 2026 at 11:47 AM
The one saving grace of that particular brand of curiosity is that indeed it stays true to its name, and remains idle.
September 19, 2026 at 1:26 PM
“You’re the man with balls, aren’t you? I seem to have been left alone to settle the bill, but I think I’ve mislaid my credit card. Be a good man and call my office tomorrow. They’ll take care of it.”
September 18, 2026 at 10:54 AM
With, then, the dicky knee, no cane, an over-enthusiastic push, and an unseen largish pebble, I suddenly went sprawling forward onto the ground, nastily grazing my nose...
September 17, 2026 at 10:55 AM