Caught up with the Falkirk Gamera Fan Collective

He was nice

"Lou? Lou? It's Marvin. Your cousin, Marvin Bega?"

The number of different languages offered as evening classes at your nearest community college or equivalent

In the last couple of years mine has gone from twelve to: French

I have just learned that although Finnish and Icelandic have almost nothing in common as languages, these four words mean and sound exactly the same in both:

-Meistari (master)
-Keisari (emperor)
-Runkari (masturbator)
-Súkkulaðirúsína (chocolate raisin)

The Finnish word for an auction, huutokauppa, means “shout market” (or “shouting shop”)

* read on for more of my favourite Finnish words (a thread in honour of today being Day of the Finnish Language)…

Politics has unexpectedly hit a special interest of mine so here is a quick rundown on the Avignon Papacy.

Ooh, challenge mode

Og der blir alt oppklart! Definitivt!

Skal noen dø i denne episoden må de skynde seg

Det var ikke livet før denne serien. Gud sa: La det bli et hotell der altfor mange papirtynne rollefigurer ligger med hverandre og dør, og det ble osv.

Oppsummeringen: dette må vel være episode ni, ikke sant?

Nei det blir såvidt Heltene fra Telemark

Oho, nå blir det spiongreier

Lik i sauna, jeg prøver å spise her

Er danskene det eneste paret der ingen er utro?

Så langt, iallfall?

Helst presentert i samme format som introen til Matador

Sjelden har jeg hatt mer behov for en "i forrige episode"- oppsummering

Microsoft Word 95-ass tekst-kunst på tittlene

NIBBLED BY HADDOCK AND CARP

De som skaffer rekvisittene til Poirot tror vi er imponert når en eller annen rollefigur leser en autentisk, tidsriktig avis eller noe sånt

Men jeg lurer hver gang på hvorfor den rollefiguren gjemmer seg bak et fillete dameblad som åpenbart er åtti år gammelt

🚨 FRANCES DE LA TOUR KLAXON 🚨

Alle: - Å, herr Poirot! Er De her for å undersøke et mord?
Poirot: - Neida, jeg er bare på besøk/ferie/gjennomreise!

*det skjer et mord*

Alle: *ser på Poirot*
Poirot: - Jammen faen da

Gratulerer! 🎂🎈👑

autoerotic defenestration

That's three times this small child has fallen on his arse while telling his fellow bus passengers to "hold on tight evruhbodee"

Two messages. The first: It's 8pm and I'm sat in a freezing church listening to a band that just does folk songs about the moomins being queer The second: The bass from the gay moomin folk band has just made a small child cry

Texts I send from my normal job:

If you're doomscrolling, guess what? So far there are 51 kākāpō chicks hatched and thriving this season, the same number of birds as we had in TOTAL in the 90s! Only one chick has died and there are still fertile eggs waiting to hatch!

Pining for the good old days when you could get decent snake oil.

Thursday morning and the sky is the colour of a gunslinger's eye