Pun based title, when I think of one

Valkoposkihanhi translates literally as 'white cheeked goose'; in English it's the barnacle goose. Supposedly there was a belief in the Middle Ages that they hatched from barnacles. Crazy, and I suspect they knew that perfectly well. But if they did come from barnacles, they must be fish, right? So you could eat them on Fridays. There's a happy coincidence (not for the geese). I've just enjoyed a rare summer trip to Finland, and I encountered this group of birds in a park while walking along the shoreline of the lake at Lahti . My first thought was, 'Those aren't Canada geese...' No they're not, in fact I think they have quite attractive markings. I haven't been to Lahti before - it doesn't have a major women's ice hockey team - but it's yet another very pleasant Finnish city. Internationally it may be best known as a winter sports centre . Two huge ski jumping towers are visible on the city skyline. It also has a notable Motorcycle ...

I so hate this cover. The cover of this edition of Armadillo , a novel by William Boyd from 1998. I confess that for these book reviews, to save time, I often filch an image from Google. Always of the same edition as the book I actually read. I was interested to see there have been a huge number of different cover designs, hence many different editions, for no doubt a very successful book. However, despite Google displaying a fair number of variations of this particular cover , none looked quite right. This execrable colour scheme seemed to have defeated everybody. So I've taken a pic of the actual copy I read. My rendering here is quite faithful, except for the shift from the shade at the top to the lighter one below. I'm perversely pleased with the visible stains (not perpetrated by me).  It was the last book remaining from a recent batch lent by a book swapping cousin . I have found her taste and judgement very good, and discovered many good new writers thanks to her....

I want to say that cinema's going to pot, but maybe it's just me that's jaded. I only went to an actual film theatre once, and that was to see the latest Alien film, much of which was a retread of the first Alien film I saw um over forty years ago I believe. It wasn't a total waste of time; at least it sidestepped the pointlessly distracting mythos of mankind's foundation which was introduced in Prometheus and Covenant .  I used to rely on Simon Mayo and Mark Kermode's film reviews on Radio 5 for new films to investigate, but since they decamped elsewhere I've been left with Empire magazine for reviews which I don't trust so much. The basic point is about just knowing what new films are out. But these days they merge films tv series and even games into their star reviews section. So book reading continues to dominate my cultural mindscape. There were three books which made an impact on me this year. The first was  Use of Weapons by Iain M. Banks ...