This is what I thought of:

Plus Father Ted and The IT Crowd.

This is hypnotic, I’ve just watched it ten times through.

Just remember, you need a marmite, not a marmot.

In Geneva they have a national holiday celebrating the time an invading army was defeated by a pot of soup dropped on the leader’s head, L’Escalade.

Will have to try that, thanks.

I had a colleague who would eat half her lunch at her desk and then put the leftovers in the bin under the desk. After the second vinegar fly infestation we traced it to her sloppy habits. Tried to train her out of it, didn’t work. Eventually I just took the bin away so she had to walk to the kitchen with her rubbish,…

I can cope with most bug stories, but as soon as ‘burrowing into soft flesh’ comes up - blurgh. Senegal, on to the black list you go.

Argh, that’s horrible. Your user name is very apt.

Australian too, although not many lizards around in Melbourne. Had to deal with the odd skink corpse captured by the cats but no underwear invasions.

I sold an old car that had been sitting in my driveway for a couple of years. It was a wreck but a colleague bought it for a couple of hundred to fix up for her daughter. There was a couple of spider webs on the rear-view mirror but none inside so we didn’t think too much of it. She collected it with a tow truck and…

I LOVE this Smashbox pencil - I have it six different colours and have to stop myself from walking past the counter in case I’m tempted by another colour.

Seconded - that podcast is so great.

He was my first guess too, so I join you in the field of useless knowledge.

Beverley Hills 90210: teaching obvious life lessons in tone-deaf ways to teenagers everywhere!

It was totally Dead Scott.

You know that joke about a man in a flood, and he keeps turning help away waiting for god to come help him, and then when he dies, god says ‘but I sent all those people to help you?’ I think that needs to be re-purposed.

Good old terra nullius - served the British Empire well too!

Those worksafe ads, with the kids waiting for their dads to come home, literally make me cry.

I had this happen the other way around - when my three-years-younger brother started at my high school, my French teacher told me “Helene, ton frere est tres mechant.” And he really was a little shit - I hate to imagine what it was like to try to teach him.