One of Tove Jansson’s many running gags in Garm was the hijinks of a pair of Scots gentlemen. Resplendent in their sashes and kilts, with a love for single malt whisky, the jokes were unsubtle, culturally insensitive, and generally hilarious. They of course had a reputation for being less than generous, a trait rumoured to be shared by the natives of Lahia in Finland; so much so that they have a museum dedicated to it: Nuukuuren Museo, The Museum of Stinginess.

But without further ado, here are a couple of examples that I’ve translated. As usual, Moomin makes an appearance in both strips…