Self-indulgence in the guise of self-improvement

One of the regrets of my youth is that, partly because school language teaching was so staggeringly dull, and partly because I failed to engage my imagination to see that that wasn't all there was to language learning, my foreign language abilities are not what they might be. I could of course improve this. I could go to a French evening class. I could buy a teach-yourself-Latin course. I could read Politiken every day. I could actually look up Norwegian grammar and not just rely on it being the same as Danish.

Or I could order this.*

Now, what's the Danish for "punt scene"? It will do bugger all for contemporary knowledge, but it might do something for my vocabulary.

*DW failing once again to insert an image.