This weekend I have mostly been watching hot air balloons passing by, eating candy floss and gardening. I also potted the first balcony plants this year. I was just finishing with Sweet alyssum when the younger cub came to see what I did. A. Fox: How did you do that? T. Fox: Do what? A. Fox: You are the most amazing mother in the world! T. Fox: Oh? A. Fox: You can grow flowers in the rock! T. Fox: Darling, that's plastic.
"My Beautiful Mommy is aimed at kids ages four to seven and features a plastic surgeon named Dr. Michael (a musclebound superhero type) and a girl whose mother gets a tummy tuck, a nose job and breast implants. Before her surgery the mom explains that she is getting a smaller tummy: "You see, as I got older, my body stretched and I couldn't fit into my clothes anymore. Dr. Michael is going to help fix that and make me feel better." Mom comes home looking like a slightly bruised Barbie doll with demure bandages on her nose and around her waist. "
Anyway, the city was brilliant. Last time I was in Berlin it was around year 1995 and I remember it was all grey and rainy. The streets were too wide and there was nothing to see, really. Well, now... it was grey and rainy and the streets were bit too wide and the city was full of huge, shiny and new buildings, but there was definitely much to see. Except that the thing we went to see, the Berlin Biennial, was... erm... empty like Berlin in 1995. I wonder where the art was? Well, because the Biennial was slightly shitty, we run through around 30 galleries instead, but really can't remember anything anymore, except Chiharu Shiota, whose work we'd love to see in Helsinki soon.
I will always be in shame, because when I was so concentrated on finding the right U-bahn, I forgot to take my camera with me, when I met lovely Bowleserised and darlingBiB, who were utterly fabulous and great talking about sauna, vodka and blogging and other essentials of life.
Finland's foreign minister was sacked on Tuesday after media published the text messages he had sent to an erotic "Scandinavian Dolls" dancer. Mr Kanerva sent around 200 messages from his office mobile, one of which demanded to know what she was wearing under her tight dress. The rest of them were like this: "Sounds almost like fantasy. Have you taken good care of your garden?"
Some time earlier our Prime Minister Matti Vanhanen, 52, dated too. Her mistress said that they met through an online dating service, and that he dumbed her by a brief text message: "It's over." Mr Vanhanen said that they actually met at IKEA. Yes, yes. That's more like normal Finnish behaviour. Speak nothing. Dumb by a text. Blame Sweden.
Well, after this she published a kiss-and-tell memoir detailing his romantic emails, text messages and how he once passionately compared her to an oven-baked potato, his other great love.