Thursday, April 03, 2008

hot potatoes and political garden stuff

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.


Oh, can you guess who he is?

6 comments:

pleite said...

The Finnish Minister for Funny Walks?

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

Hmm, he doesn't actually look too dissimilar to the famous potato botherer... surely it's not, though?

Anyway, that was great - the line about blaming Sweden in particular :)

Dave said...

English education lesson, no. 537:

Dump: to drop (someone or something).
Dumb: unable to speak.

Occasional Poster of Comments said...

Hmm,I preferred dumbed: to dump in a dumb (stupid and speechless) way. The perfect word, really, in that instance :)

Taiga the Fox said...

Well, he is our new Foreign Minister, Alexander Stubb.

Dave, I really am dumb, so I know the meaning of the word, but this time that was kind of trying to be intentional. Hmm, I think I must start labeling my conscious stupidities somehow...

Christopher Campbell-Howes said...

Foreign Minister? A likely story.

He's clearly the man of whom W.S.Gilbert wrote: 'Then a sentimental passion of a vegetable fashion must excite your languid spleen, An attachment à la Plato for a bashful young potato or a not too French French bean...If he's content with a vegetable love, which would certainly not suit me, Why, what a particularly pure young man this pure young man must be!'

(I expect Dave will be able to hum the tune.)

Oh for the days of Castlereagh and Bismarck.