Ten things you can say about Finland’s prime minister that don’t use the word ‘party’The Spinoff Daily, Wednesday November 30Ahiahi mārie, welcome to The Spinoff Daily in partnership with the Brain Drink, Ārepa. Today on The Spinoff, Bernard Hickey warns of another looming housing crisis, Jess McAllen reviews fish and chips NYC style and Stewart Sowman-Lund is inundated with Facebook ads for candlelit concerts. But first, Ten things you can say about Finland’s prime minister that don’t use the word ‘party’. Anna Rawhiti-Connell: “Finland’s prime minister Sanna Marin is currently in New Zealand. She was recently cleared of all misconduct after footage of her dancing (as human women are inclined to do from time to time) was leaked. That incident has led to a belief that the single most interesting thing about her is that she “partied” and is the “party prime minister”. After an extensive 20-minute research project using google.co.nz, here are 10 facts about Marin that offer some options for colour, relevance or interest that don’t require the use of the word ‘party’ or ‘partying’ in the headline.” See also: Please stop asking the prime minister to DJ Live Updates: New director general of health confirmed Two prime ministers meet to talk about meeting Bernard Hickey: New Zealand’s other looming housing crisis It’s time we closed the political donation backdoor Fish and chips in New York are miserly, expensive and taste like cornflakes Jessica McAllen: “I ventured out in under 10-degree weather one New York night to try out Dame, this restaurant which also allows you to gain priority access if you buy a NFT for $1000. This was more of a task than I had anticipated, mainly because I had not bought an NFT. Dame is a hot place and is regularly booked up three weeks in advance. After two weeks I snagged a last-minute outdoor table for one. As I was seated by a lovely waiter I felt like Anton Ego, the grumpy critic from Ratatouille. I was all wrapped in black and ready to sample a god-damn childhood takeaway, reinvented! When the plate was brought out I shamefully asked for a knife and fork, which felt very cringe but the waitress pointed to a napkin where the cutlery was already tucked in. It was the West Village, after all, not Raglan.” My marriage is finally over. My fight against NZ’s archaic divorce law goes on What’s with all the ads for candlelit concerts? The bar for supporting women’s rugby is still on the floor Hear me out: Bring back camping overnight for concert tickets |
Ten things you can say about Finland’s prime minister that don’t use the word ‘party’
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