Stockholm: The Musical -- complete with dancing meatball interlude

I'm of the opinion that municipalities ought to promote themselves to a certain extent. A certain competitiveness between cities tends to encourage policies which yield a higher quality of life for residents. But like so many things in life, such self-promotion can go too far.

And so I give you, the incredible, indelible, slightly customizable Stockholm: The Musical. Don't be shy. Treat yourself to the thrill of Swedes embarrassing themselves just for you. They even mention your name--yes, your personal name--in the musical (so long as your name merits inclusion on their approved list).

Swedish tradition has it that meatballs which lack rhythm--and legs--are inferior.

No, I'm not kidding about the dancing meatballs. (They're a tad lass than halfway through.) And yes, the rest of the musical is equally surreal. At one point our charismatic leading self-demeaner insists: "We love to kiss your ass wherever we go!" Once again: no, I'm not kidding. A must see.