That it's a tiny country where the chances are your spouse slept with one of your ministers many years ago; that people seem to be able to afford champagne and lots of other booze even though we've always been told alcohol is monstrously expensive in Scandinavia; that everyone (including the PM) lives in small houses or apartments, but works in industrial-sized ancient buildings or modern hangars; that though their population is not much bigger than that of Scotland they're keen enough to punch above their weight internationally by sending troops to get killed (or perpetrate atrocities) in far-off countries; that it's pretty dark most of the time (and wet); that their politicians are conniving, vain and unprincipled shits just like everyone else's (apart from the progressives, of course, who are saints surrounded by sinners and even when they do the wrong thing do it for the right reason); that their doors don't open outward as they do in Sweden; and that everyone speaks in a strange mumbling language.

And that their women are not as attractive as the Swedish ones in various Wallanders.