Politics 3 August 2009 The sad story of Sumanto If spinach be the food of love, read on Print HTML This morning we travel to Indonesia, courtesy of Papua New Guinea's Weekend Courier newspaper. I think this might be my favourite story so far. I'm going to list the reasons why. I do like a list. a) The protagonist is an ex-cannibal. b) He's looking for love. c) It contains the quote: I love meat... all types of meat as long as it's cooked. But I don't eat people any more. (Mostly spinach.) I can see why some might not take to the plight of Sumanto. (He once dug up a corpse. And ate it.) But in the spirit of Second Chances, and New Beginnings, and generally supporting lonely, strange people the world over (one of the manifesto commitments of this blog - watch this space for further manifesto commitments as and when they occur to me), I'd like to suggest a general surge of goodwill in his direction. I also really like the idea of an ex-cannibal lonely hearts column. Surely My Single Friend could easily diversify into My Ex-Cannibal Neighbour? Anyway, good luck to you, Sumanto. I hope you find love, and I hope that said love likes spinach (the greatest euphemism for flesh I've ever heard). › Poverty figures: the real numbers Sophie Elmhirst is features editor of the New Statesman Subscribe More Related articles Metro mayors can help Labour return to government How the Brexit referendum has infantilised British politics Vote Leave have won two referendums. Can they win a third?