The other night I had dinner with some friends from Toulouse and they spent the evening regaling each other with anecdotes about Philippe Douste-Blazy, the French foreign minister. He used to be mayor of Toulouse and is a cardiologist from Lourdes. He doesn't speak any foreign languages, or have any obvious qualifications to be foreign minister; but then I don't claim to understand French politics.
My favorite was one I don't feel like publishing (you never know when your taxes will be investigated) but another was that when U.S. Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice called him up one Friday evening from Washington, "Douste" told her to call back Monday morning.
(Just now, looking up some confirmation of that story, I found a long account by a French blogger of Douste-Blazy's gaffes, which notoriously include asking, at the Holocaust museum in Jerusalem, why England did not feature with France as having sent Jews to the concentration camps.
"To hear his ex-friends is to listen to a long list of funny and awful stories of betrayals and dirty tricks. It is seeing Douste invoke for the twentieth time the suffering of his father (who is, however, in perfect health), or a meeting with Jacques Chirac (when the radio has just announced that the president is in the provinces) as a reason for his lateness....")