Then I shall concoct a true Canadian drink by fermenting canned fruit cocktail and distilling the result, which I will face North and drink whilst singing either "Blame Canada" or "The Maple Leaf Forever", whichever comes first. When the last drop has trickled down my throat and the last note has been been sung I will give a speech praising Franklin, Mackenzie, and Rogers, leap into the air and click my heels together, repeat three times "There's No Place Like Yellowknife!" and will be instantly (if not sooner) transported to the local hospital by those nice young men in the white coats.