Canada Day means never having to say you’re sorry for sporting temporary maple leaf tattoos on your navel.

It also means donuts for breakfast, and all the bacon you can eat, and Leonard Cohen and Joni Mitchell on repeat, and rousing choruses of Oh Canada and God Save The Queen (because, come on, admit, we’re all kind of proud that we have a claim on Buckingham Palace and Monty Python and David Bowie and whichever one of the princes is not getting caught doing Nazi salutes) and late night marathons of Kids In The Hall and The Friendly Giant and Mr Dressup and beer, lots and lots of beer.

Here’s to you, Canada. Long may you be awesome.