It seems that in between stuffing his head with more Poutines and Labatt's than Canadian socialised medicine can adequately accept, my chum Paul has taken to picking on me in his journal by showing off his wireless Underwood, and challenging my dumb, American public-education addled brain to more obscure trivia than I can handle.
Not to worry. I'm certain he's being kind and all. And, being the friendly Yank that I am, I found this for him.
Look, Paul? It's a sundeck for your igloo. Now you can step out and enjoy the handful of days which constitute the Canadian summer. And, even better, it's portable. You can take it with you when you break down your igloo and trundle across the tundra in order to follow the seal meat your people so desperately need in order to survive. And look! They even have a blanket to keep their delicate Canadian backsides off the permafrost.
You need this. We can't have you getting frostbite as you work on that tan of yours now, can we?