I try to be funny. The title of this blog is sarcastic. It is from a lame late 80’s Canadian rock song.

There is a bit of a personal connection to the term, but it is very tenuous. When my wife was in her late teens, she was working as a chef in a trendy Toronto restaurant that used to serve the occasional celebrity. One day a record company called up and made a reservation for a big table. One of my wife’s close friends at the restaurant was beside himself in a very gay way (not that there is anything wrong with it) because he was SURE that the Hothouse Flowers were coming for dinner. My wife was pleased with this prospect as well.

He was wrong. The table was, to their total dismay, for The Northern Pikes.

These old Canadian music videos never seem to get flagged for copyright issues.