Good heavens, no. I was still a boy in short pants when Captain Scott's ill-fated expedition met its solemn and tragic end with heroic stoicism. He was trying to get to the South Pole, you see, only the dashed thing was, someone else had got there first.

I don't think anyone else has been back since. As I understand, there's not much to recommend to it, just snow and ice.

But I wholeheartedly concur that the magistrates cannot recognize a bit of good fun when they see it, and should spend more time putting away the true menaces of society and leave be the innocent young chaps who only stole a silver cow creamer because their aunts threatened to cast them out and never allow them to taste the cooking of that chef superb, Anatole, again unless the young chaps did as they were told.