Chris and the boys would surely play a gig in the imaginatively titled Queen Maud Land. Certainly it is the most regal of the empty, snow-filled wastelands. A grand kingdom where all are free to pursue their dreams of getting sunburn and frostbite in one day. A utopia of snow and more snow and some rocks and some more snow. No man will want for nothing, because there is nothing there. I for one, will be naming all my children Maud, in honour of this glorious Queen and her land.