
“ Frost on my Moustache” sees Tim Moore inspired by the swashbuckling travelogues of Victorian diplomat Lord Dufferin, as he sets out to prove his physical & spiritual worth before his sceptical Nordic in-laws by retracing Dufferin`s epic voyage to Iceland & Spitzbergen. Dufferin`s battles with icebergs, polar bears & the deep potations of hospitable Norsemen is a tale of derring-do; Moore`s struggle against seasickness, vertigo & over-priced groceries is all too plainly one of derring-don`t. As his bid to emulate the Empire tradition of fearless pluck in the face of adversity crumbles before haughty Icelandic skippers, a convoy of Norwegian Vikings & Spitzbergen`s Soviet ghost towns, he finds himself transferring his affections to Dufferin`s valet Wilson, a man so profoundly gloomy that `he was seen to smile but once, when told that his colleague, the steward, had been almost thrown overboard`. As Moore says, ` Dufferin seems the personification of Kipling`s ` If`. I`m more of a ` But… ` man myself.`