Sir John Jeffcott was involved in England’s last fatal duel in 1833; shooting a doctor for mispronouncing the word “library”. Shortly thereafter he was named South Australia’s first official judge. That’s right; our first judge was a cold-blooded doctor murderer.

 

The people of South Australia soon discovered that Sir John’s take on justice was modelled less on Judge Denning, and more on Judge Hardcastle. Going by the moniker of ‘Johnny six-shooter’, Judge Jeffcott took his unique brand of justice to the streets, issuing summary judgement to anyone within firing distance.

 

When he wasn’t out doling forth vigilante justice, Jeffcott busied himself seducing and marrying his cousin. HIS COUSIN!!!

 

However, incestuous liaisons and pistol whipping the homeless is not why this man should be reviled by Adelaideans. Sir John was involved in a far more sinister crime than mere murder; the prick campaigned to move South Australia’s capital to Encounter Bay.

 

ENCOUNTERFUCKINGBAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

So next time you’re walking down Jeffcott St, be glad of two things. 1) that it isn’t in Encounter fucking Bay 2) that John Jeffcott drowned slowly in the river Murray, much like the sack of kittens he once deemed to be disturbing the peace.