And it was written that, in the year of our lord, AD 932, the brave King Arthur, accompanied by his coconut-carrying squire, Patsy, received a sword from the Lady of the Lake that made him king of the Britons. Even if you thought we lived in an autonomous collective rather than a self-perpetuating autocracy founded on some farcical aquatic ceremony, say “Ni!” to your real-world troubles for a night with the greatest historical comedy of all time. – Richard Whittaker
