The Last Musketeer back

It's hard being a 400-year-old Musketeer in the modern world. Gone is the honour, the bonhomie and the get-up-and-go. So what is one to do when the Martians land in their Flash Gordon knock-off? Why, capture it, of course, and cry, "Take me to your leader!" He's right Ming-in', though.

More (maybe) from Tom, in the meantime we've been chuckling over the costumes and the space rockets and the colour, which is lovely.