The House of Blackadder was once powerful and influential, numbering princes and lords among its descendants. But oh, how the mighty have fallen. It is the reign of ‘Mad’ King George III and the current heir to the house of Blackadder is working as a Hopelessly-Drivelo-Can’t-Write-For-Toffee-Butler-Weed for George, the Prince of Wales. Blackadder is continually hindered in his quest for money and a way out of a job he loathes by his master, who is as thick as a whale omelette, and his dogsbody Baldrick, a man who couldn’t even pass the interview to become a village idiot. In spite of these handicaps, Blackadder manages to navigate the dangers of the French Revolution, homicidal poets, actors, Scotsmen and the Duke of Wellington, to create a tale as sizzling as any to be found in “Edmund, A Butler’s Tale” by Gertrude Perkins, highly recommended by Dr Johnson but sadly unavailable thanks to Baldrick and a match.