Who’d a thunk it?
Six years ago, Captain Holofernes Babbitt was a slightly tetchy bit-character in a hysterickal EPICKE involving the ludicrous time-travelling adventures of Mistress-es Kit, Annyth and Nell.
Somehow the lolloping great mawkin found himself in charge of his own troop, and now look where we are.
Un-flippin-breakable, and not infrequently un-flippin-bearable.
Oh, I love that boy!
(Christopher Eccleston for the Hollywood version, anyone?)