A Master and Commander, an Officer and a Gentleman, and Tonnes of Seamen. Behold the aquatic cousins of the Silurians!
Primitive aliens with no concept of technology or judicial proceedings want to join a galactic federation in this allegory of Britain’s entry into the EEC
Temporal paradoxes, vintage wines and the coolest tricycle chase ever!
The Master summons homicidal Morris Dancers, a Daemon and a gargoyle with a spring in his step to grant him godlike powers, and obviously everything goes wrong.
It’s Space Pocahontas, but with lubed-up wrists, tear-away paper calendars and mud wrestling!
Golden-haired, miracle-bearing cherubs descend from the heavens and no one suspects that they might have a hidden agenda.
Psychiatric treatment of criminals using an alien in a bucket? It’s got to be The Master!
Killer daffodils, a carnivorous armchair and the debut of The Master.
Disco Werewolves, Venusian Karate and yet another Drill-to-The-Centre-of-the-Earth spiel.
More astronaut-cosplaying aliens, palpably inappropriate music, and foreign conspirators from foreign countries