Fifteen hundred years have passed and the Grail is still missing, presumed ineffable; the knights have dumped the Quest and now deliver pizzas; the sinister financial services industry of the lost kingdom of Atlantis threatens the universe with fiscal Armageddon; while in the background lurks the dark, brooding, red-caped presence of Father Christmas.

In other words, Grailmate. Has Prince Boamund of Northgales (Snotty to friends) woken from his enchanted sleep in time to snatch back the Apron of Invincibility, overthrow the dark power of the Lord of the Reindeer and find out exactly what a Grail is? And just who did do the washing-up after the lsat supper?