Shakespeare in Space, like all of G B Henry's writing, is deliberately meandering and steeped - nay, marinated - in farce; left to wallow until silliness has entered every pore and orifice, and cleansed any semblance of linearity and meaning.

Our protagonist is a spectacularly untalented playwright and director. Having failed to find success with his own work, he turns to adaptations of established plays. Of course, re-conceptualising the classics is itself an age-old game, and so how to make his work truly stand out? He must look to the skies, into space, the final frontier.