There’s no denying that Mumabulous is a late bloomer (arguably a non-bloomer). The fact that I married for the first (and hopefully only) time at aged 37 shows that in many important respects I’ve dragged the chain*. However never have I been so far behind the proverbial curve than when it comes to the institution that is Game of Thrones.We are well into Season 4 and I’ve only just caught on.
My reluctance to get onboard with GoT had nothing to do with a lack of encouragement from Dadabs. Since the series began he has been trying to convince me to watch. “You really should watch Game of Thrones – its a romance” he’d urge. Sure it is – when your definition of romance is hoards of buxom wenches and some nimble sword play. Fellow bloggers also recommended the show because Kit Harrington!
Nevertheless I resisted. I reasoned there was only room in my heart for one televisual obsession and that was Mad Men.
Then Vikings came along and I realized that despite having a small (but remarkably firm) chest , I’ve got a really big heart. It’s roomy enough to accommodate all the crumpets. Infact my heart is like the Tardis – bigger on the inside.
My infatuation with the Vikings only strengthened the case for Game of Thrones in my husband’s mind. I’d enjoy 45 minutes in Hunkytown (aka iron age Denmark ) every Monday evening and report back to Dadabs about the double crossing, politicking and shirtless sword fighting that went on. “Well” he’d say “If you think that’s good. You should watch Game of Thrones. It’s all about politics and back stabbing”. “But I thought you said it was a romance?” I’d query. “There is some romance in it” he’d reply. (Note that it has gone from being “a romance” to having “some romance in it” – a bit like Pride and Prejudice has some action sequences).
Matters came to a head over a weekend when two lots of friends reiterated that I “really must watch Game of Thrones”. Dadabs, being a take charge kind of guy, made an executive decision. That Sunday evening after putting our girls to bed early, the box set was pulled out and I was seated in front of Game of Thrones series one, episode one. Like Daenerys Targaryen I had embarked on a long journey and I had know idea where I would end up or if indeed I would make it to the end alive. Also like Daenerys I was surrounded by beefcake
I’ve since had what can only be described as a GoT binge. From my experience so far, its safe to say that everything you have heard about it is true. For example ;
- Kit Harrington (aka John Snow) is hawt.
- The plot is as complicated and as convoluted as the Australian tax system. I’ve had to refer to flow charts to work out what’s going on.
- Stemming from the above point, cast members other than Kit Harrington are hawt but I dont know their names.
- Peter Dinklage is AWESOME. He is so much AWESOMENESS condensed into the smallest possible package. The Dink is not just a star – he is a neutron star.
- Kit Harrington is one sweet babycakes.
- Its very violent. Heads literally roll every five minutes.
- Women disrobe on the flimsiest of premises. Needless to the nudity rarely adds anything to the plot. If you have never seen a pair of tits, I would strongly recommend watching Game of Thrones. One episode is enough to give you a very good idea of what they look like. If I were a betting woman I’d wager that the writer George RR Martin did not get laid in High School. (Here’s the thing – neither did I! None of the best people did).
- Oh my! Kit Harrington is some tasty crumpet.
Do you get GoT? Are you Mad about Mad Men? Do you go beserk for the Vikings? What’s your TV obsession?
If you’ll excuse me I’m off to watch another episode of Game of Thrones.
Winter is coming.