I’m nobody’s idea of a TV reviewer but I can’t resist writing a short love song to Game of Thrones.
Don’t panic, no spoilers.
I just need to vent since disappointingly a lot of my colleagues don’t watch it and they just nod politely if I start winding on about it.
Some people can’t get past the notion that it’s fantasy and can be a little bit of a grind to sit through.
And admittedly the whole thing of hastily dispatching key characters can be a bit off-putting.
But even in the golden age of television where we’re literally drowning in options, aside from test rugby, this still stands out as one of the most compelling and visceral ways to spend and hour in front of the TV.
If you haven’t already taken the plunge there are now seven seasons to immerse yourself in that’ll roll in at somewhere around 100 hours or so.
You might want to spread it out over a couple of weeks; taking on the whole thing would exact a fairly heavy emotional toll. I have to watch it early otherwise I have trouble getting to sleep.