Time will drag on after the thrill of the Thrones climax

Much as I loved the latest

Game of Thrones finale, I cannot accept that it could be 2019 before we find out what happens next. How can six episodes of TV take as long as Brexit?

Surely all they need to do is find somewhere snowy to film, order a few hundred extra IKEA rugs for the costume department and add some CGI dragons in post-production. OK, I know it takes more than that. I’m just sulking. I can’t recall a finale leaving me so desperate for more.

It was so incredible I finally stopped wondering where the zombie army had managed to find the giant chains with which they hauled that dead dragon from the icy waters.

There was so much going on I had to watch it twice.

That’s what’s so good about GoT. Even comparatively minor issues – such as Theon Greyjoy’s demons, or the Hound’s long-running beef with his brother the Mountain – seem the most important things in the world. As for the big stories, it’s hard to know where to begin.

The major news was Jon Snow finally “bending the knee” – and other joints – for his new queen Daenerys.

How Jon reacts when he finds out he’s actually a true-born Targaryen and she is really his auntie is anyone’s guess. I’m just gutted that the validity of his birth means he now cannot be renamed Jon Sand.

That would have made these young lovers “Dany and Sandy” – and GoT could have ended with them finally defeating Winter before hopping aboard a dragon and flying off singing Summer Lovin’.

Well, we already know that they both look good in leather.