Game Of Hormones

GAME OF THRONES is a sprawling Sword and Sorcery epic with violence, spicy language and lots of R-rated humping. While there aren’t any Orcs, Wizards or Elves, there IS one dwarf. Though not of the badass variety with a war hammer. More of a truth-telling court jester type. There’s lots of sword fighting and cussing, and there are dragons.. and Ice Zombies..

Where those plot threads are headed would be anybody’s guess at this stage (perhaps even including the author) and the political intrigues, battles and supernatural elements meander about willy nilly.

The only certainty is that if we meet a comely mead wench at the start of a scene, we’ll inevitably see her vigorously boned on the tavern trestle-table by a dirty-faced bloke with bad teeth by scene’s end. Lord of the Schwings.

I’ve only read the first of the many books that this TV series is based on, written by George R.R. Martin, but my girlfriend Julia has read all of them. Angrily. Twice. (Despite her prior frustration with the books, she avidly watches the show).

We are constantly told that ‘Winter is coming’ with ponderous ’mark my words’ gravity, but many seasons later, here we are, still waiting for winter to…