Excuse the radio silence, I've been nose-deep in a Game of Thrones box set. This is basically my life right now:
If you haven't seen it, Game of Thrones is like Lord of the Rings with boobs and beheadings, extra helpings of both. There is a character known as Mother of Dragons, who is the one person who doesn't write a parenting blog but really should.
It's kind of like The Wire in that you can't dive in at the middle and you have to pay attention. No watching with your laptop open idly browsing Amazon for cheap ebook offers.
And even if you are paying attention, you'll probably need to pause it from time to time to ask Who was that guy and why did he just get his head chopped off? Who's that cool giantess? Why is that mean oik still alive?
We are about half way through the box set of season two and already agreed that it's going to need a second watch, if only to check that the giant black fart that killed a man actually happened. Season One needed two approaches too, and it didn't even have the murderous blackfart ghost.
Part of what makes it interesting is that there's no traditional story arc, no hero's journey - good guys are not guaranteed to triumph; baddies don't necessarily get their comeuppance. Some characters start off good then go sour, some become less sour, others seem as vile as possible and then get worse.
Game of Thrones was largely filmed in Northern Ireland, in places I visited as a child like Castle Ward, Tollymore Forest and Shane's Castle. Looks like it's becoming a new thing for Norn Irn to be famous for, which makes a change from...er...that other thing.
And if you have seen it, join me now in a singalong of the theme tune