You’re in the pub, everyone’s complaining that their football team is the worst, others are trying to plot Donald Drumpf on a measurable scale of awfulness, and the rest are quietly trying to evaluate how much they’ve had to drink or whether the walls really are spinning around them.
Then there’s you. Nobody else has seen Game Of Thrones (if this is the case, please find a new group of friends immediately, Valar Morghulis) and you’ve just ploughed through the entire series. You can’t keep it in, but you can’t just blurt out details of dragons, ice demons and birthing shadows.
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