We’ve got at least another year to wait until Game of Thrones Season 8 hits our screens - probably quite a bit longer. Obviously we all thought this was a bad thing, but now, suddenly, I’m not so sure.
Why? Well it seems like we may need at least that long to emotionally prepare ourselves for what’s to come - that’s if we listen to Kit Harington, anyway. He’s probably not a bad person to take advice from, tbh - he does play the main character, and he’s also now read the script.
That’s right, Kit revealed on BBC’s The One Show that he and the rest of the cast were finally given the scripts last week, meaning they now know exactly how it’s all going to end, and Kit couldn’t help but well up a little.
Kit was appearing on the show to promote his new BBC drama Gunpowder, in which he plays Robert Catesby, the chief architect of the Gunpowder Plot, but obviously you can’t have Jon Snow on your sofa without chatting Game of Thrones.
He told hosts Alex Jones and, weirdly, Kaiser Chiefs’ Ricky Wilson: “We had a read through last week in fact, so I know everything now.” [YOU KNOW NOTHING JON SNOW].
“I cried at the end. It’s nothing particular that happened, it’s just you have to remember that eight years of it; no one really cares about it more than us.
“I get a bit weepy thinking about it. It’s going to be a strange year saying goodbye to everyone and having last scenes with this person and that person.”
Ricky also asked Kit for any funny Thrones-related stories Kit could share, and Kit told him: “Remember when I was dead - spoiler - and before I came back to life, we got invited to the Wimbledon royal box, and you have a big lunch beforehand with loads of different tables. I took my brother and I found out we were sat at the royal table.
“We sat down and then Camilla and Kate’s parents came in and then sat down at the table and she said, ‘So are you dead?’ I thought that was brilliant, Camilla and Charles in bed watching Game of Thrones, getting some ideas about thing I dunno.”
Right, well with all that news I’m off to train my tear ducts for the next year and a half, then cry like a baby at the opining credits anyway. Bye!