SO Game of Thrones is back on.

This meant having to rise to the, quite considerable, challenge of having to stay quiet for an entire hour on Monday night while we watched it.

Happily, the Sky planner had earned its money and kicked into play at 2am having remembered it was on series record from last year, so due to the joys of modern technology it could be played earlier than 9pm and the adverts could be skipped through.

Now, I am not a 'Throner' as I have heard fans of the fantasy series referred to this week.

I have only a rudimentary understanding of plot and character and, as with the past five series, my attention can wander towards the end of the 10ten episodes.

But as a television addict, I can’t deny it is quality television, albeit very violent and labyrinthine in plot.

You can’t have a casual chat in the middle and expect to keep up with what is happening and this first episode had about eight story arcs it was attempting to update, after a year of being off screens.

And apparently it is extremely irritating if, as a commited fan, your partner sits next to you and constantly asks questions including: “So why are Aya Stark’s eyes like that now?” or “Is Jon Snow actually dead then ?”

Igot the general idea of what is going on and was mildly surprised when I realised the first episode was over because I had managed to follow it all the way through. Without talking, But while I am sold on the series thus far, and a big fan of the brilliant Sue Perkins, I called it a day with the fanzine show Thronecast in which uber fans discuss each week’s episode. I prefer it when Sue is in a large tent in the English Countryside with her best pal Mel, discussing buns and all things cake.