Pastime of Toilets.
I'd just like to wish anyone who's planning on investing their time in Game of Thrones the very best of luck. I don't know where you get your energy from, but if this creaking pile of unwieldy direlogue (shot in Northern Ireland and Malta, with a semi-stellar cast of people who really should've known better) and naff costumes prises you away from your games consoles and World of Woolcraft accounts for an hour every week (starting in April, 2011), then I suppose that can only be a good thing.
Socks to darn, and boils to lance. (It doesn't get much more pseudo-Medieval than that.)