Consistently, predictably, dependably, unwaveringly ERRATIC

There was an article in this weekend's Herald about Game of Thrones (which I still haven't seen because while it is now screening here, it's on pay TV. Which I do not have and do not want. DVDs please!) Nothing I hadn't heard before but Mum was interested and asked me if I knew of this G.R.R. Martin person.

Me: Yes, I have the books. I was rereading them recently ...
Mum: Would I like them?
Me: Uhhh, I'm not sure? The writing's not brilliant but it's a really good story ... you know how in fantasy novels, you usually get the good and noble hero and the good guys win? This is what might actually happen.
Mum: They get killed.
Me: And completely screwed over first. And don't get attached to any of the characters because they'll just get killed off.

I wound up digging out the first book for her to look at after dinner. She was finishing the newspaper and another book first but eventually I looked at the time ...

Me: Uh Mum, it's twenty past twelve.
Mum: Goodness, is it really?
Me: Why are you still up - oh, you've been caught. Where are you up to?
Mum: They're waiting to see if Bran is going to live.

Well, clearly she couldn't go to bed then.

And today she has developed a violent loathing for Joffrey and Cersei (though I have told her that Cersei and Jaime become interesting characters) and sniffled over Lady. I think this is going well. *g*