[Margaery Tyrell is] the most modern of all the characters in Game Of Thrones. She is very much a PR genius. Now she would be one of those It girls, tweeting and Instagramming their latest dresses and raising money for orphanages by running half-marathons. She’d be rivalling Kim Kardashian for numbers of followers on Twitter and Instagram!


After steeling myself with a half-pint of Guinness, I called the waiter over and told him that I wanted to order food to be sent to Kit’s table: Bang Bang Chicken and vegetable tempura, to cover preference or dietary restriction. I ordered baby burgers, too, but decided to keep them for myself, as I didn’t want to be overkill. I also asked the server to pass along a note I wrote on the back of my “Game of Thrones” tour ticket. On it, I thanked Kit, Alfie and Ben Crompton—another actor from the show who had later joined their group—for their work on the show.

While waiting for the food to be served, I mindlessly leafed through a Northern Ireland tourism booklet. A few minutes later, out of the corner of my eye on the right, I saw a figure in black approaching me, Kit himself, who then proceeded to ask: “Excuse me, were you the one who sent the food over?”

“Yes, that was me,” I replied. “I didn’t want to bother you but wanted to send a little token of appreciation for the work that you do.”

Kit was smiling when he said: “Thank you! You must have read my mind, because I was hungry!”

Then Ben came up and thanked me, too.

Like a diligently informed fan, I told Kit about understanding that I couldn’t take a photo with him and that I wasn’t going to ask him any filming questions.

“I can sign something for you,” he offered.

I handed him a blank postcard. He asked for my name and scribbled on the postcard.

“So you did the ‘Game of Thrones’ tour, eh?” he asked as he wrote.

Yes, I said, and briefly mentioned how I’ve traveled to all the other countries where the series was shot.

Kit handed me the postcard. I told him one more time that I knew I couldn’t take pictures with him and instead asked for a shoe shot.

“A shoe shot?” he asked, in the same Jon Snow voice and tone I’ve come to know and love.

Kit and Ben looked puzzled. Nevertheless, Kit started dusting off the tip of his brown leather boot then stuck his right foot down.

I put my hiking boot beside his and told Ben to step in as well.

When the plan became evident, Kit smiled and said that he’s never done it before: “I like this.”