When I Was a Game of Thrones Model
It was a Saturday morning in July a few years ago, when I was about twenty-one and working in a delicatessen. Mr Pork Chop (so called because he bought one every week, cut extra thin) was paying for his shopping when he suddenly asked if I’d ever modelled. “Hahaha,” I said, “not yet.” Well, would I ever? He pressed. I shrugged. Because, he said, he happened to be a freelance photographer, and he was looking for an extra model for his next shoot. Would I be interested? “Well, yeah,” I said. “I suppose so.” “It’s Game of Thrones themed,” he said, “it’s very popular at the moment.” So, I gave him my mobile number and off he went. “I’ve never seen Game of Thrones, ” I said to my boss, “have you?” “No. It’s all dragons and stuff, though. I think it’s a bit like Lord of the Rings.” Nobody thought it was a good idea. “ Game of Thrones is filthy”, one of my friends told me crossly. “You’re going to end up dead in a field somewhere wearing a toga.” “Nah, I don’t think so,” I said confidently. ...
