One balmy evening two summers ago, I stepped into a London pub in the hope of a quiet drink. It was 9pm on a Monday, but the Three Compasses was already jammed. A chorus was being led by a group waving their beers like conductors’ batons. Couples were clinging to one another. At one point a young man stood up, pointed at a projector screen and yelled: “Get a grip, Theon!” Monday nights, it transpired, were Game of Thrones nights.
两年前的夏天的一个宜人夜晚,我走进伦敦的一家酒吧,希望能安安静静地喝上两杯。当时是周一晚上9点,但Three Compasses酒吧已经人满为患。在一群人的带领下,大家像挥舞指挥棒一样挥舞着他们的啤酒瓶。情侣们依偎在一起。气氛高涨时,一名年轻男子站起来,指着投影屏幕喊道:“振作起来,席恩(Theon)!”我后来才知道,周一晚上是“《权力的游戏》(Game of Thrones)之夜”。