Ser Dunaver's squire Jodge could not hold his water when he slept.

Look, folks. I don't want to write this recap any more than you want to read it. But let's rip off the Band-Aid and get through this thing together.

The coppers tell me that whenever they pull the old curmudgeon over — and he′s still driving a B-Model Mack well into his eighties — all he would ever be wearing was a Jacky Howe singlet* and a pair of jocks.

Most small children are flatfooted.