I was called Kit from day one, really, I only found out my name was Christopher when I was 11. It was very strange, I went to school, and I remember that you had to do these tests to find out what set you’re in—how clever you are. I put down “Kit Harington,” and they looked at me like I was completely stupid, and they said, “No, you’re Christopher Harington, I’m afraid.” It was only then I learnt my actual name. That was kind of a bizarre existential crisis for an 11-year-old to have, but in the end I always stuck with Kit, because I felt that’s who I was. I’m not really a “Chris.”

Happy 26th birthday Kit!