I love Sex and the City. From the first time I saw Samantha discuss her new boyfriend's funky spunk over lunch, I was hooked. I was hooked because not only was it deliciously filthy, it was sweet and funny too. So I was a bit apprehensive about the film ruining one of my first loves.
One quite scary thing about going to see it isn't just the look on the husbands and boyfriends who had been quite evidently dragged against their will (I suppose this is debatable), but the sheer number of women who had dressed up and were treating an afternoon film as a big night out. Freaky.
Anyway, after way too many adverts, it finally started, with a small collage of some of the girls' best bits to cleverly remind you why it was so well loved in the first place. And oh, the shoes! The bags! The adorable little dogs!! I was instantly turned into a squeaking five year old who's found her mothers dress up box. Im particularly in love with Carrie's Eiffel Tower bag. Not so...
