I wanted a drink, that's my excuse. It's a Friday night, Mosh is out in the suburbs somewhere on a boozy night with the boys and I wanted a drink. What is a girl to do?
Sex and the City at the cinema.
Yes, yes I know, I'm surprised too, I wouldn't entertain the TV series in my front room. Even more so that I quite enjoyed it, despite an ending so predictable a five-year-old could have written it. Mind you the large glass of Sancerre probably helped.
(A rousing huzzah to the Clappy Piccie House for letting you take a proper drink in a proper glass into the screen)
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