SATC update

Fab Friend nearly had a heart attack yesterday morning when an email from Your Local Cinema announced that Sex & The City was finally subtitled.
With quivering fingers she clicked open the email and scrolled down, the anticipation causing her to squeak (or so I am told).

And there it was, in big bold letters, the subtitled London showing of Sex & The City is in…

…the Odeon in South Woodford on Tuesday 24th June.

Now, I pride myself on knowing where pretty much anything is (I secretly harbour dreams of passing The Knowledge exam but the book is very expensive), but where the heck is South Woodford?

I’ve checked, on a giant map, the sort needed to show anywhere outside zone 3 and, in short, it is flipping miles away.

*Sniff!

Am I ever going to get to stuff my face with those gigantic bags of Minstrels and watch Carrie on the big screen?

Now, when I woke up this morning I leapt out of bed happy that it was Friday, pleased that the sun was shining and the birds were probably singing, and even more glad that I didn’t have a hangover from FF’s birthday celebrations last night…

But this cinema business is threatening my good mood…

To counteract this, I have a bag of minstrels on my desk and am humming the tune to SATC rather badly – oh how my colleagues must love me…

And at lunch time I’m going to practise my 'Carrie run' in skyscraper heels and hope I bump into my own Mr Big and, that when I fall in Dior, someone else pays the bill

Dum-da-da-da-dum-dum-dum

Da-da-da-da…