Sex comes to my City

I started this week in a frenzy of excitement.  Why?  Because Sex and the City - the movie - premiered in London on Monday.

Now this may not seem like much of a do to many of you but I know that there are many, many women (and some men) out there that understand, and share, my excitement.  Look at all the column inches and TV time devoted to the premiere, the fashion, the girls and the sex.  Love it or hate it you can hardly avoid it.

I won't go into all the gory details of who wore what (except that I scored a Cath Kidston dress for the occasion), whether it was worth standing in a crush for 2 hours (well, der, or course) and whether my daughter appreciated coming along for the ride (despite having never seen a frame of the show) (well, in her defense she is only 10).  After all, everyone is probably sick of SJP's hat by now, the size of her heels and who looked the best (well, duh, me of course!).

But, I will say that for a few hours on Monday I was truly 'carried away' by Carrie and Co.

Despite the show being dismissed as vacuous fluff by many, there are millions out there that truly feel that Sex and the City speaks directly to them.  And I have to confess that I am up there with the best of them.

Every now and again there is a truly zeitgeist show.  One where the casting is perfect, the writing is sassy and there is a real reason to stay in on a Friday night.  A show, in fact, that proves that television is vastly superior to film.  After all, 2 1/2 hours of our gals is never going to be enough to sate my need after 4 years without them.  Re-runs aside, I need at least another 4 seasons of life in Manhattan with the coolest kids on the block.  

Even then, it may never be enough ...

And while I'm here I want to say a few words about the ultimate Sex and the City woman who sadly died this week.  Dina Malick, wife of Bill Akass, mother of two boys Callum and Max and well-respected journalist, finally lost her long fight with MS on Wednesday this week.  Ironically she never saw Sex and the City but she could have written the script.  My memories of her are many and varied and even though I was a pretty crap sister-in-law when she was ill in the hospice, I will think of her fondly and often.  

Bye-bye Dina, it was great knowing you.  

Election fever

I woke up with a feeling of dread this morning.  Waiting to see what had happened in the local elections.  While I was sure that it would be a whitewash (no surprise there then) I couldn't believe that there was total media silence on the mayoral elections.  Sure, they have to count the votes, and there is nothing to be reported until the result is known, but this usually doesn't stop the speculation and endless chatting about who it will be and what it will mean.  It has been an eerie silence.  Waiting for the results. 

I do know that the results are not going to be good.  If the Tories have trumped Labour as resoundingly as it looks, then Ken should start packing and Londoners will have to grit their teeth and prepare themselves for the Johnson era.

As crap as Britain seems sometimes, we are lucky enough to live in a civilised country where we don't have to fear for our lives just because we voted.  We are lucky to be able to vote at all. Why are we still so apathetic?   

It may be that politics doesn't seem to give us many choices at the moment.  How can you choose between two or three crap parties?  I don't know.  Something I do know is that until people galvanise themselves, get back into politics and use the voting system, we are going to be in deep shit.  

And I will be pondering that.  Pissed off with half the population of London and look for a nice little place in the country.  As if ...