So SJP and Co have buried the hatchet (again) and the latest instalment - SATC: The Movie: The Sequel will soon be upon us -like some hideous Noughties fashion revival dragged out of Carrie's closet? Well, sorry Ms Bradshaw! There is such a thing as too much Sex, so... ‘not tonight dear, I have a headache’. What started out as a fabulous fling is fast heading towards Heather Mills territory - the tired old format really is on its last leg. Enough! I'm divorcing you before we reach SATC: The Movie XVII wherein Samantha the Saga Years in her Stannah Stair Lift shows us how reversing onto the latest rampant rabbit toy from her local adult store beats nookie with any coffin dodger boyfriend, and frail fashion freak Carrie gets crushed to death under Mr Big- and getting Bigger By The Day by the look of Chris Noth - a plot development the writers can have for free if they agree to implement it straight away.
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