Ok, so being in hospital at the moment (yes, I'm milking it - sympathy gratefully received) I find myself with plenty of time to watch all those DVD's I have been stock-piling for months. Normally I just pile them all up next to my sofa and use them to perch my tea cup on. Last night I sat and watched Sex and the City 2. I know everyone else saw it MONTHS ago but I just hadn't got round to it despite promising myself faithly that I would find a spare couple of hours to indulge. From the moment I became hooked on SATC I never really got the whole Mr Big thing. I used to sit and scream at Carrie in frustration from behind a pillow 'HE'S AN ASS!!!! MOVE THE F*CK ON!!!'. When Aiden came along I wept tears of joy. Here was a guy I would happily share my last Rolo with. And Carrie, bloody Carrie, was horrible to him! I mean I can be a nasty little wotsit at times but her behaviour in the face of such a lovely, handsome, caring bloke out-stripped even me! Imagine my joy come SATC 2 when Carrie happens upon Aiden once again. I was sure that Big would find himself booted out of bed and the warm spot he left behind quickly filled by the deliciousness that is Aiden. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Big wins again despite being an emotionally closed, big-nosed buffoon. I don't get it. I really don't. And if I ever find me an Aiden to keep all to my very self...... well, by God I am going to love that man til the cows come home. What about you? Team Big or Team Aiden?
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| Big thumbs down to Mr Big |
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| Mine, mine......ALLLLLL MINE! |
Love ya loads!!!
Loola xx
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