The run up to Sex and the City 2 was like Christmas for me. I counted down the days. As someone who has seen every episode and the first film it was not hard for me to be pleased. I watched the TV series when I was far too young to be affected by the issues. I guess I still am. This never mattered. They were like older sisters who lived an impossibly, grown up life. Sure they were designer obsessed and flawed. All sisters are. I loved them anyway. So, did it let me down

No. Liza Minnelli doing Beyonce was worth the price of the ticket alone. The cloths are just as amazing, the dialogue as sharp ( Carrie’s retort to the point that leaving your husband with a hot nanny should be against the law; the Jude Law ) the characters are as flawed and interesting as ever.

While Mr Big comes across as a a bit of a jerk, Aidan making a welcome return to the scene, giving you plenty of eye candy. Along with Jerrod Smith and a host of other men. For all of the critics that say it is shallow some of the scenes are truly emotionally beautiful and real. Charlotte locking herself in the cupboard to get a break from her children and crying, The look Aidan gives Carrie that tells you that he still loves her – that she broke his heart. Carrie looking back at her single days; telling Charlotte that she was a headless chicken, running around, just trying to get the man she loved to love her back. Who can’t relate to that?

The film has been accused of racism. I believe that was never the intention. It can come across as slightly dis-respectable. But I wasn’t disappointed. The film is what it is. Go see it. It’s still fun, fabulous and relevant.