Yes it's Ladies Night

I took it upon myself at the beginning of the week to contact all my lady friends (via the medium of facebook obviously, what else...) and start a dialogue about the best day, time and place to go to see the must-awaited Sex And The City.  We've all been talking about it for months and I've said to about five different sets of friends that we'd see it together, so in the end I decided the best thing to do was to combine everyone for a big ladies night.  The date was set for thursday; location: the o2 centre on finchley road.  It was a 7.30 performance but not wanting to take any chances I went there straight from work, had a pre-performance hot chocolate with a friend and then we placed ourselves in the queue for the cinema 40 minutes before start time.  We were pretty happy that there were only a handful of people in front of us, and within a few minutes we were feeling throughly pleased with ourselves when the queue all of a sudden grew to stretch all the way through the lobby and out the door. Wearing smug smiles, we were soon let into the theatre and carefully selected the best seats in the house - not too close to the screen, not too far away. We sat chatting and eagerly anticipating the start of the film. With all the reports about sold out performances and people elbowing and tripping people up to get good seats, we couldn't believe how lucky we'd been.  But then things took a turn for the worse...