So, last Sunday night was the last ever episode of Sex And The City. Just as I discover the series, it's at an end. On the upside, I still have seasons three, four, five, and half of six, left to watch on DVD. Also on the upside, I know people who own said DVDs.

Prior to tonight's final episode, HBO showed two short documentaries on the series. I'm still not entirely sure what the difference between the two films was, but they were pleasant, all the same. It wouldn't be entirely unreasonable to say that said documentaries were a little over-self-congratulatory, and clearly more of a build-up to the show's finale, than any attempt at thought-provoking journalism. Then again, just how hardball could any documentary maker be, about a show where the biggest emotional crisis, is which shoes Carrie needs to wear?

As I say, the pre-show show was pleasant enough, and lead up to the final chapter of Carrie's six-year voyage of shoe self discovery.

Actually, cynicism aside for a moment, it was pretty much a perfect ending. Carrie finally wised up to what a self-involved loser The Russian was, Mr Big showed up (amazingly without the grenade launcher I'd predicted he'd be carrying) and was threatening to kick Ruskie ass (what is this? The Reagan Administration, all of a sudden?) and despite the chemo, Samantha got her hair, and her mojo back.

Yeah, the ending was a tad schmaltzy, but let's face it, no-one watched Sex And The City for it's gritty hard-nosed take on reality.

Given that the series was entirely focused on the lives of white, middle-class female denizens of Manhattan, one is left wondering why, and how, it gained such popularity, when you consider how many of us don't live in New York.

Perhaps this is a resurgence of a desire for the kind of escapism not seen in films since the depression era of the 1930's? That says a lot about the economy and the current administration, if it is.

I'm trying to envisage a similar series, set in Denver. It'd have to be called something like, "Snow And The City", "SUVs And The City", or "Soccer Moms And The City". It would probably feature the lives of four women who are all under 5'4", drive Suburbans, ski, and vote Republican. Trauma over Manolo Blahnik shoes would be replaced by tirades against the cost of ski passes, and Mr Big would be played by John Elway.

All of which, makes one crave escapism all the more. Pass the DVDs.