The love affair turns sour

After the disappointment of SATC 2 (yep, I said it) the new film sucked.

Yes, for all intents and purposes I will no doubt go and see it again and probably buy it, just to finalise the collection.

Having spent a SATC style evening with girlfriends recently. Original. Not really. Go out on most saturday nights around the UK and you will see gaggles of girls recreating their very own Manhatten in your standard Wetherspoons.

Watch bemusingly as a 19 year old student rummages for Cointreau or even a piece of orange to burn the zest. I refuse to drink something that should be served in a daintly conical glass in a 1/2 lager glass with the warmth of the dishwasher it just came out of.

Savvy chains are now stocking their bars with Cosmo mix. A sort of Crusha-style juice that you just add juice too. Milk in fact may have been the better option. A glass of red glucose syrup is enough to make anyone gag onto their Primark dress.

It is through this tragedy and too many bad Cosmopolitans that I have had to avert my attentions to new drinks du jour.

For health reasons and as part of our 5 a day, we are now drinking Pomegranate Sours.

6 parts pomegranate juice
2 part vodka
1 part Cointreau® orange liqueur

Combine everything in a cocktail shaker. Shake with ice and pour into a martini glass.

That reads Martini Glass.