She loves me yeah, yeah, no
So the poor old McCartneys have split up eh?Well I have to admit it's a shame.
And what's worse is that the papers are only interested in how much cash Heather will be able to claim from 'The Ex-Beatle' (why is it no new piece is capable of writing about the poor bloke without saying that. For God's sake, he's done so many other things. Do none of you remember the Frog Chorus? Come on people.)
She, meanwhile, gets to be known as the 'former underwear model'. Get the feeling they're trying to make a connection here? (In a corruption of the words of Mrs Merton "So Heather, what first attracted you to millionaire Paul McCartney? And Mr McCartney, what is it you like so much about underwear model Heather Mills? Personality right?")
Mind you, 'former underwear model' beats the alternative "...Macca is being divorced by the former biped, Heather Mills"
Anyway, the point being, money aside, this divorce makes me smile. Just imagine Heather waking up one day, taking a look at the weathered, craggy face beside her and thinking "Oh my Christ, what have I done? This guy's like a million years old. I mean, Eleanor Rigby, great song for sure, but I've overdone it here."
But best of all, they blame the media for their inability to have experience a 'normal' relationship.
A normal relationship. Don't make me fucking laugh. What do they mean, a bit of privacy when deciding which of the yachts to take to the Cannes film festival? Or were they referring to all those cameras that caught their low profile voyage to rescue all the cuddly little seals from the cullers recently.
A normal relationship. Ha.
Media or no media, there's no such thing.
posted by Peter The Great @ 9:00 PM
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Maybe 'Lady Mills McCartney' is just annoyed that the constant press attention prevented her from secetly divorcing 'Macca' immediately after the honeymoon.
It probably wasn't her plan to have to sleep every night for 4 years with a man who gets to look more and more like a cross between Quentin Crisp and a St Bernard.
See what the press went and made her do? Never was £200 million so hard earned.
I bet the ex-frog chorus singer secretly wishes he'd beaten her to death out there on the ice and blamed it on myopic cullers.
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