It emerged today that Heather Mills has made some extraordinary claims about life with a Beatle. Now, before we rush to judgement, I’d like to throw some light on them from the perspective of 1) someone whose business is News and the subsequent reading between the lines I must do on a daily basis;
2) a divorcee myself.
Here are her claims, and my point-by-point analysis of what she really means.
• Subjected her to four violent attacks, including one in which he stabbed her in the arm with a broken wine glass.
An utter lie. Heather, you callous bitch. How dare you impugn this man’s integrity? Exhibit A, your honor – he never once hit Linda for her god-awful singing and if that wasn’t reason enough for domestic abuse, I don’t know what is.
• Continued to use illegal drugs and drink excessively, despite promises made before they married.
Right. So every time a couple gets married, they’re expected to live by the promises they made each other in the weeks leading up to the wedding? Get real, Mills.
• Hurled abuse at his wife, calling her an ‘ungrateful bitch’.
You are. The truth hurts.
• Tried to prevent her breastfeeding, saying: ‘They are my breasts.’
A joke said in the moment that she’s now using against him, taking it out of context. Well let’s put it BACK in context. You can just imagine them in bed, naked, nuzzling together as foreplay begins. The legendary Beatle’s penis is flopping against her one good leg (if he’s laying on her right side) and coitus begins. Sadly, the Beatle penis needs a bit more foreplay nowadays so as the good Knight takes a breast in his mouth, he stalls for time and delivers a bit about breastfeeding. All well and good at the time. She certainly smiled; and he bought a bit more time to get a good piece of “norwegian wood”.
• Made her cancel a crucial operation because it interfered with his holiday plans.
By “crucial” read “unneccessary plastic” and if Macca can’t take time off to enjoy himself from time to time, who can?
• Objected ‘vociferously’ when she asked to buy an antique bedpan to save her crawling to the toilet at night.
Okay. Maybe you’ve got us with this one. But when you’re his age, having seen everything in the world probably twice over, and with all that money, a knighthood, etc – seeing a one-legged woman have to hobble to a toilet in the middle of the night is probably all you’ve got left.
So back off, Miss Mills and return to the world of soft-porn from whence you came.