…we hear from her.
After the judge in her divorce case put that sad old slapper Mills in her place you don’t expect her to slink off, lick her wounds, never to be seen again do you?
But I regret to have to say I cannot say the same about the wife’s evidence. Having watched and listened to her give evidence, having studied the documents, and having given in her favour every allowance for the enormous strain she must have been under (and in conducting her own case) I am driven to the conclusion that much of her evidence, both written and oral, was not just inconsistent and inaccurate but also less than candid. Overall she was a less than impressive witness.
I have to say that the wife’s evidence that in some way she was the husband’s “psychologist”, even allowing for hyperbole, is typical of her make-belief.- Sir Hugh Bennett
Now I’m no great Macca fan, love the Beatles, some of their solo stuff but that was mainly George and John’s, Paul’s was just a bit bland and insipid for my taste.
And I wasn’t a great fan of his late wife either, self righteous pious veggies, selling fat filled meat substitute ready meals, the world could with less off and I’m sure listening to some Wings recordings caused my ears damage with her catterwallings in the background.
But even with that it was good fun to see Mills be bitched slapped in the case, well as much a bitch slap as walking away with near on twenty five million quid can be. As gold digging goes it was a not bad job by her, though if it wasn’t for her big gob, Walter Mitty fantasies, over active ego and scheming mind – spending all that cash to try and prove that’s what you need to live on, nice one – it could have been a far better job. She could have walked away with all those millions she wanted, which of course beforehand she claimed she wasn’t after
And on the bright side for Paul not only does he have another nipper but he also has an acrylic finger nail to replace the one he wore down playing guitar, though he could have learned to play with a pick, I currently prefer the red nylon Dunlop Jazz III – which are small and stiff, oo-err missus – which at $2.95 for a pack of six would’ve saved himself some money and time and us the hassle of that daft bint.