Most men in Paul McCartney’s position would have spent the last week sitting at home in the dark forlornly wondering how they ever let a catch like Heather Mills slip through their fingers.
Not Paul McCartney, though, now that his divorce is finalised, he’s flown off to the Caribbean to jam his tongue down the throat of his American millionaire friend Nancy Shevell in front of some probably fairly nauseated holidaymakers.
So congratulations to Paul McCartney for moving on. True, Nancy Shevell might not regularly scream the word ‘paedophile!’ on breakfast TV in a funny voice, nor did she embark on a gruesome 1980s soft-porn career, not does her mouth wriggle sinisterly up one side of her face when she tries to smile, but Paul McCartney was never going to hit the jackpot twice in a row, was he?
