So, Heather Mills and Paul McCartney [Sir] had their day in court and she was finally awarded £24.3M, a part of which is the princely sum of £35,000 a year for their daughter Beatrice until she reaches the age of 17. That amounts to almost the same amount of money for the seventeen year old as our household budget, before tax, for the one year!
The ex Beatle is worth in the region of £400M in assets and the couple allegedly blame media intrusion for the break up of their marriage. Having watched Ms Mills’ on TV during the build up to this conclusion and the press release she personally gave after the arrangement was settled I can only say she got far more than she deserves for marrying a man of means and then leaving with a cool £17,000 for everyday of their marriage. What a whingeing, two faced, media-manipulative person she appears to be. Perhaps I have misjudged her and I could marry her and then make off with some of her money as part of a settlement.
We will be eating bangers and mash [sausage and potatoes for tea], Heather Mills will be eating money, and the dented Beatle will be making even more money per minute than I can eat sausages.
Just to prove the point that money doesn’t necessarily bring happiness I think it is about time that Mohamad Al Fayad gave up his quest to have the British Monarch and her hubby appear in court over the death of the once Princess, Diana. If the establishment really wanted Diana dead does he not think that a better way other than the chance crashing of a car could’ve been found? By her own admittance on television to having had suicidal feelings it would have been easier to fake a suicidal death than to have made the car she was in crash in a city such as Paris. A quiet country lane I could understand, but Paris?
I think in both cases that sometimes money can make you sadder or madder [or both] than actually not having any money at all.
The small amount I had put aside in shares to pay for our new, second hand, car, is now unlikely to reach the required amount once sold, but I would rather have that than to have a life blighted by what money cannot buy, such as happiness or the return of what was probably a loving son or daughter.
And just for the hell of it here is a Beatles song lyrics, because I like it…
Can't buy me love, love
Can't buy me love
I'll buy you a diamond ring my friend
If it makes you feel all right
I'll get you anything my friend
If it makes you feel all right
'Cause I don't care too much for money
For money can't buy me love
I'll give you all I've got to give
If you say you love me too
I may not have a lot to give
but what I've got I'll give to you
For I don't care too much for money
For money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love
Everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love
No, no, no, no
Say you don't need no diamond ring
And I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want those kind of things
that money just can't buy
For I don't care too much for money
For money can't buy me love
Can't buy me love
Everybody tells me so
Can't buy me love
No, no, no, no
Say you don't need no diamond ring
And I'll be satisfied
Tell me that you want those kind of things
that money just can't buy
For I don't care too much for money
For money can't buy me love
Ooh, can't buy me love, love
Can't buy me love, no
Labels: al fayad, can't buy me love, diana, heather mills, mccartney