drop me a line stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say,
yours sincerely wasting away.
Give me your answer,
fill in a form,
mine forever more.
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm sixty four?
‘I remember the moment well. It was Macca's first real public appearance since the death of his wife, Linda, and he turned up an hour late after agonising all morning whether to come or not. 'This is not easy for me,' he whispered tearfully in my ear…I genuinely felt for him. But Paul perked up enormously when a feisty buxom lady called Heather Mills marched on stage… I introduced her to Paul after the show, and before I knew it they'd fallen in love’, confessed a distraught Piers in the Daily Mail today.
So there you have the essence of it in a Fabergé egg. Celebs are born with a different internal clock (not to mention moral compass). Nothing to do with time constrains them. In fact, I am working on a theory that celebs reject the very concept of numbers which is why none of them seem to comprehend the obscenity of either their wealth or demands. I’ll work on that some more. Something tells me the evidence base will be wide. Meanwhile we’ll all have a lot of fun seeing how much of that £825m gets hoovered up in lawyer’s fees. Dunkin’ may live to regret all that penny pinching. No more lonely nights? Betfair has decent odds.
Cartoon from www.leonardcohenforum.com