Heather Mills Now Claims Paul McCartney Called Her A “One Legged Bitch”
November 11, 2007 by Dave Parrack
The Heather Mills Versus Paul McCartney battle is doomed never to end, with the latest being a report in the News of the World newspaper claiming Paul called Heather “a one legged bitch”.
In her recent train wreck interview on GMTV, she claimed she had a box of evidence about her ill treatment at the hands of Paul and his family, that would be passed on to a certain person if anything were to happen to her. She was clearly suggesting that Paul or some of his people were out to get her and she feared for her safety.
Now a friend of Heather Mills has supposedly told the newspaper:
“There are other recordings Heather says prove Paul referred to her as a ‘one-legged bitch’. She’s hoping this shows people what she’s had to put up with, and will let the public make up their own mind about who was to blame for their split.”
There are also claims in the report of a recording existing of a phone call in which Paul’s daughter Stella is heard ranting “I hope you lose your other f***ing leg!”
To be honest I wish both of them would just shut up about the whole thing. Why does Heather Mills assume the public want to hear every gory detail of the life she had with Paul McCartney? I for one, couldn’t give a shit.
My only thought after this latest story is why was Heather recording phone calls to her husband and daughter in law in the first place. Surely that’s only something someone with already existing problems does?
Just do us all a favour Heather, and disappear and live out the rest of your life somewhere quiet. I’m sure Paul will throw you a few million pounds of his £800 million fortune, he clearly won’t miss it. Plus then we get to stop having to listen to you whining on and on about how hard done by you are.
“Heather Mills Now Claims Paul McCartney Called Her A “One Legged Bitch””
and if he did….was he wrong?…I mean, I don’t want to pick on her handicap…but after all…thats what she IS!
Memory Lane: Remember that sweet little ol’ wedding–all quaint and medieval and in a castle, no less. I keep thinking about the lyrics, “You lost that lovin’ feeling’ . . . it’s gone, gone, gone!” Why, I ask myself, where does the love go and we end up calling each other names. What’s gotten into people these days?