I'm tired of Heather Mills

I've never been much of a Paul McCartney fan and so I have no vested interest in his ongoing break-up with Heather Mills--other than I wish they would get on with it already.

Mills simply does not know when to shut up. Apparently, their's was an unhappy union from the start. But, considering Heather had more to gain by becoming Lady McCartney, one can almost understand why she put up with him for four long years. I guess he needed viagra, as if he is the only man of his age to rely on pharmaceuticals for a stellar performance. Another of his great sins is that he admitted that he was partially to blame for the end of their marriage. Well, duh, isn't that always the way? Too bad Heather can't admit that maybe she had something to do with the end as well. However, Heather seems to be a spiteful bitch who wants to come out of this as a cross between Mother Theresa and Princess Diana. Not even her lawyers want to deal with her anymore--and lawyers will represent anyone as long as the legal bills are paid. Anyway, according to the British tabs, Lady McCartney has tapes of conversations with her then husband and at least one of her step-daughters. I guess wondering why she would tape them in the first place is useless. She keeps threatening to use these tapes in court, where I am sure they will have less of an inpact since she, or someone close to her, reveals the contents to the tabs. Heather, who made a name for herself by marrying Paul in the first place, wants to be known fort her charitable work--which apparently she cannot pursue until the financial settlement meets her needs. And that, apparently, is really what this is about. Heather wants money and lots of it, Paul would prefer to keep his money to himself. Meanwhile, Heather continues her assault on Paul's character, somehow convinced that the public who has lionized him for 40 years will suddenly change its mind. Yeah, when pigs fly.