Our old favourite slapper Heather Mills McCartney has had to sell her house to pay legal bills, according to media reports. Her mood will not be helped by the publication of a new book, The Unsinkable Heather Mills by Neil Simpson. The back cover, so the New York Post tells us, has her gift wrapped as a hooker, liar, porn star, fantasist, troublemaker, shoplifter. So why did Simpson write about her?
I’m fascinated by people who life dealt a bad hand, got kicked down and yet are survivors. Heather’s a tough friend and a tough wife. People close to her can always be alienated. She wants constant praise, vindication, she constantly needs to be right. And she remembers every slight. They niggle away at her. It’s a recipe for disaster. She shouts and drives people bananas. She alienates them. It’s her MO
She wants the chance to talk. To eventually do her own worst tell-all book ever. She feels there are ‘dark forces’ out there and wants to be paid £50 million for never speaking. She wants an insurance policy.
In other words, as we suspected, she’s barking. And her claims that she was a straightforward model continue to be undermined as more and more pornographic images hit the web.
