Yesterday .. peg-legged loonies seemed so far away.

Jesus I bet Paul McCartney and his family are breathing a collective sigh of relief today for getting rid of that peg-legged, moon-faced, geordie, fantasist.

It's shame that Paul got sucked into this but there's clearly a generation gap not simply in terms of age but in terms of the definition of fame and values between the 60's and the 00's.

By the age Heather is now [ 38 ] Sir Paul had already been part of the worlds most successful singer / song-writing combinations, put behind him a key role in the biggest band in the world, he was a multi-multi millionaire purely on the back of his own talents, and had virtually semi retired to pursue a solo career. He'd achieved virtually everything he wanted to by 30, and was enjoying the cash and the fame.

In comparison decades later he collided head on with the cheerleader of a new brand of international shiteratti whose only claim to fame appears to have been losing a limb, and shagging a range of hapless men before pissing off with their cash. In short an upwardly mobile white trash uni-ped with an eye on his cheque book.

This is all that counts as fame in this day and age, no hard effort, just open your legs (leg?) to get your ugly mug in the papers and the money comes rolling in.

Puzzling though: To this current generation who is more "famous" - billionaire creator of some of the worlds best pop music, or loony geordie shag-bag?

Its a warning shot for any other famous people of his generation who still seem to think that the same rules apply as when they were young. They don't. Beware. Every shread of decency in this world is for sale. There's always someone willing to do something, anything, for cash and the chance to get their ugly mugs in the papers at your expense. And you'll be torn up and spat out and fed to the dogs in the process because its all about cash.