... WHAT THE #@%! WERE YOU THINKING???!!!

That's better...
I've been wanting to scream that out loud for a while now - not at Macca himself though, as he'd probably have his butler set the dogs on me. Let's face it, he can't be in the sunniest of moods at present.
24 million quid for 4 years of marriage, that only a fraction of which was happy. The mind boggles pop-kids. Apparently that equates to £7,000 for each day of wedded whatever. Surely the phrase pre-nuptual agreement must've come up at some point? I tells ya, if the now ex-Mrs. Macca writes a self-help book, I'm buying it.
One of life's true mysteries this, as Mister Paul is famously careful (ahem) with his dosh. Tight as a gnat's chuff I think was the expression Bianca Jagger used back in the day to describe his advanced mastery in the art of round-buying avoidance.
Come to think of it, she was hitched to Mick 'Steptoe' Jagger at the time, himself an honours graduate of the Yorkshire School of Generosity, so that was quite an insult.
Right now Mister Paul needs to shape up, focus, get back on the horse, and get back Out There.
Sir P, if you need any help easing yourself back into the high-life, ring me and we'll do the town and do it classy.
One condition though - we'll have a kitty.