JUST for the record - and because the girl is mourning the breakdown of her marriage, recovering from a major operation on her amputated leg, and enduring a complete character assassination - I actually admire Heather McCartney.
I've met her several times, and although I wouldn't call her the warmest person I've ever encountered, she has always struck me as a doer, someone who could have been a victim, but became a fighter instead.
I will always remember what Sir Paul McCartney told me when I asked him the secret of his long-lasting marriage to Linda:
"She still interests me," he said. "Every single day she interests me." And the same could surely be said of his second wife.
Heather is ballsy, sometimes disconcertingly direct, and a tad defensive, but then you would be if you'd been kicked out by your parents as a teenager and forced to live on the streets. I like her.
And I like her, not despite, but because of the things she's been accused of recently. She's lied about her past? She only fibbed to drag herself out of her past.
She's used her body for porn pictures and allegedly sold it to wealthy Arabs? If she has, so what? She hasn't harmed anyone.
She's a money-grabber? That'll be why she spends her life working for charity then.
She tried to change Sir Paul? Well, she got him off the wacky baccy if that's what you mean. Oh and she couldn't see what was so special about The Beatles. She's not alone there.
Let's put it another way - she's a gobby, gutsy girl from a rough background who did whatever it took to drag herself away from her past. After making it as a model she tragically lost her leg, but gained the motivation to fight for others who've lost limbs.
In 1996 she received a Nobel Peace prize nomination. And then she bagged a Beatle! And if it had been anyone else we'd all be thinking 'Aah, what a rags-toriches fairytale.'
And they might have lived happily ever after, only no one wanted happiness for Heather.