.. to get married this weekend.

What a guy... 69 years old, and still not a grey hair on his head. Like, fab!

I wonder what she sees in the wrinkly old multi-millionaire.

(and I clicked this expecting to find out that he'd snuffed it)

And there aren't folks the same age or older, that don't have grey hair?

Celebrity worship is an illness.

Jealousy rears it's ugly head, while some on here have to hump their old wives Sir Paul is knobbing a new cracker

A new cracker...really as in she is a virgin? It's not like she hasn't been around, and a round, and around

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz...=feeds-newsxml

Only time will tell is she is going to do a "whatsherface"

I suspect he and/or his hair stylist is an afficianado of something like this:-
http://www.justformen.com/home.asp

His hair colour does not look natural to me.

Fresh meat for Sir Paul though better than having to make love to the samt person for 50 years odd

If there is any jealousy in this thread it's from you. Clearly you want to take this womans place in "Sir Pauls" bed.

How can you say that?!

Look at this picture... that's just good genes, that. Sir Paul doesn't need to add any Kiwi Oxblood to those locks.



Edit: I concede that he does look a bit - OK, a lot -like my Aunty Elsie in this photo.

And they say women are bitchy

You can't go wrong with what you know though, and there are numerous ways to spice things up

Personally, that bird has nothing on Linda. You couldn't pay me to "tap that" to be honest, that's just me.

Well, that’s easy to say, but what are you supposed to do when “the one you know” only goes and dies on you?

Sir Paul, despite being 69 years of age, remains a spirited, vigorous scally, with a man’s needs, and a damned fine head of lustrous chestnut hair to boot. I say to him, “Good luck, Sir Paul, good luck - just don’t overdo it, mind your back, and remember not to leave your wallet anywhere visible… this one’s got a fine matching pair of pins and can probably run faster than the last one.”

Living in The Oily Sandpit has addled the part of your brain that controls your eyesight.

You lot are terrible cynics. I am confident she is marrying him for the money and hasn't given a thought to his striking, stylishly, elegantly coiffured and luxurious barnet.