This week Heather Mills, the soon to be former wife of Paul McCartney, denounced the rich. Sort of funny since she's only asking for a few hundred million from Paul. The later in the week she suggested that if we wanted to drink milk, we should drink rats milk, and save the poor old cows.

I can't figure out why we should listen to anything this wacky woman has to say. She is famous, as they say, for marrying McCartney. And a tad more famous for divorcing him. And she did  have that one legged thing going for her, but probably not anymore.

Paul should have had a metal detecor with him when he met her. He'd have discovered the metal plate in her head, and he could have easily escaped with no threat to his fortune. Garrett's G2 model is compact, lightweight and fits in a shirt pocket. A couple of quick waves behind her while on his way to the loo, and he could have been assured that this wasn't the right woman for him.

Or anybody else for that matter. Listening to Heather Mills talk is like hearing a baby with colic. The difference is that eventually the baby won't have colic anymore.

A good wave of the Garrett G-2 Enforcer would have paid off huge for Paul, and she wouldn't have known a thing about why she got cashiered at the end of the night. And by the way, the G-2 works on all kinds of folks, not just preening golddiggers with a metal plate in their head.

If you're prepared, you'll never be surprised.

Michael Gravette