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Oh, the hits just keep coming from our favorite peg-legged British hoooooah. (Anyone who saw her rant on British morning television will get that last one.) Turns out that while she lambasted Sir Paul for not giving their daughter Beatrice enough money to fly “A” class (I assume that is first class), it is actually Heather who is relegating her to the back of the plane:
Mucca slammed ex Sir Paul McCartney on Monday for forcing the four-year-old to travel “B Class†after their bitter divorce — while he flew “A Classâ€.
She haughtily vowed to pay for Beatrice’s first-class travel herself.
But details obtained by The Sun show the one-legged gold-digger has ALREADY failed to live up to her pledge.
Heather, dubbed Pornocchio after her divorce judge branded her a scheming liar, jets to New York this weekend to rest after her court war with ex-Beatle Paul, 65.
But she is sending Bea home early with a minder and nanny in the £409 seats [about $820 USD] at the back of a Virgin jet.
Mucca, 40, will fly to LA the same day for a further three weeks before jetting home alone — in a £3,348 [$6,700 USD] Virgin Upper Class berth. [...]
Both are booked in swish Upper Class on an outbound flight from Heathrow as their minder goes economy.
They will be joined days later by a nanny who is booked to jet home with Bea and the minder on another Virgin flight.
Bea’s seat is reserved in the economy section with her companions.
Upper Class and the flight’s Premium Economy cabin showed “wide open†availability yesterday.
Mucca is booked in business class on her Continental Airlines flight from New York to LA.
She is then scheduled to return home on Virgin, again flying Upper Class.
Six. Thousand. Dollars. For a first class seat for Mucca and her peg leg (no, I’m not picking on the physically handicapped, just Heather), while her daughter, whom she professes to do everything for, flies coach. According to the divorce papers, Beatrice gets £35,000 [over $70,000 USD] every year to travel and be with her father. In this case, little Bea and her minder will be flying from New York back to merry olde England while her mother stays here in the States, presumably doing business with her lawyer/bulldog Gloria Allred. What, poor Heather can’t rest in one of her homes?
So let’s do the math. At $6000 a seat for first class, and two tickets (one for Bea, one for the nanny), that’s about six trips across the pond per year. But Bea won’t usually be making transatlantic flights…she’ll be going from one end of the UK to another. The fee for jetting around the UK is probably at least half that. And little Bea probably won’t be flying all the time…I’ll bet there will be times when daddy will be near enough that he will send a car for her. Basically, Bea can fly first class…as long as she’s going with her mother, to where her mother wants to go. However, when it comes time to go see dad, it’s coach.

Have you ever heard of Munchhausen’s Syndrome By Proxy? Basically (and this is a quick synopsis, not a detailed definition) it’s when parents make up an illness or injury to their child to get attention for themselves, so people will then look at the parent and feel sorry for them and be in awe at how well the parent handles everything under such pressure. Parents will go so far as to poison or injure their own children in order to keep up the charade so as to get attention for themselves.
I think this is similar to what is going on with Bea (and to so many children of divorced parents), although not with illness or injury but with lifestyle and money. Heather can now step back and say, “Look at poor little Bea, she has to travel B class to go see her father, the miserable miser,” when the reality is that there is more than enough money there for Bea and her nanny to travel any way they like. Even if Heather eventually has to make up a little out of her own pocket, she received millions of pounds in the settlement, more than enough to do so…the woman is not headed to the workhouse any time soon, no matter her protestations to the contrary. And I’ll bet Sir Paul (as many divorced fathers are wont to do) will kick in a little more under the table for his daughter to fly or travel to see him.
But in Heather’s mind, she’s coming out looking like the poor, put-upon, long-suffering ex-wife who must put up with such things in order to let her daughter see her father. And I’ll bet my cup of hot tea she’s telling her daughter that it’s daddy’s fault that she’s flying in the back of the plane.
Fantasist, indeed.