And so you face the final curtain. The whisper therapy came to nada. The shared judo lessons came to zilch. The pub you bought? It stinks of nuts. You're singing D.I.V.O.R.C.E, quietly, under your breath, and taking comfort in the fact that at least it rhymes. It's time to call your publicist ...

"A courtroom is a barbaric venue in which to pick over the carcass of a failed marriage," Fiona Shackleton once observed. This week Sir Paul McCartney's divorce lawyer had a ringside seat behind the closed doors of court 34 at the Royal Courts of Justice while her client and Heather Mills tore the last shreds from the bones of ...