Paul McCartney’s only son James makes rare appearance with father – his looks are highly criticized by fans

In the 2000s, James played backup percussion and guitar for some of his dad’s solo releases, like “Flaming Pie” and “Driving Rain.” He also played lead guitar for his mom on the track “The Light Comes from Within,” on the posthumously released album “Wide Prairie.”
When his mom died in 1998, James admits that his ‘perfect world’ was destroyed.
“When I was 17 I wrote my first song and then Mum was diagnosed with cancer. She died when I was 20 and that’s when I went into a very dark period,” he said. He continued, “I was studying art, photography and English at college. I had spent a lot of time at home with Mum and Dad. I got a bit of flak from the college because I wasn’t really present, but I never regretted spending that time with her.”
James found solace in drugs and alcohol, and distanced himself from the family. Adding to his struggles was his relationship his dad’s new wife, Heather Mills, whom Paul was married to from 2002 to 2008.

“My relationship with Heather was not very good. I didn’t like her. But I wouldn’t want to say anything negative about her because she’s a good mother to Beatrice and that’s the most important thing,” James said, speaking of his baby sister that Paul shares with Mills. “Beatrice is adorable. She’s great, a real joy for the whole family.”
In 2007, when his award-winning dad was hospitalized and had angioplasty surgery, James reconnected with his family. “Dad’s great now but that episode made me realize how important he is to me. He was suffering in his own way [because of his high-profile split from Mills]. He was under stress. In hindsight I wish I’d been more supportive,” James said.

In 2011, Paul married Nancy Shevell, to which James says, “Nancy’s my new mother. I feel that. Definitely. She’s very genuine.”
“I removed myself from my family for a while. Now I want to immerse myself in them,” James shared. “I love Dad so much. I’m in a happy place. I’m not high, which is a good thing. I just want to be the best person I can be.”

Slowly gaining traction as a reputable musician, James released his debut single “Available Light” (2010) and then, collaborated with his dad, who worked as co-producer, James delivered his first album, “Me” in 2013, followed by “The Blackberry Train” in 2016.

Though he lived a mostly private life, he told the BBC in 2012 that as a child, he aimed to be “better than the Beatles.”

“When I got to a certain age, I realized that I was somewhat better than other kids at school at guitar and took pride and enjoyment in that,” James said (as per the Daily Mail).
“I then dreamt of being better than The Beatles. I’m not sure if I can do that. If anything, I would love to be equal to The Beatles–but even that’s quite tough.”
He even revealed he was wanting to reanimate the Beatles with the progeny of the Fab Four, including John Lennon’s son, Sean, son of George, Dhani Harrison, and Ringo Starr’s two boys Zach and Jason Starkey.

But quickly shutting down the media explosion over a Beatles incarnation, NBC reports that James clarified that it was just a thought. “Well, looks like quite some attention being given to my BBC interview! Honestly, I was just thinking out loud about playing with Beatles family friends, nothing more. My band’s going to be on tour in the UK and US for most of this year, and the shows are going great! I’m so grateful…. Lots of love to you all…!”
Recently, James appeared with his dad and big sisters at the private viewing of the “Paul McCartney 1963-64: Eyes of the Storm” exhibition at the National Portrait Gallery in London.
The exhibition features extraordinary photographs taken by Sir Paul of The Beatles’ early days.

James, looking similar to his famous dad, was dapper in a black suit paired with a white shirt at the star-studded event.
Tossed into the spotlight where he’s vulnerable to criticism, fans shared their harsh opinions of James, who is a recovering addict.
“They look very much alike! I think this is what Paul would’ve looked like (in his heyday) if he was overweight and didn’t look after himself. His son needs to start looking after himself. It seems as though he over eats, probably an alcoholic. And doesn’t look like his hygiene is up to par.”

Many, reacted to the Daily Mail writing on Facebook that James is Handsome: “They have a different standard of what ‘handsome’ is….Yikes!” writes one user, while another said, “I don’t think I would say he was handsome got his dad’s eyes but that’s all.”
Some suggested that James aged poorly: “Sorry to say this but his son looks like his father and his father looks like his son.”
Falling into the minority of cyber citizens defending James, one follower writes, “Wow look at all the women body shaming the poor guy for his looks, if it was a woman they would be all up in arms if there was any negative comments, leave him alone ffs nothing wrong with him….probably gets more women than most men in here too lol.”
Have you heard any music released by James McCartney? Are you more likely to listen to his recordings because he is the son of a musical legend or are you the type of person who prefers independent artists?

Arrogant Neighbor Fills In My Pond – My Clever Retaliation Teaches Him Not to Underestimate an Elderly Lady

The grandchildren adore frolicking in it, and sometimes I jest they might favor the pond over me!

All was serene until Brian became my neighbor five years ago. Right from the start, he was troubled by my pond.

“Margaret!” he’d shout from beyond the fence. “Those frogs disrupt my sleep! Can’t you quiet them down?”

With a grin, I’d respond, “Oh, Brian, they’re merely serenading you. No charge at all!”

He continued to grumble. “What about the mosquitoes? Your pond is a breeding ground!”

“Now, Brian,” I’d retort, “my pond is spotless. Perhaps those mosquitoes are from the clutter in your own yard.”

He’d storm off, and I assumed he’d adjust over time. However, I misjudged.

One day, I took a short trip to visit my sister, expecting nothing more than leisurely chats and card games. I returned to a shocking sight that chilled me to the core.

Arriving home, the familiar glint of water was missing, replaced by soil. Heart plummeting, I rushed from my car.

My neighbor, kindly Mrs. Johnson, approached hastily. “Margaret! Thank goodness you’re here. I tried to halt them, but they claimed to have authorization!”

“Stop whom? What authorization?” I stammered, fixated on the muddy remnant of my once-beloved pond.

“A team arrived yesterday, tasked by a company to drain and fill your pond,” Mrs. Johnson explained. “I protested that you were away, yet they presented official documents!”

Feeling betrayed, I realized twenty years of cherished memories had vanished overnight. I knew who was responsible.

“Brian,” I clenched my fists, seething.

“What will you do?” Mrs. Johnson inquired, her expression laden with concern.

I straightened up. “Well, I’ll show him why you shouldn’t trifle with a woman like Margaret!”

Firstly, I contacted my family. My daughter Lisa was incensed. “Mom, this is unlawful! We should inform the authorities!”

“Just wait, dear,” I counseled.

“Let’s gather evidence first.”

Then, my perceptive granddaughter Jessie reminded, “Grandma! What about the wildlife camera in the oak tree? It might have recorded something!”

Indeed, that camera captured our ace in the hole.

The footage unmistakably showed Brian, directing the team to destroy my pond. He seemed pleased with his stealthy mischief.

“Caught you,” I smirked.

Brian presumed I would overlook his actions due to my age and solitude. He underestimated my resourcefulness.

I immediately phoned the local wildlife conservation office.

“Good day,” I began politely. “I need to report the ruin of a protected natural area.”

The agent sounded puzzled. “Protected area, ma’am?”

“Absolutely,” I continued. “My pond hosted an endangered fish species, registered with your office years ago. And it’s been filled in without any lawful clearance.”

The conservation office doesn’t take such matters lightly.

Shortly, they were at Brian’s doorstep, imposing a hefty fine that surely made him wince.

“Gentlemen, we’re here concerning the illegal obliteration of a protected site on your neighbor’s land,” they informed Brian.

Brian blanched. “What? Protected site? It was merely a pond!”

“A pond that housed a recognized endangered fish species, Mr. Thompson. You authorized its destruction without proper consent.”

“This is absurd!” Brian protested. “That old pond was an eyesore! I was cleaning up the neighborhood!”

“Unfortunately, that ‘cleanup’ has resulted in a $50,000 penalty for breaching environmental laws,” they countered.

Brian was aghast. “$50,000? You must be joking! That pond was—”

I savored his dismay from afar, but my plans were not yet complete.

I called my grandson Ethan, a sharp attorney in the city.

“Ethan, dear,” I said. “How about assisting your grandmother in dealing with a neighborhood tyrant?”

Eager to aid, Ethan swiftly served Brian with legal papers for property damage and emotional harm.

While I could have stopped there, one more move remained.

Brian’s wife Karen, who always seemed reasonable, returned from work one evening, and I seized the opportunity for a candid talk.

“Evening, Karen,” I greeted her. “Can we chat for a moment?”

She nodded, weary yet accommodating. “Of course, Margaret. What’s troubling you?”

Over tea, I unveiled the entire saga about the pond – its origins, the joyful memories, and the wildlife it supported.

Karen’s expression shifted from bewilderment to shock. “Margaret, I was unaware,” she exclaimed. “Brian claimed the city mandated the pond’s closure for safety!”

“Well,” I reassured her, patting her hand. “Now you understand the full story.”

Subsequently, the neighborhood was abuzz, and Brian vanished for a while after Karen confronted him about his deceit.

One morning, the buzz of machinery woke me. Peering outside, I was astonished to see a team working in my yard under Karen’s supervision.

“Morning, Margaret. I hope you don’t mind, but I thought it was time to rectify things,” Karen greeted me as the crew worked to restore my pond.

Karen confided about Brian’s other questionable dealings. “This was just him venting his frustrations,” she shared softly.

With the pond reinstated, the environmental charges were withdrawn. Ethan persuaded me to drop the lawsuit as well, always the diplomat.

As for Brian, he disappeared out of state, humbled and defeated. Karen, now a frequent visitor, helped me care for the revived pond, grateful for the chance to make amends.

One serene evening by the restored waters, Karen mused, “Margaret, I never imagined I’d appreciate Brian’s mistake.”

Curious, I asked, “Why is that?”

She grinned, clinking our iced tea glasses. “If he hadn’t interfered, I might never have discovered such an incredible neighbor.”

Here I am, 74 and invigorated, with a rejuvenated pond, a new ally, and a tale for future family gatherings. Life always surprises, doesn’t it?

And if there’s a moral here, it’s never to underestimate a grandmother with a resolve and a competent attorney!

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