WE ALL knew that everyone would be commenting on the outcome of the Mucca v Macca divorce case. But it wasn't the eye-wateringly vast settlement (£24.3 million, thank you very much) that grabbed all the attention. Nor was it the now-obligatory Heather Mills-McCartney rant, which this time went on for more than 10 minutes and included this struggling-working-class-mum-friendly gem: "Beatrice only gets £35,000 a year.

"And so she obviously is meant to travel B class while her father travels A class - but obviously I will pay for that. It's very sad."

Yes, so very sad, poor Bea.

No, what actually hogged the headlines were some head-shots.

Those before-and-after photographs of Sir Paul McCartney's lawyer, the immaculate Fiona Shackleton, who arrived at court sporting an elaborate pompadour that would have put Baroness Thatch in the shade, but left with what appeared to be a sort of slicked-back, mini mullet.

In fact, this mad hair day was noteworthy for a couple of reasons.

Firstly, it emerged that the reason behind £500-per-hour Shacka's impromptu 'do was a well-aimed glass of water poured over her head by Lady Mucca, who, chuckling, announced that her ex's brief had "been baptised in court", conjuring up all sorts of delicious images of behind-the-scenes courtroom dramas and confirming what we already knew - that the Lady is a loose cannon.

Secondly, and more importantly some would argue, it totally transformed Ms Shackleton.

And everyone agreed it looked good, some even said sexy.

With one deft application of H20 - surely the cheapest hair treatment of all time? - she went from a frumpy dowager with a dated barnet and looking all of her 51 years, to the young-looking, modern woman she so obviously is.

So, irony of ironies, Mucca unwittingly did Shacka a favour, not something one imagines would be top of her latest wish list. Which, incidentally, she can start drawing up just as soon as that Bank of Silly Money cheque clears.

But seriously, while the settlement figure is undoubtedly a jaw-dropping amount to we mere mortals, when one considers that it comes from Macca's £400 million (or £800 million, courtesy of Heather Stats Inc) personal fortune, it's a drop in the ocean - just off the Mull of Kintyre, obviously.

Which could explain why Lady M considered returning to court to try to block the facts of the case being made public, a puzzling development considering her usual propensity for airing her dirty washing in public.

But according to Claire Evans, partner at Bournemouth-based solicitors Dutton Gregory and an expert divorce lawyer who specialises in advising individuals of "high net worth", this could be because there's lots of unflattering evidence.

"This was a very long judgement and there's likely to be lots of facts that she doesn't want disclosed as they'd put her in a bad light."

The words door, horse and bolted come to mind.

Claire, who I'm glad to report has never had water dumped on her head by an irate opposing party, adds: "I'll make a prediction. When this all settles down, Heather will marry someone who is after her for her fortune and she'll get a taste of her own medicine."

And may I suggest that before she moans again about the indignities of her child having to travel B class, perhaps she'd like to talk to my two little ones about what it's like travelling lap-passenger class for two and a half hours on Eurostar then negotiating three tube trains - dressed in furry Eeyore suits!