Vanity causes some to do odd things. Take Paul McCartney, for example. Why does he color his hair? We all know that he is in his sixth decade, and what 60-something man has such pure brown hair with not a grey hair in sight? Coupled with his sagging face, the discord is inescapable. It appears that his colorist missed a spot on the right temple.
It is no secret to anyone who knows me that I think the best thing that ever happened to Paul is that he met John Lennon. Otherwise he'd probably still be in Liverpool writing his quaint, cliché-riddled ditties. Oh bla-di oh bla-da.
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