You can’t reach a higher level of pure wholesomeness than this; Paul McCartney with a baby and a basket of kittens (not pictured.) Channeling all of his phenomenal talent into songs about the beauty and wonder of a clean environment. How on Earth does he do it? I recently had a brilliant idea for a Sin City-style comic book series in which – not to give too much away – Paul McCartney is the villain. Even though, after decades of being one of the most deeply discussed persons in the world, not a single trace of villainy has ever been revealed, it’s fun to imagine there’s some secret plot for world domination afoot. He draws you in with his charming songs of pastoral utopia, but once you’re in, you can never escape. Or something like that, I haven’t fully worked it out yet. But it’s gonna be fantastic.