WEEPING, moaning, and whingeing about her multi-million pound pad in the Palace of Westminster, Sally Bercow – in the news this week because of her alleged affair with her husband’s cousin - is truly a poster girl for our times.

Never mind the fact that people are actually sleeping in tents in the UK because of the bedroom tax. Never mind that a record amount of food is being handed out to people who are IN WORK because their pittance wages don’t even cover basic foodstuffs.

Poor Sally’s world is in turmoil because the Palace in which she lives is ‘oppressive and antiquated’ and she ‘hates’ it there. And, er, that’s about it, as far as I can make out.

Can’t she see how insensitive this all is? In the week when hope of a fairer life was snatched away from millions following the general election, all she’s got to worry about as far as I can see is her friends having to go through security before they can pop round for a coffee.

But Sally’s never been much good at thinking through her actions, has she? Whether she’s libelling an elderly peer, appearing on reality TV or posing in a bedsheet in front of the Houses of Parliament, her main talent appears to be heaping embarrassment on herself and her long-suffering husband.

True, she never asked for the alleged affair to be made public. But her husband holds one of the great offices of state. Even she’s not so thick she doesn’t realise it was bound to make headlines, especially when you consider that Speaker Bercow is paid more than £140,000 a year and has a taxpayer-funded pension pot of £1 million, which Sally would be entitled to part of, if they divorced or she was widowed.

Some commentators claim her behaviour is that of a ‘deeply unhappy woman’, as if that was some kind of excuse, when virtually every problem she’s had in recent years would appear to be of her own making.

Sally’s reported as saying she’s a ‘terrible wife’ and her husband would be’ crazy’ to want her back. Honesty? Or the words of a woman who knows damn well that whatever happens, she’ll be OK, thanks to her husband’s gargantuan salary.

In the meantime I won’t be joining the legions of commentators heaping sympathy upon her. I’ll reserve it for all those poor single mums working two jobs, parents of disabled kids who have no respite care, and teens who are forced to take slave-wage non-jobs because otherwise they’ll be sanctioned.

Human rights act shouldn't be used for 'stupid claim'

RESPECTABLE headteacher Janet Felkin of Hove in East Sussex can now resume her life after being cleared by police investigating her for a ‘hate crime’ - describing a lad with autism as ‘special needs’.

She was reported by the child’s father.

There’s been a lot of hysteria this week from some folk, claiming David Cameron wants to rip up the human rights act and take us all back to the Middle Ages.

Well, the only reason he’s in a position to do anything about this ill-considered act is because so many are totally hacked-off about the way it has bred a whole tribe of people who see ‘hate-crime’ and ‘offence’ in every remark, article, or statement.

For the record, the UK was instrumental in helping draw up the original European Convention on Human Rights in an attempt to ensure that never again would we have to witness a scenario such as the Holocaust.

It was NOT and never should have been mangled and perverted to allow people to make stupid claims, like the one against Janet Felkin.

Life's always better when you have someone to share it with 

PRINCE Harry wants a wife, someone to be next to him to ‘share the pressure’ of his life as the spare to the heir of the United Kingdom.

I bet he does. Seeing his self-absorbed father finally settled at last, seeing his brother’s delight in his growing family must emphasize his loneliness.

Having just celebrated my silver wedding to the loveliest man in the world, I can totally sympathise with Harry.

Whatever you have, whoever you are, life’s always better when you have someone to share it with. I hope the right one comes along for him very, very soon.

Miliband brothers need a good slap

WE’VE waited five years to hear it but David Miliband’s verdict on brother Ed’s election disaster can be summed up thus: “Mu-um! Ed’s messed it all up again.”

If I was Old Mother Miliband I’d give them both a slap.

Wine 'o' clock on a Saturday night is when I look best 

A NEW survey claims women reckon they ‘look their best’ at 10.06am on Monday mornings. Hmm. I reckon I look my best at about 9pm on a Saturday night. But only because I’ve had about four drinks by then, and am not wearing my glasses.

Senseless census has made me cross 

I DO hope Dorset County Council knows that most motorists dragooned into answering their pointless traffic census this week are just like me - so angry at being held up and asked intrusive questions they make up a load of porkie pies to skew the results.

There is a cheap and simple way to ease traffic congestion everywhere. And that is the free and compulsory school bus.