The Guardian newspaper this week printed one of those immortal headlines that not only boils the blood but leaves one frozen in incredulity. It reads: 'People despise politicians but whose fault is that?'
The commentary that can now take place following the release of Vicky Pryce should include discussion about whether the dash of sexism in court might have undermined a potentially sensible modern defence for other husbands and wives.
So if it is saving lives or preventing deaths that matter so much in this country - why haven't we had some high profile police investigations and a high profile trial after the 1200 or so deaths at the Mid Staffordshire, NHS, Foundation, Trust?
The "My, what a lovely chimney" of news
Under a veneer of high self-worth many narcissists hide underlying feelings of insecurity and inadequacy. These are being masked and compensated for, by the climb up the greasy pole of fame and success.
Isn't it odd how some people take for granted an outstanding talent they possess in sacrifice of a dream they are never going to achieve? They just don't know, or won't accept, what they are good at.
The spectacle of two human beings undergoing what amounts to a slow motion car crash should fill us with deep sadness. Instead, we are the jackals with cameras seeking to capture every nuance of the tragedy so that we may wallow in Schadenfreude, that compelling release of our own follies.
It is unusual that a divorce ends in criminal proceedings and prison, but we would do well to hold in mind in this extreme case, what can happen when we let our actions get the better of us.
It seems appropriate on Mother's Day to be writing about a week when women dominated the headlines. True, it wasn't always for the right reasons (Vicky Pryce doesn't need her many years as an economist to understand the true price of revenge after her time in court this week), but Friday's International Women's Day shone the spotlight on much good that is being done, the world over, in the name of women's rights.
They blew it all because of some little lie to avoid speeding points that the law affects to find super colossally important. They face life imprisonment. I am not making that up. It won't come to that but it is an indication of how monumentally seriously the law takes itself.
The media has been quick to condemn Chris Huhne and Vicky Pryce for various aspects of their self-destructive acts of retaliation, but the more profound question is, why two such intelligent and successful people could get so completely sucked into the vengeance trap?
The Lord Rennard affair is in many ways the perfect PR crisis, combining as it does what appear to be genuine operational problems with an undeniable failure to communicate these problems in a coherent or open manner.
In the wake of the Vicky Pryce fiasco there are, I think, going to be those who will question the legitimacy of juries and the jury system. After all, we are one of the few countries on the planet to trust the business of upholding the law to "twelve good men and true".
It seems that Chris Huhne's sentence is already a foregone conclusion; he is almost definitely going to receive a custodial sentence. The fate of Vicky Pryce, however, for now remains uncertain.
Partly Political Broadcast is a new, hopefully weekly project between me and excellent filmmaker Ben Hilton. It's a short of burst of comedy, with pointed views about the week's goings ons, which we decided we should do because, well, no one else was.
The Jesuits say 'Give me the boy at seven and I will give you the man'. Chris Huhne wasn't seven when I first met him, he was 11. It was 1965, I was nine and my family had just moved to London. Like all boys, Chris was an annoying squirt. I was an instant devotee. Not only was he fantastic but he was also the only proper boy I knew.