Everyone knows a lie or two is okay here and there. It's appreciated when a little whitey smoothes things over, in events like 'yes, the meatloaf was good,' or 'no, your bum does not look big in that.' But in the case of Heather Mills it's liar liar, pants on fire.

Heather Mills has raised even the most unshockable of eyebrows on both sides of the Atlantic lately after a string of frenzied, emotional TV interviews where she claimed the weird and the wonderful in her impending divorce from Sir Paul McCartney.

Even the normally unflappable Barbara Walters weighed in on the furore this week, remarking that: "I never talk about people I interview, but this is not a very nice woman."

For most people who declared a hatred of the media and a yearning for a quiet life, the solution would be simple. Keep you arse out of the press. Not Millsy. She uses the media to announce her so-called hatred of the media and "this whole campaign against me."

Never one to do things by halves, the dramatics were truly in full swing when, blazing eyed, she declared that she had received "worse press than a paedophile or a murderer" in the 18 months since her marriage split, and likened herself to Princess Diana and Kate McCann, the mother of missing English girl Madeleine McCann.

What, no Mother Theresa in there too? Or why not a dash of the Virgin Mary?

For Heather - a shrewd gold digger trying to pry a couple of million more pounds from an old man - to compare her situation to the pain and trauma of losing a child and then being accused of murder as Kate McCann has is vain, self-absorbed and utterly ridiculous.

After this outburst, her PR adviser quit.

Heather has always been known in Britain for, as her ex-fiance put it so succinctly "having a rather elastic relationship with the truth." Ex-husband Alfir Karmal hit the nail on the head when he said "If she told me it was raining, I couldn't believe her until I'd checked."

Millsy's lied about her past as a model, her vegetarianism, her anti-fur stance, living homeless as a teen, and even stole the identity of an investigative reporter with the same name, passing the woman's work off as her own for a year. This is without the strong rumours of her history as a high class hooker for wealthy Middle Eastern businessmen.

After the McCartneys announced their separation in May 2006, the British press began salivating over the impending divorce settlement. Heather had offered to sign a pre-nup, Paul had deemed it 'unromantic' (a decision he must be kicking himself in his soppy ass for now) and it was rumoured she would be able to get her hands on up to and above GBP200m.

But, Heather being Heather, she outlandishly claimed on Britain's GMTV morning show that no one even knows if she wants money at all. My arse, love. Nobody racks up GBP1.5m in lawyer's fees for their health.

A divorce can be made under English law in as little as six weeks, and I don't think there's a soul alive who doesn't think she's hanging in there for the cash. Sure, she deserves some. A bit. But if she really cared about being dignified and not impacting on her young daughter she would have settled quickly, moved to the country, and kept her mouth closed.

No way, Jose. Heather's fighting tooth and nail against a confidentiality clause Macca wants her to sign, which would put the kibosh on any chance of a book or movie deal about the couple's time together. Heather, apparently, has already tried to meet with movie producers about a film of her life story, and fancies Reese Witherspoon to play her.

It does make you wonder if she plotted the whole thing, from the minute she met the grieving widower at a charity event in 1999. Heather dumped her last fiance days before their wedding after having met the former Beatle. Getting married to McCartney was on thing, but having a daughter meant money for jam for Millsy - with Paul McCartney's child in her corner she should be on Easy Street. For his sake, then, I hope he continues to fight her tooth and nail.

Heather Mills has done a lot of good work against landmines, for amputees and assorted other charities, but if I was the head of a charitable organization right about now I wouldn't touch her with a barge pole. She would be more harm than good on the side of your cause. And it annoys the bejesus out of me that she attempts to use her amputated leg for public sympathy. You never saw her hobbling around on crutches when their marriage was hunky dory.

This woman just seems to be throwing her toys from the cot when things start to work against her. The gravy train's almost at the end of the line, and Heather doesn't like the destination. She's a deluded, vindictive harpy who's her own worst enemy, despite the masses of people she imagines are out to get her.

She must be Kevin Federline's idol! Tori Spelling's husband could also be taking notes. In fact, imagine the possibilities if Kevin and Heather hooked up.

British TV personality Jonathan Ross put it best at a London awards ceremony. The crowd, including the Gallagher brothers and members of U2, laughed uproariously at Ross' observation that Heather was such a liar, "I wouldn't be surprised if we found out she's actually got two legs."

Does Heather Mills deserve everything she's getting or is she simply misunderstood? You tell me.