POOR old Jeremy Corbyn. This should be the greatest week of his political career. He’s been plugging away on the backbenches for 32 years and now, carried along by a wave of optimism amid the biggest revolution Labour has seen since John Prescott threw some shapes on the dancefloor following the 1997 election victory, Mr Corbyn finds himself holding the keys to the party’s car, taking the courtside seat in the House of Commons.

Everything in his garden, assuming he has one, should be rosy. He should be bounding out of his constituency home, hopping on to his bike and riding to work without a care in the world. He’s won the lottery.

Trouble is, he has spent the week emerging from his house and finding the world’s media camped on his doorstep, getting in his way and generally being a nuisance.

Every single thing that he's done since his coronation a week ago has been subjected to scrutiny. He was "slammed" – this seems to be the word of the week in the tabloids – for not wearing a tie, ridiculed for then wearing a tie the following day, but daring to pair that with a slightly oversized shirt that gave the impression he had not fastened his top button and was therefore being disrespectful.

This was at a Battle of Britain memorial service at St Paul’s Cathedral, where much was made in the run-up about his anti-war views. It was suggested he was a hypocrite for turning up in the first place.

As I have said in recent weeks, I’m not one for disclosing my political beliefs or using this column as some kind of soapbox for what I do or do not believe in. Unless it is on a superficial level. I deal mostly in superficial.

And if I was a Labour member I’d not be too pleased with the election of Mr Corbyn. But hounding the guy and jumping on every perceived fault is hardly helping the cause, is it?

Mr Corbyn is unashamedly anti-war. How many people are not? I am anti-war. War is bad. People die. Mr Corbyn is not anti-armed forces. Quite the opposite.

So turning up at a memorial for those who were involved in the Battle of Britain is not hypocritical.

He hit the front pages of the newspapers not for his hypocrisy, but for “failing to sing the national anthem”. Those were the actual words. “Failing to sing”. As if he attempted, realised he knew neither the words nor the tune and sat back down again.

He chose not to sing the national anthem – God Save The Queen – because he is not religious, and does not particularly agree with the idea of the monarchy.

Of the first line, Mr Corbyn could only really relate to "Save" and "The". And "save" is a dodgy one on account of his anti-austerity stance. He couldn’t win.

If he did choose to sing the anthem – complete with its anti-Scotland agenda and all – he would be justifiably labelled as a hypocrite. Giving so much ground on his first week in the job, from a campaign that promised a different approach to the national debate, would be political suicide.

His approach to Prime Minister’s Questions should be applauded too. Stripping away the Punch and Judy mentality and actually asking questions. Revolutionary stuff. Yet less was made of that, and much was made of his lack of interest in singing a song. Politics, eh?