Glad, confident morning again – thanks, Dave!

I may have given the impression in a post two days ago – and in many others – that I believed David Cameron to be a spineless, whey-faced crypto-communist who couldn’t wait to sell out his party and his country so that the Lib-Dems would keep him in power and he’d still be welcome to strut his stuff at top table in Brussells.

Of course, nothing could have been further from my mind. The big boys made me do it. Someone else wrote those things and posted them in my name. I wasn’t even in the country at the time. The cat ate my homework.

Thanks to the Polish workers who congregate under my bedroom window for a nice, jolly, noisy chat over a fag each morning before they recommence knocking the hell out of the house two doors along, I was up in time to catch the Today Programme. I never listen to it normally, but it was already on when I settled down to flick through the Daily Telegraph. Menzies Campbell was on. At first I presumed he was trying not to crow about whatever sleazy deal Dave had eventually signed with our French and German masters – but the tone was wrong. And what Campbell was saying didn’t fit that particular scenario. Then there was the Telegraph cartoon by someone called BOB (possibly the unfunniest cartoonist in history – and yes, I’ve seen Steve Bell’s work) showing Cameron as a terrified kamikaze pilot heading to his death as Sarkozy and Merkel are borne to safety in the EU hot air balloon. Er...

I went online – and just managed to stop spraying my morning tea all over the MacBook in astonishment.

For the first time in 21 years a Tory Prime Minister had done something that made one’s heart swell with pride and hope and sheer unalloyed pleasure. I immediately relayed the news to my wife, who was pleasantly surprised, but may have been slightly less excited than I was about Dave telling the German Chancellor and Marshall Petain to do one. “He must have read your blog,” she commented, but I’m not absolutely convinced she meant it.

No wonder the Today presenters sounded so annoyed. French officials were evidently spitting mad as well. Any action which succeeds in angering those two anti-British groups simply has to be right for Britain.

The BBC, the Guardian and the rest of the Liberal-Left media will now go into overdrive. If the pound dips against the Euro, or the FTSE nosedives, or if the Eurozone disintegrates, it will be the fault of Cameron for behaving like the  typical Tory Little Englander they always knew he was beneath that buffed, shiny, posh-boy exterior. If, on the other hand, things start going better for the British economy (unlikely, I know), it will be a result of typical Tory beggar-thy-neighbour selfishness. (If Cameron had come back waving a piece of paper signalling capitulation, he’d have been painted as a typical Tory back-slider who had been forced to do the decent thing by his enlightened Lib-Dem partners.)

Of course, now we can look forward to the TV docudrama describing how Cameron reached the decision to say “No! No No!” I really want to know! (There's already speculation that William Hague being on hand might have strengthened his resolve - but having doubted the PM for so long, I'm prepared, for once, to give him sole credit: after all, his Churchillian/Thatcherite posturing has turned into Churchillian/Thatcherite behaviour.)

The other thing to look forward to is the denizens of the City showing their gratitude in the traditional manner by awarding themselves even more grotesque salaries and bonuses, refusing to lend money to other banks, and ripping off their customers and clients as usual. Some things never change.

But let’s forget all that for a moment and applaud a British Prime Minister who has – at last – put his own country first.

Sorry, old boy!