I wonder if Dave is whistling that song around the corridors of No. 10 today? If not, he should be! Consider: the sun is shining (and yes, that is very lucky these days), a Brit wins Wimbledon, our rugger buggers beat their rugger buggers (with a little help from the Irish), 'Ed Mili' ties a white scarf round his head and sreams "Banzai" as his plane plummets earthwards into the HQ of the UNITE union, the 'Cleggon' is becoming the most despised man in British politics and finally, not one but two Royal 'bay-bees' to cheer up the female half of the electorate.
Of course, only diamonds are forever, and we must constantly remind ourselves that 'Dim Dave' is the Monsieur Hulot of national politics. Like the ineffable Jaques Tati, accidents are just around the corner:
David Cameron Monsieur Hulot
Even so, with just over a couple of years to go and having achieved virtually nothing of political importance (I except education), Dave finds himself bestriding an empty battlefield and only the distant thunder of hooves from marauding UKIP outriders disturb his equanimity. For a total political tosser, that is seriously lucky, lucky, lucky!
