DAVID Cameron has one thing going for him, as Ed Miliband recently found out to his cost. Whatever you think of the Tory leader (and we think very little), you could always say this: he looked like a Prime Minister.

We may never look at him the same way again. In one fell, ham-flavoured swoop, Lord Ashcroft has had his bloody revenge.

How on Earth can Cameron sit there now, at some grand summit of world leaders, without looking suspiciously at his tablemates, wondering if they’re picturing him in some indiscreet position of pig pleasure?

How can he stand up in Parliament and ask to be taken seriously? Jeremy Corbyn, suddenly, is twice the statesman. Ed Miliband had his own struggles with bacon, but at least they were reasonably civilised.

But whatever you make think of Cameron’s penchant for pork – and there may be little truth in it – some of Ashcroft’s other insights into the leader of this country are telling.

We will not criticise Cameron for having once taken drugs, though we might for inexplicably losing his zeal to relax drug laws once when he came within a sniff of power.

But to be part of a club which, to quote an unnamed MP, “was all about despising poor people” ... is this really the sort of man who can claim to be the champion of working families?

There was apparently a division at Cameron’s university between those students who “wanted to live the Brideshead lifestyle” and those who “wore donkey jackets in support of the miners”. We know whose side Jeremy Corbyn and Nicola Sturgeon would have been on. And we know who we want to run our country.