Well that didn’t take long did it?

Two years of campaigning and faux promises and then the last votes had barely been counted before David Cameron showed his true colours yet again.

He just couldn’t help himself.

The smug fatuous git had to rub the pro-independence lobby’s faces in it — that’s the Bullingdon/Tory way.

They say you can judge the qualities of a man by how he conducts himself as a victor, and never more so than in this case.

So terrified were the British Establishment of an independent Scotland they used every trick at their disposal to try and ensure a No vote, including pledging a whole raft of measures to extend the devolved powers of the quasi-state.

But as with many stag/hen dos and the majority of rock bands on the road, it would appear yet again to be a case of “what happens on tour stays on tour.”

Within minutes of the ballot being declared, Cameron stuck the knife in — and twisted it — announcing that, as reward for their failed rebellion, Scottish MPs while remaining shackled to perfidious Albion will also no longer be able to vote on “English” issues.

Which I’m guessing will be all the important ones…

Magnanimity is truly an alien concept to these odious slime bags.

No doubt there were a lot of self-congratulatory smirks around Westminster way yesterday morning once the massive sense of relief wore off and the palpitations calmed down.

Yet in reality they did everything possible to throw it away with their churlish carrot-and-stick approach and patronising rhetoric.

Just to burst their smug bubble I would like to point out that this vote does not mean that over 50 per cent of Scots like you.

And now they’ve gone from phoney paternalism to feudal laird mode in one fell swoop.

Any sensible, or even vaguely human, individual would be seeking to ameliorate the only too evident tensions and pour (North Sea) oil on betroubled waters. But not this pack of craven curs.

Oh, there will be a few token sops to the Yes voters — even the Tories can’t get away with not doing that after their desperate pleading — but they won’t forget this, you can be sure, and for every concession a pound of flesh will be extracted.

The true tragedy for Britain is that if the Yes vote had won Cameron was out of a job and would forever have been remembered as the prime minister who not only couldn’t get himself elected but also lost Scotland. Still, better luck next time.

But on to other matters…

While the eyes of the world, and that’s not an exaggeration, have been focused on the Scottish independence referendum, even murkier things have been afoot elsewhere.

Not least in Madrid where they unveiled the latest hagiographic obscenity on the unsuspecting populous this week.

Proving yet again that it has yet to adequately deal with the legacy of fascist dictator Francisco Franco, the Spanish capital has taken the (goose) step of naming a local square after Maggie Thatcher.

As offensive posthumous titular endorsements go that’s really pushing the gunboat out.

Supporting and extolling the made-up virtues of a country’s fascist past is not exactly new but to honour that of a completely separate state is an entirely different matter.

You may recall that a few years ago they unveiled a statue of Ronald Reagan in London to general bemusement and spectacular lack of interest. Personally this column is of the opinion that they only opted for Reagan because Augusto Pinochet would still have been a wee bit controversial.

He was almost a permanent fixture here at one point and anyway that particular edifice was probably in Thatcher’s personal fetish room, possibly sporting Jimmy Savile’s spare track suit.

Oh God, I’m going to have to bleach my brain now!

Thatcher’s twerp of a son and the British ambassador were reportedly in attendance at the unveiling of the sign. I’m just surprised he could find his way there without an SAS escort.

There is of course the possibility that this is a highly elaborate piss-take — and this notion was given further credence when among the fawning platitudes uttered by the assembled hoi polloi, Thatcher was praised for “helping strengthen the European Union.”

Which is a bit like praising Cameron for “strengthening” Britain, which in a sense he has — if you define “strengthening” as being united in mutual loathing.