‘Presidents Club’ goings-on – all over the newspapers today – are at least as much a sign of class and wealth inequality as of endemic sexism. I first observed these kinds of depravity when I was at Cambridge; a predominately male university – women were allowed in, but had their own colleges – with the musty, clubby atmosphere that these present-day degenerates appear to want to replicate in their private dining clubs. Occasions such as those revealed the other night at the Dorchester Hotel were too expensive for me to be able to afford, even if I had been invited (or had wanted to go); but one got to hear of them. Some idea of them can be gathered from the film The Riot Club, directed by the Dane Lone Scherfig (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Riot_Club), and modelled on the real-life Oxford Bullingdon Club, of which Boris and our ex-PM David Cameron, of course, were leading members. Only the rich and powerful participated. Their attitudes to women – ‘totties’, they called them – were similar to the Presidents Clubbers’. I’ve been shocked by the Financial Times‘s revelations; but only because I had assumed that this sort of thing had been dying out slowly over the past fifty years of moderately successful feminism, and then at a quicker rate post-Harvey Weinstein. It just shows what debauchery you can cling on to if you’re well-heeled. It’s another symptom of our present corrosive social inequality.

I think we ought to be told which of the guests got out his dick to show to one of the totties. Shaming is the only answer.