I’m sat here writing this with two young sons by my side. I can only hope to god that they don’t turn out to be anything like the men described by The Financial Times in their recent article about The Presidents Club. Please familiarise yourselves with it. It’s pretty tough reading. To summarise a men only club holds a yearly charity fundraiser where they hire “hostesses” to parade around basically looking pretty and being leered at – and the rest. Money talks. I’m not shocked, unfortunately.This goes on. A lot, I’ve seen it. I grew up, and still live, in Sevenoaks. A fairly wealthy part ofRead More →