The Presidents Club dinner is not the type of event to which I tend to be invited and neither do I suspect I would go were I to be asked – although in truth that is as much down to my native tightfistedness as to the reports of boorish behaviour from this year’s event. I don’t like the idea of anyone trying to get me drunk in order that I might lose my inhibitions and start writing a very large cheque for charity, however worthy the cause. I would rather make my charitable donations when sober, thank you very much.
Were I running a charity, on the other hand, I would be extremely grateful that such events exist. I wouldn’t be too bothered that some of the donations had been made while the donor was under the influence, and are therefore rather larger than they would have been otherwise.
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