I HAVE never heard of the President’s Club, and am glad to say I have never been to any of their events, which sound distasteful in the extreme. I thought that blatant sexism of that kind had been consigned to the dustbin, along with the Benny Hill Show, many years ago; and of course I join others in decrying the disgraceful scenes which seem to have occurred at their fundraising dinner in London’s Dorchester Hotel.

But then again, strip clubs exist up and down the land; porn magazines are available on every top shelf; it is alleged that 27 million Brits access pornography online and even tabloid readers pay for a share of it.

There are all-male clubs all over the place. There are working men’s clubs, gentlemen’s clubs in St James’s Street in Central London and a few for ladies as well.

Hen nights, for example, can hire ‘Bottomless Butlers’, which I will leave to your own imagination. It is also notable that not a single employee at the President’s Club dinner has complained, and no-one would have known anything about it, were it not for a couple of undercover newspaper reporters.

So is it really right that the great Ormond Street Hospital has felt it necessary presumably to risk endangering children’s lives or wellbeing by handing back £500,000 in a fit of moral outrage over these shenanigans? Might the Devil’s Money not be put to good use?

Something of the same could be said about that other President, Mr Trump. I decry much of what he has said, much of what he stands for. He is vulgar, rude, juvenile; and I am certain that I would wholly dislike him if I met him.

But Donald Trump is the President of the United States, duly elected by his people. We have billions of pounds worth of trade with the USA, and close cultural and family ties (closer, in my view than those to many European countries).

They are our oldest and strongest ally, and their defence spending and intelligence services are essential to our national safety and security. What’s more, we have always kept up reasonable relations with pretty disgraceful people over the years. President Ceaucescu of Romania’s state visit springs to mind, and of course Communist President Xi of China was here in October 2015.

Is it really right to cut off our noses to spite our faces because we find some aspects of President Trump’s life and policies distasteful?

In other words, rather than overwhelmingly self-righteous moral outrage (which is often designed to demonstrate what goody goodies we are as much as what baddy baddies they are) about some of these Presidential matters; is there not room for us to rise above it a bit? Can we not decry nonsense of that sort, take no part in it; look down our patrician noses at tomfoolery and stupidity and vulgarity? It’s a question of good taste and good manners. It is frowned upon to spit on the street, or to swear on public transport. We dislike people who do. But there is no law against it.

And sometimes, we would be wise to try to remember what is in our own best interests. So I think Great Ormond Street should hang onto the cash, no matter what its provenance. And I do think that Donald Trump should come to the UK in the summer.

I just hope that I don’t have to meet him.