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Nearly 30 years ago, when I was a junior lawyer, the chairman of the firm at which I was working stood up at the Christmas party and told the crowd of more than 200 staff members that he was awarding a prize. He held it up — a large jar of Vicks VapoRub — and proudly declared that the winner was "the girl with the biggest tits". He named her, and she did as was expected: made her way to the stage to collect her reward.

The consequences of that act were some awkwardness, a few whispers, and the victim’s voluntary departure from the firm. The chairman sailed on, his illustrious career undimmed.

True story. It has stuck with me ever since.