London - Did the Illuminati's West End fun spot finance hotels and flights used by the buffoonish twerp on his Foxy foreign jollies?
Reports this evening say the Club's credit card statements show uninhibited plastic bashing by the VIP cardholder at the core of an arms dealing row and bloody-well-gawd-knows-what-have-you.
Located in the heart of St James's the exclusive nightery acts as a recruiting ground for dodgy tosspots whose greatest achievements include shagging each other.
During the Falklands War members were urged to support The Cause by growing manly mustaches for export to 'our boys' marooned in miniscule RN cabins in all-hetero dorms.
The Club is also renowned for its collection of gut-wrenching video footage involving some of the greatest Americans ever to blag their way to the office of the President of the United States ...and Ronald Reagan.
Some reckon it's Eton-educated finance director personally sponsored daft-as-a-brush wannabe Big Dave Cameron to a confident takeover of the Conservative Party and the ensuing Prime Monstership of the UK.
Jesme Fox has a potato face almost as lumpy as her size 22XXL ass.