Inside Britain’s seediest VIP club: A sickening and degrading experience enjoyed by royals and celebrities

Welcome to The Box, London’s hottest new nightspot, favoured by royals and A-listers alike. Conservatively billed as a ‘theatre of varieties’, The Box, in truth, offers the cheapest of thrills for the most expensive of tastes. Prince Harry, his cousins Princesses Beatrice and Eugenie, Kate Moss, Emma Watson and Keira Knightley have all partied here until dawn… What I see during the subsequent few hours leaves me in no doubt. For the ‘erotic entertainment’ I encounter is not exciting, edgy or cool. It is, quite simply, hardcore pornography of the most repulsive kind… Table prices start at £1,000 on a week-night, rising to more than £3,000 at weekends…

The man behind The Box is 31-year-old Simon Hammerstein, a public-school educated grandson of celebrated lyricist Oscar Hammerstein. He has described his nightclub as a place of ‘mystique, mystery and sexual openness’. The London venue opened five weeks ago following the success of its sister club in New York’s Lower East Side. The club quickly acquired a reputation for sexual and chemical excess — with rumours rife of customers having sex and snorting cocaine off their tables…

Well, these royals have to set a proper example, do they not? Their political irrelevance has them branching out into alternative forms of leadership. Someone scrape Prince Harry off the floor so he can give a speech on the evils of racism, global climate change, and all the other jolly bollocks he doesn’t believe.

Disgusting, and an indicator of how low the upper classes have sunk in their degradation.

Gives new meaning to the idea that girls who go into musical theater as a profession have many pitfalls to avoid. Can you imagine the cattle call for this club?

Yuck.
Laurel