New f the World Article about Uncle Gaz
Tycoon who boasts of hosting Wills villa holiday supplies cocaine & fixes hookers
By Mazher Mahmood & Amanda Evans, 19/07/2009
THE playboy uncle of Kate Middleton brags how he greeted her boyfriend Prince William for the first time with an outrageous four-letter salute: "Oi, you f***er!"
Gary Goldsmith told how he delivered his shock outburst as he welcomed the young lovers to his luxury £5 million home on the Spanish isle of Ibiza -
where he revels in a hedonistic lifestyle.
But the News of the World discovered loose-tongued Goldsmith, brother of Kate's mum Carole, has far worse vices that will horrify the royal family - supplying illegal drugs and fixing hookers.
And this week the bald-headed 49-year-old braggart couldn't keep his mouth shut as he stunned our team by:
DOLING out deadly cocaine and ecstasy,
offering to arrange door-to-door deliveries in the resort AND in London.
INTRODUCING a pimp to supply £600-a-night vice girls.
BOASTING that Wills and Kate are due to revisit his crudely named
La Maison de Bang Bang - French for House of Nookie - for a romantic break this summer.
REVEALING security gaps at the property that could put the prince,
second in line to the throne, at risk.
CLAIMING the couple will announce their engagement later this year
and JOKING that HE would give the bride away!
Last weekend, two reporters posing as business people were invited
into Goldsmith's villa in Cala Jondal on the south of the island after meeting
him at a nightspot.
Surrounded by woodland, an outside wall is daubed with a large gold GG
logo of Goldsmith's initials, which which he also has tastefully tattooed on his bicep.
Inside we met Goldsmith, his girlfriend Antonia Bourke, one of her female friends and two staff members. It took bigmouth Goldsmith just minutes to start name-dropping.
He boasted that he knew Jordan's former manager Claire Powell and supermodels Naomi Campbell and Elle Macpherson, then let slip how Elen Rives, ex-partner of Chelsea star Frank Lampard, was staying at the nearby villa of a chum.
Asked about the cheeky 'Bang Bang' house name, Goldsmith admitted his preferred alternatives were even cruder, referring to drug use and sex.
He said: "It was supposed to be called 'Can Aveline' or 'C*malot'!"
Revealing a naive lack of concern over security, Goldsmith made no effort to check out our credentials or true identity and over several meetings indiscreetly supplied us with illegal drugs TWICE.
The first occasion came after former estate agent and lapdancer Antonia, 26, gave us a guided tour of the four-bedroomed property.
As our reporters returned to the dining room they were astonished when Goldsmith offered them a drink and casually added: "Anyone want a joint before we go out?"
He then reached for an ornate wooden box on a coffee table and rolled a cannabis joint which he passed to his two housekeepers.
Our reporters declined to join in. After dinner at a local Italian restaurant we returned to the villa where Goldsmith walked over to one reporter and firmly pressed a clear plastic bag containing white powder into her palm.
In a later conversation he admitted it was cocaine.
Several days later, Goldsmith agreed to meet another member of our team.
The tubby wideboy chain-smoked as he and Antonia, originally from Manchester, met our reporters for drinks at Bar Marysol at Ibiza port, near to the mooring of the yacht Wills and Kate were famously pictured on in 2006.
In a bid to tease information from Goldsmith,
our man claimed he was the worse for wear after trying drugs for the first time.
Goldsmith offered an immediate diagnosis, revealing detailed knowledge of illegal drugs. "Was it grey crystals?" he asked. "That's MDMA. You never snort that. It's the pure stuff that comes into an E. You take one tab at a time. Did it really hurt up your nose? I'm surprised you're alive today. It's one of those where you have a great 20 minutes and then you lose the plot."
Goldsmith then detailed how he could fix up cocaine deliveries in both Ibiza - at about £43 a gram - and London, AND arrange prostitutes on the party island.
When our reporter mentioned living in London, Goldsmith brazenly offered to put him on to cocaine suppliers there too. "You need me as a friend," he bragged. "I have a company that delivers to your door. . . and I can get cocaine to your door here too."
I'm going to change the Royal wave. Have it large
Then Goldsmith grabbed his Blackberry phone and called his dealer - a Scottish girl called Sharon who lives on the Spanish island.
He described our man - who he had known little more than an hour - as a "cool dude" adding that she could deal with him.
As he handed us Sharon's mobile number he promised: "She'll deliver it to wherever you are."
A later call confirmed she would do exactly as he said. On another visit to Goldmsith's villa he was shirtless and in combat shorts that struggled to contain his belly. Amazingly he openly asked our reporter: "Do you want to chase the dragon?" - slang for taking killer heroin.
Later he bellowed from the kitchen: "I'm racking up in here if anyone wants one!" - drug slang for laying out lines of cocaine.
We found Goldsmith cutting up the white powder on a worktop with a rolled-up 100 Euro note on the side - which you can see on our astonishing video here.
When our reporter declined his offer he suggested she take some drugs back for her colleague.
"I'll look after our boy," promised Goldsmith. After scooping white powder into a wrap of paper and handing it over he suggested a way of making the drug go even further.
"If you put it on a warm stone it will blow up to three times the size," he said. "And I'll give you a couple of pills as well."
From a cupboard under the stairs he took some tablets.
Asked if they were ecstasy, he confirmed: "Two of them. Do half at a time, every hour." At the bar rendezvous twice-divorced Goldsmith, who has a young daughter in Manchester, also boasted how he could arrange vice girls though two separate contacts.
Passing us the number of a pimp he knows, he said: "Mention you know Gary from Cala Jondal. There's loads of Brazilian girls here."
Later Goldsmith's contact DID arrive at our hotel and said he would try to arrange a hooker for our man, adding: "She's Brazilian. I'll see if she's still available, young and fresh."
He rattled off a scale of prices rising to £600 for an all-night session. "I call it the whole buffet," he said. When our man refused his offer the pimp rang back with a cut-price £170 an hour. Again we declined.
Back at the bar, Goldsmith was out to impress and eagerly played on his royal connections - detailing how Kate was his niece and bragging of a return trip by her and Prince William to his villa next month. Telling how the couple stayed with him in 2006 - a visit reported in the British press at the time - he described the prince as "lovely" before adding: "Yeah, so they all turn up with their M16 to guard them.
"My first words to Prince William were, 'Oi, you f***er! Did you break my glass pyramids?' He and a pal had been throwing balls around and broke all these ornamenal pyramids I had - loads of them."
But Goldsmith admitted he relished the publicity surrounding the visit. "We had a great write-up," he said. "We got people stopping, camping outside our house.
"My friends were here teaching William how to mix (music on DJ decks). Yeah, it was brilliant. And they told him he needs a shout, 'The King's in da house!' He's a very friendly guy."
Antonia claimed that she and Goldsmith were due to meet the couple for lunch this week in London. She mused: "Yeah. We're going . . . to see their little romance blossoming."
As champagne flowed, so did Goldsmith's extraordinary stories and he then described a Middleton family dinner where Wills allegedly made crude remarks about his girfriend's figure.
The pot-bellied uncle said: "They were talking about boobs at the time, around the table at my sister's house. William said that more than a handful is a waste!"
And THAT boob, in front of Kate's mum, cost Wills a forfeit. "He had to wear the hanky of shame," revealed Goldsmith. "I made him put on a napkin!" Asked about the possibility of the young couple getting engaged, Goldsmith claimed: "They're talking about an announcement later this year." Then he joked: "I'll be giving her away. I'll be the Duke of Slough."
Later he added: "I'm going to be up front. I want a speaking part."
Goldsmith then made crude jibes at Prince Charles for choosing Camilla Parker Bowles over first wife Princess Diana. He asked: "Why would you swap? What were you thinking?"
Goldsmith - whose internet blog claims:
"I'm not royal but I should be!" -
revealed how his niece had told him all about a shooting trip she went on with the royals.
He said: "Kate told us that Prince Philip taught her to shoot
when William was away one Christmas, she was invited over."
In fact, Kate was again at the heart of the royal family yesterday, watching Wills play polo in Gloucestershire, with Prince Charles and Prince Harry nearby.
But Goldsmith soon returned to his sex theme, recommending a local club with an explicit live show and confessing he enjoys watching hardcore porn - purchased in Britain - on a massive 52-inch screen at the villa.
That matches the rest of the house which is littered with kitsch pieces of art, a white grand piano, a mosaic reproduction of the Mona Lisa, jukebox, games machine and a pink 80s Raleigh Chopper bike, emblazoned with his GG motif. But, in a big security worry, NO CCTV cameras.
As Goldsmith waved our reporter goodbye he cheekily vowed to drag the royal family
into the modern age of the clubber.
Pumping his arms in the air, he laughed:
"I'm going to change the royal wave to that - having it large!"
Ironically Goldsmith warned US to beware of the media.
"When the press get you, they kill you," he declared.
"They don't know who I am.
I'm under the radar."
Not any longer, Mr G. Our dossier, including video, is available to the authorities
in Spain and Britain.
(http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/news/413088/Kate-Middleton-uncle-drugs-amp-vice-shock-Prince-William-stayed-with-Gary-Goldsmith.html)
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