Crime, Sex Orgies, Politics, the Forces That Drive Westminster – Part 5 – The Rise & Fall Of Lord “Fast Eddie” Davenport



Fast Eddie Davenport



I have known Eddie since 1992 when another con artist, Abdullah Faithel Mahfooth introduced me to him.

Eddie and Abdullah (who styled himself Sheikh) would spend every waking hour at the store / office on 27 Conduit Street, W1 thinking up scams.

It always had something to do with extending loans end extorting money from the people who borrowed from the guys.

Eddie worked hard on his “portfolio”. That is, he would rent some property or enter in to some agreement so that he could say he had title to the building and then publish it in his well crafted property book.

Eddie would take the property book to banks and other investors and get money.

Wherever Eddie and his buddy Abudllah moved there were always unpaid bills and I left London thinking things had to end in the Big House one day for the two of them.


Blonde ambition: Eddie shows off a trademark metal belt buckle with Tamara Beckwith in 1994

Eddie & Tamara Beckwith




20 March 2005 – VIP Orgy – The Biggest Ever Filthy Rich Orgy – Upper Crust Organisers & Staff

Edward Davenport – Made first million in his teens organising the infamous Gatecrasher balls – now a property tycoon worth £133m.

Spends six months a year in Monaco as a tax exile sharing £200-a-night hotel suite with two women.

Shares £15million London pad with three more.

He was seen kissing and fondling a girl on the orgy bed last Saturday night.

He bought the venue, a former ambassador’s residence, from the Sierra Leone government in 2002 for the knock-down price of just £50,000.

David Russell Walters – By day ex-Tory candidate and boss of anti-Europe Democracy Movement. By night, orgy master tending to guests. Looked on as four girls, one a Dutch rowing champ, pleasured each other.

Jonathon Friedman – Brains behind Fever’s image. Spends hours “dressing” rooms with pink satin, chocolates, fruit, and jelly babies for energy. Seen canoodling on the bed with beautiful American blonde.

Emma Sayle – Diplomat’s daughter. Dad was colonel with the Welsh Guards and has an OBE. She is regarded as one of Britain’s best and most upmarket party organisers – didn’t join in the orgy.

James Hayter – Professional rugby player. Hayter, who is over 6ft tall and weighs 220 lb, was Hired as a bouncer but became overwhelmed with lust. Stripped off and joined in the night’s action.

Dougie Smith – Senior Conservative Party strategist Douglas Smith was exposed as a founding member in 2003. The 42-year-old, who preached the Tories’ morally-focused back-to-basics policy, was forced to cut his links with Fever and is now an adviser and speech writer to senior MPs.


Wealthy Good Looking Punters

The Charity Boss – International charity director had sex with female TV production company boss.

The Crime Boss – Heir to a multi-million crime empire bonked French, Russian, Italian models and a designer.

The Wild Child – Raunchy daughter of a legendary rock star had public sex with a top media lawyer. (Any guesses?)

The Film Director – Movie bigwig and his catwalk model lover had sex with at least seven other couples.…-a0130542273




3 September 2008 – Abdulha Mahfooth Jailed For Money Laundering

Eddie Davenport’s best mate got his comeuppance eventually.

He was jailed for a year after admitting a charge in connection with a major police inquiry into money laundering at a jewellery shop in New Bond Street.

Mahfooth operated a number of businesses in Bond Street, including pawn shops over a number of years.

It took the fraud squad some time to catch up with him.

These pictures shows him handcuffed on his bed, (note the opulence) when police raided his home in September last year (2008).


Edward Davenport: Unrepentant, self-pitying and deluded


Last weekend, they were celebrating — albeit not too loudly — at 33 Portland Place, the run-down West End mansion acquired by Edward Davenport in controversial circumstances about 10 years ago.

The slick-haired millionaire, 44 this Sunday, who first attracted public notoriety in the late Eighties with his Gatecrasher Balls — and continued with swingers’ parties and pole-dancing lessons at his august new address — had just been cleared of breaking a noise abatement order served by Westminster City Council and awarded most of his £28,000 costs.

The defence? His delicate little head shoots like a snake from his too-high collar.

“I shouldn’t have been served with the order at all, as I wasn’t in the country when some people in the area complained about two parties held in 2008 and 2009 — which I didn’t organise — and I have received no help from the council in resolving the matter since then.

As far as I’m concerned, this was a vindictive action.

My ability to do deals could have suffered, and I’ll do anything to protect my reputation.”

So what reputation would that be, exactly? Since the Gatecrasher days, when he drew 10,000 at a time to rural stately homes, a quick trawl of “Fast” Eddie Davenport’s press cuttings reveals he was accused by the BBC of sharp practice in a pub-leasing firm he ran (which he denies) and involved in two companies that went bust owing millions (which he also denies).



The 24-room house, formerly the High Commission of Sierra Leone (its leasehold was obtained for £50,000 while the African country was in the throes of a coup d’etat) has a market value of about £30 million, and comes complete with Adam ceilings and wall panels and one of the finest Georgian staircases in London.

Add that to the estimated £70 million-worth of stock Davenport claims to have bought in the capital since he went into property, the apartments in Monaco and Thailand, the fleet of luxury cars and control of Patrick Cox shoes and this trim, glassy eyed playboy should be happy as a fox in a chicken coop.

After all, he can still hold private parties, launches, film and photo shoots to fund his “hobby” of restoring these 22,000sq ft of prime real estate.

He can still slip downstairs from the flat at the top of the house — which he shares with “seven friends who contribute to the bills” — and press the flesh of celebrating celebrities who unwittingly find themselves in his vicinity.

He can still upload photographs of himself with the likes of Mick Jagger, Russell Brand and Simon Cowell onto his website, where he advertises his (manorial) lordship to impress foreign businessmen.

He can still dress in suits and ties from the Saville Row tailor William Hunt.

So what could blot his recently designed escutcheon?  Davenport rolls up a shiny trouser leg, pulls down a silk sock and reveals a piece of apparel more commonly worn beneath Primark trackie bottoms: an electronic tracking device, or “tag”. Then he gives an alarming chuckle.

“My conditions of bail are absolutely ridiculous,” he says. “They’re more appropriate to a Colombian drug-dealer. I’ve already spent four months on remand this year — which by my calculation is as much as you serve for a one-year prison sentence — and posted a £1 million surety. “My passport has been taken, I have to report some of my business dealings to the Serious Fraud Office, and sign in at a police station three times a week.”



And all because he’s been arrested for “ramping” the purchase price of an office block by £2.4 million — oh, and for allegedly conspiring in a £12.5 million scam to take arrangement fees from prospective borrowers when he had no intention of making the loans.

Needless to say, milord protests his innocence and says: “Well, life’s always got hiccups. You’ve just got to survive each day, and fight your battles one by one.”

So far, this one has allegedly cost him dear. Davenport says he has had to let go of his yacht and private jet, most of his Monaco staff and some very lucrative deals abroad. “But why would I be a flight risk’?” he asks. “I have considerable attachments to Britain, quite apart from the £40 million of assets that I’ve already disclosed to the SFO. My mother still lives in the house in Fulham where I was brought up.”

Born Edward Ormus Sharington Davenport in London on July 11, 1966, he is the son of a successful restaurateur and by 15 was making money selling clothes on Portobello Market and cultivating his love of the good life.

“I’ve always loved parties,” he says, “my own and other people’s, and they have been a huge element in my career.

When I was 14, everyone always came round to my place.  “Later, I held them in nightclubs. Then came the Gatecrasher Balls. I’m a very sociable character . . .”

One can think of other adjectives — sleazy, perhaps — but he protests: “There has been nothing sleazy about the activities in this house.” Not the pole dancing? “It was innocent fun for women who work in the area.” And the swinging?

“The Killing Kittens events were attended by a good-looking, upmarket crowd who are into a hedonistic sexual scene.

That’s not illegal.” It turns out that Davenport draws a distinction between “naughtiness” and criminality.



“You can call me flamboyant and an opportunist,” he says, “and I suppose I am a bit flash.

But I’m trying to create the image of someone who can deliver on an international scale.

People in Hong Kong and China are going to expect you to have some kind of presence.

So when they go to my website and see my title and the pictures of all the celebrities who have genuinely been to my house and said hi’ to me, they’re going to take me seriously.”

If only he had the same effect on the home crowd.

Instead, he says, “There will always be a small number of people in the anti-Eddie Davenport Fan Club.

I’m told by those close to me that these people are jealous, but it’s not an emotion I have, so I can’t really understand it.”

What Davenport does understand is the getting and spending of money. “Making progressive steps forward is very, very important to me.

I moved from my mother’s to a flat, to a house, to a bigger house, and eventually to this.” He makes a sweeping gesture to take in his tatty empire.

And then Davenport makes his first understatement in an hour of rapid-fire self-justification.

“Every now and again, the progress stops and you realise you’ve made a mistake. Life was quite good, but it’s gone back a bit in the last year.

Now I have to get back to where I was before the SFO investigation — an investigation that has put a sledgehammer through a lot of my activities, left others on hold and damaged my reputation.”




The Infamous Valentine’s Day Gatecrasher Ball 1988  (16 minute video of the ball + interviews)


Gatecrasher Ball 1999  (report on the activities of the youngsters aged 14-20)



33 Portland Place – Monthira’s Birthday Bash  (10 minute video of a party at 33 Portland Place)



Lord Edward Davenport – Royal Bet  (report on Price Charles handshake)


Edward Davenport 33 Portland Place  (report on media uses of 33 Portland Place)



Edward Davenport, 33 Portland Place, London, W1B 1QE  (media promotion video)


Alex King & Fast Eddie



9 October 2006 – The truth about the mysterious royal hoaxer

Anyone who has ever seen the professional, broad-shouldered bustle of a royal entourage sweeping through a room will recognise the impregnable efficiency with which strangers are cleared aside.

Yet one evening last week, a young man, whose name (or so he says) is “Alex King”, succeeded in fooling a phalanx of security guards and battalion of royal minders, with nothing more than a cocksure manner, smile and sharply cut suit.

At the royal film premiere of Alan Bennett’s The History Boys, Mr King infiltrated the cast line-up to shake hands with a clueless Prince Charles, and exchange pleasantries with the Duchess of Cornwall (“I told her how lovely she looked.

She appeared to be very flattered”), before being rumbled, rebuked by the police, then let back into the auditorium to watch the film.

According to detectives, this breach of security was just another cheeky prankster, slightly embarrassingly (for them) keeping alive the British spirit of derring-do.

But there were peculiarities to this case – and a far darker side to the hoaxer than it seemed at first.

Why, for example, did Mr King, who afterwards made appearances on television to crow about his coup, prove so reluctant to be pinned down?

He claims to have attended Eton, the Alma mater of Princes William and Harry, but the school has no record of him.

Even his name – he says he has always been called Alex King, while others said his real name was Alex Ainley – was not straightforward. Eton has records of only one Alex Ainley attending – a much younger man with no connection to Mr King.



When the Mail went in search of the true identity of the man who allegedly won a £100,000 bet for his gatecrashing stunt, we found a remarkable story of decadence and deceit which involved an aristocrat confessing to the Mail about a secret affair he had with King’s mother 30 years ago.

More seriously, the man who shook hands with Prince Charles is awaiting trial on child porn charges after police found 55 indecent images of young children, and two videos titled Two Cute Little Boys Having Fun and Pre-Teen Girl Kid, on his personal computer.

Once, the Georgian mansion was splendid; today, it retains some of that grandiosity but everything looks so tired it seems as if it might crumble if you touch it.

The house, in Portland Place, is used for fashion shoots (when we visited, its corridors were littered with long-limbed models and photographic flunkeys).

But a few months ago, undercover reporters from a Sunday newspaper exposed it as the address where King organised ‘sleazy, Roman-style mass orgies’ and hired Russian girls out for sex at £500-a-day.




20 April 2011 – City Diary: No more fun and games in Portland Place

No more sex parties for you, m’lud. Self–styled “Lord” Edward Davenport has lost his appeal against a ban on holding “corsets and condoms” parties at his £20m Georgian mansion.

Davenport, who uses the title Lord without being born to it, yesterday failed to convince the Court of Appeal to overturn an injunction against him holding gatherings for “the world’s sexual elite” at his Grade II listed 24,000 sq ft London home.

Lord Justice Munby upheld Westminster City Council’s 2006 ruling that the 33 Portland Place property could only be used for residential purposes and said Davenport had been told repeatedly “what he had done wrong”.

Davenport – who describes himself as “one of London’s most flamboyant and best–known entrepreneurs as well as a true English gentleman from an established British family” – claims that not all of his intimate gatherings are sexual.

“We might have been overdoing it a bit with the big parties, but, ultimately, I want this to be a private house with the ability to host the odd commercial party or film shoot,” Davenport said last year. “Only one in 12 film shoots, say, or one in 20 parties held here has ever had a sexualised theme.”

The 24–bedroom mansion has played host to Cher, Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell as well as being the setting for parts of The King’s Speech and another slightly steamier film with an all–male cast.

Forty–five–year–old Davenport, who claims to own a £100m property portfolio, a private jet, a Ferrari 360 Spider, an Aston Martin Virage Volante, a Rolls–Royce Phantom and a Lamborghini, said the ruling has sentenced him to life of “overwhelming hardship”.



Lord fraud: Eddie Davenport with girlfriend Monthira Sanan-Ua



9 October 2011- I saw a Hollywood movie actor at one orgy and said ‘Oh, I recognise you!’: Inside the shady world of playboy conman ‘Lord’ Eddie Davenport

She has given it a lot of thought. But Monthira Sanan-Ua, the Thai girlfriend of conman ‘Lord’ Eddie Davenport, has decided – much as she loves him – that eight years is a long time to put your life on hold.

This reality was brutally driven home last week, as she sat in Southwark Crown Court and watched the judge jail her playboy boyfriend for seven years and eight months for his part in a £4.5million global fraud.

She now knows Davenport, 45, was the ‘ringmaster’ of a vast scam in which cash-strapped entrepreneurs were conned into handing over thousands of pounds for ‘due diligence’ checks in return for much-needed investment in their businesses – investment that never materialised.

And she understands the way in which his victims were often left bankrupt, unemployed and with their reputations in ruins. One had a mental breakdown.

For Monthira, 26, the depth of Davenport’s callousness has come as a shock, but life with ‘Fast Eddie’ was, at best, unconventional; at worst, unprincipled and free of all moral restraints.

Monthira has known the self-styled lord for five years and was his partner for the last three.

She hosted many of the infamous parties at his elegant London mansion, 33 Portland Place.

She cannot claim total innocence yet in her own way she, too, is a victim of Davenport and the double life he led.

‘I still love him but he’s let me down terribly,’ Monthira says. ‘I’m trying to be brave about it but my life will change now without Eddie’s presence. It was a terrible moment when I looked across at him in the dock and saw him get such a long sentence.

‘Eddie smiled at me bravely as if to say “don’t worry” and “sorry” but I know in my heart nothing will be the same again.

‘I can’t believe Eddie is really such a bad person. I am not sure I can wait eight years but that doesn’t stop me loving him or thinking of him as family.’

Monthira’s mother, Panida, ran away to Britain, leaving her Bangkok policeman husband when her daughter was nine.

Monthira joined her when she was 14 and decided to stay, leaving school at 16 to work in various West End clubs and bars as a waitress.

Monthira met Davenport when she was living in a grotty council flat near his 102-bedroom mansion and they became nodding acquaintances in the street, which progressed to cups of coffee.

She says: ‘I was wary of Eddie because I heard he was a playboy but we always connected and got on well from the start.

Eddie pursued me for two years before I allowed him his first kiss and we started dating. It took a while to trust him but we fell in love.’

It was only when they became boyfriend and girlfriend that Monthira was introduced to the true nature of life behind the polished black door of 33 Portland Place, the former High Commission of Sierra Leone.


Strained: The self-styled socialite arrives at Southwark Crown Court accused of scamming scores of people across the world in business deals

Strained: The self-styled socialite arrives at Southwark Crown Court accused of scamming scores of people across the world in business deals, left, while right he looks strained in his police mugshot.


Edward Davenport in his police mugshot





6 October 2011 – Downfall of Lord Fraud who threw sex parties in his mansion
Fast Eddie’, jailed for eight years for international £4.5million global scam.

He boasted of partying with rich and famous but fleeced socialites.

Court hears he was ‘ringmaster’ who conned 51 victims out of cash

A self-styled lord who led the lifestyle of an international playboy and friend to the stars was yesterday unmasked as the ‘ringmaster’ of a £4.5million global fraud.

Edward Davenport charmed the rich and famous, with Kate Moss and Princes William and Harry among the guests of raucous parties at his £30million mansion.

But yesterday the socialite was revealed as a crook after reporting restrictions on his three-month trial were lifted by a judge. ‘Lord Davenport’, 45, whose nickname was Fast Eddie, was jailed for seven years and eight months in September for conning 51 victims, including Princess Diana’s wedding dress designer Elizabeth Emanuel, who lost her life savings.

Davenport cashed in on the credit crunch by offering bogus start-up loans to entrepreneurs desperate for cash.

Victims were promised millions of pounds of credit, but were asked to pay for ‘due diligence’ investigations into their companies before they could have the loan.

Davenport and his lieutenants, Peter Riley, 64, and Borge Andersen, 66, pocketed £4.5million in deposits and advance fees but never paid out the promised £2billion in loans to entrepreneurs from as far afield as India, Canada and Dubai.

In May this year Davenport, Riley, and Anderson were convicted of conspiracy to defraud at Southwark Crown Court.

Sentencing him, Judge Peter Testar said: ‘Mr Davenport has been described by the prosecution as a ringmaster, which is apt. ‘He got others to do the detailed legwork for him. That’s how he does things – he does not leave many footprints in the snow himself.’

Among those he fleeced was Miss Emanuel, 58. She agreed to surrender 65 per cent of her company in return for a £1.5million investment, but Davenport demanded £20,000 in up-front fees.

She said: ‘He knew I was at rock bottom and he wanted to screw me out of every penny. ‘It was unbelievable that he had made all these contacts and bought a title to give him credibility when he was just a common conman.

He fully deserves his sentence.’ Last month when he was sentenced Davenport looked unfazed, grinning and raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner at his 25-year-old Thai girlfriend, model Monthira Sanan-ua.

Yesterday he issued a typically arrogant statement, declaring the sentence a ‘setback’, vowing to appeal and asserting his innocence.

His lieutenant, Riley received seven years and eight months, while Andersen was given three years and three months.

Two other men, Richard Stephens, 65 and David McHugh, 53, admitted their roles last month.

Reporting restrictions were lifted after the final conspirator David Horsfall, 54, admitted his part. All three will be sentenced next month.


Lord of the scam: Edward Davenport, who lived in a lavish 110-room mansion in west London, has been jailed for eight years after conning his clients out of millionsEdward Davenport, pictured, will now have to sell his central London mansion, at Portland Place, which he bought for a pittance from the Sierra Leone government




24 May 2014 – How ‘Fast Eddie’ came skidding off the rails

Eddie Davenport’s court appearance this week marked the end to a life of fame, fortune – and audacious fraud

Edward Davenport’s website describes him as “a familiar face in exclusive venues across the world” and features a glossy photo gallery of the self-styled lord with his famous friends, including Mick Jagger, Al Pacino, Alastair Campbell and Keira Knightley, all against the backdrop of his Georgian mansion in central London.

There’s a touch of the Gatsbys about it, though, because for the past two and a half years “Fast Eddie” has been living cheek-by-jowl with an earthier crowd at the less-than-exclusive venue of HMP Wandsworth, following his conviction for fraud.

For his appearance this week at Southwark Crown Court, the latest stage in long-running confiscation proceedings against him after he stole millions from investors in a high-end commercial loans scam, none of his old circle was in the public gallery to offer their support.

After a career of headline-grabbing excess that began with organising the notorious Gatecrasher Balls in the late Eighties (“unbridled lust among upper-class Lolitas and public school Lotharios”) and graduated to renting out his stylish town-house for “adult” parties by Killing Kittens, run by the Duchess of Cambridge’s old schoolfriend Emma Sayles, Davenport’s charmed existence among the rich and famous finally collided with reality.

The 47-year-old, once estimated to be worth £130 million, is facing penury to meet the cost of repaying his victims – though many will remain out of pocket – and, as the court heard, his health has broken down to such an extent that a judge has reduced his sentence as an “act of mercy” to allow him to be released this month.

Complications arising from a kidney transplant, carried out while he was inside, have left him gravely ill, it was revealed.

The sparkle of those old website pictures, with his Saville Row suits, perma-tan and arresting blue eyes, had been replaced by a more haunted look.

That, arguably, has been the fate of all fraudsters. Their carefully constructed image and expensively-assembled address books evaporate like the bubbles in champagne when hard facts finally overtake a life built on the sand of fantasy and delusion. How much of the latter is self-delusion is open to debate.


David Sullivan, pictured, will buy the Grade-II listed Georgian mansion owned by 'Lord' Edward Davenport





3 January 2015 – Porn baron buys mansion used for sex parties by a former friend of the Duchess of Cambridge for £25m from a fake lord

‘Lord’ Edward Davenport bought the 24-bedroom London mansion in 1998. He was jailed for eight years in 2011 for a multi-million-pound fraud.

He was hit with a £12m confiscation order and has to repay £2m to victims.

The Marylebone mansion is being bought by porn baron ‘David Sullivan’.

Over the years, it has played host to supermodels, singers and playboys.

The property was even the favoured venue for sex parties thrown by one of the Duchess of Cambridge’s erstwhile chums

Now 33 Portland Place, the Grade II-listed Georgian mansion owned by fraudster ‘fast Eddie’, is to be sold to an equally colourful character – porn publisher David Sullivan.

When self-styled ‘Lord’ Edward Davenport was convicted of a multi- million-pound fraud and jailed for eight years in 2011, he was told to pay a confiscation order of £12 million as well as £2 million to 51 victims.

Released from prison on compassionate grounds last May after a kidney transplant, Davenport has been loath to part with his London home, despite it descending into faded grandeur over the past few years.

But unable to raise funds to pay his victims he has been forced to sell the Marylebone mansion he bought in 1998 for a knock-down price – for £25 million.

Sullivan intends to spend a further £25 million restoring the building to its former splendour with his wife, Emma Benton-Hughes, overseeing the refurbishment.

‘David intends to spare no expense on its restoration,’ said one of Sullivan’s circle. ‘He intends to sell it on for a huge profit.’

Built in 1776, the 24-bedroom house was the location for the Oscar- winning film The King’s Speech, starring Colin Firth and Helena Bonham Carter, and was also used in 2004 for The Life and Death Of Peter Sellers and Vera Drake.

Kate Moss was filmed on the staircase in a racy basque and stockings for an Agent Provocateur advertisement and Amy Winehouse shot a video for her single Rehab there.

More recently, the address had become a byword for decadence and promiscuity.

Davenport had a lucrative sideline hiring out his home to Emma Sayle, who used to go to school with the Duchess of Cambridge.

Amid its increasingly seedy and shabby surroundings, she hosted marathon sex parties.

The lower ground floor, with its nightclub area, hot tub and flashing lights, featured in scores of her infamous Killing Kittens get-togethers as well as in porn movies.

At one party, Courvoisier built a swimming pool and filled it with 4,000 litres of cocktail so revellers could row across it.

But the louche parties ended abruptly in 2010 when the High Court ruled that commercial activity at the house was banned.

Last night, friends said Davenport, who rose to fame in the 1980s with his boozy Gatecrasher balls, was heartbroken to lose his home. ‘Eddie is incredibly unhappy about the sale, but he doesn’t have a choice,’ one said. ‘The truth is he is devastated. He thinks it is all shockingly unfair.’



'Lord' Edward Davenport, right, pictured in the mansion he bought before his downfall in 1998It is believed that Sullivan will pay £25 million for the 24-bedroom house in Marylebone, pictured33 Portland Place





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