As I'm female, I've never been allowed to set foot inside my father's London quarters The Saville Club. I imagine inside it looks something like this. Which looks uber appealing, as since I went through boarding school and Oxford, I feel I have, a little bit, been groomed to be a young squire and thus am designed to wallow in deep antique leather chairs, smoke cigars and play tennis with the sort of racquet that gives you severe splinters. Luckily, should I wish to create a club of my own, everything in the photos below is for sale, having been lovingly collected or crafted by Timothy Oulton and Co. Very tempting. Giant Union Flag curtains a must.