Jo Wood, 64, parties alongside Tom Jones and Jimmy Tarbuck, 79

Tramp nightclub in London opened its doors 50 years ago and has lauded star-studded hedonism and debauchery ever since. 

And many of its former and current attendees were at hand on Tuesday evening to celebrate the private members club’s golden anniversary, including the likes of model Jo Wood, singer Tom Jones and comedian Jimmy Tarbuck.

Jo, 64, who used to frequent the club with her ex-husband Ronnie back in its heyday, dressed to impress in a floor-length red dress for the special occasion.

Jo’s gown featured a bodycon style around her waist before flowing into a pleated skirt, which also boasting strappy detailing across her chest.

She layered her dazzling look with a chic black velvet blazer and complemented it with a coordinating baker boy style cap. 

The TV personality added touches of glitz to her ensemble with a delicate silver necklace and a pair of statement drop earrings.

She also opted for a sultry grey smokey-eye, but otherwise opted for a neutral pallet of make-up to complete her outfit for the evening.

Jo was joined by her rugby coach beau Carl Douglas, who looked dashing in a crisp white shirt and a sharp charcoal suit with smart shoes.

Leading the A-list arrivals were Tom and Jimmy, who appeared to be in high spirits as they returned to their old haunt to celebrate its fiftieth year. 

Jimmy certainly stood out from the crowd in a pair of bright yellow trousers which he wore with a suit jacket and a pale blue shirt, complete with a pair of brown brogues.

Meanwhile, Tom looked sharp as he showcased a glowing tan in a black polo neck jumper, teamed with a pair of black trousers and a matching jacket. 

Also in attendance was fellow comedian Vic Reeves, 60, who arrived at the bash with his wife Nancy, 45.

Nancy pulled out all the stops as she showcased her sizzling physique in a form-fitting gold dress which was entirely adorned with sequins.

The English model put on a busty display in the plunging gown, which also featured fringe detailing along the hemline of the frock.

She wore her blonde tresses in 1920s inspired finger waves, while adding a pop of colour to her look with a slick of bright red lipstick. 

Elsewhere, Vic rocked a smart casual look as he donned a blue open necked top navy striped suit. 

Ashley Roberts put on a sensational display in a black mini-dress with a diamond trim as she arrived at the celebration.

The singer, 38, exuded glamour in the figure-hugging dress, which she wore over a pair of sheer tights with a floral pattern.

Ashley completed her look with dramatic diamond dangling earrings and a sparking pair of strappy heels.

She pulled her blonde tresses up into a messy bun and kept her makeup natural.

As she arrived at the event Ashley donned an oversized blazer – potentially belonging to her Strictly Come Dancing professional dancer boyfriend Giovanni Pernice – to keep warm.

At the event Ashley ensured she caught up with model Felicity Hayward, who kept all eyes on her in a deeply plunging gold sequin dress teamed with strappy shoes.

Nick Knowles, 57, attended the event with his 26-year-old girlfriend Emily Hallinan.

The DIY SOS star opted for an opulent look, as he donned a black floral satin jacket which he wore with a silk shirt and tie, completing his all black look with a pair of jeans and patent leather boots. 

Emily dazzed in a low-cut mini dress which was completely adorned with sequins all over and teamed with a pair of black tights and pointed stilettos heels. 

The 50th celebrations started in May with a glamorous party attended by Tramp legends including Sir Rod Stewart, Sir Michael Caine, Dame Joan Collins, Penny Lancaster, Mark Ronson, Natalie Dormer and Dynamo and they’ve been building towards this official birthday event to celebrate the legendary nightspot’s milestone. 

For half a century, royals, Hollywood stars, the super-rich, the famous and the very beautiful have been lured down the dimly lit stairs to descend into the basement club in search of unbridled — and expensive — fun.

It was the nightclub where Princess Margaret felt reassured enough to let her hair down — and where her toy-boy lover Roddy Llewellyn launched his brief (and unsuccessful) singing career.

A 19-year-old Princess Anne’s enthusiastic dances are well-remembered and it was at Tramp that Prince Andrew first met Koo Stark. After his marriage, he and the Duchess of York were regulars.

Mick Jagger was a founding member and a frequent guest. On one occasion, staff held their breath when, while his estranged wife Bianca was in the ladies powder room, he appeared with Jerry Hall on his arm. Guido, the antennae-twitching maitre d’, expertly steered the Rolling Stone and his paramour to a darkened corner. 

Prince William was once spotted looking a little worst for wear as he left the uber trendy nightclub ‘Tramp’ with a friend in 2007. 

Surrounded by smiling women, American rhythm & blues musician Big Jay McNeely plays his tenor saxophone at Tramps nightclub, in 1993 while Sophie Dahl parties at the club in 2001

Roger Moore boogied with Cary Grant’s wife Dyan Cannon and once got down on his hands and knees to mop up after a flood, cajoling his friend Tony Curtis to give him a hand. 

It was the brainchild of Johnny Gold, a larger than life former bookie turned impresario, who started the club with Jackie Collins’ husband, and a third partner Bill Ofner, 13 days before the Sixties ended. They had taken over the premises of the Society club, once the haunt of Guards officers and where the Queen Mother celebrated a win on the horses.  

The oak panel walls and stucco zodiac ceiling remain to this day. Gold invited 300 friends and celebrities to become founder members for the princely sum of £10.50 a year. Today, annual membership is £1,000.  

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You could walk past Tramp without noticing it. There is nothing about the Edwardian building to suggest that for almost 50 years it has been a byword for unashamedly decadent, champagne-fuelled hedonism.

The only hint of exclusivity is a discreet brass name-plate telling passers-by and would-be visitors that entry is strictly ‘members only’.

And yet for half a century, royals, Hollywood stars, the super-rich, the famous and the very beautiful have been lured down the dimly lit stairs to descend into the basement club in search of unbridled — and expensive — fun.

It was the nightclub where Princess Margaret felt reassured enough to let her hair down — and where her toy-boy lover Roddy Llewellyn launched his brief (and unsuccessful) singing career.

A 19-year-old Princess Anne’s enthusiastic dances are well-remembered and it was at Tramp that Prince Andrew first met Koo Stark. After his marriage, he and the Duchess of York were regulars.

Mick Jagger was a founding member and a frequent guest. On one occasion, staff held their breath when, while his estranged wife Bianca was in the ladies powder room, he appeared with Jerry Hall on his arm. Guido, the antennae-twitching maitre d’, expertly steered the Rolling Stone and his paramour to a darkened corner.  

Roger Moore boogied with Cary Grant’s wife Dyan Cannon and once got down on his hands and knees to mop up after a flood, cajoling his friend Tony Curtis to give him a hand.

Novelist Jackie Collins, whose husband Oscar Lerman was one of the club’s co-founders, once said of the place: ‘It reminds me, in the nicest possible way, of an old whore — always there, always ready for your demands and always prepared to give you a good time.’

Naturally, the disco scene in the movie of her book The Stud, starring her sister Joan, was filmed in the club. 

Tramp’s clientele of showbiz stars and aristocracy ensured a stream of positive headlines. Peter Sellers, Joan Collins and Liza Minnelli all held wedding receptions there. Prince launched an album in the basement.

Inevitably, it was sometimes in the news for more controversial reasons.

For example, ex U.S. football star OJ Simpson, only recently acquitted of the murder of his former wife, popped in for a drink with film director Michael Winner.

In 1990 it was at the centre of an extraordinary libel action brought by broadcaster Andrew Neil — then editor of The Sunday Times — after Peregrine Worsthorne, rival editor of The Sunday Telegraph, had accused him of behaving in an ‘imprudent, undignified and indecorous way’.

Neil’s offence? Frequenting Tramp, where he met former Commons researcher Pamella Bordes, who was later revealed to be a prostitute. Worsthorne described her as ‘a gold-digging adventuress’ while pompously declaring nightclubs were not ‘suitable venues for editors of quality newspapers’ as they were unlikely to meet the Archbishop of Canterbury there.

Neil sued over the implication he knew his Indian-born girlfriend was a sex worker. As for Tramp, it made it known that it had, indeed, ‘entertained members of the clergy’.

Some years earlier, the club defended its reputation after a newspaper columnist alleged it was a disreputable establishment patronised by models that never model, actresses that never act and ‘tarty little pieces’. The club won substantial damages. 

The once-troubled Marquess of Blandford — now the contented Duke of Marlborough — was arrested by police, as he emerged in the early hours from the club, over allegations of a stolen cheque book and claims that he’d made off without paying taxi fares.

Inevitably, perhaps, Keith Moon, the wild man of rock, left his mark on the place, by pulling a chandelier from its fitting. Notwithstanding being barred from the club, he later turned up strapped to the bonnet of a white Rolls-Royce completely naked.

There was also the time actress Shirley MacLaine fell asleep at a table and Mel Brooks got down on all fours and ran around under the tables barking like a dog.

All grist to its legendary status.  

Tramp — it was always non-U to say Tramps — opened the year that Neil Armstrong walked on the Moon, John Lennon married Yoko Ono and the Troubles broke out in Northern Ireland.

And ever since, the subterranean venue has ruled London’s nightclub roost with its cocktail of glamour, glitz and girls.

Five years after the launch of Annabel’s, the virtuoso of nightclubs where perfectionism was the order of the day, Tramp went for a more relaxed vibe.

Unlike Mark Birley’s Berkeley Square niterie, male guests didn’t need to wear a tie. And while girls dressed up for Annabel’s, they undressed for Tramp.

There was one other key difference: no men without women, a rule designed to stop it becoming a pick-up joint.

Radio 1 DJ John Peel was turned away for breaking that rule. ‘Wife, girlfriend or mistress,’ the late Welsh lothario Dai Llewellyn told me. ‘Of course you had to be a member.’

It was the brainchild of Johnny Gold, a larger than life former bookie turned impresario, who started the club with Jackie Collins’ husband, and a third partner Bill Ofner, 13 days before the Sixties ended. They had taken over the premises of the Society club, once the haunt of Guards officers and where the Queen Mother celebrated a win on the horses. 

The oak panel walls and stucco zodiac ceiling remain to this day. Gold invited 300 friends and celebrities to become founder members for the princely sum of £10.50 a year. Today, annual membership is £1,000.

‘I thought we might get two or three years out of it,’ Gold once commented. Fifty years later, the club is still thriving.

‘Demand for membership didn’t just soar, it spread like an uncurbed virus,’ Gold said. ‘I never realised I had so many friends.’ His vision was always about the mix, what he called the ‘right people’.

Discretion was the order of the day — that’s why the royals liked it so much.

Peter Sellers and his third wife, socialite Miranda Quarry (now the Countess of Stockton), held their wedding reception in the club.

The actor liked to bring Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon. If her photographer then-husband was working, Sellers and Margaret went a deux.

‘I don’t think anything ever went on between them,’ recalled Gold in his memoir Tramp’s Gold. ‘From my observation, they were genuinely just good friends.

‘Peter always had a crush on Princess Margaret and, to an extent, it was reciprocated. He even offered to swap wives with Tony (Snowdon) but although the delectable Britt Ekland (his second wife) was on offer, the noble photographer declined.’

Among those there on the opening night — December 18, 1969 — were Sellers, Michael Caine, Natalie Wood and Richard Harris. Overnight, Tramp became a hang-out for the film and rock ’n’ roll elite. The Beatles, the Stones, The Who, Marlon Brando and Charlton Heston to name but a few. Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor would drop by.

One evening, three James Bonds took tables for dinner — Sean Connery, Roger Moore and George Lazenby — all by chance.

Its unassuming entrance at 40 Jermyn Street, in St James’s, also became famous one night in 1993 when Jack Nicholson French-kissed a tramp, to the delight of the waiting paparazzi.

A worse-for-wear George Best unwisely tried to pick a fight with Michael Caine — no one could remember why.

On another occasion, Michael Douglas, Kathleen Turner and Danny DeVito happily sat on steps up to the DJ stand because all the tables were full. ‘That would never happen in Los Angeles,’ Gold reminisced.

Tramp, it proved, was democratic — not elite.

Dodi Fayed, who died with Princess Diana, spent much time in Tramp as a young man. Gold recalled one night steering him away from a young woman. When he asked why, Gold replied: ‘If you must know, your father is f****** her!’

He later claimed that Diana and Dodi might still be alive if they had kept a lunch-date with him on the day of their fatal car crash. Dodi is thought to have taken the princess dancing at the club during their brief summer romance.

There are other troubling stories — one that might offend #MeToo activists. It was in Tramp that the former Rolling Stones bass player Bill Wyman, then 47, met 13-year-old Mandy Smith. They married six years later.

One night in 1985, pop star George Michael was drunk and vomiting in the nightclub. Management threw him out and told him not to come back.

A much more decorous guest was Victoria Lockwood, first wife of Earl Spencer, who held her sedate hen party there in 1989.

As a 19-year-old not long out of her school, Benenden, Princess Anne loved to dance. Once, she said she had to leave early as she had to attend the Remembrance service the following day. Asked about the solemn annual event, the princess said she always had an urge to stand on the Whitehall balcony holding a sign saying ‘Hello Folks!’

As the Eighties gave way to the Nineties, the Tramp crowd began to change. Socialite Tara Palmer-Tomkinson held her 27th birthday there — ever the exhibitionist, she wore a bikini, fur coat and snorkel.

At a Tatler magazine party, Princess Michael of Kent’s then hard-partying son, Lord Freddie Windsor, snogged the model Sophie Dahl. All very Tramp.

But the man with a ringside seat at this most glamorous of venues is no longer there. Johnny Gold sold out after 30 years, although he remained at the helm for a little longer.

More recently, the likes of pop star Rihanna and David Beckham have been typical guests while David Cameron and film director Guy Ritchie have been spotted chatting in one of the darkened booths.

Times have certainly changed.

‘Celebrities don’t usually make you money,’ says the club’s general manager David Fleming, ‘because they like to drink water and tea, and they don’t like clubs that are busy.’

Inevitably, some tales have been exaggerated in the telling. A story that singer Lionel Richie was not admitted by the doorman until he crooned his hit Hello is said to be untrue, as is the claim that Russian spy Anna Chapman tried to pick up princes William and Harry there.

Andrew Neil’s libel damages of £1,000 wouldn’t go far today.

A bottle of Krug champagne is £450 and magnums of Roederer Cristal, drink of taste for many of the club’s clients, are £2,000. Fifty grams of Iranian Beluga caviar are on the menu at £280, but Tramp’s burger and chips are only £18.

The aristocrats and movie stars may have moved on, but Tramp endures as a rendezvous for the well-off and the well-connected who can party from dusk to dawn.