"Bilderberg members continued to ignore my enquiries... into 2000... although I held out no hope of a breakthrough. And then, one Tuesday morning, the phone rang. It was... a Bilderberg founder member, for 30 years one of their inner circle... a secret ruler of the world himself, should you choose to believe the assorted militants I had spent the past five years with. It was Denis Healey. "How can I help you?" he said. "Well," I said, "would you tell me what happens inside Bilderberg meetings?" "Okay," he said, cheerfully. There was a silence. "Why?" I said. "Nobody else will." "Because you asked me," he said. Then he added, "I'm an old fart. Come on over." Once Lord Healey had agreed to talk to me... other Bilderberg members became amenable, too (albeit on the condition of anonymity). These interviews enabled me to piece together the backstage mechanics of this most secret society... A tiny, shoe-string central office in Holland decides each year which country will host the next meeting... They say that each country dreads their turn coming around, for they have to raise enough money to book an entire five-star hotel for four days (plus meals and transport and vast security - every packet of peas is opened and scrutinised, and so on). They call up Bilderberg-friendly global corporations, such as Xerox or Heinz or Fiat or Barclays or Nokia, which donate the hundreds of thousands of pounds needed. They do not accept unsolicited donations from non-Bilderberg corporations."