You buy a fleet of luxury marine vessels and a dozen gold-plated helicopters to fly you to them from private islands dotted around the planet's most sublime beaches. You purchase the frozen body of Michael Jackson and hire Damien Hirst so cover it in diamonds. Preservered in a bath of formaldehyde it forms part of a luminous waterbed upon which the young and famous cavort in the private, exclusive nightclub which you build into one of your nuclear submarines.