Sex, Lies and No Democracy

Previous posts discussed people who caused Brown and I much grief and sapped much of our energy, time and money from 1983 onwards when the Gang came after us eg. the mad vindictive therapist Leslie Gore or the equally mad postgrad student Naomi Grunfeld, whom Brown met through the small ads in ‘New Statesman’ when he was looking for part-time work after he graduated. Since I began this blog I received information that many of these people were in fact undercover security services/police officers who had targeted us. Whatever their agenda, they certainly weren’t trying to help victims of the Gang.

We read ‘New Statesman’ from about 1981 until the late 1980s when it took a rather peculiar direction and started running articles about which wine to drink with your meal and other features, suggesting that materialism and consumerism began to pervade the magazine. At the time we just attributed this change to Mandy et al reconstructing the Labour Party by telling everyone to wear sharp suits and putting red roses everywhere, but recently I’ve read that ‘New Statesman’ was a rather troubled magazine and the rather odd turn that it took may have been for more complex reasons. I didn’t realise until I began researching for this blog that ‘New Statesman’ was a publication which was virtually run by the security services anyway; many – perhaps all – of the Editors worked for the security services, as did many of those who wrote for the magazine.

When we read ‘New Statesman’, Footie and then the Windbag were Labour Party Leaders and people like Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and Raphael Samuel were regulars in there. We noticed that among the multiple social justice issues debated and the various activist causes that the magazine supported, there was never a word about the abuses of the psychiatric system which we began to realise was a substantial problem or a word about the atrocious things that we were uncovering in north Wales. We didn’t realise that Hobsbawm and Thompson for decades had second homes in Cwm Croesor, knew all about Dafydd and Gwynne and were personal friends of people using their services/working with them. See eg. ‘The Village’, ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’ and ‘A Message Of Peace At Christmas’.

Although the organised abuse of kids in care was an enormous problem during the 1980s, the only time I remember reading anything about it in ‘New Statesman’ was when they reported on the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal. The NS published details of one senior social worker who was deemed to have been substantially responsible for the mistreatment of the children, Tony Latham. Latham wasn’t at the top of the Social Services management tree, but he wielded a great deal of power, his colleagues were frightened of him and he also ran a string of rather odd businesses inconsistent with what one would have expected of a senior social worker. Latham sounded remarkably like Keith Fearns, the highly abusive leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team.

The Staffordshire Pindown Scandal, although considered major, was only the tip of the iceberg. There was a longstanding paedophile ring in Staffordshire, which had mycelia penetrating Keele University and the regional NHS; that was why the NHS in Staffordshire was in such a parlous state and why there was cover-up after cover-up from John Major’s administration onwards. The notorious West Midlands Serious Crime Squad aided and abetted the Staffordshire ring and local politicians and Councillors all knew about it. The ring was linked to other rings in the UK, including to the Gang in north Wales. See previous posts.

The Staffordshire Pindown Scandal was eventually the subject of a Public Inquiry Co-chaired by Barbara Kahan and Allan Levy QC, a senior social worker and barrister, both of whom had previously colluded with organised abuse. Barbara Kahan and her husband child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Khan had an outstanding track record in this regard; they had for years assisted the ring in Oxfordshire. Barbara Kahan had been the manager of Louis Minster, an active paedophile who subsequently became the Director of Richmond-upon-Thames Social Services and abused children in his care. Kahan was appointed as an adviser to Sir Keith Joseph when he was Heath’s Secretary of State for the DHSS and concealed abuse – including in north Wales – in that post and remained as a Gov’t advisor after Heath’s Gov’t were voted out. Kahan also worked with the paedophile Peter Righton, the social work academic who used his position to promote sex between adults and children. Righton worked at Keele University… Barbara Kahan was at the top of the social work profession for decades. See eg. ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.

‘New Statesman’ merged with ‘New Society’ in 1988. ‘New Society’ was the social work in-house journal and effectively function as a vehicle for organised abuse. No articles ever touched on the en masse abuse/mistreatment/neglect of clients and a regular column, Tailgunner Parkinson, was written by Geoffrey Parkinson, a probation officer who worked in inner London. Parkinson’s columns were supposed to be a light-hearted wry look at his profession, but they were no more than offensive quips about the colourful characters who were his clients. Parkinson ended up being suspended from his job when it was discovered that he was pioneering a novel technique with his clients; he was encouraging them to commit crime, on the grounds that he was encouraging less serious crime than that with which they had previously been involved and thus he was detoxing them re crime. Dafydd’s partner Gang operated in inner London and Parkinson knew them; as of course did Parkinson’s senior managers who suspended him…  See post ‘Only One Died’.

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‘New Society’ contained pages and pages featuring job vacancies with Depts of Social Services that had been infiltrated by gangs, including the worst eg. Gwynedd, Clwyd, Lambeth, Islington, Leicestershire etc. Even John Allen advertised for staff in ‘New Society’.

Richard Crossman was the Editor of ‘New Statesman’, 1970-72 and was of course one of Britain’s most senior security services officers. Crossman was a truly excessive Westminster Swinger who concealed the criminality of Dafydd and Gwynne as well as many more, particularly in his capacity as Secretary of State of the DHSS, 1968-70, but in his many other capacities as well.

The Editor of ‘New Statesman’ when Brown and I read it and when we were targeted by people who did not wish us well via the magazine was Hugh Stephenson, who subsequently became Prof of Journalism at City University and is now Emeritus Professor.

Hugh Stephenson was born in 1938 in India, the son of Sir Hugh and Lady Stephenson. Sir Hugh Lansdown Stephenson (8 April 1871-6 September 1941) served as the Governor of Bihar and Orissa, 7 April 1927 -7 April 1932 and the Governor of Burma, December 1932-May 1936. Sir Hugh was educated at Westminster School and Christ Church, Oxford and joined the Indian Civil Service in 1895.

Hugh Stephenson married Auriol Stevens, 1962 (divorced, 1987); married Diana Eden, 1990; children: (first marriage) two sons, one daughter.

Hugh Stephenson, like Richard Crossman, was educated at Winchester College and New College, Oxford. New College was a recruiting ground for the British security services, thanks to Richard Crossman and later people like Alan Bullock. See post ‘A Study In Tyranny’

Hugh Stephenson also attended the University of California, Berkeley.

Hugh’s brief biography states: ‘journalist and educator. Oxford Union, President, 1962; served in diplomatic service, London, England and Bonn, Germany, 1964-68; Times, London, 1969-81, Editor of Times Business News, 1971-81; New Statesman, London, Editor, 1982-86; City University, London, Professor of Journalism, 1986-. London Borough of Wandsworth, Councillor, 1971-78; History Today, Ltd., Director, 1981-.

Hugh was a Wandsworth Councillor when Dafydd and Gwynne’s partner gang had that Council firmly under its control. One of Dafydd’s main men in south London, John Tilley, was, like Hugh, a Labour Councillor for Wandsworth Council, 1971-78; Tilley was Council Leader. In 1978, Tilley was elected as the Labour MP for Lambeth Central. Wandsworth was working in collaboration with Springfield and St George’s Hospitals in facilitating organised abuse and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See eg. ‘Lord Snooty The Third’.

Among Stephenson’s publications are Claret and Chips: The Rise of the SDP,  1982; Libel and the Media: The Chilling Effect, (co-authored with others) 1997; Sex, Lies, and Democracy: The Press and the Public (Editor, with Michael Bromley), 1998.

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‘Claret and Chips: The Rise of the SDP’ is a study of the founding of the SDP in 1981. Bernard Crick, who reviewed the book in the Times Educational Supplement, wrote that “the judgements of this book are balanced and shrewd, and it will be of use to future historians (limited only by its inability to disclose its sources).” Crick called Stephenson’s tone one of “dry and respectful curiosity. It is good to see that an editor can be a true reporter, showing hard graft and self-restraint rather than the flash opinionating of the born columnist or sketch writer.”

Hugh Stephenson failed to mention that the Gang Of Four only decided to break the mould of politics after it looked dangerously as though the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the en masse criminality of the Gang, who were personally known to the Gang Of Four, in the wake of Mr Thrope’s narrow escape at the Old Bailey and Mary Wynch making her way to a lawyer after being illegally imprisoned by Dafydd. Furthermore the Gang Of Four based their initial targeting of seats entirely on the basis of which seats were particularly sensitive with regard to the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’

Sex, Lies, and Democracy: The Press and the Public’, was reviewed in Contemporary Review. George Evans wrote that “the national and international media academics who contribute to this critical wide-ranging study of the British press leave no room for doubt about the depth and extent of public resentment caused by press intrusion and the invasion of privacy, particularly Royal privacy. Though it lays most of the blame on the popular tabloid papers, the so-called qualities or broad-sheets also earn their share of it for adopting tabloid values themselves.” Times Higher Education Supplement reviewer Nick Couldry said that “this is clearly an area where debate is needed, and this collection will be of use to journalism students.”

No-one mentioned that although gross invasions of Royal privacy did occur, the press were remarkably silent until very recently re the VIP rent boy ring run by William Tallon aka Backstairs Billy, the Queen Mum’s Loyal Retainer who died from AIDS in 23 Nov 2007 and the mainstream media continued to remain silent about the involvement of Royal personages in organised abuse/sexual exploitation and of course about Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist. ‘Sex, Lies and Democracy’ was published during the Waterhouse Inquiry; Hugh Stephenson will have known what that was all about and what an enormous cover-up the Inquiry was.

Hugh married his first wife Auriol Hazel Dawn Stevens (born 4 November 1940) in 1962; they divorced in 1987. Auriol was the daughter of Royal Navy officer Captain Barry Stevens, grew up in Bishop’s Waltham, Hampshire and was educated at Somerville College, Oxford.

From 1962 to 1972 Auriol was a freelance journo, often writing for The Guardian. From 1972 to 1978 she worked for the Times Education Supplement, becoming Deputy Editor. From 1978 to 1983 Auriol was an education correspondent for ‘The Observer’. Auriol was a presenter on ‘A Week In Politics’ on Channel 4, 1983-86. From 1986 to 1992 Auriol was Director of the Universities Information Unit of the Committee of Vice-Chancellors and Principals (now Universities UK). She was Editor of the ‘Times Higher Education Supplement’, 1992-2002. Auriol left THES at the end of May 2002. She sits on the Ethics Committee of Essex University.

Hugh and Auriol have two sons and a daughter. Hugh is now married to Diana Eden.

Hugh’s brother is Jonathon Stephenson, a N Ireland politician, who’s obituary, written by Peta Steel, was published in ‘The Guardian’, 20 Jan 2012:

Jonathan Stephenson was born into a family of English diplomats, but the causes he espoused were anything but establishment. He was a spokesman for the trade union movement at a time when the unions were in constant battle with the Thatcher government and, despite the threat of physical violence, went on to become a leading figure in Northern Irish politics, one of the few Englishmen to make such a political commitment.

His grandfather Sir Hugh Stephenson was one of the last heads of the Indian Civil Service in Bengal. His father, another Sir Hugh, was also in the Indian Civil Service, returning to this country in 1947 to join the Foreign Office. As a child, Jonathan, born in 1950, moved with his family as his father served in the British Middle East Office, as Ambassador in Vietnam, Consul General in New York, for the Joint Intelligence Staff in London and then as Ambassador to South Africa. He was in the same room when Prime Minister Verwoerd was assassinated in 1966.

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Stephenson, whose elder brother was the journalist Hugh Stephenson, former editor of the New Statesman and now Professor Emeritus at City University, was educated at boarding schools in England. An early disposition to rebellion came when he was expelled from Winchester College, and for some time he dropped out of school. He went to Queen’s University in Belfast where he read history and politics, becoming highly politicised by the events around him; for his final year, he studied American politics. From then on, Stephenson would wear an American anorak to watch their elections.
On leaving the university he joined the Northern Ireland Council for Voluntary Action, the first of the many voluntary groups that he was to become involved with. In 1979 he moved to London and joined the staff of the TUC’s press office, working for Brendan Barber, the present general secretary. Barber had just become head of the Press and Information Department and as the Labour Party fell into disarray, the TUC was thrust into leading the opposition to the Conservative Government.
The TUC knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, as well as the role of Top Docs and their serious criminality.
A shrewd observer of the political scene, Stephenson was a witty and engaging character with a keen sense of humour and love of the ridiculous.
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He was also an enthusiastic cricket supporter and organised many matches – something that he would continue to do in Northern Ireland. Barber remembered a loyal staff member: “Jonathan was a skilled writer, astute observer and intelligent political analyst. He was a trusted colleague in difficult times. Above all he was good company: sociable, likeable and good fun.”

On leaving the TUC in 1988, Stephenson,

Jonathan was with the TUC when David Williams, the former Denbigh Angel who had trained at the knee of the Royal Lobotomist, served on the General Council of the TUC from 1983 and as General Secretary of COHSE, 1983-87. See previous posts…

describing himself as “a British-born English Protestant”, returned to Belfast. A strong conviction for socialist affairs and concern at what was happening in Northern Ireland made him make a commitment to take an active part in its future. He became the first press officer for the Social Democratic and Labour Party, and would remain active within the party. For Stephenson, the SDLP offered the best vehicle for achieving a political settlement in Northern Ireland as it recognised the very clear divisions of national identity within Northern Ireland. He argued that they could not be ignored, despite unionists and republicans wanting to do so. He supported the SDLP’s view to arrive at arrangements to share the counties, and believed that the SDLP should broaden its interests to embrace more Protestants, community groups and young people. He became a Belfast City councillor, representing the Castle area between 1993 and 1997.

In September 1993, Stephenson’s house was bombed by the UVF as they targeted several councillors in Belfast. No one was hurt, but he was issued with a gun by the RUC, which – typically of Stephenson – was to remain locked up in a safe. He refused to give in to coercion and in 1995 became chairman of the SDLP, a post he held until 1998. He was elected in 1996 as one of two SDLP regional candidates to the Northern Ireland Forum.

The SDLP Leader and South Belfast MP Dr Alasdair McDonnell recalled: “Jonathan devoted so much of his life to helping people and serving the community in North Belfast during some of the darkest days of the Troubles. He was a diligent press officer for the party, before becoming chair of the SDLP and then answering the call of public representation. He was a good man and will be sadly missed.”

In October 1993 Stephenson had joined the Northern Ireland Public Service Alliance as a journalist, running their magazine, a position he was to hold for the rest of his working life. Brian Campfield, its general secretary, became a close friend: “Jonathan was a committed social democrat, committed to social justice; his return to Ireland showed that commitment. He had a sharp wit, and was a great democrat.”

In recent years his movement had been curtailed by a leg injury and he had been concentrating on writing his memoirs. “The International” was played at his funeral.

Jonathan Stephenson, politician, trade unionist and journalist: born Surrey 2 November 1950; married 1992 Marga Foley (divorced 2009; one son, one daughter and one stepson); died Belfast 21 December 2011.

Jonathan Stephenson’s father worked for the intelligence services and it is highly likely that Jonathan and Hugh did as well. Even if Jonathan did not, he will have known about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd and Gwynne from his union and political work; Jonathan will also have known about the Kincora Boys’ Home and that the VIP paedophile ring there was directly linked to the ring on mainland Britain. He’ll have had knowledge of the miscarriages of justice and murders that occurred because of the British Gov’t concealing the criminality at Kincora and the dirty deals that underpinned Miranda’s N Ireland peace process.

Jonathan became Chairman of the SDLP in 1995, when political insiders knew that an Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would have to be held – and that it would need to be carefully rigged – and remained as Chairman of the SDLP until after Ronnie had finished taking evidence from the former kids in care while Ronnie and the world’s media had called them liars.

The SDLP was a key player in the talks throughout the 1990s that led to the signing of the Good Friday Agreement in 1998. SDLP Leader John Hume won a Nobel Peace Prize that year, with Ulster Unionist Party Leader David Trimble, in recognition of their efforts.

After the GMC allowed Belfast child psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser continue to practice following Fraser’s conviction for child sex offences in the 1970s, Fraser left N Ireland for London and worked at UCL and Springfield Hospital, the psych unit attached to St George’s. See previous posts. I note that Jonathan Stephenson relocated to N Ireland in 1988. Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, was convicted and jailed for child porn offences in Dec 1986 and released early after his May 1987 appeal was heard by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane. Ollie was Mr Big in a pan-European paedophile ring and all rescue dinghies were launched from all directions after his conviction. See eg. ‘Oliver!’ and ‘Too Many Pills’. Dafydd had me wrongly arrested and unlawfully imprisoned in Denbigh four days before Ollie was jailed. See eg. ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’

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It all depended upon this man being allowed to continue with very serious crime uninvestigated and unhindered:

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On New Year’s Day 1997 Lord Snowdon’s mistress of many years, Ann Hills, a journo and high class call girl, was found dead in bizarre circumstances on the roof of her London penthouse. The subsequent inquest returned a verdict of suicide that any toxicologist or Top Doc would have known was nonsensical, indeed not possible, in terms of the evidence provided, yet no-one said a word. Ann’s father was a Top Doc, a relative of Sigmund Freud’s and one of the facilitators of the Westminster Paedophile Ring.  Ann died days before Ronnie Waterhouse opened his Inquiry. At the time of Ann’s death, Patient F and I were about to stand trial after having been charged on the basis of the extensive perjury of Angel Bridget Lloyd. We were acquitted but only found out after our acquittal that before the trial, Dr Tony Francis had prepared Court reports for WHEN we were found guilty, recommending that F be put on probation and that I should be sent to a secure psychiatric unit. Gwynedd Community Health Trust refused to apologise after we were acquitted. See post ‘Error Of Judgement?’

Ah well, we were lucky. This is what happened to someone else on 31 Aug 1997:

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While researching Hugh Stephenson, I found an intriguing article published by ‘New Statesman’ on 16 April 2013 by Anthony Barnett. Here are extracts:

Anthony Barnett, founding editor of OpenDemocracy, applied for the editorship of the New Statesman in 1986 after writing its “Islander” diary for two years. His bid was unsuccessful. Then labour correspondent at the Financial Times, John Lloyd, was hired in his place. Here in a piece written later that year for the benefit of those who had backed him for the job – who included John Berger, Angela Carter, James Curran, Tom Nairn, Salman Rushdie, Joan Smith, Marina Warner and Francis Wheen – he explains why the odds were stacked against him from the start. Ten years later, Lloyd wrote that “Barnett should have got it”.

[Barnett wrote the following in July-August 1986. In April 1986, the Gang killed my friend and housemate Anne Vernon. At the beginning of Aug 1986, I was unlawfully detained for the first time by the Gang, on that occasion at Ysbyty Gwynedd. I had arrived at YG in an attempt to follow up my previous complaints and was told by two NHS managers to drop my complaint and get out or I would be sectioned. I was gobsmacked; I panicked, ran down a corridor to get away from the two NHS managers making the threats, was chased down the corridor by a posse and sectioned after an ‘assessment’ conducted by a junior doc who literally could not understand what I was saying because his English was so poor. He also misquoted the law repeatedly on a number of matters. At one point I stopped talking to him and addressed Jackie Brandt, the social worker sitting in the room and asked her to find an English speaking doc. Brandt giggled, said ‘we haven’t got one’ and did not budge from the room.

After the ‘assessment’, Tony Francis knocked on the door of the room in which I was still sitting with Brandt and asked to see her outside. Brandt returned after just minutes without Francis in tow and told me that after her ‘assessment’ she had decided that I should be sectioned.

I was thus sectioned by Brandt and the doc who couldn’t understand me and the next day Dafydd turned up. I refused to see him, so the Angel in charge of the ward, Bridget Lloyd, locked me in a room with him. Dafydd tried to Talk Sex, I challenged him and he told me to get out of north Wales and if I came back he would have me arrested.

The Mental Health Act Commission ignored my correspondence about this matter for many months. I later discovered that they had noticed that Brandt had not completed a social work report, so the law had been broken on that point alone. Alun Davies, one of the NHS managers who had threatened to have me sectioned if I didn’t leave Ysbyty Gwynedd, told the MHAC that there was no problem with the doc’s English, indeed it was ‘good’. The doc was actually sacked by Gwynedd Health Authority for gross incompetence, one reason being his very, very poor standard of English.

I’ve been slow once more; they tolerated Dr Perera’s idiocy and incompetence, giving him orders to break the law, until my letters began arriving at the MHAC. Then he was sacked. Perera, the junior doc who followed orders from Dafydd and Tony Francis, when working for them as they facilitated that trafficking ring. Should Perera have ever been interviewed as part of an investigation and he chose to admit what was going on in north Wales, it would be stressed that this Top Doc had been sacked…

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Furthermore I discovered in 1988 that after Perera was sacked by Gwynedd Health Authority, he was unable to gain employment. Now, Perera should indeed never have been employed, but that was why he was working for Gwynedd HA in 1986-87, only the desperate worked there, but once I began supplying details of what Perera did ON THEIR ORDERS, Perera wasn’t just out of his job, he was out of his career. He didn’t even get the chance to whistleblow, they got him out…

After I had been sectioned, I was sitting on my bed taking my jeans off. Alun Davies walked into my room without knocking… He didn’t leave when he saw me with my trousers half off either.

This lot were outrageous, they were just dreadful and were simply never ever held to account whatever they did. While I was on that ward I watched other patients being threatened by staff, shut in rooms, belittled and lied to…]

Now for the story of Anthony Barnett, the man who wanted to be Editor of ‘New Statesman’ in 1986 but never made it:

I have just been admitted to a shady hall of fame, to join, among others, the company of Neal Ascherson, Bernard Crick, James Fenton and Gus MacDonald…

Previous posts have explained how Brown appeared on Channel 4’s ‘Right To Reply’ with Gus in the autumn of 1986. I have been told that the Gang wet themselves, particularly when they heard that I had been invited to appear as well. In the event I couldn’t appear, because Channel 4’s invitation coincided with my first day at work at the Cancer Research Campaign Labs in Nottingham University. I have been told that was no coincidence either.

Jeremy Isaacs was Chief Exec of C4 when we were invited on ‘Right To Reply’. Isaacs worked on ‘Panorama’ in the 1960s; Ronnie Waterhouse’s bestest friend Robin Day ruled the waves re ‘Panorama’. Isaacs is the son of a GP and his cousin is the Famous Virologist Alick Isaacs. Alick trained at Glasgow University, at about the same time as R.D. Laing, who was closely connected to the Welsh Bloomsbury Set at Cwm Croesor. I used to see events featuring Laing advertised in the ‘New Statesman’.

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Isaacs was the General Director of the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden,1987-96. The contribution of this to the Knots will become evident later in this post.

All were at one time or another leading candidates for… the editorship of the New Statesman, but to none was the cup passed. In June this year it was my turn to “come second” in the judgement of the paper’s Board…

English public life, indeed, has an almost pathological fear of the confusion of reason and passion. Happily they continue to go together. Their combination gives me an interest in arguing that the New Statesman should not retain its present monopoly as Britain’s general left-wing weekly. For while it does, a weekly insult goes on being perpetrated with respect to the culture and character of radical and dissident life in Britain.

The new editor could change all that. But the appointment of a labour correspondent from the Financial Times, one who describes himself as “right-wing Labour”, was in effect a decision that the Statesman should stay on course. Indeed, John Lloyd told the Sunday Times that as editor he would ensure that the NS backed the further “realignment” of the Left, while he’d “restore the former glory” of the paper’s back half. This is hardly a radical programme.

Under the banner of change I stormed one of the fortifications of the labour movement and was rebuffed… I want to tell the story of that experience. True, during the process I kept quiet and “played the game”. Now I am supposed to swallow the outcome as if it were just an individual matter – after all…

At the beginning those involved in the key decision about the future of the New Statesman said, as no doubt they still say, that they want change. None felt inclined to look again to Fleet Street. All thought that the paper should be to the left rather than the right of the Labour Party… But when it came to it, these individual expressions of a desire for change found little of the necessary boldness or determination. 

Lloyd fits in with the editorial appointments made by the Statesman‘s board since the early sixties. He was the predictable choice. Yet when the process of selection began, none of those involved would have said that they wanted a safe or predictable candidate…

One of the six candidates shortlisted initially was Mary Kaldor….

Mary Kaldor is the daughter of Nicky and Clarissa Kaldor. Nicky Kaldor was an economist who advised Harold Wilson’s Gov’t and was a friend of Richard Crossman, as was Clarissa Kaldor, who also held a senior role in NHS governance when Crossman was Secretary of State for the DHSS. the Kaldors were friends with E.P. Thompson and Mary wrote Thompson’s obituary for the broadsheets. See previous posts.

she, unlike myself, is not only a member of the Labour Party but also a senior advisor on its policy committees. But she has a real interest in new ideas and a commitment to policies. Had she got the job I’d have been annoyed but I’d have worked for her if she’d so wished…because she too was a candidate for change. As it was, she… withdrew. Three candidates went through the to the final board meeting… John Lloyd, myself and David Leigh – the latter a star Observer journalist…

Lloyd has definite qualifications. He has been a hippy editor of Ink and a member of BICO, the British and Irish Communist Organization… an earnest Stalinist groupuscule that strove both to repopularize the old mass murderer and glorify the British State… it wasnot for his past that John Lloyd was preferred, but for his present role and thanks to the active support of Kinnock’s office.

after Kingsley Martin became editor in 1931, the paper began to make some money… It emerged in 1945 with a circulation of 70,000 and a pre-eminent position as the Left’s cultural weekly, and retained sales of between 70 and 90,000 for the next twenty years. In 1966 sales began to drop and fell every year since then, bar only 1979 and 1980….

Perhaps the key moment was the period after John Freeman ousted the faltering Martin in 1961. In his own words, Freeman turned the paper away from “preaching” and temperamental “irresponsibility”, towards a “rethink” of “its attitudes towards the modern world”. Thus the paper became responsible and modernist when Harold Wilson took over as Labour’s leader…

Freeman saw the paper’s sales grow towards a solid 90,000, helped by Labour taking office in October 1964 and winning a large parliamentary majority in 1966. Then it all fell apart…The Statesman‘s long crisis illuminates the chronically arthritic version of the English disease that afflicts the old Left.

...R W Johnson described the reaction of his American friend Mike to the New Statesman the week America began to bomb Vietnam in 1965. There was not a word about it. “This mag is not left-wing, it’s not intellectual, but by God it’s British”, Mike stormed. R W Johnson continues: “Then its editor, John Freeman, was made ambassador to India”. That was in 1966. Freeman said he insisted upon the independence of the NS from the Labour Party…

The lesson – the need to separate political and journalistic ambitions – was lost on the board which in 1970 was to ask Richard Crossman to replace Freeman’s own successor Paul Johnson.

Paul Johnson later turned to the right. At about the time that (or just before) I left Somerset for UCNW, Johnson purchased an estate in Over Stowey in the Quantocks and the area became cluttered up with his mates from London. Johnson’s son Cosmo was later at the centre of a very nasty incident in which he held a young mother with her two children hostage at gunpoint. I knew her, she was a local girl whom I had known as a kid. There was no prison sentence for Cosmo, he received the Light Touch Treatment at the hands of the craven criminal justice system in Somerset. Someone had expressed their deep concerns about the ‘weird son of Paul Johnson’s’ months before the hostage incident. I didn’t tell anyone but Brown about it, but of course we were under surveillance. Cosmo was, at least a couple of years ago, a Conservative Councillor in Watchet. Paul Johnson is married to a psychotherapist; they have many links to the Gang’s network. See previous posts…

Crossman promptly oversaw a collapse in sales to 50,000. But something more general had ‘gone wrong’ of which he was simply the victim. The entire approach of ‘modernization’ had disintegrated under Wilson…

Paul Johnson…succeeded Freeman in 1966. He had actually grasped what was needed a decade before. Writing in Convictions in 1958, he urged: “it is about time we destroyed the British class system”…What was needed, Paul Johnson claimed, before any further economic measures, was an assault upon the institutions:

I would therefore abolish the monarchy and House of Lords, dispossess … the public schools and Oxford and Cambridge; end the regimental system in the army … disestablish the Church; replace the Inns of Court … abolish the Honours List…Our society is a many-headed hydra: it is no use chopping off the heads singly, for while you are dealing with the second or third, the first will grow again.

My how things have changed!

Either the magazine had to distance itself from Labour and attack it for not being modern enough, for failing to deliver its reforms, or it had to abandon a fundamental commitment to progress altogether. Paul Johnson…went straight for the latter course…

Despite the derisory outcome of the Wilson approach that it had initially endorsed, the paper embraced the only other alternative to the crisis of the sixties. It sought to preserve its own ‘traditional’ place. It too had become a “national institution” and regarded itself as such…Like the UK itself the New Statesman was willing and able to sustain continuous decline rather than change…

Kingsley Martin’s distinctive, dual legacy. In one sense he ran a genuinely radical paper, with its alliance of Liberal, Socialist, Labour and pro-Communist contributors… Martin insisted that the paper be anti-anti-Communist. But at the same time it was an ‘insiders’ magazine, a part of the Fabian-organized and Bloomsbury-cultivated ‘progressive’ consensus which had inspired the welfare state. 

They were never going to mention a word re Dafydd and Gwynne were they.

The crucial identifying mark of the post-war New Statesman was its wholehearted support for the independence movements in the colonies…

Except for this colony:

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A future without colonialism meant a very different country…The passion to end colonialism drew liberals, socialists and communists together…

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But for the liberals it was also an attempt to reinforce perceived traditions of enlightened patronage that were very Bloomsbury indeed. Britain’s moral distinction would be confirmed and even reinforced by the style with which it bestowed freedom on its hitherto subject peoples. This was the New Statesman to which Earl Mountbatten privately subscribed

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The Mountbatten whom is widely alleged was involved in organised abuse, including at Kincora Boys’ Home

and to which Eric Hobsbawm contributed an excellent, pseudonymous jazz column.

Eric, friend of Bertrand Russell, Footie and the Windbag…

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The approach splashed over into the creation of CND in 1957. Kingsley Martin was a member of its founding committee and the movement for unilateral nuclear disarmament was in part inspired by an article of J B Priestly’s published in the NS. As A J P Taylor, also one of its original proponents, recalls, the argument was “watertight” as the bomb was wicked, idiotic and dangerous…

Like the early CND, anti-colonialism could also be conservative, as it sought to protect and preserve the home country during the traumatic conclusion to a century in which Great Britain had been the world No 1…

But by the mid-sixties the issue was over… the question could not remain alive as the colonies were no more. … at the same time as Wilson’s economic modernization dissolved into tacky humiliation, the key platform of the New Statesman’s radicalism disappeared from the agenda…

Paul Johnson has recounted how he wanted Richard Crossman to succeed him in 1970, in part because he felt that a talented man had been unjustly treated when – as a senior staffer in the fifties – he had sought to become Kingsley Martin’s deputy and successor. (Martin had refused, telling him: “I would never trust you to put the New Statesman first … you’re a politician”.)…

In 1972 Crossman was replaced by his deputy, Anthony Howard… Howard… oversaw a professional and talented operation, and a much slowed but nonetheless continuous fall in sales through to 1978…

there is something strange about the decline in the sales of the New Statesman. It began precisely when the paper’s natural market started to expand, as the first wave of graduates from the huge growth in higher education completed their degrees in the mid-sixties. If the paper had simply retained average sales of between 70 and 50,000 it would still have given a lot of ground in terms of its old predominance when “everybody” read it. As things are its sales have now sunk to 27,000 with trade sales of only 18,000 a week. 

a considerable expansion of the left and radical intelligentsia has taken place since the sixties, thanks especially to the women’s movement, and the alternative politics of CND and ecology….

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The success of Marxism Today and New Socialist…

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is evidence of both the journalist energy and the demand on the Left in the eighties…

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the New Statesman had turned into its own gravedigger.

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There was one bold attempt to break the stranglehold of the past. After Anthony Howard moved on in 1978, the Board faced a choice of Neal Ascherson, who called for the necessary break from Westminster; James Fenton, who argued that the paper’s decline was irreversible but that it should at least go down decently; and Bruce Page… so Page was chosen to spend the paper’s way out if its crisis. One of the country’s most innovative journalists, he had been ousted from the Sunday Times… Page was a radical choice…

Page’s real ambition was to turn the tables on the Sundays and beat them at their own game… through his support for Duncan Campbell’s exposés, which certainly no other editor would have backed at the time, he did indeed succeed in returning the New Statesman to the centre of national debate. 

Duncan Cambell was THE fearless investigative journo of the 1980s. Even fearless Duncan, who took on police corruption, the Secret State and many other things, didn’t touch the Gang.

for the four years after Page resigned in 1982, Hugh Stephenson never gained his bearings at all… In 1982, Stephenson inherited sales figures so low as to threaten the paper’s viability… Journalistically, one golden opportunity after another was allowed to pass: the 1983 general election and its aftermath; the whole campaign over the abolition of the GLC and the other socialist municipalities; and the year long miners’ strike… Writing as “Islander”, I began a fortnightly diary for the Statesman… just after the miners’ strike began… in the New Statesman a kind of uncomfortable embarrassment reigned – as in Kinnock’s office; it just wanted the issue to GO AWAY.

The same attitude was taken towards me

This was an eminently understandable point of view in electoral terms for the leader of Her Majesty’s Opposition. But for a paper whose immediate concern was some thousands of radicals on the left and not the millions in the middle of the road, such a response involved an abandonment of its actual responsibility. As if in compensation… in the middle of the miners’ strike the shrinking New Statesman tried to expand by buying the ailing New Society from IPC….It was the only mention the readers were given of a step bound to change the role of their paper…

There is no need to describe the way Hugh Stephenson’s New Statesman withdrew like a shrivelled snail into its shell. One example is sufficient to illustrate its lack of elementary editorial imagination. When Rees Mogg’s Arts Council published The Glory of the Garden, a Thatcherite statement of political policy towards the arts… the paper made no mention of it whatever.

Everyone would have done anything to get rid of Thatch, anything at all. Her remaining was always someone else’s fault…

At one point Stephenson tried to be bolder. In 1983, he supported the ‘dream ticket’ of Kinnock as Labour leader and Hattersley as deputy.

See previous posts for details re this farce and for the background on Fattersley, who’s constituency was Birmingham Sparkbrook, 1964-97, probably the most disadvantaged constituency in Brum at the time. Brown used to live near Sparkbrook and visited people there and the experiences that they had at the hands of the Top Docs and others who Care were as extraordinary as our were in north Wales. Fattersley and Molly were far too busy fine dining and telling everyone else what to do to give a stuff.

The latter… made six policy speeches, the final one of which launched the idea of a National Investment Bank. Hattersley proposed fiscal measures designed to claw back British funds from overseas and the NIB would invest them in the United Kingdom. Stephenson, who had been business editor of The Times, argued that the problem was not one of raising money, for the City does not pose an impediment to raising even billions for investment. The real problem is what to invest in, and how, and who will carry it through… Hattersley was cajoled into replying and showed himself pathetically displeased, as he evaded the argument with a tone of injured affront. It was quite clear from his reply that… Labour’s shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer was emphatically not interested in serious public discussion of his plans.

Fattersley won’t have had any plans apart from ensuring that the Birmingham vipers’ nest embracing Dafydd’s partner gang, Robert Bluglass, Freddie Crawford, Philip Cauthery, Adrianne Jones, the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad et al as discussed in previous posts were never fully exposed.

‘Islander’ noted a remark of Peter Kellner’s that while Kinnock had made a grand success of his public relations, not least by appearing on a Tracy Ullman video, he still lacked “a vision” for the future. “What is Kinnock’s vision?”, I asked, and I asked him for a brief friendly interview and a prepared answer… I was stonewalled for months… I wrote a critical assessment of his approach which the Statesman  published in a low key way before the 1985 Party Conference. Later, I was commissioned by the Labour Party’s own monthly, New Socialist, to develop the argument in an essay which was excerpted in the Guardian and led Kinnock himself to describe me in that paper’s letters’ page as “bilious”. For some reason… I really got under Kinnock’s skin.

The Windbag didn’t like me much either and I had no idea that he even knew of my existence

This seems to have ensured his active support for an alternative candidate to myself after Stephenson resigned. Yet in editorial terms, so far as the New Statesman is concerned, Kinnock’s approach had already done considerable damage, whether or not he should now be thanked for saving the paper from my influence. In effect Stephenson offered the paper to the “dream ticket” as a vehicle for their thinking… Stephenson was too passive an editor and too responsible a supporter of Kinnock to make the paper a centre for such debate, which must necessarily include disagreement to be readable. For his part, Kinnock was too concerned with moderation and compromise to generate the intellectual commitment to policies and ideas that demand and sustain debate…

After the Statesman published my initial piece on Kinnock, Stephenson suggested that ‘Islander’ should come to an end but that I might contribute a Diary once every four or five weeks under my own name. He wanted younger people to do the diary and thought the paper should become more “punk”, he explained. It was still losing circulation, older readers were dying off, and the under 25s did not find it attractive. He had to turn it in their direction, he argued. I said I’d consider the matter, and we met a couple of weeks later… I then drew my breath and very gently and as constructively as possible asked if I could suggest my own response to his plan to turn around the fall in sales. The paper had not “saturated” the political market as he had suggested and should not seek the youth sector. Rather it should try to return to being “necessary reading”. Far too many of those who ought to read it had stopped and the critical thing was to win them back first. Only then would young people look to the NS. I’d known Stephenson and written for him for two years… But I was baffled by his response to my brief argument for an alternative approach to the one he was taking with respect to the Statesman‘s problems. He said quite simply, “I agree”. Then, he sighed, “one tries hard and the circulation still falls by another thousand”…

It took me some weeks to realize that I had been the victim of a Foreign Office training. Maybe the procedure is written down in an old handbook for Governor Generals. If the natives get difficult and come and complain, especially if they dream up any plans that smell of self-government, never disagree. That can only lead to an unseemly argument. It worked completely on me – I was quite confabulated. Later, I learnt that Stephenson had hired Neville Brody, who designed The Face to do a job to the Statesman.

I occasionally used to buy ‘The Face’. It was a PR vehicle for the pop/rock culture of the 1980s that we now know was highly sexploitative and dominated by people who used the services of Dafydd re vulnerable people coerced into sex work. ‘The Face’ tried to have intellectual pretensions and I remember a lot of dissatisfaction which caused some people (not me) to write to the magazine raising concerns at how, for example, vicious terrorist movements were used as ‘themes’ for fashion spreads. ‘The Face’ was a bit like the Janet Street-Porter Yoof TV programmes, in that the most serious and sensitive matters – HIV, rape, queer-bashing, terrorism – would be discussed in the same breath along with Paula Yates’s latest clothes, thus trivialising important matters. See previous posts for info on Paula, who grew up in north Wales and when young for a time lived in Rowen in Conwy, the village in which Dafydd and Gwynne’s Great Protector Lord Wyn Roberts lived.

Stephenson had decided that the readership had failed him and was determined to elect another. He was saved from this preposterous course by a muffled revolt from the staff which was capped by Francis Wheen… suggested that the notion of a New Faceman was foolish; that the staff had declared no confidence in the editor (an exaggeration); and that the readers had done likewise by leaving the paper in their thousands…

Wheen was seen by Phillip Whitehead, the Chairman of the Board, who persuaded him to withdraw his threat to publish his column elsewhere now that the Statesman had censored it. Whitehead assured Wheen that he understood the situation. But Stephenson should not be hurt unnecessarily. And a few days later he did indeed announce his resignation as a personal decision…

And so I started to run [for the job as editor]. I was not altogether without “connections”…. First, that the Board realized that the paper was on the verge of bankruptcy… in 1986… there was no money in the bank.

The staff, underpaid and fearful for their jobs… Many… have given their best to a paper that has been poorly led and managed. I had some support among them, but those against me were much more strategically placed. Although there were four staff with voting rights on the board, and another two allowed to be present, as a group they looked to the independent trustees for leadership.

There are four independent trustees, or directors, on the Board of the New Statesman: Phillip Whitehead, the Chairman; Ursula Owen, the Managing Director of Virago; Christopher Hird, who was once the paper ‘s deputy editor and was on as a SOGAT nomination; and John Garrett, a tough ex-Labour MP (he lost in seat in 1983), once shadow spokesman for Industry and currently a leading management consultant…

I used to wonder why Virago weren’t what they pretended. Here’s a few clues:

Ursula Margaret Owen (born 21 January 1937) went to St Hugh’s College, Oxford,where she studied physiology. She then took a diploma at Bedford College in London and worked for some years as a social worker and mental health researcher. As if that isn’t terrifying enough, Conrad, Bertrand Russell’s son and a Liberal peer, worked at Bedford College for years. See eg. ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’

Bedford College also pioneered the teaching of medical sociology, but their version was a lame version of uncritical sociology designed to turn out running dogs for Top Docs and a lot of sociologists refused to have any involvement with the Bedford course. The Top Docs’ gofer who did the dirty deed at Bedford was Margot Jefferys, who was part of the Gang’s wider network. In 1965 Margot was appointed Director of Social Research at Bedford College and in 1968 she became the UK’s first Prof in Medical Sociology. Margot launched Bedford’s MSc in Medical Sociology in 1969. See previous posts…

There’s a fascinating tribute to the abuser’s friend Margot on the website of Graham Scambler, Emeritus Prof of Sociology at UCL and Visiting Prof of Sociology at Surrey University, written on Sep 29, 2013:

‘I did not meet Margot Jefferys immediately on crossing the threshold at Bedford College in 1972… But this was her Unit, and I came to know her well and to appreciate… the deftness of her political touch… Born in Madras in 1916, Margot… qualified…as a economic historian… at the LSE in 1938. Her first book was a study of the ‘anatomy’ of social and welfare services in, I think, Buckinghamshire. The then less troubled transition to sociology was confirmed by her appointment to the London School of Health and Tropical Medicine in 1953. Along with many others she left the CP in 1956 when the Soviet tanks crushed the Hungarian uprising… The M.Sc in medical sociology that so many of my cohort of medical sociologists took was her initiative… Margot was a vital…catalyst for medical sociology’s emergence in the UK (aided and abetted by the likes of Raymond Illsley, her close friend Ann Cartwright and later George Brown and Margaret Stacey).

Prof Raymond Illsley was a colleague of Dafydd and Gwynne’s network and another abuser’s friend. See eg. ‘Rab, High Table And The Founding Fathers’.

Margot… was a facilitator and fixer more for others than for herself. Her input into the Todd Commission on medical education helped secure my and others’ positions in medical schools through the 1970s.

They would not have gained those positions if they didn’t keep their mouths shut. The Todd Commission was another Commission established under Harold Wilson’s Gov’t, packed with Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates, including the Chairman, Lord Alexander Todd. See eg. ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’ and ‘The Wizard War’.

She had advocated not only the compulsory teaching of sociology (and psychology) to medical students…

Medical students very rarely take sociologists seriously. It is because their experience of them are the Margots of the world whom are there to facilitate Top Docs’ activities no matter how questionable those are. Even bright medical students with a penchant for sociology won’t take the Margots seriously, because they know what the deal is: this Pathetic Shark is here to do our bidding and we are their superior. Psychiatrists take the same view re the Multi-Disciplinary Team; no matter what lip service is paid to the Equally Valuable Contribution Of All Practitioners, the Top Doc is boss and they’ll dispense the orders. Part of this phenomenon lies in the style of training of the Top Docs, but part of it has to be attributed to the Pathetic Sharks themselves. They know that you are Pathetic, Sharks and they have no bloody respect for you at all because you toady to gangsters…

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Her thinking: to be taken seriously we should be as fully integrated and as collegial as possible. It was a bold, imaginative and self-denying prescription.

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And I shall almost certainly return to its sequelae. She was no less influential in general practice, acting as chair of the BMA’s Working Group on Primary Health Care, which reported in 1970.

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Margot impacted on my career in two ways. First, she was the inaugural chair of the University of London’s ‘Special Advisory Committee in Sociology Applied to Medicine’ (SACSAM), a sub-committee of the University’s Medical Committee. Second,

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she responded positively to Dick Levinson’s request to host a six-week summer programme on ‘comparative health care’. Dick had brought a few ‘pred-med’ students from Emory University in Atlanta, Georgia, to London in 1975; now, he was looking for a more permanent deal…. Margot was as receptive as ever (Americans loved her)

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and invited me, a hard-up Ph.D student and dad, to act as her intermediary. I tentatively stepped into this role in 1976 and over time became the London director, only relinquishing this responsibility in much-changed circumstances decades later.

What do I remember of Margot via these roles? It certainly took her a while to learn my name. I was and remained ‘Gordon’ for some time, in fact until the following exchange occurred: ‘Hello Gordon’, ‘Hello Margaret’, ‘My name’s Margot Gordon’, ‘And my name’s Graham Margot’!…

Yes, they really do conduct themselves like this…

She nursed we sociologists in medical education through our wavering and self-doubts; and teaching sociology to medical students was no joke through the 1970s!

Because they thought that you were, well, Pathetic Sharks who couldn’t even get each other’s names right.

As chair of SACSAM she initiated and tutored us in the politics of university committees with quiet eloquence.She did not seem Machiavellian, such were her skills. Was it Ivor Burton, Head of the Department of Sociology at Bedford College, who at her retirement ‘do’ acknowledged, not without irony, her ability to get what she wanted from the committees she attended without appearing either to exert herself or to provoke dispute? Ok, maybe she was Machiavellian enough not to appear so. Her ‘handling’ of others was diplomatically impeccable.

‘I’m going to tell…I’m going to tell…’

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As far as the Emory University summer programme was concerned, she oversaw it during its neophyte years before eventually delegating it to me… My own involvement was to last for 35 years, and the programme continues still. It was then and remained until I ‘resigned’ a six-week sojourn in London that introduced students, many of them aspiring physicians in the US, to a divergent – in their view more or less ‘socialized’ – health care system….

Think of the hostility in the US to socialised medicine. Where might that have come from?

Via Margot, I was able to attract front-line academics like Brian Abel-Smith (who argued for a higher fee) and Michael Marmot,

Both Abel-Smith and Marmot Knew About Dafydd and Gwynne and organised abuse; Abel-Smith was a friend of Crossman and involved in organised abuse himself… See previous posts.

plus, from among my own cohort, David Armstrong, David Blane, Sheila Hillier, Charlotte Humphrey, Nick Mays and many others, as well as leading medical practitioners like Geoffrey Chamberlain

Cilla’s friend Geoffrey, the Mr Big of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, the Prof of Obs and Gynae at St George’s Hospital Medical School, a friend of Ollie Brooke… Chamberlain continued to co-author with Ollie after Ollie had been convicted, imprisoned and released again, when Chamberlain was telling the world that Ollie was a sad pitiable creature who had been disgraced and had long gone. See post ‘Too Many Pills’.Chamberlain was also involved with research fraud, had unlawfully aborted late gestation foetuses and carried out live experiments on them before allowing them to die and concealed practice so bad that it resulted in the deaths of patients… Prof Chamberlain did have a very convincing carapace of a kindly old buffer who was the Heart of the Dept, but Christ, what he was up to behind closed doors… People did know, but they didn’t say a thing because they knew that they’d be finished if they did. See post ‘Now Then…’

and, of course, Anthony Hopkins.

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John Carrier from the LSE proved a mainstay and still teaches the first weekof the programme well into a manically busy retirement. Margot taught a session for as long as she felt able to do so, well beyond her retirement in 1982, then gracefully withdrew. She continued to research and to show the hospitality to visiting academics for which she was renowned… She died in March of 1999.

1999, the year before Ronnie Waterhouse published his Report but the year in which insiders in High Places were told what was in the draft, saw a positive genocide of Insiders Who Were Witnesses…Like Margot, Lord Max Beloff, Tory peer and friend of Thatch as well as Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, 1981-91, died in March 1999. See ‘The Wizard War’. Ioan himself died in May 1999. So many insiders came a cropper in 1999 that it does look somewhat suspicious.

 

Graham Scambler completed a B.Sc in Philosophy and Sociology at Surrey University in 1971, followed by a Ph.D. in Sociology (supervised by George Brown) at Bedford College. Scambler was appointed Lecturer in Sociology at Charing Cross Hospital Medical School, 1972-75. Dame Josephine Barnes, who along with her husband Sir Brian Warren, Ted Heath’s close friend and personal physician, facilitated the Westminster Paedophile Ring, was for years a consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist at Charing Cross. See post ‘Uncle Harry’s Friends…’ Charing Cross was the site of the notorious Gender Identity Clinic where for years patients who dared ask for ‘treatment’ there were treated appallingly. The Top Docs had some truly bizarre ideas as to what constitutes normal female behaviour and a lot of transgender people suffered greatly. The attitude of Charing Cross Gender ID clinic underwent a rapid about-turn when other clinics in Europe opened who were somewhat friendlier to the patients. Patients from the UK voted with their feet – Charing Cross was for years the only Gender ID clinic in the UK – and went to Europe. Charing Cross themselves then began waving so many people through for gender reassignment surgery that they found themselves accused of being the Sex Change Capital Of Europe amidst allegations that patients only had to show the Top Docs the colour of their money and the surgery would be OK’d…

The Charing Cross contingent had close connections with many other people who were working in the gender ID/sex therapy business who in turn were networked into the Gang, including Dr Roy Mottram of Cardiff University who gave the medical students plenty to think about. See previous posts. MI5 knew that Brown and I had heard all about Mottram and his foibles as well, we were bugged and the medical student who told us was bought off with a career in surgery…

The brutality and fuckwittery of the gender ID clinic at Charing Cross was evident in the 1990s when a series of TV documentaries were made about the biography of a transwoman, Julia Grant. Julia was intimidated, insulted, reduced to a quivering wreck and then when she was, after much grovelling, finally approved for surgery, to be carried out by THE surgeon who worked with the Charing Cross team, it was so badly carried out that, post-surgery, Julia collapsed in public, haemorrhaged and almost died. Matters were made worse by the hospital to which she was admitted after collapsing not realising that she was a transwoman and believing instead that she had carried out an abortion on herself. Where they thought that uterus was that had gestated the aborted foetus I cannot work out. There was no investigation into any of these huge cock-ups, but then there rarely is. See post ‘R.I.P. Julia Grant and Many More…’.

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Oh get over it everyone, there are Top Docs who are excellent, but there are some Grade A clueless fuckwits who really do not know what they are doing. I made representation after representation about dangerous idiots in north Wales whom I could SEE just did not know their arses from their elbows and it wasn’t just the psychs either. They got away with it because the patients referred to the fuckwits were nearly always uneducated patients who did not know what standards to expect. The strategy used when the Top Docs did realise that you could spot an idiot was to lie and lie and lie. People die because of this, they die and still we are reassured that it is just a matter of a few bad eggs. It is a profession that cannot regulate itself and has no intention of doing so.

 

Graham Scambler then moved to the Middlesex, Gwynne’s old alma mater, the staff and alumni of whom were concealing Gwynne’s crimes when Scambler worked there, 1978-87. Scambler was at the Middlesex when the distress flares went up from all directions after Brown and I complained about Gwynne in 1984. Mergers between London teaching hospitals meant that the Middlesex eventually became part of UCL. Scambler was appointed Professor of Medical Sociology at UCL in 2001, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published. He retired from UCL in 2013.

UCL was one of the hubs of the Westminster Paedophile Ring long before Scambler rocked up there. The Gang’s network were safely rooted at UCL back in the 1950s when Lord Max Rosenheim ruled supreme there. As discussed in previous posts, Rosenheim trained numerous Docs who then went on to greater things re organised abuse, including Dame Josephine Barnes and Geoffrey Chamberlain. Leaving Lord Max at the controls was an excellent idea if one was a molester in a High Place because Lord Max could either create or kill a junior doc’s career. Lord Max’s legacy was the systematic selection for Top Docs who colluded with criminality; Lord Max’s grateful proteges bed-blocked all senior positions in the generation that followed him. Harriet’s dad Top Doc John Harman was a mate of Lord Max. See previous posts.

UCL also hosted academics in disciplines other than medicine who were most helpful to the Gang. Prof Eric Sunderland, Principal of UCNW, 1984-94 and an excellent paedophiles’ friend but one in heavy camouflage completed his PhD – Eric was an anthropologist – at UCL. Lord Henry Woolf completed his law degree there (see previous posts) and even some of the literature academics (see post ‘I Spit On Your Grave’) were part of the Gang’s wider network. Psychology at UCL was the source of a real bonanza, the legacy extending into the Modern Era; Sarah-Jayne Blakemore is based at UCL (see previous posts for details of some of the many of Blakemore’s mentors and colleagues who were/are colleagues of the Gang), as was Simon Baron-Cohen, but Simon is now at Cambridge. Of course he is, Simon knew about Dafydd and Gwynne and used to pop up to the School of Psychology at Bangor University to hold seminars at the invitation of Prof Fergus Lowe. Fungus built his entire empire on the back of him overthrowing the influence of Dafydd in the School of Psychology in 1987 and then blackmailing everyone who had colluded with or concealed Dafydd and Gwynne. Fungus’s right hand woman and mistress Prof Pauline Horne arrived at Bangor to begin her career in psychology many moons ago after working as a biochemist at UCL. See eg. post ‘Feet In Chains’.

Andrew Skarbek, the Hampstead based swinging psychiatrist who was married to Marjorie Wallace who established the charidee SANE in the late 1980s which literally campaigned to keep Nutters locked up, worked at UCL when he was a younger Top Doc, he met Marjorie there. Marjorie is featured in my post ‘one Dangerous Fucker’. Marjorie had a number of other partners at the same time as being married to Skarbek, including Tom Margerison one of the founders of LWT. Margerison worked for the security services. Marjorie knew about Jimmy Savile and much else, including Dafydd and Gwynne. When Marjorie launched her charidee I wrote to her providing full details of the criminality of Dafydd and the Gang. I had no idea that she was pals with them and that her charidee was a PR initiative because of Mary Wynch and then me refusing to shut up about Dafydd.

At the time of Ann Hills death, Marjorie was having an affair with her old friend Lord Snowdon and they toured Britain in their capacity as Disability Campaigners. See post ‘Error Of Judgement?’

Today’s Daily Post contains a feature on Lord Snowdon’s niece, India Armstrong-Jones, who is swimming in the Menai Strait in an event organised by the Arfon Masters Swimming Club to raise money for charidee, precisely the Mount Camphill Community. India’s dad Peregrine Armstrong-Jones – Snowdon’s half-brother – and her brother Robert are also taking part in the swim. Peregrine told the Post that Lord Snowdon was ‘a champion for the disabled and I know that he will be looking down on India on Saturday and willing her on’. Lord S of Belgravia For His Whole Life is buried at Llanfaglan in the church there, he gatecrashed after Nerys was buried there. See post ‘And Death Shall Have No Dominion’. I am glad to hear that the Spirit Of Snowdon will be taking a quick break from his usual activities of having sex with celestial prostitutes of both genders supplied by the Ghost Of Gwynne and snorting coke supplied by the Poltergeists of the Drs Dally now that they have Passed Over To The Other Side to keep a heavenly eye on India.

India may not understand the intricacies of her late Uncle’s existence, because India has learning disabilities. So she probably hasn’t asked anyone why she is raising money for the Camphill Community, after a huge row a few years ago that saw many members of the longstanding community walk out after fundamental changes were imposed meaning that it would no longer be the Camphill Community. I thought that the Camphill Community had closed down as a result…

‘The Daily Post’ tells us that Peregrine is a ‘party planner to the stars’. He organised Princess Eugenie’s wedding dinner and Posh Spice’s nuptials. Peregrine has organised parties for Elton John and Prince Albert of Monaco, so perhaps he used the talents of Doris Stokes or someone similar to ask Lord S to have a word with his old pal Gwynne to ensure that those parties went with a bang.

Is Anybody There?

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Can we have a few wraps of H, some whizz, about 200 finest Ogwen Valley shrooms, those tarts that you procured for Bertie’s 21st and some chicken under 13 yrs old please? Diolch yn fawr Gwynne bach.

Peregrine ‘divides his time’ between London home and ‘the family home’ in north Wales. He is Hon Commodore at the Royal Welsh Yacht Club in Caernarfon.

 

The linguist David Crystal, a visiting Prof at Bangor University who has provided much good PR for the Gang, studied and worked at UCL. Crystal grew up in Holyhead and then Liverpool and returned to live in Holyhead. Crystal is involved with many community initiatives in Holyhead, including those with regard to the Catholic Church. David Crystal’s son Ben is an actor, author and producer, best known for his work on performing and promoting Shakespeare using original pronunciation. Ben grew up in Wokingham and Holyhead and studied at Lancaster University, 1995-98.

 

Scambler’s PhD supervisor, George William Brown (born 1930) was born in Portobello. His father was a lens maker and his mother had been a waitress. George left school at 16 and initially moved between a number of jobs, including work in the Post Office. In 1948, he was called up for National Service and served in the RAF. George then went to UCL in 1951 studying archaeology and anthropology. George could well have rubbed noses with Eric Sunderland, Eric was doing his PhD at UCL in the early/mid-1950s. After a series of jobs George obtained a research post at the Social Psychiatry Research Unit at the Maudsley Hospital, where ‘he began his research into schizophrenia’. George was at the Maudsley when dear old Dafydd ‘trained’ there and George’s boss was one of Dafydd’s mates!

My post ‘       ‘ discussed George and his colleagues/pals who were colleagues of Dafydd at the Maudsley. Dafydd et al were facilitating a trafficking ring at the Maudsley; it is why Dafydd spent a stint at the Maudsley ‘training’, when MI5 groomed him to receive the baton from Gwynne, they packed him off to the Maudsley to meet the biggest and the best in organised abuse/concealing criminality in High Places. Not only did they protect Dafydd for the rest of his life, but Dafydd was able to go into business with them on a grand scale.

In 1968 George moved to the Social Research Unit at Bedford College, where he became first Deputy Director, then joint Director. It was here that George developed his research into the social aspects of depression and also developed the Medical Sociology MSc with Margot Jefferys.

George’s publications include:

Wing, J.K., & Brown, G.W. (1970). Institutionalism and Schizophrenia: A Comparative Study of Three Mental Hospitals 1960-1968. Cambridge; Cambridge University Press; Brown, G.W., & Harris, T. (1978). Social Origins of Depression: A Study of Psychiatric Disorder in Women. London: Tavistock

Prof John Wing was one of the senior staff at the Maudsley who was one of Dafydd’s umbrellas, as was John’s wife Lorna Wing. John and Lorna had a child with mental health problems and they were utterly clueless as to how to best look after her. Neither did they receive any support or advice from their colleagues at the Maudsley. Lorna found the solution; she decided that her daughter had Asperger’s after reading the original literature on Asperger’s (the original research was carried out by Austrian Top Doc Hans Asperger who later worked with Nazi Top Docs and diagnosed children with Asperger’s in order that they might be dispensed with, being Useless Eaters…) and Lorna became The Expert On Aspergers! Lorna Wing now has a place in history as the Lady Doctor Who Helped so Many. See previous posts…

T. Harris – HERE

In 1986, the year of Anne Vernon’s death at the hands of the Gang, the year of my two unlawful detentions and the year that Ollie Brooke was jailed, George Brown became a Fellow of the British Academy.

In 2002, George was awarded a DUniv from the University of Essex

  • George is featured on the British Academy website. His career history is given as:

Current post: Honorary Research Fellow, Institute of Psychiatry, King’s College London.

  • Past Appointments:
  • Research Worker, Social Research Unit, Bedford College University of London, 1968 – 1972
  • Research Worker, Medical Research Council, Institute of Psychiatry, Psychology and Neuroscience University of London, 1956 – 1968
  • Honorary Research Fellow, Institute of Psychiatry, Psychology and Neuroscience University of London, 2013
  • External Scientific Staff Medical Research Council, Royal Holloway University of London, 1972 – 1995
  • Honorary Research Fellow, Royal Holloway University of London, 1980 – 2013
British Academy Emeritus Fellow, Sociology, Demography and Social Statistics, elected in 1986

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Among George’s publications is ‘Humiliation and entrapment among women developing depression. A patient and non-patient comparison’ Psychological Medicine 1995

Well George certainly knows all about that, having worked at the Maudsley with Dafydd and the crew. George will almost certainly have known about Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon. By 1995 the allegations of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire would not go away and it was clear that eventually the Gov’t would be forced to hold some sort of Inquiry, however they rigged it. In the summer of 1995, the world was told that the North Wales Hospital had closed down and that Dafydd had ‘retired’. Neither was true. No-one has ever come clean about which patients remained at Denbigh, but the latest date doing the rounds for the closure of Denbigh is 2002.

It was in the mid-1990s that the Gwerin declared war on Graham Day, a senior sociologist at Bangor, wrongly accusing Graham of discriminating against Welsh speakers when he made appointments. The ‘Guardian’ obligingly published the allegations. The allegations were untrue and at least some people at ‘The Guardian’ knew that the Gang were behind this chaos. Nerys Patterson, who later married Merfyn Jones, who became VC of Bangor University in 2004 and found himself under fire from Gwerin, Gang, Miranda and numerous others because he refused to force me out when I was doing my PhD and had previous re challenging the Gang, was caught in the crossfire and remained forever unforgiven by the Gang. See post ‘Badlands’. Nerys further pissed them off in 1997 when she published an article in ‘Prospect’ magazine and dared mention sexual misconduct towards students at Bangor by some staff. See previous posts.

In 2008 Nerys died when Dafydd’s mates at the Walton Centre found that there was just nothing that they could do tch tch. By the time that Nerys became ill, the war on Merfyn had reached truly impressive proportions with people openly boasting that they would launch the mother of all attacks on him after Nerys was dead because if they did it while she was dying it would make them look bad. I was told that they would ‘blacken’ Merfyn’s name and to do this that would have to make unfounded allegations, their problem being that ‘he hasn’t actually done anything wrong’. Another plan that was discussed was to fit Merfyn up for a criminal offence.

Smearing people, framing them, the Gang resort to the same techniques during every war, I don’t think that they know any other way. Even in 2008, Bangor University was heaving with those who worked there in 1984 when That Girl and her leftie boyfriend complained about Gwynne and Eric Sunderland did that deal with Thatch, Peter Swinnerton-Dyer of the UGC and Carlo that if she and her friends had their careers wrecked, UCNW would be allowed to survive in the face of UGC and Gov’t plans to close it down. See previous posts…

 

Among the many other treasures to be found on the British Academy website along with George is Prof Mary Daly. Mary was elected as a British Academy Fellow, Sociology, Demography and Social Statistics in 2017.

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Mary Daly is Professor of Sociology and Social Policy, University of Oxford; Fellow, Green Templeton College, Oxford. Her interests are: Comparative welfare state studies; social policies and gender inequality; theorisation and measurement of contemporary poverty; family policies within a comparative perspective; social care in contemporary states and societies; European Union social policies.

Dafydd and Gwynne’s Big Mate, the Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne Lord John Walton, was Warden of Green College Oxford (which is now Green Templeton College), 1983-89. Walton won’t have lost interest or influence at Green Templeton College until the day that he died in 2016 and even now it’ll be a case of upholding the old git’s reputation. There is much to lose re John Walton: he was one of the UK’s leading neurologists and neurosurgeons (he knew the lot at the Walton Centre in 2008) and was Chairman of the GMC, 1982-89, when the GMC refused repeatedly to investigate any complaints of mine against Gwynne, Dafydd or other Docs of the Gang. Not that I was told that the GMC Chairman had a huge conflict of interest, I just received the usual insulting letters telling me that there would not even be an preliminary investigation…

In May 1984, Eric Sunderland was appointed the new Principal of UCNW after Sir Charles Evans retired, weeks after Brown and I raised concerns re Gwynne. Eric had spent his career since 1958 at Durham University and before he relocated to Bangor, Eric was a PVC at Durham; the Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne had also spent his entire career at Durham University/Newcastle.

The Bastard was President of the BMA, 1980-82, appointed in the immediate aftermath of Mary Wynch’s illegal imprisonment by Dafydd and her making her way to a high profile lawyer (Ben Birnberg) when she finally got out in 1980. The Bastard had all angles covered, he also was President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86. Walton was Honorary Chairman of the United Kingdom Medical Students’ Association (UKMSA); a very good move, if anyone is going to blow the whistle, it will be a med student, they are idealistic and don’t know what will be coming their way… Walton’s presence will also have duped them that all was basically well, although even the best profession has the rare bad egg…

The Bastard was knighted in 1979, the year in which Mary Wynch languished in Denbigh and bagged his peerage on 24 July 1989, the year that I was offered the job at St George’s, which I now know to have been a trap to get me out of medical research forever.

DATES HERE of Chamberlain’s 1989 papers co-authored with Ollie. See post ‘Too Many Pills’.

In the Lords, in 1992 the Bastard became a member of the Science and Technology Committee, leaving in 1996, returning in 1997 and leaving again in 2001. From 1993-94 the Bastard was Chair of the Medical Ethics Committee. He was Secretary of the Rare Diseases Group from 2009 until his death.

Surely a candidate for ‘Viz’ magazine’s Insincere Smiles feature:

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Prof Patricia Thane was elected a British Academy Fellow in 2006:

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Pat Thane is a well-known historian of the welfare state and writes from a Feminist Stance. I had noticed that Pat Thane doesn’t mention the large scale abuse and mistreatment of vulnerable people at the hands of the modern welfare state and the only time that I met her she did nothing but spit poison about the Men Taking Up All Of These Chairs. There were nonetheless plenty of chairs for Pat and others of us with ovaries, one of which was next to me. Pat frostily ignored my invitation to occupy the said chair and pointedly sat elsewhere. I just presumed that Pat Thane was yet another famous old bag who gave people a hard time, but I’ve since been told that Pat Thane Knew Who I Was…

Here’s the clue to Revolutionary Feminist Pat’s Mysterious Silence:

Pat Thane is Research Professor of Contemporary History, Kings College, London. She was previously Professor of Contemporary History at the University of Sussex, 1994-2001 and Leverhulme Professor of Contemporary British History at the Institute of Historical Research, 2001-2010. She studied History at Oxford. Her PhD was supervised by Brian Abel-Smith at LSE. She is currently writing a history of twentieth century Britain for CUP. She has been a Visiting Professor at Nanjing University, China, and in Australia, Japan, Taiwan, Chile, New York.

Brian Abel-Smith: the Swinger who was a close mate of King of the Swingers Richard Crossman. Abel-Smith was a Gov’t DHSS adviser when the DHSS were knowingly concealing the crimes of Gwynne and Dafydd. Abel-Smith allocated the NHS budget for Wales which was plundered by George Thomas to build his mates the Top Docs of Cardiff the flagship University Hospital, leaving the rest of Wales with sod all. Abel-Smith knew that Thomas had done this but kept schtum, as he kept schtum about the repeated plundering of the NHS budget that Abel-Smith allocated for community care for psych patients. Abel-Smith couldn’t say a word although the mismanagement of billions made him look incompetent; all of them were all concealing the same criminality. Abel-Smith’s silence did mean that Wilson won the 1974 General Election though.

Abel-Smith was never going to be lobotomised and imprisoned in the Denbigh Dungeon, even though he was gay. He had a great time running his Menswear business with his boyfriend, flying to Italy personally to choose the best designs. Abel-Smith numbered Mick Jagger and the Beatles among his customers! I was told by someone On The Scene at the time that the Beatles’ manager and Mick utilised the coerced sex workers provided by Dafydd and Gwynne. See previous posts for info on Abel-Smith, the Beatles, Mick etc…

Whether Pat’s position as the Leverhulme Prof of Contemporary British History at the Institute of Historical Research, 2001-10 (ie. during the aftermath of the Waterhouse Report) was bagged utilising the Fungus Lowe method of Knowing About Philip Lever’s aka Lord Leverhulme’s Collusion With Dafydd and a gang of paedophiles, including Sir Peter Morrison,6

I do not know. See previous posts for info re Philip Lever and his network.

What would us Wimmin do without Feminist Historians such as Pat Thane? Those blokes would never Write Our History!!

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I recently acquired a copy of Isabel Emmett’s 1971 volume, ‘Youth and Leisure in an Urban Sprawl’, Emmett’s study that was commissioned by the Dept of PE at Manchester University. The study raised concerns with regard to girls not Taking Enough Exercise. I can feel the Wind of No Change blowing across the land once more. As discussed in previous posts, Isabel was a social anthropologist from Manchester University who’s colleagues were mates with Bertrand Russell et al, as was Isabel, although she married a man from Croesor. See ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’ and ‘Theatre of the Absurd’. I note that the work for ‘Youth and Leisure in an Urban Sprawl’ was funded by a grant to Manchester University from the Leverhulme Trust in 1965. The Gang’s network bagged Leverhulme dosh. My how things haven’t changed.

 

In 1990 Ursula Owen was appointed Director of the Paul Hamlyn Fund and cultural policy advisor to the Labour Party.T he Fund was established to promote and develop Labour’s cultural policies under the Shadow Arts Minister Mark Fisher in the run-up to the 1992 General Election. In 1993, Ursula became Editor and Chief Executive of Index on Censorship, founded by Stephen Spender in 1972. Under Ursula’s editorship, 1993-2006, Index became a vital source of info on all aspects of free expression for media and human rights organisations throughout the world and won several major awards.

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Ursula is a founder Trustee of Free Word, a centre for literature, literacy and free expression in London. Ursula is on the Board of the South Bank Centre and the English Touring Opera. She has been a governor of Parliament Hill Field School, on the board of the ‘New Statesman’ and the Committee of the Royal Literary Fund.

 

The key person was necessarily the Chairman. I first saw Phillip Whitehead in action at a New Statesman editorial meeting in early 1979. Then a Labour MP, he’d been invited along as an outsider…  Asked for his view of the parliamentary scene, Whitehead said that there would be a vote of no confidence in the Callaghan government, that the nationalists would abstain, that Labour would lose the vote, a General Election would follow and Thatcher would win… Events bore him out and I was suitably impressed. Later he became an acquaintance with whom I lunched…

Soon after Stephenson resigned there was a public meeting at Goldsmiths College at which Alistair Milne, the Director General of the BBC, gave a subtle account of his perspective on television, arguing that editorial freedom should be exercised not for any particular point of view but “on behalf of the public interest as a whole”. The respondent was Phillip Whitehead. Public service broadcasting had a responsibility to “cover the waterfront”, he argued, especially because of the way the press now failed in this task. Very different viewpoints have to be got across. Then he started to talk about Westminster. It was a mistake to think that this now constituted the range of the waterfront. It no longer stood for the actual people: “Parliament is representative of times past”. When I heard Whitehead say that I thought, “this man might actually let me do the Statesman“…

A few days later we bumped into each other at the corner of Charlotte Street and Tottenham Court Road…He said Stephenson now hated Wheen. I praised his Goldmiths speech… I did say that the New Statesman itself had ceased to be representative of what the Left was saying and doing… Whitehead concurred. Both then and indirectly he seemed genuinely open to my candidacy.

Looking back, it may also be that the Goldsmiths meeting had already helped to seal my fate. Hugh Stephenson was there, it was the first time I’d met him since he’d resigned and he looked pale. After the lectures had started Joan Smith and Francis Wheen arrived, and at a break in the proceedings sat down next to me.

Joan Smith, another Feminist Voice who has remained remarkably silent re some of the grossest abuses experienced by women at the hands of the State, worked for ‘The Sunday Times’ in the 1980s when one of my friends was invited to a media graduates careers do with journos from ‘The Sunday Times’ and was offered a job on ‘The Sunday Times’ in return for sexual favours. She said no and was not offered a job on ‘The Sunday Times’. See previous posts for further details of Joan the Fearless Feminist Journo and her inexplicable failure to report a few matters that she definitely knows about.

Suddenly from across the ampitheatre of the large packed lecture-hall, I felt the blazing look of Stephenson, glaring in our direction…Now it seemed like hatred, for I was a companion of the vile Wheen. Indeed, much later, I learnt that he had gone into the office and, after some poisonous gossip, declared that he was willing to stay on as editor if this would save the paper from Barnett!…

Certainly the social, political and cultural forces exist that could give a radical weekly sales of eight to ten per cent of the Guardian… The example of the GLC, and some of the other abolished municipal councils, showed that an enabling socialism, that was feminist and also genuinely tried to support minorities, could be popular in a new fashion for the Left.

The GLC and many other of the municipal councils which were abolished by Thatch enabled socialism by sending hundreds of kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales and ignored all complaints of the most serious abuse. Thatch’s Gov’t knew exactly what was happening because Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates charged huge sums of money for those places in children’s homes and millions was being siphoned off from local authority budgets into the pockets of John Allen et al. Allen et al became millionaires at a time when millionaires were not as usual as they were in later years. This was the real cause of the financial problems experienced by those councils, rather than Red Ken holding a picnic on the day of the Royal Wedding, funding workshops for disabled lesbian single parents or teaching kids to sing Baa Baa Green Sheep, no matter what the Daily Mail alleged.

I have published some sharp criticism of the oppressive pretentiousness and opportunism that flourished on GLC cash…

But not a word about the children’s homes in north Wales.

The point is, however, that what happened in London showed that a city socialism which was not bureaucratic could be both creative and successful, for all its faults. Its decisive novelty was precisely its break from Labourism – from the heavy loyalty that places party and union card before talent and ideas, and even needs. At its best the new municipal socialism put together a political and cultural alliance that alone is a model for a weekly.

Well some people had a great time.

No, just victims of Dafydd and Gwynne, but Pat won’t mention that.

At the same time, nationally, CND has logged up to 90,000 members and locally some hundreds of thousands more are affiliated to it… Channel 4, though itself far from left-wing, has demonstrated the energy and diversity of radical arguments. Higher education is mainly liberal-conservative, but it has seen a considerable maturing of socialist and left-wing thought and research.

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The schoolteachers – who are crucial for the New Statesman’s sales – have been locked in a fantastically difficult and interesting dispute with the State.

Gwynedd and Clwyd Education Authorities were fully on board with the Gang, as were the institutions training teachers eg. UCNW, Bangor Normal College, Cartrefle College. Some reps of teaching unions in north Wales eg. Lord Baz Jones built political careers on the backs of representing a profession who en masse knew about the en masse organised abuse of kids. Those at the very top of teaching unions nationally knew what was happening in north Wales and in other parts of the UK. They also knew that SEN kids in particular were being targeted by predators. I don’t think that teaching was anywhere near as culpable as medicine, social work or law, but there was much ignoring what was staring them in the face or excusing it by blaming the kids.

Only eighteen months ago the miners strike demonstrated a strength of support for a militant stand against the government, a strength whose temper is nowhere reflected in the national media.

The miners were smashed by Thatch in a pre-planned assault – it had been planned before the 1979 victory – and the success of the strategy was predicated on the silencing of opponents re their collusion or involvement with the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See ‘Holding The Country To Ransom- Part I’ and ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part II’. The big rings were in Wales, Yorkshire and the North East. Coal mining communities. The Left could have finished Thatch off if they had supported my friends and I; the big name in the north Wales ring was Sir Peter Morrison, Thatch’s personal friend who’s sister Dame Mary Morrison was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet.

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Oh you’d have all done anything to get rid of Thatch but ooh it was so difficult, just as it is so difficult gaining evidence of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Obviously it is if witnesses are being murdered and everyone ignores it.

We tripped over Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist as the miners’ strike became incredibly bloody and Brown was part of a research team investigating the reporting of the dispute by the media based in Castleford, Yorkshire. We were right on the scene and gaining evidence but the Labour Party’s plan was to shaft us instead, because so many of them were so closely associated with the Gang.

So right after Stephenson resigned there was a discreet gathering at Salman Rushdie’s. It included James Curran, who had created New Socialist from scratch; Angela Carter; Marina Warner; and Mike Rustin. Neal Ascherson, Hugh Brady, Mary Kaldor and others were unable to come at such short notice, but were helpful on the phone… 

Dr Cathy Wilson, High Society fuckwit and Geoffrey Chamberlain’s pal at St George’s knew and hung out with Salman Rushdie and Angela Carter.

“Kinnock’s office will do everything possible to stop Barnett”, [James Curran] warned…“Don’t peak too early” warned Rushdie. So Curran had a talk with Whitehead and told him that some writers were behind Barnett and were thinking of going public. Under no conditions should anything so perilous be risked, Whitehead pleaded. He “really understood” the situation, but such publicity could only be damaging… Curran accepted this and congratulated me on my caution. Afterwards he deeply regretted – indeed he was choked by – our failure to act on iconoclastic lines, and to involve those on the Left, from theatre and television to academia and ecology, in a real campaign to change the paper’s character and role..

Six of us were shortlisted for interviews on Monday 23 June…

The first interview went very well. But I was not recommended by the committee… a campaign was led against me by Sarah Benton, the paper’s deputy-editor. She had already resigned as deputy editor in despair, after Stephenson had refused to allow her to take the paper over. Now he had resigned, she wanted to return to being deputy-editor. But (it seems) she had no intention of working with me…

There was a more important centre of resistance to my appointment which also sought John Lloyd’s endorsement: Kinnock’s office. I had tried to mollify his hostility. At the CND ‘coming out’ party I had even asked Bruce Kent to “make peace” between us, and he arranged for Kinnock to shake me by the hand whereupon I told him that I looked forward to meeting him in Downing Street. He gave me one of his famous winks.

Just how lame is Anthony Barrett? Asking Bruce Kent to arrange a handshake with the Windbag? Alun Davies used to wink at people when the crooked old bastard was confronted in public with evidence that he could not deny. Davies came from the Rhondda and I was always entertained by his physical resemblance to the Windbag and his similar mannerisms and lack of brain.

The Observer reported that Kinnock was personally involved in lobbying for Lloyd, and Lloyd himself told Newsnight on the evening of his appointment that the Labour Party had helped him after he had applied. Some say that Roy Hattersley was also on the blower. Certainly he used his column in Punch to announce that “Mr Lloyd deserves all the help he can get”…

I really must find out about Mr Lloyd, the man by whom the Windbag and Fattersley were so wowed.

At the same staff meeting the Statesman‘s political editor Peter Kellner announced that he would resign if I got the job… I was unaware of the strength of the opposition. Perhaps because it seemed so obvious to me that appointing an editor indebted to the Leader’s office would hardly be applying the kiss of independence to a dying paper…

I felt confident. My reasoning was as follows: the New Statesman was in terminal decline.

As were the Windbag and Fattersley.

I rehearsed going through it at Rushdie’s on the Wednesday evening. Joan Smith and Francis Wheen were there (I had not presumed they were my supporters before as Smith had considered applying for the editorship herself.)…

So when I went into the interview the next afternoon I began by saying that I wanted to show the Board what I thought the paper should be like… The interest was minimal, the jokes fell quite flat. I pointed to the headline of an article John Berger had already sent me, to wish me luck. Nothing stirred. There was a piece on Red Wedge, I told them, as I felt the hostility. 

Previous posts have discussed the sad farce that was Red Wedge, a collection of rockers who backed the Windbag. Red Wedge were spectacularly ineffective and succeeded in making the Windbag look sillier than ever. Many of those in Red Wedge had backgrounds that had brought them into contact with the Gang’s network as discussed in previous posts. One person I haven’t mentioned yet is Mick Hucknall, the unlikely star who memorably used to appear on saccharinous daytime TV stoned out of his head. Mick came from Manchester and I have been told that his rise to stardom had something to do with the ring in Manchester affiliated to the Gang.

Lloyd himself…was made ‘journalist of the year’ for his coverage of the Miners’ Strike in the Financial  Times. Summing up the lessons of the strike in his Fabian pamphlet he concludes that there is “no evidence” that Thatcher or MacGregor fixed it for there to be a conflict.

There’s plenty of evidence. Nicholas Ridley and other Tories admitted that was what they did.

Lloyd endorses what he terms “the commonsense view” that neither the Government nor the Coal Board “had any interest in promoting a strike”. Such common sense deserves more than a prize, it is worth if not a knighthood then at least an MBE. We know that Thatcher told Peter Walker when she made him Minister for Energy in 1983: “Peter, we are going to have a miners’ strike”. Ian McGregor has confirmed that the only major policy problem was over its timing. Did all this pass by the Labour Correspondent of the Financial Times?

Or consider Lloyd’s lengthy argument in a recent issue of Marxism Today, where he concluded that the “only” alternative to the Scargill approach is a Hammond style US trade unionism (the sort that keeps Rupert Murdoch in business). From the beginning I opposed Scargill’s rejection of a ballot in ‘Islander’. But it’s intolerable to be told that such realism about Scargill dictates embracing Hammond. For what is the function of arguments such as this and the “common sense” view of the miner’s strike? In effect it is to blame the Left not only for its own failings, but also for the sins of the Right.

I made lots of phone calls to people who’d supported me. Rushdie, Smith and Wheen, who were at a Faber and Faber party, telephoned, protesting at the outcome…

I didn’t slow down for a week, however, until I went to see Peter Preston at the Guardian

Preston was yet another big media name on board with the Gang as discussed in previous posts. Preston grew up in Leicestershire on the site of the ring linked to the Gang and was a graduate of St John’s College, Oxford, as was Edward du Cann, Kingsley Amis, Philip Larkin, all of whom were part of the Gang’s network. One of Dafydd and Gwynne’s greatest allies in Whitehall, the corrupt Civil Servant Sir Idwal Pugh, who’s family came from near Cwm Croesor and who grew up in George Thomas HQ in the valleys, went to St John’s College, Oxford. Pugh loyally concealed the crime when he was Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office when George Thomas was Secretary of State; when he served as Second Permanent Secretary in the Dept of the Environment in the early 1970s when Peter Walker was Heath’s Secretary of State that Dept; and in his capacity as the Parliamentary Ombudsman and Health Services Commissioner, 1976-78. Pugh really pushed the boat out, no complaints about any matters were ever investigated except for a few carefully planted ones to reassure everyone that the System Was Effective.

Pugh continued his loyal service to Dafydd and Gwynne after stepping down from the post of Ombudsman in 1978, when Pugh embarked upon his career in the City a Director of Standard Chartered Bank and the Halifax Building Society. Pugh also became Chairman of the Hodge Group and Hodge Finance, founded by his friend – and George Thomas’s friend – Julian Hodge. Pugh was Chairman of the Development Corporation for Wales, 1980-83 and the President of the Cardiff Business Club, 1991-98.

Pugh also assumed academic posts, serving as Chairman of the Royal Northern College of Music 1988-92 and President of Coleg Harlech, 1990-98. Pugh was made an honorary Fellow of St John’s College, Oxford and he moved from Cardiff and Oxford.

Idwal went to Cowbridge Grammar School, as did Geoffrey Chamberlain.

Miranda is of course an alumni of St John’s College, Oxford.

Idwal was a Calvinistic Methodist who believed that God was Welsh. No doubt God was a friend of Gwynne and Dafydd’s as well. For the full gen on Idwal and how he touched my own life in his capacity as a Director of the Halifax, see post ‘The Naked Civil Servants’.

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Peter Preston started his career at the Liverpool Daily Post – a newspaper dominated by the Gang’s mycelia – in 1959 and joined ‘The Guardian’ (then the Manchester Guardian) in 1963. Preston served as Editor of ‘The Guardian’, 1975-95 and knew a great deal about the malicious attack on Graham Day, a man who dared challenge a gang of paedophiles.

Preston was a member of the Scott Trust (owner of The Guardian and Observer), 1979-2003, Chairman of the International Press Institute from 1995 to 1997 and Chairman of the Association of British Press Editors.

Preston’s son, Ben Preston, is a former Deputy Editor of ‘The Times’ and ‘Radio Times’ and is Executive Editor of ‘The Sunday Times’.

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

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Uncle Harry’s friends who have been forced to become tax exiles:

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‘Peter Preston]…called someone with relevant experience and suggested he gave me some help….

When I told Tom Nairn that I’d been rejected he sighed with friendly relief on the phone and said, “I’d have had to revise all my ideas about the old hegemony, if you’d got it”…

Bruce Kent’s march goes unreported, the GLC experiment is crushed, constitutional reform is left to the Alliance, feminism is re-marginalized. Entire sections of the waterfront, to borrow a phrase, remain without a voice. Occasionally they are allowed a say, but within a context that is fundamentally ‘responsible’ and receives the approval of Roy Hattersley. Timidity reigns. But it shouldn’t, especially not on the Left, which needs and deserves papers that “combine the best of both worlds”.

This bunch of poseurs got away with murder. Literally.

it should be self-evident to the country’s main socialist paper that while the Right is in power it does not hold the high ground in the argument. If it is not obvious it is because, imaginatively speaking, the magazine inhabits the wrong side of the gap.

Anthony Barnett,
July-August, 1986.

Anthony Barnett was one of many who abandoned a lot of vulnerable people and anyone who defended them to a sharks with habits unimaginable to most people. His piece has the ring of an extended ‘We Didn’t Know’ about it.

The ‘New Statesman’ published Barnett’s 1986 wail in 2013. The year after Tony Francis killed himself, as Operation Pallial began mounting prosecutions against some of the bottom feeders in the Gang who were now elderly men and soon after Brown and I published our book on Individualism and Health Policy in which we discussed north Wales quite extensively and it was known that we intended to publish more re north Wales. By 2013 I had (unsuccessfully) applied for a British Academy grant to fund my fieldwork for a planned socio-historical study of Croesor; Merfyn had been the referee for the application. I have been told that the Gang and their network went into overdrive. See previous posts.

Don’t worry Prof Thane, I did the fieldwork anyway, unfunded, I don’t let myself be hindered if I can possibly help it.

Whatever Anthony Barrett’s role in Brown and I coming under attack by members of the security services close to the ‘New Statesman’, it is interesting to read his account that provides some of the names of those involved. I wonder why the Windbag thought that some of the nation’s most disadvantaged people should die in order to allow him to become PM? It’s not even as if the Windbag would have known how to do such a job. Previous posts have discussed the friendship of Glenys’s parents with Lord Cledwyn, the MP for Anglesey, 1951-79 and George Thomas’s boss at the Welsh Office, 1966-68, but one’s father-in-law being a friend of a bunch of sex offenders still doesn’t explain it.

Take this blog as a substitute kick in Lord Cledwyn’s knackers from my Tory activist grandfather and father Windbag you big twat. Not on the grounds of political difference, but on the grounds that what you all resorted to was so utterly disgusting. George Thomas did not have the right to rape 10 year old boys even if he was friends with Glenys’s dad, my father should not have been bankrupted by Maurice Macmillan and I should not have been targeted by Edward du Cann et al when I was 12 because my grandfather had denounced du Cann as a crook before it was demonstrated that du Cann was indeed a crook. See ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’. It is highly likely that du Cann knew Idwal Pugh, the two crooks won’t have not noticed that they had mutual interests.

 

Phillip Whitehead, (30 May 1937-31 December 2005). Born in Matlock Bath, Derbyshire, Whitehead was adopted by a local family in Rowsley and attended Lady Manners School in Bakewell and then Exeter College, Oxford University. Whitehead went up to Oxford following in his adoptive parents’ footsteps as a Conservative. He was President of the Oxford University Conservative Association and the Oxford Union in 1961. However, by the end of Whitehead’s time at Oxford, he had convinced himself that his true place was in the Labour Party.

Whitehead was an independent documentary producer in the early 1960s and later an editor with the BBC and ITV, 1967-70. After standing unsuccessfully as the Labour candidate for West Derbyshire in 1966, Whitehead was elected for Derby North in 1970 and retained the seat until1983. He tried to win back the seat in 1987, but was beaten once again.

The ring in Derbyshire exchanged children’s home staff with John Allen and the Gang in north Wales, which might have been why it was John Jillings, the former Director of Derbyshire Social Services who was appointed to Chair the investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council from 1974-94. Jillings was famously so damning that when he completed his Report in 1996, it was only ever made available to the Council’s lawyers and insurers and then pulped, but there were numerous allegations that Jillings hadn’t dared admit the extent of what had gone on. Jillings always refused to comment on whether the abuse in Clwyd was part of a much wider paedophile ring. See post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’

Philip Whitehead was a member of several Parliamentary Committees:

After his 1983 General Election defeat, Whitehead returned to working as a TV producer and director. He was also author of several books derived, with the exception of his Fabian essays, from the TV series that he produced:

  • The Writing On The Wall: Britain in the Seventies (London: Michael Joseph, 1985);
  • Dynasty: The Nehrus and the Gandhis (1997; with Jad Adams)
  • contributor to Changing States, Fabian Essays, Ruling Dimension
  • The Windsors – A Dynasty Revealed 1917–2000 (2000; with Piers Brendon; original 1994)
  • Stalin, a Time for Judgement

Whitehead was a Labour MEP from 1994 to his death in 2005, first serving as MEP for Staffordshire East and Derby and later as one of the MEPs for the East Midlands. There was a ring in Staffordshire linked to rings elsewhere including in north Wales and of the East Midlands covers Leicester and Nottingham, sites of organised abuse linked with the Gang.

On 23 July 2004 Philip Whitehead was elected Chair of the Parliamentary Committee on the Internal Market and Consumer Protection. He was also member of the European Parliament’s African, Caribbean and Pacific Joint Parliamentary Assembly and Chair of the European Parliamentary Labour Party.

A list of EP committees of which Whitehead was a member:

Other professional memberships held by Whitehead:

Whitehead retained a close association with Derbyshire, especially the Bakewell area, throughout his life. He was taken ill on 31 December 2005 and died later that evening in a hospital in Chesterfield from a heart attack aged 68.

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In Oct 2005 Brown’s mum had been found suddenly and unexpectedly dead.

By Dec 2005 I had not long finished my PhD and the Gang were in pursuit of Merfyn. It was in the summer of 2005 that my lawyers finally managed to acquire most of my medical records, after Keith Thomson, the Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust, was threatened with imprisonment by the High Court in Cardiff for unlawfully refusing to hand them over. Thomson resigned hours later, his resignation was reported by the north Wales media as a retirement but what was not made public was that Dr Brian Gibbons, the Welsh Gov’t Health Minister, shortly after appointed Thomson as CEO of the NHS Trust covering Pembrokeshire and West Wales. Gibbons had previously refused to investigate my complaints and when I told him that I had documentary evidence of serious crime on the part of the NW Wales NHS Trust, he replied telling me that ‘this correspondence is at an end’. Seee previous posts.

The Gang’s reaction after I received my files varied from even more naked aggression than ever to Angels and others who had previously perjured themselves in an attempt to have me imprisoned greeting me as though I was their oldest friend. Dr Mike Jackson, a clinical psychologist employed by the NW Wales NHS Trust who had relocated to Bangor in the late 1980s after having worked with the Gang’s partner ring in Oxford (see post ‘The Wizard War’), who had known for years what was happening to me but quietly ignored it, tried to establish diplomatic relations with me and commented that the situation was ‘a mess’. It was a mess from which you lot could not extract yourselves Mike and the Gang having me wrongly arrested repeatedly yet again, coming after me with guns and trying to run Brown and I off the road at speed was not going to make it any less of a mess.

 

Tony Benn served as the MP for Chesterfield, 1984-2001. Previous posts have explained how after Benn lost his Bristol seat in 1983, he was selected as the candidate for Chesterfield when Eric Varley decided to conveniently stood down as MP for Chesterfield, a constituency that he had represented since 1964, after being made an offer that he couldn’t and didn’t refuse, to become Chair of Coalite plc. Thus just when Wedgie Benn was in search of a safe Labour seat, Chesterfield waved at him. Benn was welcomed with open arms and won the seat on 1 March 1984. Footie stood down as Labour Leader on 2 Oct 1983 after the Gen Elec defeat on 9 June 1983. Tony Benn was out of the Commons between 9 June 1983 and 1 March 1984.

In 1983 the Gang were in need of help; Benn had known about Dafydd and Gwynne et al for decades from multiple sources  and was fully on board with the cover-up. NUPE, the union which represented numerous social workers and social work managers including those accused and even found guilty of offences against children/vulnerable people – the one social worker whom NUPE refused to support was Alison Taylor – backed Benn when he challenged Healey for the Deputy Leadership of Labour Party, that ballot being held on 27 Sept 1981, just as I arrived at UCNW for Freshers’ Week. Tony Benn had a very cosy relationship with the Top Docs at Tommy’s, they loved each other and Benn’s wife Caroline considered education to be her forte and was mates with the Gang’s network vis her work in that domain, including at ILEA, who were sending kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales. See previous posts for details of the many connections between the Benns and the Gang’s network.

When Benn was elected for Chesterfield, I had think that I had only just encountered Gwynne (or it might have been days after Benn was elected); Brown and I had might have raised our concerns verbally by then, but we had not made the first formal complaint.

Eric Varley grew up in Derbyshire and had an NUM background. Peter Walker was appointed Energy Secretary on 11 June 1983 by Thatch, in order to handle the clash with the NUM that Thatch knew would happen because her Gov’t were orchestrating it to kick off at a time of their choosing. See post ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part I’. Peter Walker was a long-standing member of the Gang, he was the Gang’s man with the City connections, including to Nigel Lawson. Walker went back as far as the 1950s with Dafydd and Gwynne. Walker was also a former business partner of Jim Slater, the crooked business partner/friend of Edward du Cann. After Walker had successfully used his contacts with/knowledge of the Gang and their supporters and defeated the NUM, Walker served as Thatch’s Secretary of state for Wales, 13 June 1987-4 May 1990. See post ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part II’. Just look what the Gang was doing when Walker was in post. See eg. ‘Hey, Hey, DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’

Nicholas Eden, son of former PM Anthony – who was PM when Gwynne was in his heyday – was a junior Minister in the Dept of Energy, 6 January 1983-11 September 1984, for most of that time under Peter Walker; then Nicholas served as a junior Minister in the Dept of the Environment, under Secretary of State Patrick Jenkin, a pal of Ronnie Waterhouse, 11 September 1984-27 March 1985. Nicholas died from AIDS on 17 Aug 1985. The Gang knew that Nicholas was dying from AIDS; Nicholas Eden became infected with HIV at an early stage in the ‘Gay Plague’ of the 1980s. See previous posts.

The machinations designed to ensure that Wedgie Benn ended up representing Chesterfield must have begun at some point in 1983; the Gang were after Brown and I by then, Brown had received death threats and we had been targeted by the security services via the ‘New Statesman’ small ads, but I hadn’t yet encountered Gwynne.

Varley had led Healey’s campaign for the Labour Party leadership in 1980. Varley had served as Opposition Spokesman on Employment and resisted an attempt by Footie to replace him with the Windbag (whom he disliked) in 1982. After the Windbag’s election as Labour Party Leader on 2 Oct 1983 – by which time D.G.E. Wood was busy in my direction and had begun telling Brown and me that he wanted a ‘second opinion’ re me, although Gwynne’s name had not yet been mentioned – Varley announced that he would retire from Parliament at the next General Election. He was appointed as Chairman of Coalite plc before that happened and resigned his seat in January 1984.

Tony Benn remained schtum about the Gang until he died. After Benn had left the Commons, I wrote to him about the mistreatment of Empowered Service Users in north Wales. He sent me a one line reply telling me that mental health was not his area. I had been advised to write to him by someone who was related to a disability campaigner who told me that Tony Benn was excellent on disability…

Benn remained in the Commons until the year after the Waterhouse Report was published.

Some Interesting Facts re Varley and Gerald Kaufperson:

Eric Varley was a student at Ruskin College in the 1950s. Ruskin educated many in the Labour movement who colluded with the Gang and the Westminster Paedophile Ring, as well as some who were actively involved. In 1965, Peter Howarth received the qualification from Ruskin that he was studying for when he met Matt Arnold, who was his tutor at Ruskin, there. Arnold and Howarth worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead after Howarth ‘qualified’. In the spring of 1973, Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn; he appointed Howarth to a job at Bryn Estyn in Nov 1973. In July 1994, Howarth was jailed for 10 years for a series of sexual assaults on boys in care in north Wales. Matt Arnold died ‘from an unspecified blood disease’ on June 9 1994, four days before Howarth’s trial opened at Chester Crown Court. There had been complaints about Howarth abusing boys at Axwell Park, but Ernest Armstrong, the Labour MP for North West Durham, 1964-87. Ernest was the man who assisted Miranda in bagging that safe Sedgefield seat on 9 June 1983. Ernest had concealed the abuse of boys at Axwell Park in the 1960s when he was Chair of Sunderland’s Education Committee and as an MP. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

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Ernest served as Minister of State for Education and Science, 1974-75, under the eccentric Reg Prentice. Lord Reg was an LSE graduate who was the Labour MP for East Ham North and then Newham North East, 1957-74, who crossed the floor and joined the Tories in 1977, subsequently serving as the Tory MP for Daventry, 1979-87. Lord Reg ended up as bosom buddies with some of the Tories who were close mates of the Gang, including those friends of Peter Morrison’s family in Wiltshire. Lord Reg was appointed Thatch’s Minister for the Disabled in the DHSS when she became PM.

Reg crossed the floor in 1977, the year that it all began to unravel for Mr Thrope and distress flares were being sent up.

Dafydd’s partner gang operated in Newham and when the former kids in care began dying of AIDS in the 1980s, Newham found itself looked upon very favourably for the huge investment programme that led to the development of Canary Wharf. See post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’.

Reg was knighted in 1987, which as well as being the year in which the Gang hatched their Cunning Plan to have me framed and imprisoned for a serious offence which was supposed to have resulted in me being under lock and key within five weeks of Thatch’s being re-elected in June 1987 (see eg. ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did you Kill Today?’) was the year in which Ollie Brooke was released from prison early and of course 1987 is taken to be the year when the Gay Plague really took off in the UK and Gov’t realised that this was going to be serious. It was Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Sir Donald Acheson, Chief Medical Officer, 1984-91, who explained slowly to Thatch in words of one syllable that this killed people, there was no cure, not even if you Went Private and people who were having sex with rent boys who might just happen to be known to her would die. See post ‘Professor Prestigious and His Associates’. Thus Norman Fowler and Thatch agreed to the public health campaign ‘Don’t Die Of Ignorance’ although poor old Thatch was appalled when she heard that references to the ‘back passage’ and even ‘anus’ would have to be made, as discussed in previous posts.

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Thanks Gwynne, the global capitalists had a party!

In Training:

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A few matters re Donald Acheson that are worth highlighting:

Acheson was born in Belfast, the son of a Top Doc. Acheson knew something about Kincora.

As a young Top Doc, Acheson trained at the Middlesex Hospital, as did Gwynne. Previous posts have discussed in detail the numerous links that the Middlesex had with the Royal Family; the Earl of Athlone (Queen Mary’s brother) was the Chairman of the Middlesex for decades and Sir William Gilliatt, the Royal Doc who delivered Carlo and Princess Anne worked at the Middlesex. William’s son Roger Gilliatt, friend of Lord Snowdon and Snowdon’s best man when Snowdon married Ma’am Darling, trained at the Middlesex. In 1963 Acheson was Professor of Clinical Epidemiology at Southampton University and Honorary Consultant Physician at the Royal South Hampshire Hospital; he held both positions until 1983. In 1968 Acheson became the first Dean of the new Medical School at Southampton University serving in that capacity until 1978.

So Acheson was a leading light in medicine in Hampshire when I lived there for those few years in the 1960s down the road from Lord Denning. Denning’s brother, Vice-Admiral Sir Norman Denning, Director of Naval Intelligence, 1960-64 and Deputy Chief of Intelligence Staff, 1964-65, also lived nearby. Previous posts and comments have discussed the farm workers in Overton who would have nothing to do with Top Docs or other authorities.

Acheson succeeded as CMO in 1984 but the appointment was made in 1983. I have been told that Acheson was appointed at least partly because of his links to people past and present who knew me. Acheson was appointed CMO in the aftermath of Mary Wynch’s unlawful imprisonment; Mary was on her way to the Master of the Rolls and the Top Docs knew that they could be in serious trouble here.

Another plus for Acheson re assisting his old pals Gwynne and Dafydd was the presence of Dr Nicky Heinersdorff as a GP in Bethesda. Heinersdorff trained at Southampton University when Acheson was Dean of Medicine there. I have in my possession written evidence demonstrating that Heinersdorff concealed organised child abuse, knew that some of her Top Doc colleagues were sexually assaulting patients and that Dr H was knowingly referring patients to those docs and lying to patients to achieve this if they refused referrals. Dr H also knew about the framing and imprisonment of Patient F by the Gang; she was a personal friend of some of those involved in the conspiracy. Because so many victims of the Gang lived in the same village as Dr H or were registered with her practice, the amount of serious criminality that she was colluding with was seriously impressive.

 

Reg Prentice hit the jackpot in Jan 1992 when he became a life peer. There was a flush of peerages in April 1992, after the General Election which was followed days later by the firebomb in Brighton that killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘the Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’), but Reg got in before the rush.

 

As a junior barrister, Miranda had lived in Wandsworth where he shared a flat with Charlie Falconer. Miranda was a pupil of George Carman QC, the bent, violent, alcoholic barrister who concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring, Jimmy Savile and who knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. Carman worked in Chambers in Manchester on the Northern Circuit until he successfully defended Mr Thrope, after which he moved south to London. Geraint Morgan QC, the Tory MP for Denbigh, 1959-83, also worked in Chambers in Manchester and was known to not play a very big role in the Commons because of the time that he dedicated to his legal practice. See ‘Cymro 007’.

Eric Varley was appointed PPS to Harold Wilson in Nov 1968. Gerald Kaufperson was one of those who was closest to Wilson and part of Wilson’s informal ‘kitchen cabinet’. In Richard Crossman’s ‘Diaries’ covering 1968-70, the years when Crossman was Secretary at the DHSS and concealing the crimes of the Gang, Crossman remarks upon Kaufperson’s very close relationship with Wilson.

On 30 May 1990 Eric Varley became Baron Varley. My post ‘The Bitterest Pill’ provides details of the three High Court cases that the Gang brought against me in 1990 in an attempt to have me imprisoned, all of them involving extensive perjury on the part of members of the Gang employed by Gwynedd Social Services and Gwynedd Health Authority. The cases also involved numerous lawyers and High Court judges ignoring documentary evidence of the most serious abuses of Empowered Service Users and other crimes. The first case, in Feb 1990, was heard at Leeds High Court on the Norther Circuit, although everyone involved lived in Gwynedd. The second case was heard in the High Court in Cardiff and took place in May 1990. The crooked Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park played a substantial role in that particular case, encouraging sleight of hand and perjury. The Presiding Judge was Sir Malcolm Pill – later Lord Justice Pill – who grew up in Cardiff, was very well-networked with the Gang and was a graduate of Trinity College, Cambridge.

It was in 1990 that a police investigation into the sex abuse ring in Leicestershire – that in Nov 1991 resulted in the jailing of social worker Frank Beck on numerous counts of the sexual and physical assault of kids in care – led to Greville Janner being interviewed by the police. Janner’s solicitor Sir David Napley – who had acted for Mr Thrope in 1978/79 -was so sure that Janner would be charged that Napley retained George Carman…

In 1983 Frank Beck was elected a Liberal Councillor for Blaby, Nigel Lawson’s constituency. Frank was re-elected in 1987. In 1987/88, Dr James Earp, a forensic psych in Leicester concealed the criminality of the Gang when he was asked to provide an Expert Opinion for Bangor Magistrates’ Court re me. I had no idea that the ring in Leicester and the Gang were linked at the time, but I while Earp was chatting to me, he let slip that he went to the town of Denbigh once and when he stopped to ask directions, he was surprised to find that the person whom he asked couldn’t speak English well enough to answer. Denbigh has a castle that tourists can visit, but it’s not a castle like Harlech that draws the crowds. There is a much more likely reason for Earp having visited Denbigh and that it that he went there to see Gwynne or Dafydd or someone similar. Furthermore, one can’t get lost in the town of Denbigh, it is a nice little town with everything there and even the castle is signposted. Everyone however gets lost on their way to the North Wales Hospital, because it is outside of the town, well-concealed and there were/are no signposts to it.

I was living in Leicester with Brown in 1987 when Tony Francis obtained an ex part High Court injunction against me maintaining that I presented a serious danger to him. Francis perjured himself and the MDU and Hempsons, the MDU solicitors who acted for Francis, knew this. In July 1987 Jeffrey Archer won his libel case against the Daily Star after doing a How Very Dare You at the suggestion that he had sex with a prostitute. That trial would have been known to be on the horizon when Dafydd had me wrongfully arrested and illegally imprisoned in Dec 1986.

On 19 July 2001 Tuppence was convicted of perjury and perverting the course of justice and received a prison sentence, having lied in his evidence at the 1987 trial. Tuppence’s wife the Fragrant Lady Mary perjured herself in 1987 as well but curiously nothing was said about that. Monica, the sex worker at the centre of the allegations, gave evidence at the 1987 trial and was due to give evidence at Tuppence’s 2001 trial. She was killed as a result of a road accident just weeks before the trial.

When I finally obtained copies of my medical records, the many letters of complaint that I had sent had been lovingly preserved, as had many communications that I’d sent other people who had reassured me that they knew that Dafydd was a problem so I could always consult them… Indeed even an application of mine for a Research Fellowship with a Prof of Oncology turned up in those records. In one letter I had made a reference to Tuppence’s trial and quoted one of the witnesses who gave evidence against Tuppence. I didn’t in any way link Tuppence or the witness to the Gang, I was as usual just taking the piss. An unknown hand had carefully underlined every reference that I had made to the witness who gave evidence against Tuppence.

All of my letters had been passed to an unknown number of lawyers for scrutiny, including Andrew Park, the crooked Welsh Officer lawyer who encouraged members of the Gang to perjure themselves and was co-ordinating the Cunning Plan between Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities and Gwynedd County Council/Social Services to have me banged up.

See post ‘Tuppence and His Fragrant Wife’ for further details, including Tuppence’s early life in Somerset and his connections with the Gang’s network.

 

In July 1990, two months after Eric Varley became Baron Varley, the Gang took me to Court in Chester where they requested my imprisonment for breaching the injunction that they had obtained against me at Leeds High Court on the basis of their perjury. The Gang told so many lies about so many matters that 15 charges against me were thrown out immediately. Not only did Justice John Roch not ask any questions about the industrial scale perjury, but Roch asked the Gang’s barrister if they would like extra time to re-write their statements. She was a posh older woman barrister and turned down that opportunity; I can only presume that it was because if they had taken up Roch’s generous offer, someone might have smelt an ever bigger rat.

In previous posts eg. ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’ and ‘The Bitterest Pill’, I explain that the Court case at Chester was extra stressful because my barrister, Suzanne Evans, arrived so late that she didn’t have time to meet me properly before the case. She had been sent to the wrong Court. The Court and indeed the judge had been changed shortly before the hearing and no-one told Suzanne.

Years later when my lawyers finally obtained my files, I found much documentation relating to that case, including handwritten instructions from Ron Evans, the crooked solicitor who worked for Gwynedd County Council, explaining to the four perjurers from Gwynedd Social Services/Health Authority, that the venue for the case had been changed and telling them exactly where the new venue was and how to get there. Ron had provided these instructions by means of a handwritten note added to a formal letter with details of the outdated venue. That letter had been CC’d to others, but Ron’s handwritten addition hadn’t. Good thinking Ron, Suzanne Evans etc remained ignorant but the four perjurers didn’t!

My files also contained high quality forged documents compiled by Ron as well as evidence demonstrating that Ron knew that the perjurers had not seen their affidavits before they arrived at Court on the morning of the trial So how they managed to swear and sign them days previously I do not know. Perhaps Ron, Keith Fearns, Maggie Fookes, Jackie Brandt or Slob Ingham would like to tell us. Or Lucille Hughes, who was exchanging memos with Ron about the whole matter. Can Ron also tell us who that particular Clerk of the Court at Chester was whom Ron told the perjurers would be waiting for them when they arrived and would show them their affidavits before the case, thus giving the perjurers time to ‘familiarise themselves’ with the affidavits that somebody else had written and signed for them a few days before?

My usual solicitor from Bangor, Alwyn Jones, was most unusually not available for the Chester case, although Alwyn told me that he was keen to handle the case. He was called away and his junior Meleri Tudur came with me to Chester instead. I did appreciate Meleri doing that, but like Suzanne Evans, Meleri watched the extraordinary events in Court, knew that Suzanne had been sent to the wrong Court, witnessed the industrial scale perjury, witnessed Justice Roch shouting at Suzanne Evans when he was forced to throw all those charges out rather than shouting at the perjurers and said nothing about it. Ever.

Last week the Daily Post reported on Bangor University’s graduation ceremony. It mentioned that Meleri Tudur, Deputy President of the Health Education and Social Care Chamber of the First-tier tribunal, has been made an Honorary Fellow of Bangor University. It is definitely the same Meleri.

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I blogged in detail about Meleri witnessing the perjury at Chester some months ago…

At the time of the Chester case, Alwyn was married to a solicitor who worked for Gwynedd County Council. His father-in-law was a retired policeman and a Freemason in a lodge in the Bangor area. Meleri was the first person who told me that Bangor University had its own lodge, although I did hear that again years later from a Bangor academic who was very uncomfortable with practices in that University lodge and how he had been treated when he refused to join. I was also told that the young adult offspring of a member of the Bangor University lodge was stopped by the police in Gwynedd for a driving offence with mates in the car and the mates noted that when the policeman realised what the young man’s surname was, it was a case of Mind How You Go Sir, Sorry To Trouble You…

Meleri’s father and I think her brother as well were/are Nonconformist Ministers. They are a Welsh speaking family from either mid or north Wales and like Alwyn, Meleri is an Aber graduate. Meleri’s sister has served a prison sentence for Welsh language activism.

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Graham Upton is the VC of Bangor University at present.

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Suzanne Evans ending up in the wrong court and saying nothing as she witnessed impressive amounts of perjury and Justice Roch ignoring it and turning on her instead didn’t do Suzanne any harm either, she is now a senior barrister who specialises in family law and child abuse cases. See previous posts.

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Justice John Roch subsequently became Lord Justice Roch.

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See previous posts for further details of the fun and games…

Eric Varley died on 29 July 2008 – CHARLIE AND BETTY?? – Nerys – Dec

Rachel Vasmer – tribunal judge… – Walker Smith Way disappeared – Slater Gordon – IICSA

Lord Varley with a pal:

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Lord Varley’s other close friend, rather closer than anyone realised:

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After Kaufperson died in Feb 2017, his family had quite a shock when they found out that he had left his property, savings etc, the whole lot, his entire estate, to Eric Varley. The will was void because Varley had already died, but no-one ever fessed up as to why Kaufperson might have done that; Kaufperson had children whom were on good terms with him, he’d never yelled at them that he’d leave everything to the cats’ home.

Now here’s a few more Interesting Facts.

Kaufperson went to Queen’s College, Oxford, which is where Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, 1981-91, did his degree. I’ve only just noticed that Ioan left his post as Chief exec of Gwynedd CC just after the North Wales Police began their investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Chester and the year in which I was forced out of my job at St George’s and told by Prof Nigel Eastman at St George’s/Springfield to go back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor and knew me. I had left my job and saw Eastman in Feb 1991. Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991.

Ioan was born in Jan 1929 and Kaufperson was born in June 1930. Kaufperson was born in Leeds, went to Leeds Grammar School and represented Manchester constituencies, 1970-2017.

Leeds was Jimmy Savile Central. Leeds MPs included Merlyn Rees, Denis Healey, Keith Joseph and latterly, Hilary Benn. See previous posts for details.

The big ring at Manchester which protected Dafydd and Gwynne dated back at least as far as the 1950s. Two medical stars who worked with the Top Docs of the Manchester ring were Lord Douglas Black (see post ‘The Logic Of Medicine’) and Lord Robert Platt (see eg. ‘             ‘). Tony and Sadie Francis worked with the partner gang in Manchester immediately before they relocated to north Wales in 1983. Prior to that, Tony worked with Dafydd’s old mates at the Institute of Psychiatry and the Maudsley and before then, Tony had been a student and then a junior doc in Cardiff/south Wales, where Prof Kenneth Rawnsley presided. Rawnsley relocated to Cardiff in 1966 from Manchester… Rawnsley’s wife Dr Elinor Kapp was a child psychiatrist in Gwent and was involved with the George Thomas Hospice from its foundation. See post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’

Kenneth Rawnsley was responsible for training and standards in psychiatry across the whole of Wales. It was Rawnsley who years after year happily confirmed that not only was everything great at Denbigh with the lobotomies and Dafydd’s Dungeon, but Rawnsley assured everyone that standards were such that Denbigh was a suitable institution in which to Train Angels, Top Docs and clinical psychologists.

Tony Francis’s boss at Manchester had been Ian Brockington. Shortly after Francis relocated to north Wales, Ian Brockington was given a Chair in the School of Medicine at Birmingham University, which had hosted Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass (and Bluglass’s psychiatrist wife Kerry) for years. See post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’. When Prof Bluglass ‘investigated’ my complaint about the Gang in 1989, he simply ignored every part of my complaint that pointed to Tony Francis, although I later discovered that Francis had turned up to give Bluglass ‘evidence’. See post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’.

This was a completely rigged system; there was no accountability and no such thing as an independent second opinion. In any professional network leading figures will know each other, but what was happening in this context was naked corruption and criminality between fellow partners in crime. The zenith was reached on 12 Jan 1999, with the publication of the Report of the Fallon Inquiry into Ashworth Hospital on Merseyside, part of the Gang’s empire that served as a prison for their victims.  The Fallon Inquiry’s remit included the investigation of the murder of a patient by Angels. Peter Fallon QC delegated the task to Robert Bluglass, a member of the Inquiry panel, who in turn appointed two Senior Angels to help him. One was an Angel from Bluglass’s own Reaside Clinic in Birmingham, the other was an Angel of Dafydd’s from Clwyd Health Authority.

The Fallon Inquiry was tasked to investigate allegations of the serious abuse of patients in Lawrence Ward in Ashworth, the ‘Personality Disorder Unit’. Lawrence Ward had been established and run by Chris Hunter. It was Chris Hunter who in 1989 held a case conference about me in north Wales, at which he took evidence from people of whom I had never heard – not that I’d ever heard of Chris Hunter either- and declared me to be so dangerous that he would recommend my incarceration in a high security psych hospital.  Hunter offered to write a Court Report, although I was not facing any charges at the time. I only found out about this case conference a few years ago when my lawyer discovered the documentation. When it took place I was busy at work in St George’s Hospital. See post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’.

When I was in Denbigh in 1986/87, I was violently assaulted by an Angel called Stephen Rose. After leaving Denbigh I complained about this. My complaints were initially ignored, then Angels lied and after I demonstrated that the Angels had lied, Rose was transferred to another hospital and that was used as the reason not to investigate my complaint. Rose was transferred to Park Lane Hospital. Park Lane and Moss Side combined made up Ashworth Hospital.

The conclusion of the Fallon Report was that the caring Angels and Top Docs had a damned hard job looking after the Dangerous Nutters and when People Like That are involved, the odd rape, beating and violent murder is only to be expected. Politicians Praised The Work of the Ashworth Angels in the debates which followed the publication of the Fallon Report. See previous posts.

Jimmy Savile dropped into Ashworth whenever he felt like it, even the staff didn’t know when he’d be arriving. Them Nutters even had visits from people off the tele, that’s what a bloody holiday camp Ashworth was.

The response of Miranda’s Gov’t to the Fallon Report was to demand Tougher Restrictions On Dangerous Nutters, even if the Nutters had never committed a crime. Because if the Top Docs had declared the Nutters to be Dangerous, the Nutters might commit a crime. When Miranda et al were drawing up these plans, Dafydd and the Gang were making a case for me to fall within Miranda’s new category of Not Mentally Ill But Mentally Disordered And Dangerous, But Never Having Harmed Anyone But You Never Know, They Could So It’s An Indeterminate Sentence In A Secure Unit For Them. Or indeed me, as I understand the plan was. The Cunning Plan that was known to Miranda.

In 1999, the Forensic Angel whom Tony Francis insisted that I saw regularly because I was so Dangerous, noted on my medical records that my best friend’s baby had died shortly after birth in Musgrove Park Hospital. Why Jackie Ehlen ever recorded that I don’t know. My friend’s baby did die, it was serious clinical negligence on the part of Musgrove Park Hospital – Dr Robert Fox, Remember The Name! – but a Top Doc friend of the family told my friend not to even bother to think about legal action because he knew that the staff had been briefed to lie…

The Fallon Inquiry took place at the same time as the Waterhouse Inquiry. No-one mentioned that the two Inquiries were into the same network of Professionals.

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Wedgie Benn, unlike the Windbag, made no bones about his support of the 1984-85 NUM strike. Benn was a friend of Scargill, as was Michael Mansfield – briefly – 1993 letter – North Wales Police investigation – 1990-92…

FIFE – mining area – Lord Robert Kilpatrick – ??

Brown has a theory that in the 1980s, the British security services ensured a continuous state of utter disarray in the Labour Party, knowing that this would render them unelectable.

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In recognition of his service to Derby, The Phillip Whitehead Memorial Library, a public library on Chaddesden Park in Derby, was opened in March 2013.

Help ensure that a gang of murdering paedophiles are allowed to continue business as usual, in the process poisoning the entire welfare system of the UK? Ensure that Thatch remains in power, that the industrial base of south Wales and huge areas in other parts of the UK are destroyed? Be part of the process that introduced neoliberalism to Britain, the neoliberal experiment in Europe, literally following in the footsteps of Thatch’s mate Pinochet? Then you too can have a library in Derby named after you!!

If I was Philip Whitehead, I’m not sure that I’d have thought the sacrifice worthwhile.

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Philip’s Timeline

1961: He was President of the Oxford University Conservative Association and the Oxford Union in 1961.
1967: Phillip Whitehead married Christine Usborne in 1967.
1988: In 1988 he was MacTaggart Memorial Lecturer at the Edinburgh TV Festival.
1994: He was a Labour member of the European Parliament from 1994 to his death, first serving as MEP for Staffordshire East and Derby, and later as one of the members for the East Midlands.
2004: On 23 July 2004 he was elected chair of the Parliamentary Committee on the Internal Market and Consumer Protection.
2005: Whitehead was taken ill on 31 December 2005 and died later that evening in a hospital in Chesterfield from a heart attack aged 68.

There is a You Tube clip currently available of a 1991 interview with Milton Friedman in which he angrily refutes that he ever advised Augusto Pinochet. After making that clear, Friedman spoke at length about the ‘economic miracle’ that Pinochet achieved in Chile and how he was assisted in that by economists from the Chicago School, who were sent out to Chile by America. Friedman makes no comment as to whether the economic miracle was worth the torture and mass murder or whether the many Chileans driven to near starvation while Chile became the embodiment of Friedman’s dream also believed that Pinochet and the Chicago School economists had performed an economic miracle.

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BBC News reported Philip Whitehead’s death:

A Labour Party MEP has died of a heart attack in a Derbyshire hospital.

Phillip Whitehead, 68, a former chairman of the European Parliamentary Labour Party, was re-elected East Midlands MEP in June 2004. Prime Minister Tony Blair said he had “worked tirelessly in fighting injustice and campaigning for greater consumer and welfare rights”.

Mr Whitehead had worked as a television producer in the 1960s on This Week, Panorama and ITV’s The World at War.

Ronnie Waterhouse was a lifelong close friend of Robin Day; as young barristers they shared a flat. See previous posts.

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Gwynne and Dafydd’s mate who grew up in Denbighshire and became a big name in the BBC during the 1960s,70s and 80s, Elwyn Parry Jones was Deputy Editor of Panorama, 1977-85. Elwyn was also responsible for ‘Rough Justice’, 1983-85. Yes, Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate was the Top Man re the flagship BBC TV series exposing corruption and miscarriages of justice. He took up that role in 1983 when Mary Wynch and I fell foul of the Gang.

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Elwyn Parry Jones made TV documentaries that exposed Murdoch and Nixon, but Gwynne and Dafydd were never going to be touched. In later life, Parry Jones returned to live near Wrexham and made documentaries for S4C.  Elwyn returned to north Wales in time for the Waterhouse Inquiry but dear oh dear in 1997, the year that Ronnie opened his Inquiry, Elwyn had a stroke which seriously disabled him and then in 2001 he had another stroke which nearly finished him off. Elwyn struggled on until 30 Aug 2013 when he died. After Operational Pallial had begun hauling a few in, as the demands for a Review of the Waterhouse Inquiry began, after Brown and I began publishing on the psych services in north Wales and I applied for British Academy funding for my Croesor study…

 

Mr Whitehead was taken ill at his home near Matlock in Derbyshire on New Year’s Eve and died later in hospital at Chesterfield. He read philosophy, politics and economics at Oxford and was president of the Union in 1961.

The Labour Party website said he had “played a leading role in European consumer legislation” and helped develop laws on financial services and timeshare. He twice authored the parliament’s blueprint for consumer action plans.

Deputy Prime Minister John Prescott said: “Phillip was a life-long campaigner for the Labour Party and Labour values. He committed himself to working non-stop for people in the East Midlands, first at Westminster and then at the European Parliament.”

He was Labour MP for Derby North from 1970 to 1983 and helped introduce acts on police complaints, adoption and family planning.

He was presented with a Solidarity medal by Polish union leader Lech Walesa in November 2005.

Mr Whitehead was an active member of the RMT Union and a member of the National Union of Journalists since 1961.

He was married with three children and three grandchildren.

 

Fattersley wrote Whitehead’s obituary for ‘The Guardian’:

Phillip Whitehead, a Labour MEP since 1994, who has died suddenly aged 68, was a man who matched a wide range of talents with deeply held convictions. He rose from the humblest of beginnings to enjoy distinguished careers in both the world of sophisticated television and the world of cynical politics. Yet he never acquired the pretensions which a more self-regarding man would have thought appropriate to his status. He died in the village house that had been his home since he was three.

His roots in Rowsley, just south of Chatsworth House in Derbyshire, were planted when Whitehead was adopted by the village carpenter and his wife. It was from there that he went to Lady Manners school in Bakewell, where he won an exhibition to Exeter College, Oxford, to read philosophy, politics and economics. In 1961 he became president of the Union. During his national service he was commissioned into the local regiment, the Sherwood Foresters, but chose secondment to the Royal West African Frontier Force in what is now the Gambia. He left the army with a curriculum vitae that, at the beginning of the 1960s, was tailormade to guarantee a job in television.

And so it turned out. Whitehead joined the BBC in 1961. I vividly recall, about three years later, a recording of Gallery – the political programme on which he was then working. Jeremy Thorpe, who was another participant in the discussion, found it hard to believe that the bearded, down to earth, Derbyshire man who supervised our debate in his shirt sleeves was, like him, an Oxonian who had been president of the Union.

Whitehead became the producer of Panorama before he moved on to Thames Television to edit This Week (1967-70) and win the Guild of TV Producers award for best factual programme. When (after 13 years in the Commons) he was defeated in the 1983 general election, he returned to his trade. For a couple of years he was a director of Goldcrest (1984-87). Then he moved on to Brook Lapping Productions where he produced The World at War, Nixon, The Windsors, The Nehru-Gandhi Dynasty and Kennedy, for which he won a second Guild of TV Producers award and an Emmy for best script of the year.

Politics came comparatively late into Whitehead’s life. At Oxford, he played no part in the Labour Club but, by 1970, he was sufficiently committed to democratic socialism to abandon the easier and (more remunerative) life of a television executive to stand for parliament. He was elected member for Derby North and, in 1981, became the shadow spokesman for higher education.

I arrived at UCNW in 1981, the institution was run by the Gang and still reeling from the Mary Wynch business; Mary had worked as a secretary in the Dept of Agriculture at UCNW and no-one in UCNW uttered one word in her defence. Whitehead’s Party Leader, Michael Foot, knew about the very serious problems in UCNW and in north Wales, he knew that Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist was sitting in the Student Health Centre there, but Foot when younger had been involved with the Westminster Swinging himself, as were many of his friends. Foot was from a famous family of lawyers and politicians and the extended clan were all on board with Dafydd and Gwynne et al. See ‘Oh No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’, ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘The Vermin Club’.

It was his misfortune to be a member of Labour’s lost generation whose years were spent in opposition. Had the party won before 1997, there is no doubt that he would have held high office.

Fattersley et al never seem to ask themselves why, if they were so desperate to get rid of Thatch, they mobilised in collaboration with the Tories and the SDP/Liberals against my friends and I when we had evidence of matters that if anyone had investigated could have led to Thatch’s downfall.

The Dream Ticket:

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The Windbag knew Tony Francis when they were students in Cardiff. The Windbag and Tony Francis were dedicated to making life easy for George Thomas et al and ensuring that they were never held to account for their sexual offences.

The Nightmare upon which the Dream Ticket was predicated:

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To the general surprise of his friends, he supported Michael Foot in the 1979 Labour leadership election, in part because he regarded Denis Healey’s refusal to set out a manifesto in the Guardian as a denial of the openness which is an essential feature of modern politics. In 1983 he supported Neil Kinnock, in whose education team he had served on Labour’s frontbench. But although, in those days, both Kinnock and Foot were crudely described as “on the left”, Whitehead became a convinced “revisionist” in the tradition of Hugh Gaitskell and Tony Crosland and, from the beginning, he was a staunch supporter of Britain’s place at the centre of the Common Market, which became the European Union.

Fattersley bollocking on like this re Whitehead’s political position is nonsensical. Like the rest of the Labour Party, Whitehead’s collusion with very serious crime over-rode any putative political principles that any of them had. They had more in common re propping up a gang of sex offenders than that which divided them.

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For Whitehead, membership of the European Parliament was, therefore, a natural progression. He was elected for Staffordshire East and Derby in 1994 and, when constituency boundaries were changed, for the East Midlands, which he represented until he died.

In British politics, he had naturally devoted much of his time to matters concerning the arts and the media.

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Thanks Eric, Boris the inheritor of Thatch’s baton owes you one!

For two years he wrote a column for the Times. He was chairman of the New Statesman during one of its periods of transition and gave the MacTaggart lecture to the Edinburgh Television Festival in 1987.

See previous posts for details re Sam Brittan, brother of Home Secretary Leon, writing to his Big Mate in TV, demanding my friend’s head on a plate in 1985 when she refused to do a fiddle to secure Sam tickets and a hotel for the Edinburgh Fringe after all tickets and hotels were 100% booked… Grade offered Sam his own ticket if Sam couldn’t find anyone else to do a fiddle for him.

He was made a member of the Annan Committee, which inquired into the future of broadcasting.

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In Brussels, on the other hand, he extended the interests in consumer affairs which had begun when he became a member of the Consumer Associations Council in 1982. But the old eclectic instinct was not dead. His concern for the wider world was confirmed by the award of the Polish Solidarity Medal.

Despite his 20 years as an MEP, much of the time spent in Brussels and the other locations to which members of the European parliaments must regularly travel, he remained a Derbyshire man. He supported Derby County with a passion, was instrumental in the rehabilitation of the Arkwright Mill at Cromford, regularly (though unostentatiously) attended the Buxton Festival and was to be seen not simply at Derbyshire “occasions”, but enjoying the delights the county offers to a private citizen. Public figures often include “walking” in the recreation column of their Who’s Who entry because they can think of nothing else. Phillip Whitehead walked. Had that not been the case, he would not have even considered making the claim.

It was during his early years at the BBC that he met Christine Usborne, who was, for a time, his assistant. They married in 1967. One of my early memories visiting the Whiteheads in Derbyshire is of a walk up a moderately steep hill. Phillip carried Joshua, his oldest son, then about three, in a homemade papoose on his back. Another son, Robert, and a daughter, Lucy, were born during the next four years. There are now three grandchildren. Phillip, unlike many politicians, was essentially a family man. He had sought out and found his natural mother. And to the end he remained close friends with his once unknown family.

He is survived by his wife and children.

Jeremy Isaacs writes: As a television producer in the 1960s, Phillip Whitehead embodied the best practice and the highest hopes of BBC television current affairs, yet he left the BBC. When, in 1967, as editor I failed to make a one-subject Panorama work to my superior’s satisfaction, Phillip, having produced episodes on Nasser, and on Bobby Kennedy, followed me to Rediffusion. He became as good a producer as ITV’s This Week ever had, and the best editor Panorama never had.

What made him the most gifted television journalist of his generation was a passionate concern for political process – he believed in democracy – and personal qualities of intellectual honesty, understanding, humour. He kept cutting-rooms waiting, but his colleagues loved working for him. In every topic he tackled, and particularly in Northern Ireland, Phillip aimed only at searching scrutiny and fair judgment.

The Kincora Boys’ Home, Belfast:

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The Day Before Yesterday, for Thames TV, a six-part series on Britain from 1945 to 1959, set standards for historical documentary.

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On the Annan Committee on the future of broadcasting (1974-77), he shaped the future Channel Four. Fearless, he pricked pretension and saw through humbug. He was at ease with the audiences he served.

At home with his family in Kentish Town, north London, or in Rowsley, where every summer Phillip Whitehead’s XI took on the village cricket team, he presided over convivial jollities. Yet the great world was never far away. Politics was a way of life.

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The last time we met, he told me with relish of the early morning call in Washington DC that got him to the supreme court building in time for the judgment refusing legitimacy to US conduct at Guantánamo. An old friend on the court had alerted him. Phillip always knew what really mattered.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

David Elstein writes: When Jeremy Isaacs was ousted from the editorship of Panorama, and returned to ITV, he recruited many leading talents from the BBC flagship, foremost being Phillip Whitehead, who was installed as editor of This Week in 1967. Phillip’s first production for the BBC had been a profile of Oswald Mosley, and in subsequent films he profiled the German spymaster, Otto John, and Bobby Kennedy.

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At This Week, first for Associated Rediffusion and then for Thames, Phillip led an outstanding team, including those Panorama defectors: reporters Robert Kee

Robert Kee was one of the key people who campaigned for the release of the Birmingham Six. He knew that they were only ever freed after an agreement was made by the Radical Lawyers, Michael Mansfield et al, that the Radical Ones would not ever take a case for me against the Gang. The Radical Ones were dependent upon the crooked Top Docs and others for opinions, advice, reports etc so if Dafydd and the Gang came after you, you’d had it…

Robert Kee of Panorama: Robin Day, Elwyn Parry Jones… The current affairs programme that gave editorial control to Dafydd.

and John Morgan, directors Jo Menell, Jolyon Wilmhurst and Udi Eichler, and cameramen Mike Fash and Frank Hodge. Still at the BBC, I watched with envy and astonishment as Kee reported from a Rhodesia marching towards UDI, Godfrey Hodgson revealed to British viewers for the first time the nature of gerrymandering in Northern Ireland, Morgan reported from the Prague Spring, and Peter Williams portrayed strife torn Newark.

Meanwhile back at the BBC:

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By the time I joined the directing team, This Week had established itself as the dominant current affairs team in British television, and Kee’s vibrant film after the Soviet invasion of 1968, Remember Czechoslovakia, was just one example of the immensely wide-ranging and authoritative editions Phillip masterminded.

Bureaucrats, of course, shook their heads. An early attempt to re-recruit Phillip was thwarted by senior BBC figures concerned at his “unreliability” over Northern Ireland. His BBC file was rumoured to bear the telltale Special Branch Christmas tree alert.

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My first experience of ITV’s regulators was seeing them trying to physically edit one of Phillip’s many scoops: on the connection between Britain and the Greek Colonels. After This Week, Phillip produced a six-part series on postwar Britain, entitled The Day Before Yesterday, and contributed two films to The World at War. Even after politics claimed him, he still found time, at Brook Productions and Brook Lapping Productions, to make such series as those on the Korean War, the Kennedys and the Windsors. It was his three years at This Week, though, that saw him at the height of his powers: politics’ gain was television’s loss.

Throughout it all Whitehead missed the biggest scoops…

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then those who recently snuffed it – that one in the daily post

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Now I’ll provide details of an Eminent Welsh Scientist whom I would have liked to blog about in previous posts eg. ‘          ‘ but so many other members of the Gang’s network had to take priority that I wasn’t able to do so. So, let me introduce Professor Derek Ainslie Jackson (23 June 1906-20 February 1982), a spectroscopist, ‘one of the outstanding atomic physicists of his generation’.

Derek Jackson showed early promise in the field of spectroscopy under the guidance of Professor Lindemann, aka Lord Cherwell CHECK , See post ‘           ‘. Jackson worked in the Clarendon Laboratory at Oxford, along with CHECK – DATES – NAMES.

Derek Jackson’s activities at Oxford did not however interfere with his other great passion, steeplechasing, which led him to graduate from foxhunting to his first ride in the 1935 Grand National. Jackson rode in two more Grand Nationals after WW II.

In World War II Jackson distinguished himself in the RAF and made an important scientific contribution to Britain’s air defences and to the bomber offensive. He flew more than a thousand hours as a navigator, many of them in combat in night-fighters, based at RAF Middle Wallop. Jackson was decorated with the DFC, AFC and OBE. Jackson’s war record stands in contrast to his stated desire at the war’s inception to keep Britain out of a conflict with Germany and Jackson’s reported view “that all Jews in England should be killed”.

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Little Nell!! If you are looking for anti-Semitism, you don’t need to go rifling through Jeremy Corbyn’s undies drawer any longer; the Clarendon Lab would seem to have a rather dismal track record in this respect. Can we expect you to launch a Clarendon Must Fall campaign soon or use those legal connections of your late husband Sir Henry to begin proceedings to seize the assets of Oxford University?

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After WW II, for the rest of his life Derek Jackson, appointed a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1947, lived as a tax exile in Ireland, France and Switzerland. Jackson continued his spectroscopic work in France at the Centre national de la recherche scientifique, and was made a Chevalier de la Legion d’honneur.

Jackson’s wiki states that he ‘had what might be called a colourful personal life. A “rampant bisexual”, he was married six times, and also lived for three years with the half-sister of one of his wives. The others included a daughter of Augustus John, Pamela Mitford (one of the Mitford sisters), a princess and several femme fatales- Barbara Skelton , Angela Culme Seymour and her maternal half sister Jane Woolley.’

BRIEFLY – these??,

Ferdinand Mount’s review of a 2007 biography of Derek Jackson ‘As I Was Going to St Ives: A Life of Derek Jackson’ (by Simon Courtauld) which appeared in the London Review of Books on 7 Feb 2008 fills in the picture further re Derek:

In all the history of second-guessing in warfare, the Window affair is one of the most extraordinary. As early as 1934, Post Office engineers reported that passing aircraft could interfere with radio reception. Less than a year later, Robert Watson-Watt demonstrated by a simple experiment in a field outside Daventry that aircraft could be detected by radio. Radar was born. Remarkably, it was only two years after this that Lindemann demonstrated to Churchill that tinfoil strips cut to a certain length and jettisoned from a height would simulate aircraft on the enemy’s radar screen and baffle anti-aircraft batteries. Churchill, always a sucker for gadgets, loved the idea, but the scientists in charge ‘looked down their noses at the suggestion’, according to Lindemann’s protégé R.V. Jones, who had first thought of it.

See post ‘                    ‘ for details of R.V. Jones and the effort to disrupt German radar that was known as ‘Window’ as well as Jones’s relationship to the Gang and that of Sir Sam Curran (who later became the VC of Strathclyde University) and his wife Lady Joan Curran, two physicists who were instrumental in ‘Window’.

Partly they didn’t care to see their amazing discovery so quickly outfoxed, but also they worried what would happen if the Germans got hold of this simple device. For the next five years, no research was done on Window – as the scheme came to be known. So in the first raids of the war British bombers flew over German defences like so many flights of sitting duck.

What none of them then knew was that exactly the same thought process had occurred in Germany. A technician had suggested silver strips to Göring, who immediately saw the danger to the German defences. All papers relating to the idea were impounded and strict orders issued that it should never be mentioned again. Thus both sides had denied themselves the use of anti-radar for fear of what the other side would make of it. Each preferred to protect its own civilians from being bombed rather than its bomber crews from being shot down.

As late as spring 1942, just before the thousand-bomber raid on Cologne, Window was still being held back until its likely effects had been tested. It was at this moment, with bombers and their crews being destroyed at a horrific rate, that onto the scene charged the exotic figure of Flying Officer Derek Jackson. He had already flown 60 sorties as a navigator with 604 Squadron, resulting in 11 combats, five enemy bombers destroyed, with four more damaged. He was also a lecturer in spectroscopy at Oxford, part-owner of the News of the World, a rampant bisexual, partly Fascist and wholly outrageous in his views. Jackson was put in charge of the trials – or ‘Jackson’s Air Farce’ as they quickly came to be called.

By chucking handfuls of tinfoil out of the cockpit, he quickly discovered how much was needed to blot out the enemy radar, then, conversely, how an improved radar system could learn to detect the aircraft through the chaff. In the process he was himself shot down by an ill-informed Spitfire. By this stage it was agreed that the dangers of German bombers using Window effectively against Britain were much diminished (most German bombers were now flying against Russia), and even the sceptical Bomber Harris came round. It is estimated that Window saved about a hundred British aircraft in its first week of operation. Air Marshal Portal calculated that it might have saved the lives of the crews of 250 bombers had it been introduced four months earlier.

This was by no means the end of Jackson’s wartime achievements. Before D-Day he devised a new type of Window strip to persuade the German radar operators that two ‘invasion fleets’ were approaching the French coast some distance to the east of the actual Normandy landing. And he found in a captured Junkers 88 a detector, known to the Luftwaffe as Flensburg, which he discovered to his horror was superbly effective in locking onto Monica, the tail-warning radar issued to Bomber Command. As well as alerting British bombers to impending attack from the rear, Monica also allowed the enemy fighter to zero in. Jackson carried out a mass trial himself, flying the Junkers in pursuit of a gaggle of 71 Lancaster bombers and homing in without difficulty on each of them. That was the end of Monica. Harris had her removed and more pilots lived a little longer.

There was a glorious impatience about Jackson at war which, combined with a meticulous capacity for research, enabled him to get his own way. I like to think of him whirling around the English skies, homing onto Lancaster after Lancaster, chattering away over the intercom, often in German as he liked to in the air, proving to his satisfaction that these people were suicidal idiots to fasten these pieces of kit to their rear ends. In the officers’ mess he was a loud and flamboyant figure, waddling in with his splay-footed gait, still carrying his parachute, to make the next move in the chess game he had started before being scrambled. When the news of his Distinguished Flying Cross for ‘devotion to duty’ was announced in the evening news bulletin, Jackson was heard bellowing from the bar in his strange, gravelly voice: ‘Devotion to duty? What about bwavewy?’

He and Vivian had little contact with their elderly, distant parents. Their only deep emotional engagement was with each other. Both of them went for anything that moved, of either sex. ‘I ride under both rules,’ Derek said, referring to the different codes for flat racing and jumping. The twins argued – and agreed – about everything. Vivian too was a brilliant physicist. Wherever they went, from schooldays on, they bought the finest spectroscopes and interferometers, sometimes equipping entire laboratories when university funds were short. Vivian was killed in a sleighing accident in the winter of 1936, and Derek was never quite the same again, never able to achieve real intimacy with anyone, except dogs and horses. His long-term collaborator at the Clarendon Laboratory, the German refugee physicist H.G. Kuhn, summed him up perfectly: ‘Jackson’s strong feeling of independence had been enhanced during his upbringing by the sense of power that money gives, and even in his development as a physicist he was largely self-taught: he had never done any research under or with anyone and probably had hardly ever been contradicted by anyone of his age.’ Yet Kuhn found him courteous and considerate and never discovered any inclination to Fascism in him.

In As I Was Going to St Ives, his deliciously slim life of Jackson, Simon Courtauld tells the story of a remarkable human being – well, remarkable being. Even Diana Mosley, Jackson’s best friend, had to concede that he wasn’t quite human, and it takes one to know one. Courtauld provides as lucid an account of his work as the layman could hope for, and it would be hard to improve on his laconic, inconspicuously ironic treatment of Jackson’s seven marriages (six and a half to be strictly accurate), which are responsible for the book’s silly title. To call his carry-on goat-like would be grossly unfair to goats, who seem celibate, faithful and even-tempered by comparison. He married Augustus John’s daughter Poppet first, then Pamela Mitford, then the femme fatale Janetta Woolley, one of whose previous husbands was Robert Kee. On the day Janetta gave birth to Rose, his only child by any of his wives, he ran off with her half-sister Angela. When he dumped Angela three years later, he did so over lunch in the same restaurant in which he had persuaded her to leave her husband. Maybe goats are more sensitive, too.

When he began his affair with Janetta, he told her that the last person he had slept with was Francis Bacon – this, Courtauld hazards, on the night he gave Bacon and Anne Dunn dinner at Claridge’s before they all went to bed together. He also gave them £100 each, a lot of money in 1950. Only a few months after Princess Ratibor became his fifth wife, he complained to her cousin, the actor Peter Eyre, that she could be ratty and was frequently boring. Then he made a pass at Eyre. He took on tougher opposition with Number Six, the ferocious minx Barbara Skelton, part-original of the lethal Pamela Flitton in A Dance to the Music of Time. She had already scored with a whole bestiary of sacred monsters. Jackson would boast that ‘after King Farouk, Cyril Connolly and George Weidenfeld, I was the pretty one.’ Skelton, like many of his wives and lovers and Jackson himself (his brother Vivian too), was besotted with animals. She was particularly in love with her coati, a raccoon-like creature which she used as a weapon in her fights with Jackson in the Ritz, thrusting its wicked snout into his face, urging it to bite chunks out of his lip. When Janetta said the animal should be put down, she retorted, as animal fanatics do, that people who talk of putting animals down ought to be put down themselves.

Jackson loved horses as much as he loved dogs, indeed he was known to his friends as Horse. He went on competing in steeplechases until his 60th year, riding with short stirrups like a monkey on a stick. He took part in the Grand National three times. My father rode in many chases alongside him, both of them often on horses trained by Captain Bay Powell. He admired Derek’s dash rather than his elegance, in and out of the saddle.

For us children dragged along in his wake, Derek was not so easy. Like Rose and his transient stepchildren, I found him an unnerving presence. He would set out to be genial and interested, perhaps thrust a fiver in your hand – he was always generous with his cash, not least to his ex-wives, though perhaps not as generous as the divorce courts today would have forced him to be – but his glittering eye, his hurried, overbearing manner of speech, his South-Walian swagger betrayed such a volcanic impatience that it was impossible for you to be any more comfortable in his company than he was in yours. He had a wearisome itch to get a rise out of everyone, to upset or unnerve or frighten, especially while driving his Bentley or Mercedes, racing up to level crossings as the gates were closing, putting his foot down on narrow Irish roads until the needle crept up to 90, and Janetta could not help crying out: ‘No, Derek, please, not so fast.’

Courtauld pitilessly records all the Fascist spoutings with which Jackson liked to annoy people, his habit, even after the war, of singing the ‘Horst Wessel Lied’ in Austrian hostelries and referring to Hitler as The Great Man. He records too, without overmuch comment, the view of Jackson’s friends that this was 50 per cent teasing. That may be more or less true without constituting a valid excuse. In his milieu, such things could be said only in a teasing way. What strikes one, on the contrary, is that Jackson had a pretty complete Fascist mindset, with the possible exception of anti-semitism, which didn’t interest him.

He was possessed by a fear and loathing of socialism. He was contemptuous of the lower orders who read the News of the World and paid for his racehorses and his wives, and he liked to bellow out Gilbert and Sullivan’s ‘Bow, bow, ye lower middle classes, bow, bow, ye tradesmen, bow, ye masses.’ His visceral love of Germany was trumped only by his fierce patriotism. Typically Fascist too were his intoxication with speed and danger and his dislike of the milksop Sklavenmoral of Christianity. At the same time, as Fascists often are, he was superstitious, would not walk under ladders or work on a Friday if it happened to be the 13th. The worst event of his life – Vivian’s death in the snow – had been foretold by a fortune-teller in a nightclub.

Nor was the greatest obsession of his life, nuclear physics, incompatible with the Fascist cast of mind. Since scientists are more inclined to veer to the extreme left, lured by the scientific pretensions of Marxism, it is often forgotten that Fascists too worshipped science as something true and hard and modern. In a hazy light, therefore, one might identify Derek Jackson with the Ubermensch, or on a lower plane with Zouch, the Superman who takes up foxhunting in Anthony Powell’s From a View to a Death.

No journalist would be able to resist describing Jackson as ‘a colourful personality’. Yet in a curious way he seemed almost colourless, evanescent. It is an inspired touch of Courtauld’s to choose as his epigraph the anecdote of Derek at a nuclear physics conference in Rome in the 1970s strolling with a young English delegate who tells him that there’s an extraordinary man at the conference, a brilliant physicist who had an outstanding war in the RAF and rode three times in the Grand National, and was fabulously wealthy and had been married six times. Jackson: ‘I think I ought to tell you, before you go any further, that I’m the man in question.’ ‘Oh, really?’ the young man says. ‘I’m sorry, but we haven’t been introduced.’ ‘I’m Derek Jackson.’ Young man (after a pause): ‘No, that wasn’t the name.’

What remains fascinating is the contrast between Jackson’s brusque impatience and infidelity when in the beau monde and his dedicated, courteous, endlessly patient behaviour in the laboratory. His first seminal paper for the Royal Society, on ‘hyperfine structure in the arc spectrum of caesium and nuclear rotation’, was published in 1928 when he was 22. Fifty years later, according to Heini Kuhn, he was still poring over spectral lines on his old microscope, ‘measuring their spacings as accurately as – or even more accurately than – anyone else could have done’. The photoelectric scanner (like the MRI scanner, the indirect result of his researches) would have supplied him with digitised results in half the time, but Jackson would not have enjoyed it so much: ‘The continuing challenge of skill and judgment would have gone.’

I cannot help thinking of Darwin in his last years on his hands and knees measuring the worms whose habits he had first studied thirty years earlier, insisting on the same old instruments and refusing to buy state-of-the-art kit. Darwin was a devoted paterfamilias who strove to avoid giving offence to the Christian religion. Jackson could hardly have been more different, except in his dedication to his art. After a tour of German radar installations in the Baltic at the end of the war, he infuriated an air marshal when asked to describe a piece of equipment by saying: ‘it was so pretty that I wanted to stroke it.’ Nothing else in the world would he have stroked with such genuine love.

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The writer of Derek Jackson’s biography, Simon Courthauld, is the former Deputy Editor of ‘The Spectator’ and Editor of ‘The Field.

Heinrich Gerhard Kuhn, Jackson’s colleague at the Clarendon Lab, died on 25 Aug 1994; DAFYDD

Heinrich Gerhard Kuhn was a graduate of the University of Gottingen, where he studied for his doctorate under the direction of James Franck, winner of the 1925 Nobel Prize for Physics. Kuhn left Germany after the Nazis came to power in 1933 and moved to Britain, where relatives had settled, becoming a British subject in 1939. At the invitation of Frederick Alexander Lindemann, Kuhn worked for ICI at the Clarendon Lab in Oxford, where he studied hyperfine structure. During WW II, Kuhn worked on isotope separation for Tube Alloys (the code-name for Britain’s nuclear bomb project) and the Manhattan Project (the US nuclear bomb project), with which other members of Gwynne and Dafydd’s network were involved, including NAMES. See post ‘        ‘.

Heinrich Gerhard Kuhn was born in Breslau, Germany, on 10 March 1904, the second son of Wilhelm Felix Kuhn, a lawyer and his wife Marthe. Kuhn’s older brother Helmut Kuhn [de] became a philosophy professor. His paternal grandmother was Charlotte Kuhn, the half-sister of George Henschel, a musician who emigrated to Britain.

Much of Kuhn’s early life was spent in Luben, where he went to school. He entered the University of Greifswald intending to study chemistry in 1922. In 1924, Kuhn decided to switch to physics and moved to the University of Gottingen where there was a thriving School of Physics that included Max Born and James Franck.

Kuhn became a became a demonstrator at Göttingen in 1926 and then a lecturer in 1931. He continued his studies for his habilitation in February 1931, which allowed him to become a privatdozent. He married Marie Bertha Nohl, the daughter of the Gottingen philosophy Professor Herman Nohl [de]. Although Kuhn’s father was Jewish, he had been baptised when he married and Kuhn was brought up as a Christian. This meant little to the Nazis; Kuhn was classified as non-Aryan because he had two Jewish grandparents. He was dismissed from his university positions, and his habilitation was revoked. As a decorated veteran of WW I, Franck was not dismissed from his post, but elected to resign in protest rather than dismiss colleagues for their race or political beliefs.

Before leaving Germany, Franck attempted to find positions for his former students and colleagues. He introduced Kuhn to Frederick Lindemann, who invited Kuhn to come to the Clarendon Lab at Oxford, where he could work on atomic spectra with Derek Jackson.

Kuhn and his wife left Germany for Britain in August 1933. They were welcomed by his relatives and Kuhn received a grant of £400 per annum, initially for two years, but it was extended to three, and then six. His two sons, Anselm Thomas and Nicholas John, were born in Britain. They attended Dragon School and St Edward’s and entered Balliol College, Oxford, from which they received doctorates.

[Anselm Thomas Kuhn is not the Thomas Kuhn who wrote the influential 1962 book ‘The Structure Of Scientific Revolutions’.]

In 1940, H.G. Kuhn joined a team led by Francis Simon that also included Henry Shull Arms and Nicholas Kurti, working on the British nuclear weapons project. Foreign-born physicists were assigned this work because they could not initially obtain the required security clearance to work on top-secret projects like radar. As part of his work, Kuhn visited the United States in December 1943 and January 1944 to work with the Manhattan Project.

Although Derek Jackson left Britain for tax purposes after the war, Kuhn remained at Oxford where he continued his research into atomic spectra with G.W. Series and G.K. Woodgate. Kuhn had become a lecturer at University College, Oxford in 1938 and he began tutoring students in physics in 1941. In 1950, Balliol College elected him as its first physics Fellow and its only refugee Fellow. Kuhn was elected FRS in 1954. He became a senior research fellow in 1969 and an emeritus fellow in 1971. Kuhn received the Holweck Prize in 1967. Germany restored his habilitation and Kuhn was given the status and pension of a full professor, but he declined offers to return to Germany.

Kuhn had published a textbook on atomic spectra in German, Atomspektren, in 1934. In 1962, he published an updated version, Atomic Spectra, in English; it was still widely used two decades later. Kuhn died in Oxford on 26 August 1994 after a long illness.

Kuhn’s obituary, written by Patrick Sanders, was published in the Indie on

Heinrich Gerhard Kuhn, physicist: born Breslau, Poland 10 March 1904; Lecturer in Physics, Gottingen University 1931-33; researcher, Clarendon Laboratory, Oxford 1933-71; Lecturer, University College, Oxford 1938-45; University Demonstrator, Oxford 1945-55; Fellow, Balliol College, Oxford 1950-71 (Emeritus); FRS 1953; Reader in Physics, Oxford University 1955-71 (Emeritus); Holweck Prize 1967; married 1931 Marie Nohl (two sons); died Oxford 26 August 1994.

IN 1933 Frederick Lindemann (later Viscount Cherwell) brought to the Clarendon Laboratory in Oxford from the horrors of Europe four outstandingly gifted physicists: Heinrich Kuhn, Nicholas Kurti, Kurt Mendelssohn and Franz (later Sir Francis) Simon. Their impact on Oxford physics was both immediate and long-lasting, and is still reflected in today’s Physics Department. Kuhn developed at Oxford a world centre for innovative high-resolution spectroscopy and laid the foundations for the present Atomic and Laser Department.

Kuhn was born and brought up in Silesia (now in Poland). His father was a lawyer and he had a comfortable and protected childhood. He showed an early interest in science and his first university studies were in chemistry at Greifswald University on the Baltic. But the subject lacked the precision which he found so satisfying and for his doctorate he changed field and university, studying physics under the Nobel Laureate James Franck at

Gottingen.

He continued at Gottingen for a further seven years, building up a substantial reputation in atomic and molecular spectroscopy. During this time he wrote a highly regarded text, Atomspektren (1934). In 1931 he married Mariela Nohl; theirs was an ideal partnership which triumphed over the difficulties to come.

Although Kuhn had a Christian upbringing, two of his grandparents were Jewish and in 1933 this required dismissal from his university post. Shortly thereafter, Lindemann invited him to come to Oxford under the scheme organised with support from ICI to bring emigres from Europe to work in England.

It was presumably Lindemann’s inspired idea that Kuhn would form an excellent partner for the wealthy but eccentric spectroscopist Derek Jackson. At first sight they were an unlikely pair, differing completely in background and lifestyle. But united by a common enthusiasm for their subject they struck up a most productive partnership, pioneering work on the use of atomic beams to reduce the line width of spectral lines and so make possible more accurate spectroscopic measurements. During this period, he also published important work of his own on the formation of spectral profiles. He was naturalised in 1939.

At the outbreak of the Second World War, ‘peacetime research’ at the Clarendon was replaced by work on radar. However the policy was not to employ ex-aliens, especially ex-enemy-aliens, on sensitive work. So when atomic bomb work took off in 1940, a majority of those available to work on it were not British-born, and Kuhn was among them. He made important contributions to the work on diffusion, developing reliable instruments to characterise the diffusion membranes.

After the war, he continued to work in the field of high-resolution optical spectroscopy, developing techniques based on the Fabry-Perot interferometer and applying them mainly to the study of atomic hydrogen, nuclear effects in atomic spectra and atomic collisions. The ingenuity and insight he brought to this programme kept the Clarendon in the forefront of the field for many years.

With his students and visitors, he developed optical coating technology, successfully excited spectra from minute quantities of separated isotopes, and worked on scanning interferometry. This last was particularly well-adapted to the study of spectral profiles, one of Kuhn’s early interests, and was later to allow his group to exploit the power of digital methods of recording and analysis. These greatly increased the scope and accuracy of all the group’s high-resolution work.

 This mastery of experimental techniques, combined with Kuhn’s instinct for an interesting problem, led to a series of critical studies of nuclear sizes and tests of collision theory. His style of supervision was to lead by example. He inspired admiration, respect and affection in his graduate students. He encouraged independence, but was ready with help and advice.

His book Atomic Spectra (1962), originally intended as an English version of his earlier publication, is quite remarkable in that it is a wide-ranging work of reference but written in a pedagogical style. Because of its emphasis on principles, it is still after 25 years widely used and quoted.

Kuhn always believed strongly that laboratory work must be central to the teaching of physics. Over the years, with his colleague George Series, he built up the Oxford atomic practical laboratory. Their philosophy of well-thought- out experiments supported by knowledgeable and caring demonstrators continues to underpin today’s very different course.

As early as 1938, Kuhn was appointed a College Lecturer at University College. In 1950, Balliol were looking for a physics tutor and elected him to a Fellowship. He started in a small way, though in charge of both physics and engineering. But Balliol were then expanding in science and over the years he established the engineering school in its own right and built up physics to the strong position which it has maintained to the present. He was an excellent tutor, conscientious and caring. His teaching was individual, without any concept of the modern production-line approach. In the early days he covered a large part of the syllabus. For a keen student, a tutorial was on occasion a marvellous opportunity to see a great physicist approach an unfamiliar problem. One learnt by example how to think about physics. Apart from losing one of his books, the only real crime was not to do one’s best. His sorrowful reproach was almost unbearable.

‘Heini’ Kuhn retired in 1971 and initially remained very active, writing and keeping in touch with developments in the laboratory and in spectroscopy. Alas, over the years this became less and less possible and he suffered a long and difficult illness through which he was supported by his close and devoted family.

Where the action was:

Clarendon Lab, Townsend building:

Clarendon Lab, Lindemann building:

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Derek Jackson’s father Sir Charles James Jackson (2 May 1849-23 April 1923) was a British businessman, collector, barrister, newspaper executive, politician, and writer. Jackson was born in Monmouth, the son of James Edward Jackson and his wife, Mary. The Jackson family owned a building company in Monmouth, but in 1860 moved to Cardiff. There they established a successful business, designing and constructing buildings and investing in commercial property. Charles Jackson described himself as an architect. In 1879 he stood as an Independent candidate for Roath ward on Cardiff Borough Council, but was not elected. However, in 1882 Jackson was elected as the Tory Councillor for the Cardiff East ward.

Charles stood down from the Council in 1887 to complete his barrister’s training. In 1888, he was called to the bar at the Middle Temple and thereafter developed his own practice on the South Wales legal circuit, as well as working on private Parliamentary bills relating to the building industry.

Middle Temple: Greville Janner and Ronnie Waterhouse, it’s the wind of no change again.

After Charles’s sister Helen married Henry Lascelles Carr, the owner of the Western Mail who later became the proprietor of the News Of The Screw, Charles Jackson became a Director of the Screws in 1893. In 1901, he moved to London and lived at Hampstead and later in Knightsbridge. Charles Jackson succeeded Carr as Chairman of the News of the World in 1902 and retained the post until his death.

Jackson’s investments in the Screws and his property holdings, made him a wealthy man and allowed him to indulge his passion for silver. He gradually built up a large collection, especially of silver spoons and made extensive studies of silver held by museums and in church and municipal collections. In 1890, Jackson read a paper to the Society of Antiquaries on the history of the spoon and Queen Victoria allowed her silver-gilt Coronation spoon to be displayed at the meeting. Jackson was elected as a Fellow of the Society of Antiquaries in 1891.

Jackson wrote authoritatively on the history of gold and silver objects. His first book was English Goldsmiths and their Marks, first published in 1905 and later republished several times in updated versions, most recently in 1989. Jackson also wrote An Illustrated History of English Plate, Ecclesiastical and Secular, published in 1911.

Jackson was influential in establishing the  National Museum of Wales and for helping ensure that it was based in Cardiff. THAT ROW – re aber n cardiff

Jackson agreed in 1922 to lend about a quarter of his collection of silver to the National Museum, which gradually added more of his pieces on loan until, in 1947, it completed the acquisition of his collection, holding it on behalf of the family trust. In 2001, the National Museum completed the purchase of half of the total collection.

Sir Charles Jackson was knighted in 1919 for services to the Red Cross during WW I. He died in 1923.

Charles Jackson was married twice, firstly to Agnes and then to Ada. With his second wife he had three children: Daphne, Vivian and Derek.

Charles Jackson features in the Dictionary of Welsh Biography:

Name: Charles James Jackson
Date of birth: 1849
Date of death: 1923
Spouse: Ada Elizabeth Jackson (née Williams)
Spouse: Agnes Catherine Jackson (née Martin)
Child: Diana Daphne Beatrix Holmes-Watson (née Jackson)
Child: Derek Ainslie Jackson
Child: Charles Vivian Jackson
Parent: Mary Ann Jackson (née Bass)
Parent: James Edwin Jackson
Gender: Male
Occupation: businessman and collector
Area of activity: Art and Architecture; Business and Industry; Law; Printing and Publishing
 

Born in Monmouth on 2 May 1849, the son of James Edwin Jackson (sometimes referred to as Edwin James Jackson) and Mary Ann Bass. The son of a leading builder in Monmouth, James Jackson had joined his father’s firm at a young age. Around 1860, Jackson moved to Cardiff and his son, Charles, became a builder with his father. Both father and son designed and constructed buildings, which allowed Charles Jackson to describe himself as an architect. The Jacksons established a flourishing business in Cardiff and invested heavily in property, particularly commercial property.

In 1879, Charles Jackson stood as an independent candidate in the Roath Ward on Cardiff Council but he came bottom of the poll. He was more successful on 1 November 1882 when he was elected the Conservative member for the East Ward of the council. Presenting himself as the largest ratepayer in the ward, Jackson promised in his campaign speeches that he would save money for the ratepayers. He kept his word when he persuaded the council to issue Cardiff Corporation bonds at 3% interest, which produced sufficient funds to redeem loans on which the council paid 5% interest. Jackson decided in 1885 that he would pursue a new career as a barrister and he stood down from the council in 1887. Despite his lack of an university education, Jackson proved himself to be an able student and he won prizes in both his second and third years. He was called to the bar at the Middle Temple in January 1888 and built up a practice on the South Wales circuit and as a parliamentary barrister on private bill work. With his background in the building trade, Jackson appeared frequently in building cases.

The proprietor of the Western Mail, Henry Lascelles Carr, had married Helen Sarah, the elder sister of Charles Jackson. Carr purchased the News of the World in 1891 and sent his nephew, Emsley Carr, to London as the Editor of the paper. Helen Carr died in 1900 and Lascelles Carr in 1902. Charles Jackson had invested in the News of the World and he had been made a Director of the paper in 1893. He was living in London by 1901 and succeeded Carr as Chairman of the paper. He attended the paper on the night of the weekly printing and gave tips of half-a-crown to the production and delivery staff to ensure that they caught the newspaper train. Charles Jackson remained Chairman of the paper until his death. Emsley Carr proved to be a very successful editor and Jackson’s investment in the News of the World, added to his property holdings in South Wales, made him a wealthy man.

Jackson’s great passion was silver. He was assiduous in studying silver held by museums and in ecclesiastical and municipal collections. Gradually, he built up his own collection, especially of spoons, and became a recognised expert in the field.. Around 1886, Jackson began to produce a history of English plate but he noticed that there was no accurate account of gold and silver marks available so he laid the history aside and began to compile an account of marks. English Goldsmiths and their Marks was published in 1905, followed by An Illustrated History of English Plate Ecclesiastical and Secular in 1911. Both books were influential in the development of silver studies. A second edition of the guide to marks was published in 1921. Jackson assumed that a further edition would appear after his death and he had specified that Llewelyn Davies, the agent for his Welsh properties, should assist in the preparation of future editions, because he had helped Jackson with the earlier books. In the event, a third edition of the guide to marks did not appear until 1989 when, edited by Ian Pickford, it was published under the title Jackson’s silver and gold marks of England, Scotland and Ireland. A pocket edition was published in 1994.

Charles Jackson was married twice. His first wife was Agnes Catherine Martin, described in the 1881 census returns for Cardiff as a British subject born in Boulougne. His second wife was Ada Elizabeth Williams, born at Cardiff in 1877, the daughter of Samuel Owen Williams, a railway weigher and later a hotel proprietor. When Jackson moved to London, he lived with his second wife in Hampstead and later at 6 Ennismore Gardens, Knightsbridge.

Jackson was knighted in 1919 for services to the Red Cross during the war. He died at his home in Ennismore Gardens on 23 April 1923 and was buried in Putney Vale Cemetery. Ada Elizabeth Jackson, a shadowy figure, died a year later, on 10 June 1924 and, following a funeral service at Brompton Place Church on 12 June, she was also buried in Putney Vale Cemetery. She bequeathed £5000 to Cardiff Royal Infirmary in memory of her husband, with the request that a children’s ward should be known as ‘Sir Charles and Lady Jackson Ward’.

The Jacksons had three children: Diana Daphne Beatrix, born in 1901, and the identical twins, Charles Vivian and Derek Ainslie, born on 23 June 1906. None of the children were christened because Jackson believed that they should take the decision themselves. Lord Riddell, who succeeded Charles Jackson as Chairman of the News of the World, had been named as guardian to the children if their mother died while they were still young. Riddell had been the London solicitor to the Western Mail and had a long-standing friendship with the Carrs and the Jacksons.

Daphne Jackson married Alan Holmes-Watson, an officer with the Royal Dragoons, in 1925. They had one daughter before Holmes-Watson died of heatstroke on 1 August 1931 while serving at Campbellpore in India. His widow married Jack Mason and, like her mother, she died young.

The twins, Vivian and Derek, were gifted children and their father encouraged them by providing the expensive equipment they needed for their scientific interests. Vivian Jackson graduated from Oriel College, Oxford, and found a position as an astrophysicist at Imperial College, London. In the autumn of 1927, he married Mary, the daughter of Bertram Roberts of Saltaire, but the marriage was brief. His second wife, whom he married on 10 June 1932, was Maria Stella Wynn, only child of the 5th Baron Newborough and they had one son.

The Newborough family own huge estates in north Wales; the family seats have included Glynllifon at Llandwrog, near Caernarfon and Rhug Farm near Corwen.

The 5th Baron Newborough was Thomas John Wynn, who inherited the title after his brother the 4th Baron, William Charles Wynn, died in 1916. Thomas Wynn married Vera Evelyn Mary Montague and they were Stella Wynn’s parents. Stella died at 69 years old on 6 Nov 1977.

In Oct 1977, Andrew Newton – who was allegedly paid to kill Norman Scott at the behest of Mr Thrope – was released from prison after serving his sentence for firearm offences that resulted from his Nov 1975 attempt to shoot Norman after shooting Rinka, Norman’s dog, dead on Exmoor and sold his story to the London Evening News. Newton’s claim that he had been paid “by a leading Liberal” to kill Scott caused a sensation, and led to a prolonged police investigation.

Thomas John Wynn also fathered Blanche-Neige Juno Odette Denisa Palma Wynn with Denisa Josephine Braun; Thomas and Denise married in 1937 and divorced in 1947. Blanche-Neige died married dentist Philip Wolfe-Parry; she died on 8 Oct 2014.

The 5th Baron Thomas John Wynn died on 25 April 1957 without male heirs; therefore the 6th Baron Newborough was Robert Vaughan Wynn, born in Corwen, the son of the Hon Charles Wynn, born at Glynllifon, who was the son of Spencer Bulkley Wynn the 3rd Baron. The Hon Charles Wynn lived at Rhug.

The 6th Baron, Robert Vaughan Wynn, who died on 27 Oct 1965 was the father of the 7th Baron, Robert Charles Michael Vaughan aka Micky Wynn. Micky Wynn was illustrious and a loyal supporter of the Gang in Modern Times; he went to Oundle School as did Sir Clough and many other supporters of the Gang (see eg. ‘The Wizard War’). Micky Wynn was the father of the current Lord Newborough, the 8th Baron, Robert Vaughan Wynn, an international capitalist who styles himself as an organic farmer and is a friend of Carlo. Lord Newborough runs Rhug Farm Shop, which sells the most expensive stuffed peppers in north Wales. Micky Wynn died on 11 Oct 1998. Read about the adventures – real and mythical – of Micky Wynn and his son Farmer Newborough of the Financial Centres of the Far East in my post ‘And Death Shall Have No Dominion’.

Vivian Jackson was killed at St. Moritz on 30 December 1936; he was in the company of Peggy Hopkins Joyce, an American actress, when he insisted on taking the reins of a horse drawn sleigh but the horses bolted and Vivian Jackson was thrown out and struck his head against a kilometre stone. He was cremated at Golders Green crematorium on 19 January 1937. The mourners included family, a few fashionable friends and Llewelyn Davies.

Derek Jackson graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge, but moved to Oxford University where he worked as a lecturer from 1934 to 1937 and as Professor of Spectroscopy from 1947 to 1957. For his considerable scientific achievements, he was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1947. He married Poppet, the daughter of Augustus John in 1931. His second wife, whom he married in 1936, was Pamela Freeman-Mitford, one of the famous Mitford sisters; they were divorced in 1951. His third wife was Janetta, formerly the wife of Robert Kee, the writer, and this marriage was dissolved in 1956. His fourth wife was Consuelo Regina Maria, former wife of Prince Ernest Ratibor Hohenloe Schillenfurst, and this marriage lasted from 1957 to 1959. His fifth wife, from 1966 to 1968, was Barbara Skelton, once married to the writer, Cyril Connolly. He married again, for the sixth and last time, in 1968, Marie-Christine, daughter of Baron George Reille. Derek Jackson had a daughter from his third marriage. After a distinguished career as a scientist and a successful career as an owner of racehorses, Derek Jackson died at Lausanne on 20 February 1982. During his last years, he greatly enjoyed watching Wales playing rugby on television.

Sir Charles Jackson left two important legacies on trust for his children: the shares in the News of the World and the silver collection. While guardian to the Jackson children, Lord Riddell persuaded a judge to allow the sale of a portion of the Jackson shares in the News of the World, presumably on the grounds that it was unwise for the trust to hold all its shares in one company. Lord Riddell himself purchased these shares and he bequeathed them to the Carr family. Derek Jackson resented this transaction by Riddell. He decided to sell his shares in 1969 and, when the Carr family declined to offer more than the market price, Jackson was happy to consider a higher price from Robert Maxwell. The Carr family asked Rupert Murdoch to assist them in defeating Maxwell’s attempt to take over the paper; Murdoch purchased Jackson’s shares at a satisfactory price.

Lord George Riddell was a ‘close confident and financial supporter of David Lloyd George’.

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

An interesting Fact: Cap’n Bob went overboard on 5 Nov 1991. Me – Tony Francis ruse??

The Cap’n was the Labour MP for Buckingham, 1964-70, while Wilson’s Gov’t was in power and concealing the criminality of Dafydd and Gwynne.

On 5 November 1991, Cap’n Bob was last in contact with the crew of his yacht at 4:25 a.m. local time, but was found to be missing later in the morning. The Cap’n was presumed to have fallen overboard from the vessel and his naked body was subsequently recovered from the Atlantic. The ruling at an inquest held in December 1991 was death by a heart attack combined with accidental drowning, although three pathologists had been unable to agree on the cause of the Cap’ns death at the inquest. The Cap’n was found to have been suffering from serious heart and lung conditions. Murder was ruled out and, in effect, so was suicide.

PM John Major said that the Cap’n had given him “valuable insights” into the situation in the Soviet Union during the attempted coup of 1991. Major added that the Cap’n was a “great character”. The Windbag, then Labour Party Leader, spoke of the Cap’n as a man with “a zest for life” who “attracted controversy, envy and loyalty in great measure throughout his rumbustious life.”

Cap’n Bob’s death triggered a flood of instability, with banks frantically calling in their massive loans. His sons, Kevin and Ian, struggled to hold the empire together, but were unable to prevent its collapse. It emerged that without adequate prior authorization, the Cap’n had used hundreds of millions of pounds from his companies’ pension funds to shore up the shares of the Mirror Group to save his companies from bankruptcy. Eventually, the pension funds were replenished with money from investment banks Shearson Lehman and Goldman Sachs, as well as the British Gov’t. This replenishment was limited and also supported by a surplus in the printers’ fund, which was taken by the Gov’t in part payment of £100 million required to support the workers’ state pensions. The rest of the £100 million was waived. Cap’n Bob’s theft of pension funds was therefore partly repaid from public funds. The result was that in general pensioners received about 50% of their company pension entitlement.

The Cap’ns companies filed for bankruptcy protection in 1992. Kevin Maxwell was declared bankrupt with debts of £400 million.

In November 1994, Cap’n Bob’s widow, Elisabeth, published her memoirs, A Mind of My Own: My Life with Robert Maxwell, which sheds light on her life with the Cap’n, when he was ranked as one of the richest individuals in the world.

On 4 Nov 1994 Dafydd obtained his injunction against me from Liverpool High Court on the grounds that I posed a threat to his life. Dafydd’s injunction contained no evidence of this except for his allegation that I had thrown a brick through his glass door in the early hours a few months previously. I had not, Dafydd had been told by the police that I could not have done it because I was known to be elsewhere at the time miles away and the MDU who acted for Dafydd also knew that I had not thrown the brick. Since beginning this blog I have been told that no-one threw the brick, it was planted. Dafydd’s injunction did however explain that F had blown a raspberry down the phone at him and that on one occasion F had told Dafydd that he was going to insert an ‘explosive devise’ into ‘his anus’ and told Dafydd ‘to take a deep breath and wait for that device to explode.’

In 1995, Kevin and Ian Maxwell and two other former directors of the Cap’ns ship as it were went on trial for conspiracy to defraud, but were unanimously acquitted by a twelve-man jury  on 19 Jan 1996. The trial cost £25 million; the acquittals stunned the Serious Fraud Office who had brought the case and there were suggestions that the failure of the case might signal the end of the SFO.

The Presiding Judge was Nicholas Phillips.

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Born 21 January 1938 (age 81)
Nationality Flag of the United Kingdom.svg British
Spouse(s) Christylle Rouffiac
Children 2, including Marie
Residence Hampstead, London
Alma mater King’s College, Cambridge

Nicholas Addison Phillips, Baron Phillips of Worth Matravers (born 21 January 1938) served as the inaugural President of the Supreme Court of the UK, October 2009-October 2012. Old Nick is also the last Senior Law Lord and the first Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales to be head of the English judiciary when that function was transferred from the Lord Chancellor in April 2006. Old Nick was Master of the Rolls, 2000-05. He sits as a crossbencher.

Old Nick was educated at Bryanston School; appointed a Governor of the school in 1975, he has been Chairman of its Governors since 1981. Old Nick undertook his National Service with the Royal Navy and the RNVR, after which he read law at King’s College, Cambridge. In 1962, Old Nick was called to the Bar at Middle Temple, thus joining Greville Janner and Ronnie Waterhouse.

Old Nick undertook pupillage at 2 Essex Court Chambers (with the Anglo-American QC, Waldo Porges) and subsequently obtained a Tenancy there, later moving to 1 Brick Court (now Brick Court Chambers). In 1973 Old Nick was appointed as Junior Counsel to the MoD and to the Treasury in Maritime and Admiralty matters. On 4 April 1978, Old Nick became a QC).

Old Nick’s maternal grandparents were Sephardic Jews who had eloped to Britain from Alexandria.

In 1982, Old Nick was appointed a Recorder and from 1987 – the year that Ollie Brooke was released early on appeal after LCJ Geoffrey Lane cut his sentence – was a full-time High Court judge on the Queen’s Bench Division.

Old Nick was Chairman of the Council of Legal Education, 1992-97.

Old Nick presided over several complex fraud trials as well as that covering the Mirror pension fund fraud, one of which was Barlow Clowes. CHECK

In 1995, Old Nick became a Lord Justice of Appeal and was appointed to the Privy Council. DATE 1995 of opening of Kevin and Ian’s trial??

On 12 January 1999, one year and one month before the Waterhouse Report was published, Old Nick was appointed a Lord of Appeal in Ordinary (a Law Lord) and became Baron Phillips of Worth Matravers, of Belsize Park in the London Borough of Camden. Old Nick succeeded Lord Henry Woolf as Master of the Rolls on 6 June 2000. See eg. ‘       ‘ for the lowdown on Lord Woolf and his links with the Gang.

Old Nick served as Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales, 2005-08, when he was reappointed as a Law Lord. From 2008, Phillips was the Senior Lord of Appeal in Ordinary until 1 Oct 2009, when he became the first President of the Supreme Court.

On 23 April 2011, Lilibet elevated Old Nick as a Knight Companion of the Order of the Garter on 23 April 2011.

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On 11 October 2011, Old Nick announced his retirement on 30 September 2012, almost four months before the mandatory retirement age. Operation Pallial opened in 2011.

After retiring from the bench, Phillips followed Lord Woolf as President of the Qatar International Court at Doha. Old Nick also acts as an arbitrator.

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In March 2012, the Government of Hong Kong SAR appointed Old Nick as a Non-Permanent Judge of the Hong Kong Court of Final Appeal. Old Nick also serves as President of the British Maritime Law Association and Chairman of the European Maritime Law Organisation.

Old Nick was awarded the International Jurist Award at the International Conference of Jurists 2007; the award was presented by the President Smt. Pratibha Patil at New Delhi.

Old Nick is married to Christylle Marie-Thérèse Rouffiac, with whom he has two daughters, and a stepson and stepdaughter, and lives in Hampstead. His daughter Marie is a novelist. Old Nick is a member of Brooks’s and the Garrick. Ronnie Waterhouse and Ronnie’s close friend and former Head of Chambers Sir William Mars-Jones spent a great deal of time in the Garrick. Mars-Jones HERE

Old Nick is a Liveryman of the Worshipful Company of Drapers and a Past Prime Warden of the Worshipful Shipwrights, as well as being an Honorary Fellow of the Society of Advanced Legal Studies, UCL, Hughes Hall, Cambridge and of King’s College, Cambridge.

Old Nick was also appointed the inaugural Distinguished Fellow and Visiting Professor of the Dickson Poon School of Law, King’s College London. He has received honorary degrees of LLD from Exeter (1998), Birmingham (2003), London (2004), Wake Forest University (2010), and the International Institute of Maritime Law, and of honorary degrees of DCL from City University, London (2003).

Old Nick served as Chancellor of Bournemouth University, 2009-18 and was succeeded by Kate Adie.

 

Elisabeth Maxwell died on 7 August 2013. Operational Pallial, the approaching Macur Review, me applying for the British Academy grant to conduct my Croesor fieldwork, Brown and me publishing about the psych system in north Wales… You get the picture.

Sir Charles Jackson wished to keep his silver collection intact. He lent items to the Victoria and Albert Museum and he may have intended, at one time, that the museum should hold the entire collection. When the National Museum of Wales opened its new building in Cardiff, Jackson agreed in 1922 to lend about one hundred items, a quarter of the collection, to the museum. Gradually, more of the collection came to Cardiff and, when the important collection of spoons was transferred to the National Museum in 1947, the entire collection was reunited. For the next sixty years, the collection was held by the National Museum, but owned by the Jackson family trust. In 2001, with the assistance of various grants, the museum purchased half of the collection, while the other half, still owned by the family trust, remains in the custody of the museum.

  • Charles Jackson’s entry for the Dictionary of Welsh Biography was written by David Lewis Jones.

My post ‘            ‘ discussed the biochemist Anne Beloff-Chain, sister of Lord Max Beloff – friend of Ioan Bowen Rees as well as Thatch – and John Beloff, also a friend of the Gang and their network. Anne was the wife of Ernst Boris Chain,  BRIEFLY

‘The Wizard War’ detailed how in 1985, Anne announced her intention to leave her academic post at WHERE ; in 1986 Anne arrived at the private University of Buckingham, Thatch’s flagship university which numbered Lord Max among those who founded it, along with her research team. I mentioned in ‘The Wizard War’ that Anne was funded by the Clore Foundation to establish a Dept of Biochemistry at the University of Buckingham, with Anne as the Prof.

The Clore Foundation is now known as the Clore Duffield Foundation

The Foundation has been distributing funds to charities since 1964. Founded by Sir Charles Clore, the Foundation is now chaired by his daughter, Dame Vivien Duffield.

Sir Charles Clore (26 December 1904-26 July 1979) was financier, retail and property magnate and philanthropist. Clore was of Lithuanian-Jewish background, the son of a Whitechapel tailor who had emigrated to London. Charles Clore owned, through Sears Holdings, the British Shoe Corporation and Lewis’s department stores (which included  Selfridges), as well as investing heavily in property.

Sir Charles owned Jowett Cars Ltd , 1945–47 where he was known as “Santa Clore” for his much anticipated financial investment. His philanthropic trust, the Clore Foundation, is a donor to arts and Jewish community projects in Britain and abroad. The Clore Gallery at Tate Britain in London, which houses the world’s largest collection of the works of J.M.W. Turner, was built in 1980–87 with £6 million from Clore and his daughter and £1.8 million from the British Gov’t.

Sir Charles and his wife Francine had two children, Vivien and Alan Evelyn Clore. Clore Shipping Company had two oil tankers, the Vivien Louise and the Alan Evelyn.

Upon Sir Charles’ death in July 1979 – the month after Mr Thrope was acquitted at the Old Bailey – Inland Revenue sued, claiming he was British domiciled (he had claimed Monaco domicile), in order to collect inheritance taxes. The Court upheld the Inland Revenue position.

In September 1980 thieves stole 19 paintings from Clore’s Monaco apartment, including works by Renoir, Monet, Pissarro and Utrillo. Clore’s butler was found lying on the floor of the apartment after the theft, claiming that he had been attacked by the thieves, but was later found to have collaborated with them. The butler later committed suicide in Monaco’s prison. I have not yet dug further into this matter, so I have no idea whether this crime and suicide was the sort of ‘crime’ and ‘suicide’ experienced by so many people who had crossed the path of Dafydd and Gwynne.

Clore’s wiki states that he was ‘loosely connected’ to the Profumo Affair, being a client of Christine Keeler. Clore being a client of Christine would put him at the centre of the Profumo Affair, rather than a sort of bystander who had once lagged Christine’s pipes for her.

[Clore was depicted in Andrew Lloyd-Webber‘s musical based on the affair, Stephen Ward the Musical. In 2014 Clore’s daughter, Vivien Duffield, saw the musical with William Astor, whose father, William Astor, 3rd Viscount Astor, was also depicted.[12] ]

Clore owned several good racehorses, notably Valoris which won the Epsom Oaks in 1966.

Dame Vivien Louise Duffield (née Clore; born 26 March 1946) was born to Charles Clore and the heroine of the French resistance, the former Francine Halphen. Vivien was educated at the Lycee Francais, Heathfield School and Lady Margaret Hal, Oxford.

Vivien married financier John Duffield and they had two children, Arabella and George. The marriage ended in divorce in 1976. From 1973 until 2005, Vivien was in a relationship with Sir Jocelyn Stevens, MD of Express Newspapers and Chairman of English Heritage.

After her father’s death in 1979, Vivien Duffield assumed the Chairmanship of the Clore Foundations in the UK and in Israel. In the UK she also established her own Vivien Duffield Foundation in 1987; the two foundations merged in 2000 to become the Clore Duffield Foundation.

Dame Vivien’s UK Foundation has supported a wide range of organisations including the Royal Opera House, Tate, the Royal Ballet, the British Museum, the Natural History Museum, Dulwich Pucture Gallery, the Southbank Centre, the Tower of David Museum in Jerusalem, Israel and Eureka! The National Children’s Museum. The Foundation has funded dozens of Clore Learning Centres across the UK and leadership training, having launched the Clore Leadership Programme for the cultural sector in 2003 and the Clore Social Leadership Programme in 2008.

In addition to the Chairmanship of her Foundation, Dame Vivien was a member of the Board of the Royal Opera House, 1990-2001 and is currently Chairman of the Royal Opera House Endowment Fund. JEREMY ISAACS – CHECK DATE

Dame Vivien is a Director of the Southbank Centre board and a Governor of the Royal Ballet. From 2007 to 2010 she was Chair of The Campaign for Oxford, Oxford University. The Dame is the founder of JW3, London’s new Jewish Community Centre, which opened on the Finchley Road in October 2013.Vivien is Chairman of the Clore Foundation in Israel.

A 2005 ‘London Evening Standard’ article estimated that Dame Vivien and the Foundations that she controls had donated in excess of £176 million. In March 2011, amid heavy Gov’t cuts on the arts, the Dame donated £8.2 million for educational purposes to 11 arts institutions. Following her departure from the Board of the Royal Opera House, Covent Garden, Duffield subsequently donated £1M to the re-development of the London Coliseum.

Dame Vivien Duffield’s charitable work has been formally acknowledged by many institutions, both in the UK and in Israel. She was appointed a CBE in 1989, promoted to DBE in 2000 and in 2008 Carlo presented Dame Vivien with one of the first Medals for Arts Philanthropy.

In 2006, the Dame was awarded the Beacon Fellowship Prize. In February 2013 the Dame was named as being on the ‘Woman’s Hour’ Power List, so she really had arrived.

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In 2017 the Dame was appointed an Honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Art.

A quick google throws up an impressive collection of transparently gratuitous, obsequious media ‘profiles’ of the Dame of which one would have thought that any self-respecting journo or editor would be ashamed. The articles are so vomit-inducing that I’m reproducing a few here; in view of the Dame’s position as a member of the Gang’s mycelia, it is worth noting when these pieces were published.

An article published by the Indie on 2 Feb 1993 has disappeared from the internet, so someone somewhere must have realised that there is something incriminating in that one. The Gang were busy in early 1993; the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire that didn’t exist in 1992 and Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon, son of Lord Kenyon, died from AIDS in early 1993. Thomas was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales. Thomas never faced charges, but then his dad was a member of the North Wales Police Authority, the most senior Freemason in north Wales, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, a JP, President of UCNW, a Director of Lloyd’s Bank and many other things as well. Lord Kenyon was a big player in the arts, for decades he held leading roles on the boards of museums, galleries etc. the Dame will have known him. See previous posts…

Jan 1993 saw Dr Tony Jones, a marine geologist from UCNW who was mates with many Gang members, including corrupt police officers and Top Docs in Gwynedd, star in a Michael Aspel ‘This Is Your Life’ episode, a most unlikely subject for such a programme. Tony Jones was not universally popular in north Wales; he referred to black students as niggers and for a laugh got some of his police officer mates to wrongfully arrest a student who had pissed him off and hold him in the cells overnight before releasing him without charge. One event that was mentioned on ‘This is Your Oliver Reed-like Life’ to provide an insight into Tony’s life-saving talents – the whole episode stressed how many lives Tony had saved in his work with the Ogwen Valley Mountain Rescue Team – was the night that he and his mates got pissed and one of them tattooed Tony’s bum.

It was in early 1993 that F was denied all access to his own baby as a result of fallacious allegations made by people whom Gwynedd Social Services and the North Wales Police admitted had a record of child abuse. F was openly harassed by these people, they spent a while running up substantial bills in his name and I was left to pay those bills – F having been fleeced of his property and money by them by Dec 1992 – and I was later threatened by WPC Jo Bott, the Gwynedd Child protection officer. F and I were arrested and charged as a result of a Gwynedd social worker, Jackie Brandt perjuring herself. Because Brandt had previous re such activities, it’s taken me a while to realise that her statement to the police was made either just before or immediately after Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died and we were only interviewed by the police some three weeks after Brandt went to the police. Which was about the time that F raised concerns re the welfare of his baby with the GPs in Bethesda, the Hergest Unit and Gwynedd Social Services. See previous posts…

The Dame starred in ‘The Observer’ on 28 May 2000 when Tim Adams grovelled but got in a few stings along the way. The Waterhouse Report was published in Feb 2000.

Tim wrote:

Mrs Vivien Duffield, a student of medieval philology, recently added a new verb to the lexicon. Describing the decision by the Royal Opera House not to renew her term of office as director and stormtrooping fundraiser she said she’d been ‘Nolanised’. Her reference was to Lord Nolan’s recommendation that there should be a maximum term for non-executive directors to serve on the boards of public institutions. But many observers of the politics of Covent Garden have been quick to suggest less mundane causes for Mrs Duffield’s forthcoming Floral Hall defenestration. Some have surmised that the formidable 54-year-old heiress has rather been ‘Southgated’ (by the ROH’s Chairman, Sir Colin, with whom she has enjoyed several public run-ins over the years). Others have wondered if she had perhaps been ‘Kaisered’ (by Covent Garden’s Chief Executive, Michael, the grinning American ‘Turnaround King’). Most, however, guessed it was probably a combination of the two.

The House itself argues that reports of Mrs Duffield’s demise have been greatly exaggerated; a spokesman explains that there has been ‘a great deal of reasoned debate among board members about Mrs Duffield’s future: if we made an exception for her we’d have to make an exception for everyone’; and that, anyway, some announcement of a possible ‘new role’ would occur at a dinner being given in her honour on 7 June, when her chairmanship of the Trust and Development committee ends. Still, given that in the nine years of Mrs Duffield’s formal association with the House no internal personnel decision has come without its share of melodrama, it seemsentirely appropriate that her final departure from the board, which will officially occur next January, should be preceded by rumour and intrigue.

Vivien Duffield’s relationship with her beloved institution could hardly have been more eventful or more intense (‘I shall die with the Opera House written on my heart like Mary Tudor and Calais’ she likes to observe, and means it). Having originally pledged £45 million to the rebuilding fund along with David Sainsbury, she subsequently set herself the spectaculartarget of raising a further £55 million – in all nearly half of the eventual cost of the new theatre, which opened last year. That this target was achieved against a backdrop of perhaps the most negative press any arts institution has ever suffered says much about her powers of persuasion.

While she was doggedly getting her foot in the door of corporate boardrooms and bullying rich friends into making donations, the ROH itself was the subject of widespread ridicule that began when it opened its doors to a BBC TV crew to film The House in 1996, and snowballed as damning official reports of mismanagement came and directors and chairmen went. By the time the curtain fell on the old House, and while the new one was still a building site, the Guardian was gleefully penning arias that tended to rhyme ‘no music to conduct’ with ‘this opera house is f-‘.

Duffield, who stole the show in The House with her twinset tirades as she prepared her legendary gala evenings, was a robust symbol of continuity throughout this bleak, comical period. She argues with some justification that ‘most of the big money was really given to me’, rather than to the House itself, a statement which says much about her admirably direct fundraising approach.

While she was evangelising the rebuilding programme, she noticed that friends would ‘shrink from me at parties… There is an element of “Oh God if I don’t give the old cow something for her opera house, she won’t give something to me for my pet cause.”‘

And if Duffield would not take no for an answer, she was also not, by nature, the kind of benefactor who signed cheques and slipped away anonymously. ‘Hands on,’ says one former colleague, ‘does not begin to describe her approach.’ She installed herself in an office at the Opera House while reconstruction was taking place, and frequently threatened to withdraw her crucial funding if things were not running her way.

After one public falling out with Southgate over the question of the suspension of performances while the new building was completed, Duffield threatened to turn the future of the company into a personal battle of wills, describing New Labour, which had appointed Southgate, as‘dishonest’ in its treatment of the House. At the time ‘government sources’ responded by saying: ‘If it comes to a confrontation, we might have to dispense with Vivien Duffield. We cannot have backers accounting for 10 per cent of this project dictating terms to us.’ Duffield countered by saying that while ‘governments may come and go… the need for foundations such as mine will continue’.

Though these animosities were eclipsed by the fanfare and goodwill that attended the opening of the new building, it would not need a conspiracytheorist to suggest that they may have resurfaced now that the dust has settled, and the question of Mrs Duffield’s future has come up. Vivien Duffield has never had a great deal of time for bureaucracy. In this sense she is her father’s daughter. Sir Charles Clore was the original buccaneering capitalist, son of a Lithuanian Jewish émigré to the East End. He started his property business by acquiring the Cricklewood Ice Rink in 1926, and by the time of his death in 1979, after pursuing a rapacious takeover policy, he controlled an empire that included ships and Selfridges and a virtual monopoly of high street shoe shops.

In later years, after his marriage to Francine Halphen, a beautiful heroine of the French resistance, had dissolved in 1957, Clore cut a lonely figure, and lavished protective attention on his daughter. He often escorted her to society functions and threw a spectacular ball for her twenty-first birthday at the London Hilton, a hotel he had built.

The pair disagreed, however, over what Vivien should do with her life. Clore left his daughter, she once explained, with easily ‘enough money to do nothing but go to Chanel and Cartier and shop all day, to have lunch with my girlfriends, to have my hair done, my nails done, my body done, mynose bobbed and do nothing else. But…’

That but spoke volumes. Vivien was anxious to persuade her father to let her take over the running of his companies after his death. To this end and against his wishes, having studied medieval languages at Oxford, she took herself off to the University of California at Berkeley to take a business degree. Her father, to her regret, remained unconvinced, holding to his view that the boardroom was no place for a woman.

Instead he bequeathed his daughter a slice of his personal fortune and entrusted her with the running of his already significant charitablefoundation. She responded by giving away tens of millions to pet projects including the Eureka! children’s museum in Halifax, the Clore Gallery at the Tate, many individual charities in Israel, and her current £7 m programme to establish and promote the education departments of major galleries and museums (this after a survey showed that 80 per cent of children in secondary schools had never been to a gallery or museum: ‘the most appalling thing I’d ever read’, Mrs Duffield suggested).

Not half as appalling as the drivel that has been published about you Dame Vivien.

Her giving tends to favour the grand gesture – she bought, for example, a new football stadium to mark the mayor of Jerusalem’s eightieth birthday – and this flamboyance extends to her private life. Duffield is almost as famous for her parties as her philanthropy. For her fortieth birthday she took 110 friends to Venice where she chartered a small liner to cruise the Med. When her long-time partner Sir Jocelyn Stevens – former MD of Express Newspapers – turned 50 they took 130 guests to Gstaad for a ball where every table was decorated with a tree of diamonds and sapphires and a band serenaded them from a platform floating in swimming pool.

Stevens, who Duffield moved in with after her marriage to the financier John Duffield ended in 1976, enjoys a combative relationship with his partner. Once, when he kept her waiting in the lobby of the Express, she dispatched a message to inform him that if he did not appear immediately she would be forced to buy his newspaper and fire him.

The pair are, however, by most accounts, and despite regular incendiary dinner party rows, very loyal and contented. It seems that it is in Mrs Duffield’s nature to shower her gifts upon – and rail most fiercely against – the things she loves the best. It seems unlikely that there will be a shortageof beguiling new suitors when her long affair of the heart with the Opera House finally comes to an end.

‘The Guardian’ published a toadying piece by Dan Glaister on 15 Nov 2001. The Gang had embarked upon yet another Cunning Plan re me at the time after I’d completed teacher training at Bangor University in May 2001, designed to force me out of teaching along with a conviction for a very serious offence resulting in a lengthy prison sentence.

The woman sitting at the table looks out of place. Dressed in a sober but stylish brown two-piece, her blonde hair neatly flicked, an incongruous ornamental pineapple pinned to her lapel, Vivien Duffield exudes calm, power, authority and, most of all, wealth. But there is something awry. A glance around the room confirms that things are not as they should be. She points to the walls and adopts a stage whisper: “The colour,” she hisses, “and the lights – they’re too bright.”

She has a point. But never fear, Dame Vivien is here to help. Ousted from herhabitual home at the Royal Opera House, Duffield has popped up down the road at the “other place”, the London Coliseum, home to English National Opera. It is, to put it mildly, a surprise. Vivien Duffield, the grande dame of Bow Street, the woman who brought the great and the good – and most importantly their money – to Covent Garden, is slumming it in the frayed world of the Coliseum. In the game of moving and shaking and money-jiggling that is so central to opera, the poaching of Covent Garden’s chief fundraiser is a coup for the more down-at-heel venue.

Duffield has travelled the few hundred yards to the Coliseum to donate £1m towards its redevelopment. Her money will go into the £41 m pot – including £23 m from the Lottery – that will see the Coliseum transformed from a cramped, dysfunctional yet endearingly tatty turn-of-the-century variety house into a less cramped, super-efficient, sleek and shiny temple of lyric theatre. The redevelopment will see the Coliseum’s auditorium restored and its front of house expanded by 40%, with the addition of a restaurant and roof terrace. At least, that’s the plan.

Duffield, 55, hit the headlines at the end of the 1990s, at the Royal OperaHouse’s nadir: as the chair of the ROH’s fundraising trust, she raised £100m for the House’s redevelopment, more than matching the sum provided by the National Lottery. But as the work became mired in political controversy and management ineptitude, she came under fire: her bustling dynamism was interpreted as bullying bombast. The new proletarian broom at the redubbed “People’s Opera” decreed that Dame Vivien and her moneyed friends presented the wrong sort of image to a critical outside world. The new oikish tendency, headed by chairman Sir Colin Southgate and prompted by the department of culture, manoeuvred Duffield out of the House. She was forced to leave the board at the beginning of this year, and the trust is being gently wound down. The House kept her money.

“No, it’s not a surprise to see me here at all,” she says. “It’s a logical development. Look, I care passionately about opera, I love opera. Why wouldn’t I give money to the ENO? When we were starting our redevelopment we went to everyone. You can’t be proud. You have to ask everyone who you think might help.”

So the move to the Coliseum should not be interpreted as a slap in the face for Covent Garden? “Absolutely not. It has nothing to do with it. We’re not here to talk about the Opera House.”

Did she feel betrayed? How does she feel about the high-profile involvement of Cuban-American philanthropist Alberto Vilar with the Opera House? Her bright, hard features crumple slightly. Her posture softens and a Thatcheresque tear glistens in her eyes. “Look, I’m tired,” she says. “I want to retire from all this. I’m going to go away for a week. We have some wonderful educational projects in Israel. And our work in Halifax is very exciting.”

Halifax was on the manor of the big Yorkshire ring directly linked to the Gang in north Wales. The Yorkshire contingent found many eager helpers in Halifax, including Judge John Pickles, as discussed in previous posts. MPs for Halifax were always keen to join the party; they included the former Angel Alice Mahon (one of those who was loudest in her support of the Caring Angels Of Ashworth and the cross that they had to bear), Shirley Summerskill (Nice Lady Doctor who was the daughter of Famous Pioneering Lady Doctor, Edith) and dear old Maurice Macmillan, son of Harold. See previous posts.

The work in Halifax is the Eureka! project, a children’s museum that the Clore Duffield Foundation helped set up. The foundation was bequeathed to Duffield by her father, the property magnate Charles Clore, who owned the Sears empire, including Selfridges. He didn’t want his daughter to take over the family business, the boardroom, he thought, not being a place for a woman. Instead she was left a fortune now estimated at £45m, and the running of a charitable foundation that distributes around £8m a year in Britain.

The gift to ENO sits comfortably in the Clore portfolio alongside other educational works, from small-scale donations to the likes of the National Children’s Art Awards and the Children’s Music Workshop, to larger, higher-profile awards to Tate Britain (where the Clore gallery hosts the Turner collection), Tate Modern, the Dulwich Picture Gallery, the National Gallery and the National Theatre.

Covent Garden is still getting £130,000 a year for a schools matinee programme, but it should be kicking itself. Duffield may have been “a thorn in its side” – her words – but she did deliver, and she still, despite all the problems, has the place in her blood. “I shall die with the Opera House written on my heart, like Mary Tudor and Calais,” she once said. It may be melodramatic, but Duffield has a gift for the large gesture. Aside from the financial flamboyance, she and partner Sir Jocelyn Stevens are renowned for their lavish parties and public rows. For her 50th birthday party a medieval banquet and pageant was staged in which actresses portrayed great women from history and mythology – Cleopatra, the goddess Diana, Queen Victoria – all wearing masks bearing an image of Duffield’s face.

Surely the greatest role model of all wasn’t omitted?

half-length portrait of Margaret Thatcher

Isn’t it time that someone asked the Dame why she feels the need to  spend good money on ludicrous things like having bands serenading her and masks of her mug worn by luvvies pretending to be questionable historical figures? Everyone likes to have their mates over to have a few nibbles, but the Dame is so excessive that it’s pathological.

Duffield’s sense of attachment, almost ownership over the Opera House is easily roused. Asked if the redevelopment at the Coliseum can retain the weathered charm of the existing building, she takes it as an opportunity to enthuse about the new Covent Garden. “Do you know, it has the busiest restaurant in London? No, I couldn’t believe it either! But it’s true! And the bars are proper bars now. We get all sorts of people coming in. It’s wonderful.”

Her conversation is laced with references to “we” and “us”; the family she is alluding to, it soon becomes clear, is at Covent Garden, not the Coliseum. She was drawn to the ENO cause by an old Opera House chum, Nicholas Payne, formerly director of the Royal Opera and now general director of ENO (“He’s a trained accountant, you know,” she says with some glee). But her knowledge of the rest of ENO seems sketchy at best. She doesn’t appear to have heard of ENO music director Paul Daniel, and has only a passing acquaintance with the company’s repertoire. This may not be a bad thing.

“What do you think of singing in English?” she asks, her voice falling to aconspiratorial whisper. “I love Russian [ENO is currently staging a production of War and Peace]. When we went to St Petersburg the sound of the language was extraordinary. But English…. it doesn’t work. I can’t understand what they’re saying. Can you understand what they’re saying? Can you?”

But while she may not have much time for one of ENO’s defining characteristics – its quest to bring opera to the masses in their own language – she identifies wholeheartedly with its other mission. “The education work is so important,” she proclaims. “When I was at school in France we went to the Louvre once a week. So when I came to study here I was able to breeze through history of art because I’d already seen all the great pictures. Nowadays arts education is in an awful state. I really do think the work the ENO does in education is very important.”

Accordingly, her £1m will be earmarked for an education space in the Coliseum, carved out of a part of the building now occupied by pigeons. It will be known as the Clore Education Room. Is she embarrassed to have the family name on the front of so many buildings? “Oh, the naming thing,” she sighs. “I really don’t mind. If that’s what they want… I would never ask for it, but if that’s the way they want to do it…”

I do not believe that the push to splash the name ‘Clore’ over everything emanated entirely from the recipients of the dosh. Recipients of dosh do indeed do that sort of thing but it is because it usually goes down so well with those who have donated the dosh and is a highly effective way of loosening the purse strings in the future. It is also highly symbolic; it terrifies the minions employed by the organisations in receipt of the money and serves as a big warning sign that those who have pissed the donor off Shall Not Pass.

For ENO, the endorsement is big news. Put the Clore name up in the building and it sends a message to the respectable money that it can afford to be seen there.

Piss Off those who have fallen out with the Dame or her mates.

ENO chairman Martin Smith, who himself has given £1m to the redevelopment, says: “People don’t do this for political reasons. It’s pour encourager les autres. That’s why Vivien Duffield is important: it’s like a Good Housekeeping seal of approval.”

 Which is er highly political.

Vivien Duffield doesn’t bear grudges. “I used to,” she says, “but I stopped. It doesn’t do you any good. I just think: after they’re all gone, I’ll still be there, because it couldn’t have happened without me.” She is talking, of course, about the Royal Opera House – she raised more than £100m for its £214m rebuild – even though new projects have long since taken Covent Garden’s place in her plans. The Clore Duffield Foundation, which she runs, sponsors the annual Artworks programme, now in its fifth year. Next weekend, Trafalgar Square will be transformed into an enormous open-air art studio for children; and on Thursday, schools all over the country will be marking Children’s Art Day with art-based activities. Artworks also includes the Young Artists of the Year awards and research projects.

Duffield is the individual who dreamt up and pushed through the Clore Leadership Programme, which is intended to train the cultural messiahs of the future. The first batch was unveiled earlier this month, and now Chris Smith, the former Culture Secretary, has taken it on.

Chris Smith made a name for himself as being one of the first MPs to come out as gay and the first one to declare himself HIV+. This elicited many warm wards about Chris’s bravery and honesty, so many warm wards that no-one asked Chris, an MP for the Islington area, what he knew about the vicious paedophile/trafficking gang that existed in Islington children’s homes for decades, specialising in forcing children into sex work, thus ensuring a generous supply of young male rent boys who were known to be providing services to all sorts of high profile gay men. It was the ring ignored by Little Nell, by Jack Straw, by Miranda, by Jeremy Corbyn and so many more. Children and witnesses were murdered and the ring had links to the Gang in north Wales. Chris would not have had to have been part of the ring to have known about it.

As in north Wales, all politicians knew and a gay man living in the area would definitely have known. I know a man who worked in Islington as a youth worker in the 1970s and he knew about it and he also knew a great deal about Little Nell. He relocated to north Wales in 1979 and has had as much trouble with the Gang as I had. Partly I am sure because he was known to have raised concerns about what he knew was happening to me; I was touched when I saw an e mail addressed to Those In High Places which included the line ‘I have watched Sally Baker abused for years’, but I was smugly told by an ex-Angel that the sender would not be receiving any NHS care no matter how ill he was. Indeed he didn’t, he had to go abroad and pay for treatment. It took a long while before it sunk in that like me, this man had witnessed the wrongdoing of the Big Boys at the London end of the operation and like me, he didn’t raise that formally but he did openly chat to people in north Wales about it being appalling and a very bad experience.

She is also the co-chairman, with Lord Hollick, of the South Bank Centre’s appeals committee; it is her job to raise the final £20m to refurbish the Royal Festival Hall, a much tougher task than raising the £100m for the Royal Opera House. In May, she set the ball rolling with a £5m donation from her foundation. “I’m under no illusions,” she says: “why do you think I was asked on to the board?”

The Royal Opera House was clearly her big love, the place where shemasterminded great galas and lavish parties for people with wealth-management problems. Her reward for achieving the biggest fundraising goal ever in this country was to be made a dame in 2000.

On 24 Feb 2000, BBC Wales ran a news item:

Waterhouse: council chief stays off work


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The report said Gethin Evans “failed to protect” children in care

Gethin was Lucille Hughes’s henchman in Gwynedd Social Services during the 1980s. Gethin was a leading light in the Quakers who met at the Bangor Quaker house; Dr Paul Nickson, a GP from Bethesda attended the Bangor Quaker house as well. I have been told that Gethin openly intimidated Social Services staff into freezing out potential whisteblowers.

A council’s social services chief named in the Waterhouse report into child abuse is to continue to stay away from work.

 By the time that the Waterhouse Report was published, Gethin had been appointed as Director of Social Services for Ceredigion County Council.

The Waterhouse report into widespread child abuse in children’s homes in north Wales during the 70s and 80s named a number of council officials for “failing to protect” children in their care. One of those named was Gethin Evans who was, at the time, in charge of child care in Gwynedd.

So what could be more logical than to give Gethin his very own Social Services Dept to play with in the neighbouring local authority that hosted Aberystwyth University, the institution churning out so many of the bent lawyers who colluded with Gethin and Lucille’s Gang of abusers?

Gethin was one of the movers and shakers behind the targeting of F; I have been told that Gethin knew of me as well.

Author of the report Sir Ronald Waterhouse QC Sir Ronald Waterhouse heard evidence for over a year
He is currently employed by Ceredigion County Council as its director of social services.

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Who appointed Gethin as Director of Ceredigion Social Services after so many allegations that a huge paedophile ring was operating under his nose in Gwynedd?
Perhaps this lady might know, she served on Aberystwyth Town Council from 1992 -99 and was the youngest-ever Mayor of Aberystwyth, 1997-98. She has lived in Ceredigion for years, has a Masters from Aber University and was a Director of Radio Ceredigion and of Wes Glei Cyf, a TV production company:
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Elin Jones was elected as the AM for Ceredigion on 6 May 1999 when the Welsh Assembly opened its doors. One of the Experts In Local Gov’t who advised on the establishment of the Welsh Assembly was Ioan Bowen Rees, Lucille and Gethin’s boss. In May 2016, Elin was elected Presiding Officer of the Welsh Assembly. Ioan was not there to see Elin take her place in Wales’s Parliament, having died on 4 May 1999. Bechod!!!
Elin is not the highest profile Mayor that Aberystwyth has had. Sue Jones-Davies, better known as Judith Iscariot in ‘The Life Of Brian’ – the girl whom Brian’s mum Mandy finds in bed with Brian – was Mayor, 2008-09. Judith now serves as an Aber Town Councillor. Judith grew up in Pembrokeshire – at one point covered by Dyfed County Council – and like D.G.E. Wood, is a Bristol University graduate.

 

Upon taking up office as Mayor of Aber, Judith was informed that the town had banned ‘The Life Of Brian’ and prohibited it for nearly 30 years because of her nude scene. She reversed the ban. In July 2008 Judith was interviewed on BBC Radio Wales and BBC Radio 2 about the film and its status in Aberystwyth. She was also profiled on BBC Radio 4’s ‘Woman’s Hour’.

2008: Paedophiles In Distress, Paedophiles In Distress, Assistance, Assistance! Charlie Falconer and Betty Williams to Bangor University please for a public lecture after which Betty will smugly tell everyone that Nerys is dying. Plans to shaft Merfyn after her death are afoot!!

Ooh well I never, Judith Iscariot is now Mayor of Aber, ah, remember the film that made her famous with the zany Pythons, one of whom, Terry Jones, was from Colwyn Bay? For Christ’s sake don’t mention that Graham Chapman molested underaged boys throughout his whole life and was even interviewed by an interfering policeman about it on one of Zany Graham’s regular climbing trips to Snowdonia. Graham boasted of silencing that plod by telling him that he was a Top Doctor.

Image result for How very dare You derekZany Graham was indeed a Top Doc; after Cambridge and the elite paedophile ring there – think Master of Trinity College, Rab Butler et al – he qualified at Bart’s, where Dafydd’s mates, including Lady Juliet Bingley’s dad the surgeon Reginald Vick and Dafydd’s other mates Profs Anthony Clare and Linford Rees, facilitated a sex abuse ring. Prof Linford was the father of 1970s siren Angharad Rees of Poldark fame; Angharad married luvvie Christopher Cazenove who starred in ‘Dynasty’ with Joan Collins no less. Lord Snowdon’s granddad Robert Armstrong-Jones who grew up in north Wales qualified as a Top Doc at Barts and Lord S’s dad, the barrister Ronald Armstrong-Jones, was a Governor of Bart’s. See previous posts.

Graham’s colleague John Cleese was a good friend of and co-authored with the psychiatrist Robin Skynner. Skynner and his wife Prue were mates with the Gang and undoubtedly knew of organised abuse and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Skynner ran a therapy group for clergymen with marital problems, which was a cover for clergy who were sexually assaulting people. Prue was so well thought of by Ollie and his mates at St George’s that they named a clinic after her. See previous posts.

Judith Iscariot met her former husband, the actor and writer Chris Langham, at Bristol University; he was a fellow student. Chris is a well-known writer and actor but in later life became even more well-known as a sex offender.

On 29 November 2005, Langham was arrested by Kent Police in connection with Operation Ore, a police operation into credit card customers paying to access indecent and abusive images of children on the internet. The arrest was first reported in the press on 16 December 2005, in response to which Langham’s lawyer read a statement in which he said that he was innocent, and pointed out that he had not been charged. On 11 May 2006, he was charged with 15 counts of “making indecent images” (a legal term meaning to download and store indecent images as distinct from the act of photography) of children.

The trial took place during July and August 2007. Part of Langham’s defence to these charges in court was that they were research on a Peeping Tom character for a TV comedy. Langham’s former co-star/writer Paul Whitehouse confirmed that the character was referred to as a “peeping tom” who was prone to highly dubious sexual behaviour. Whitehouse stated that the character was not intended to be a paedophile, nor was he personally aware of Langham obtaining such material for the development of the programme’s script. The prosecutor, Richard Barraclough QC, asked Mr Whitehouse, “Did Mr Langham ever discuss with you that he was undertaking any research for the shows?” “Not to my knowledge, no.” Mr Whitehouse replied at Maidstone Crown Court.

Langham had paid with his credit card for access to a site entitled “European Lolita Sex” in 1999. On the evening that the public was made aware of the scope of Operation Ore, Langham had contacted police to report his “concern” about spam emails, with links to paedophile sites, which he said he was receiving. The prosecution said that he had contacted police because he had “panicked” and “wanted to give the impression of being a good citizen”.

Langham trial also saw him accused of having sex with an under-age girl in upmarket hotels, his West End dressing room, his car and his home. The accuser claimed this had started when she was 14 years old. Langham denied the charges and the jury accepted his account that he only had sex with her when she was 18, clearing him of six counts of indecent assault and two counts of buggery between January 1996 and April 2000.

On 2 August 2007, Langham was found guilty on charges of possessing child pornography. He was sentenced to 10 months in prison and was placed on the Sex Offenders Register for 10 years. Before sentencing, the judge said that “some of the children viewed are clearly prepubescent… The worst video was 15 minutes long and it showed in quite graphic detail the sadistic brutalisation of an eight-year-old girl in the UK, with some serious sexual offences against her”.

Langham was released on 14 November 2007 after his sentence was reduced to six months on appeal. Dame Heather Steel, who gave the decision said that the court viewed Langham’s explanation that he viewed the child porn for research as “highly improbable” but could not actually reject it, although he was still guilty of encouraging “despicable acts” through downloading the pornography. On his release, Langham stated, “My life has been ruined but my conscience is clear” and complained that the media “completely ignored” the court’s “acceptance based upon all the evidence and expert opinion that I have no sexual interest in children”.

In the wake of these events, opinion re Chris Langham was divided between ‘Cut his knackers off’ and ‘Ah, he’s a TV funnyman OF COURSE he didn’t do it’.

The evidence that Chris Langham sexually assaulted and exploited underage people is overwhelming and he should have been stopped, not excused by his mates. However Langham is a sad man with serious personal problems and putting him in prison isn’t going to stop his sexual attraction to children and cutting his knackers off wouldn’t get us very far either. What would be a great help is if the world stopped spitting poison at people like me and forcing us out of jobs, homes and even trying to kill us and our friends because we have repeatedly raised concerns about the corrupt professional people who have built careers and empires on the back of the shortcomings of Chris Langham et al.

While Judith Iscariot was being Mayor of Aber and cluttering up the BBC remembering the happy times with Zany Graham and John Cleese, Merfyn’s wife was left to die by the Top Doctors because she, Merfyn and one of their friends had challenged the Gang that were providing Langham and others with the goodies…

Betty Williams, you are an even bigger problem than Chris Langham, as is Charlie Falconer and the rest of the Gang’s mycelia. You ruined people’s lives who dared provide evidence re the gangsters, who unlike Chris Langham, never went to prison. They’re far too busy running the BMA, the GMC, the MDU and the medical Royal Colleges to stand trial.

Judith Iscariot’s friend Zany Graham was one of those who found himself friends with one of the people from Somerset in the late 1980s who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Gang and suddenly became very wealthy. See eg. ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’.

Thanks to Judith Iscariot, ‘The Life Of Brian’ was screened on 28 March 2009 at the Aberystwyth Arts Centre. It was attended by cast members and co-writers of the film, Michael Palin and Terry Jones. The event was broadcast on BBC One on 12 May 2009 as a documentary titled Monty Python in Aberystwyth: A Mayor and Two Pythons. Nerys had died by then so that was one problem dealt with.

2008?? CHECK – the year of the en masse invasion of the Welsh Assembly by paedophiles’ friends. See post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’.

In 2008, Uncle Harry’s nephew was promoted by Gordon to the post of Secretary of State for Energy and Climate Change, after having done Harriet’s job for her because she was so incompetent.

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I read the other day that the Zany Pythons are thinking of re-releasing ‘The Life of Brian’. Zany Pythons, I don’t mind a bit. But I do hope that this will not be used as yet another vehicle to supply people who have facilitated very serious crime with good PR and encourage their criminal network to snap at people like me that we’re nutters who don’t matter and no-one gives a fuck about us anyway. I have been able to withstand decades of that because I am simply not impressed by People Who Know Joan Collins, I think they are ludicrous to gain value from such a thing, but not everyone is a nerd who enjoys swotty pastimes and has been taking the piss out of the world since infant school. That sort of pressure works on many which is why it is used.
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As any fule kno ‘I’m not’…
Someone else who might be able to answer a few questions about Gethin Evans is this man:
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He is known to Elin, being Wales’s FM, Mark Drakeford. Many moons ago, Drakeford was employed as a social worker by Dyfed County Council. Before Ioan Bowen Rees became Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council in 1981, Ioan served as County Secretary for Dyfed County Council from 1974. When allegations of the abuse of children in care in Gwynedd were made some two or three years after Ioan was appointed Chief Exec, Ioan acted immediately. He appointed an Independent Team to inspect Gwynedd’s children’s homes. The Independent Team were a group of senior staff employed by Dyfed County Council. Ioan’s former colleagues subsequently reassured Lucille and Ioan that there was no abuse of children in care in Gwynedd.
Before Ioan gave that steady pair of hands of Lucille’s responsibility for the children’s services, Lucille was responsible for Gwynedd’s mental health services, while her bedfellow coerced Empowered Service Users into having sex with him and other people.
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
Lucille, being one of the Ancients, knew Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist as well as many more… Lucille was appointed as a children’s social worker for the former Caernarfonshire County Council in 1958, the year after Dafydd qualified as a Top Doc and joined Gwynne at Denbigh. After Ioan completed his degree in the mid 1950s, he worked as a solicitor’s clerk for Denbighshire County Council. Lucille also served a stint as the Deputy Director of Cheshire Social Services before returning to the land of her fathers in the 1970s.
 Drakeford’s adult son is currently serving an eight year prison sentence for the violent rape of a young woman. The rape was so nasty that Drakeford junior’s other conviction for grooming a child for sex was eclipsed in the media reports.
Drakeford – elected as the MP for Cardiff West in 2011. Drakeford succeeded the seat of his old mate Rhodri Morgan when Morgan retired as FM. Before Drakeford was elected, he had been Rhodri’s SPAD since Rhodri first became FM, shortly after the Waterhouse Report was published. Alun Michael, who grew up on Anglesey where Lucille during the 1960s was the children’s officer, had been FM, but he resigned on the day of -or the day after?? CHECK? – the publication of the Waterhouse Report. See post ‘News From Sicily’.
As well as being Rhodri’s SPAD, Drakeford worked as a social work academic – he reached the level of Prof – at Cardiff University for many years. Cardiff University had a very close relationship with the Welsh Office who employed the corrupt lawyer Andrew Park. The Welsh Office’s expert advisers were often Cardiff University academics.
But the council announced on Thursday that Mr Evans will remain off work on medical advice.

Who was the helpful Top Doctor then?

The council made the announcement after meeting to discuss the Waterhouse report. Councillors were told that arrangements were being made to run the department in the continued absence of Mr Evans.

He has been away from his job on medical grounds since the report was published just over a week ago. The two assistant directors of the social services department will be responsible for running the department during his absence. Ceredigion County Council is reviewing his position as director of social services…

The Waterhouse report – ‘Lost in Care’ – recommended a massive overhaul of the care system after uncovering a paedophile ring that targeted hundreds of young people in care in the 70s and 80s. The report was discussed at a special meeting of the council which decided to carry out a review of the social services department.

The Audit Commission is already scheduled to undertake a review later this year.

In DATE Huw Vaughan Thomas was appointed as the Auditor General for Wales. Huw was appointed in the wake of the previous Auditor General Jeremy Colman being investigated, then convicted and imprisoned for er child porn offences. See post ‘           ‘.

I don’t wish readers to gain the impression that everyone in Wales is a sex offender. There are some very nice people in Wales. There is however one hell of a problem in Wales because the medical and legal establishment in England positively encouraged Wales to host what was probably the biggest paedophile/trafficking ring in the UK and provided Gwynne and Dafydd with 100% protection to ensure that the ring expanded and expanded.

When Ioan Bowen Rees scarpered from Gwynedd County Council in 1991 as questions began, he was replaced as Chief Exec by Huw Vaughan Thomas. Alison Taylor continued raising concerns about the abuse of kids in care. Huw refused to meet her to discuss the matter.

Huw, like Ioan, was one of those who advised on the establishment of the Welsh Assembly.

Huw is a lawyer, a Durham University graduate and worked as a civil servant in the Dept of Employment in the 1980s. I am fairly certain that Huw worked there when Peter Morrison was a Minister and Tom King was Secretary of State. If Huw wasn’t actually there at the same time, he only missed them by a few weeks.

Huw is married to Enid Rowlands. Enid HERE    Higson – See previous posts.

Huw’s son was a trainee in the National Audit Office when Huw ran the place.

For further details of Huw’s career and his many public appointments, as well as his international activities, see post ‘I Know Nuzzing..’

The council added that it will – like other local authorities – consider the Waterhouse report’s recommendations and review procedures and practices in the social services department accordingly.

The Final Solution was

Presiding Officer:

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(Elin did her first degree at Cardiff.)

FM:

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Back to Dame Vivien Duffield:

So why did she leave the board in January 2001?

“They kicked me out, because I was too difficult, I suppose,” she replies.

It won’t have been because she squealed on a gang of sex offenders known to her friends and relations.

Duffield isn’t referring, she says, to Colin Southgate, who was the chairman at the time, despite their alleged volcanic rows (“I didn’t have rows; I argued when I saw things going wrong, such as the thousands wasted on trying to build a temporary theatre by Tower Bridge during the closure”). Nor does she mean Michael Kaiser, then the executive director, who left Covent Garden after only two years to run the Kennedy Centre, in Washington, with whom she remains good friends (“He was very lonely here. London got to him”). Duffield hopes that Kaiser will be appointed to run the Metropolitan Opera House in New York.

“It was a political ousting,” she says. Duffield was, after all, rich, privileged and belligerent. “I represented everything they didn’t want.” And “they”, she implies, goes right to the top, because she never had a problem with Chris Smith, despite reports to the contrary.

Duffield was on the panel that appointed the present executive director, Tony Hall – “the only logical choice”.

Tony Hall of the BBC, the rows about Savile, about huge salaries for talentless idiots and now the rows about OAPs not getting free TV licences any longer.

Top Tip: OAPs! Just don’t get a TV license! Mass civil disobedience, but keep it non-violent. There are millions of you, if you co-ordinate, the magistrates courts will have a great problem in dealing with millions of TV licence cases. Or you could just give up with the BBC, its not as if they have a monopoly anymore and I certainly won’t pay good money for the BBC to give it to Claudia Winkleman.

In his hands, the place is in good shape, but changed: “It’s not what it was: there’s a lack of a personal touch, a lack of personalities. Remember how John Tooley and Jeremy Isaacs used to prop up the bar every night? Nobody props up the bar now.”

Are they actually doing some work then?

It was originally her idea, she also reveals, to merge English National Opera and the Royal Opera and turn the Coliseum into a ballet theatre. “It makes sense, because we couldn’t afford to run two opera houses; still can’t. But the chance has gone now; we’ll never have it again.” We are talking in the modest Chelsea basement offices of the Clore Duffield Foundation, the day before she is due to “abscond” for a 10-day cruise with friends. The walls are covered with emblems of the foundation’s beneficence, and since most of them relate to children’s schemes, there’s a lot of colour. She feeds hungrily on a salade niçoise as we talk

That salade nicoise is not the only thing that the Dame feeds on

– “M&S, of course.”

M&S – Martin Roth – Royal College – that posh building and the loan – John Marks?? – See post ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection?’ – other charidees of the Gang’s network supported by Lord Cieff’s widow

Vivien Louise Duffield…she was born to charity giving. In 2000, she merged her arts charity with Clore’s, which was more devoted to Jewish causes, to create the Clore Duffield Foundation, which doles out an estimated £8m a year. Her first major solo project was Eureka!, a children’s museum based on one she had seen in Boston, Massachusetts, which opened in Halifax, in 1989, where it still thrives; several more educational centres for museums and galleries followed…. This year’s Artworks Children’s Art Day will be the biggest yet, with events in 4,000 schools, as well as the workshop in Trafalgar Square. The highlight will be the Young Artists awards, with some surprisingly sophisticated pieces on the shortlist, including a four-screen digital interpretation of Hogarth’s Marriage à la Mode inspired by William de Morgan’s ceramics.

But Dame Vivien moves on. She and Sir Nicholas Serota, director of the Tate – who “really believes in it” –

Nicholas Serota – Bea – Crossman’s pal – Hampstead gang

have been to see “Miss Morris”, as she calls the Arts minister, about handing on the initiative, so this Children’s Art Day may be her last. “I would like to get rid of it now – to government; to a partnership between government, us and another big funder, whatever. We start things, and then we should move on to the next thing.”

There’s always a next thing. Getting the Clore Leadership Programme, which aims to train up a new generation of leaders for the cultural sector, up and running was done in double-quick time: two years, from a standing start. Kaiser gave her the idea with a scheme at the Kennedy Centre, and then there was “all that nonsense about who’s going to run the British Museum, who’s going to run the National Gallery. Something had to be done.” The programme will move on to board members. “I always thought that trustees were badly educated, and one of my dreams has been of a sort of school of governors: if you were asked to go on a board, you’d have to go there for two or three days’ preparation. That will be another step in the leadership programme.”

Duffield believes that too many board members don’t pull their weight – “England’s quite rich, but rich people here think everybody wants them for their opinions, not their money” – and reckons we should be more like the Americans: the board of New York’s Museum of Modern Art, which has a development programme comparable to that of Covent Garden, has raised $750 m, including $465 m from the board members.

Having joined the South Bank board after “constant pestering from ministers”, Duffield finds she gets on well with the chairman, Lord Hollick, despite political differences – he is a Labour donor – and has just accepted Michael Howard’s invitation to be a trustee of his new foundation.

Michael Howard – bent barrister from Swansea – married to Sandra Paul – former ‘model – Robin Douglas-Home – committed suicide – Ma’am Darling – Howard was the Home Secretary who finally completely shafted Mary Wynch in 1993. CHECK DATE

“So I’m fundraising for the Tories, too, always an agreeable thing to do. When Hollick goes on about the Government not giving him enough to run the place, I always say: ‘You could always come over to our side, Clive.'”
Fundraising for the South Bank is tough. A condition of her taking the job was that the full development scheme for the Festival Hall be restored, instead of the cut-back version then in place, meaning a quest for £90m, rather than £57m. “My way will be painful, but we’ll get there.”

It will not be painful for the Dame, just for everyone else.

28 March 2006 – Daily Mail, Ephraim Hardcastle’s Diary –

Of all the sumptuous parties philanthropic heiress Dame Vivien Duffield has thrown in her life — each one outdoing the last in its splendour — none can compete with her surprise 60th birthday bash for style or poignancy. On Friday, 120 of her closest friends were flown out to Florence and put up at Villa San Michele, a monastery-turned-hotel where suites cost up to £1,750-a-night, for three days of unbridled merriment — which included banker Sir Evelyn de Rothschild cracking open his last remaining bottles of Chateau Lafitte 1945, considered one of the best vintages of last century.

But for all its lavishness — guests were invited to “Vivien’s Grand Ball” — there remained an air of sadness about the event.

For it was haunted by an absent guest: Former English Heritage boss Sir Jocelyn Stevens, Vivien’s lover of nearly 30 years, who gained the sobriquet “The Piranha” thanks to his sharp temper.

Six months after Stevens, 74, dumped Vivien for raven-haired beauty Emma Cheape, 22 years his junior, it was painfully evident that her heart remains broken.

As she got up to thank her guests, dressed in an elaborate red and gold brocaded gown at the ball in the Palazzo Corsini, Dame Vivien — daughter of the late Selfridges billionaire Sir Charles Clore — paid a moving tribute to her former love.

Says one guest: “She made a wonderful speech thanking her son George and daughter Arabella, who had arranged everything down to the last detail. She thanked all her friends who had supported her in what she described as a terrible year. But then she spoke about one figure whom she wished was there.

“She didn’t mention his name, but everyone knew she meant Jocelyn. It was heartbreaking. Many of us were in tears.”

Stoically, Vivien distracted herself with the requirements of her guests. A fleet of taxis and buses ferried them to the baroque Palazzo, where they were treated to a classical concert by a pianist flown over from Hong Kong by Vivien’s pals, David Tang and his wife Lucy.

The next day, there was a sophisticated treasure hunt when the throng were asked to look for obscure clues amid the frescoes and treasures of Florence. The winner? Why, Vivien, of course, jointly with art dealer Martin Summers.

Prior to the ball, guests were given another treat, a visit to the Vasari Corridor above the Ponte Vecchio, an Aladdin’s Cave of art treasures that is usually closed to the public.

Guests included the racy Lord Hindlip, ex-chairman of Christie’s; Texan socialite Lynn Wyatt, who had flown from America; royal biographer Robert Lacey and his elegant companion Lady Jane Rayne; ex-Heron boss Gerald Ronson and his wife Gail; and writer William Shawcross and his wife, Olga, daughter of Lord Forte.

Hartley Shawcross – HERE

Vivien tells me: “It was a complete and total surprise. I had no idea where I was going, to the extent that we didn’t even fly into Florence airport.”

Torygraph – Elizabeth Grice – 29 May 2008

Dame Vivien Duffield: ‘You’re lucky if you have one good relationship’

Dame Vivien Duffield

Dame Vivien Duffield is an inestimable force for good.
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

There are two strands to the small but powerfully built

Shurely ‘small but perfectly formed’ a la Donald Trelford?

Dame Vivien Duffield: her fabled ability to raise money and her even greater enthusiasm for giving it away. In a lifetime’s rampant philanthropy, she has parted with an estimated £176 million from her various foundations and is still distributing £6 million a year. With her other hand, she conjures the stuff out of nowhere – £100 million for the Royal Opera House, another £111 million to revive the Southbank Centre, and now – what nerve, what chutzpah – she is charged with delivering an almighty £1.25 billion to “sustain and enhance” Oxford University.

Chancellor – Patten!! – Lavender and Prof Mark Williams

It will be her final campaign, the apotheosis of her skills in matching the philanthropist to the product so as to extract the maximum dosh.

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“I’ve got one last big one in me,” she says. “And this is the ultimate challenge. Oxford is everything rolled into one – it’s the British Library, it’s the National Gallery, it’s the Weizmann Institute. It’s got theatre. It’s got everything. There is something for everybody.”

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The campaign to secure Oxford’s future pre-eminence in a competitive, fast-changing world was launched yesterday with Dame Vivien as chairman and other Oxford alumni Michael Palin,

The good-natured, non-grandiose, endearing Zany Python, but he did know about Dr Graham

Richard Dawkins and its Chancellor, Lord Patten of Barnes, in support. She has already put in a year of hard graft, securing donations of £575 million.

Notoriously short-fused and forthright, her methods combine bullying,

I’m bankrolling this venture, enemies of the paedophiles’ friends will be exterminated…

cajolery and plain nagging. Shrouds don’t have pockets, she likes to remind people. But the sums needed to support great enterprises grow bigger and bigger and people are fatigued by the constant assault of good causes. What is the trick? “I dunno,” she shrugs. “I no longer know if I’m any good at it or if I can do it.”

A surprisingly rueful comment from the most effective fundraiser in the land, but it’s not the only one. Money, I say, is an acknowledged worry to most people: a worry if you haven’t got it and, according to the bleats of the rich, a worry if you have.

As the Top Doctors now know, having to give up work and emigrate en masse now that they have become tax exiles

“It’s a worry one would rather have than not have,” she says brusquely. “Half of me would simply just like to put it under the mattress. Simpler. Safer.”

Dame Viv, would you therefore like to use it to fund my NDA? It would be a huge weight off your shoulders, no longer having those billions to waste on silly things like luvvies wearing masks of your face…

Though Dame Vivien was to inherit vast wealth from her father, Sir Charles Clore, the retailing tycoon, he denied her any formal training in what to do with it. Everything she learnt about business was through listening, watching and absorbing the ebb and flow of deal-making from the sidelines. “The only word of advice he ever gave me was when I was 21 and they were letting women into Lloyd’s. He forbade me to join and said: ‘Never join anything you don’t understand. There is always somebody cleverer than you.'”

And there is always a lying Top doctor who’s colleagues never ever grass them up no matter what they do Dame Viv. Alas poor Ioan, dead two days before the Welsh Assembly that he helped bring into being elected the first cadre of the Gang’s mates as AMs…

Whenever she departs from this guiding principle, she says, she comes unstuck. “I am forever putting money into friends’ ventures and it’s a disaster. I’ve never yet been successful. I did it again the other day. I’m always sure this one is going to be the exception to the rule.”

Before she went to Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford, at 17, Miss Clore, a product of Heathfield boarding school, had never been allowed out on her own. Nanny was still living at home. Unlike the Marina Warners of her year, she was no Zuleika Dobson and it took her some time to get a social life. “If you were one of the beauties, which I wasn’t, you had a fantastic life. I was as I am now. I was short. I wore glasses and I was plump. I haven’t changed at all.”

Life in a women-only college suited her. “I still don’t really like the idea of sharing a corridor with eight beefy men, let alone a bathroom.”

When she graduated Sir Charles refused to let her take up a place at Stanford Business School in America because it wasn’t seemly. “He was a real Jewish father. There was no question of his beloved daughter going to California just at the rise of Flower Power. Can you imagine the horror? He freaked at the idea. I wasn’t allowed to go to America until I was 21. He didn’t have any choice by then. I bought my own ticket.”

She got a good second in modern languages and then “sort of mucked about for a year”, hoping to join the board of Selfridges, which her father owned, but again she was vetoed by him. “I have always yearned to run a business but he never let me have anything to do with business matters. I’ve always regretted that. I love retail. I always wanted to work for M&S. I’m too old now. I’ve got a bus pass.”

And until recently a free TV licence.

Dame Vivien goes on about being old but she is only 62 and has that high-maintenance glow that comes from dressing understatedly well and looking after the tints. Her energy and travelling stamina are alarming – with five homes and myriad charitable interests to succour, she rarely spends more than two nights in one place.

Her attention to detail is said to be fearsome. She signs every cheque herself and doesn’t waste a penny.

Five homes being one of life’s essentials. As are masks for luvvies at parties.

Her basement office in Chelsea (“just me and a donkey”) is so modest you could mistake it for her assistant’s.

Couldn’t the Dame have simply called her minion who shares her ‘basement office’, ‘a monkey’?

On one wall, though, there is a big portrait of her father by Sutherland and posters recall past triumphs, notably a reminder that she saved Turner’s The Thames Above Waterloo Bridge for the nation and then raised £2.5 million to build the Clore Gallery at Tate Britain to house it. The secret of running money, she says, is to pick the right safe pair of hands. “And not to be too greedy.

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And not to try to be clever.”

The Dame would never have got on ‘Ask the Family’.

Her low and smoky voice must be as devastating a tool for schmoozing as it is for coruscating put-downs. Her Joan Crawford lips are painted burgundy and she rakes her fingers through her highlights in a theatrical manner when questions don’t please her. These include almost anything to do with her 32-year relationship with Sir Jocelyn Stevens, former chairman of English Heritage, which came to an abrupt end in 2005 when he found a new woman.

The couple were a turbulent fixture of the cultural scene for so long that no party was complete without them – and their own generosity and ingenuity in pleasing guests was legendary.

Even though the Dame was as tight as a gnats arse with that fortune of hers.

In 2002, Dame Vivien organised a three-day extravaganza for his 70th birthday, converting a sports hall in Gstaad, her main home, into a Parisian music hall.

“These things happen, don’t they?” she says tersely, before the conversation is guillotined. Whatever hurt there may have been, and whatever difference it has made to her life, she is not inclined to divulge, claiming improbably that “I lead the same life as before”.

Nevertheless, she must rattle around in her several homes and sometimes miss his large and combustible presence. She may even feel liberated. But none of this must be allowed to distract from her enthusiasm about the audacious pitch for Oxford.

“Things change,” she says, with a note of finality honed by years of steely chairmanship. “I think you are lucky if you have one fantastic relationship in your life. One is just happy with that and leaves it at that. I am incredibly busy. I am fine. And who knows… maybe round the corner… but not for the moment. I am not looking. If it’s around, it’s around – and if it isn’t, it isn’t. Meanwhile, I’ve got two great kids and one and a half grandchildren [from her son, George].”

Though her children by the financier John Duffield are also off-limits, her pride in them does break through – especially her admiration for their independence. “I had two fantastic children but it was a disaster to have married so young, at 22. Everybody I knew was married by then. It was a very good escape from home.”

Arabella, a scientist, went to Cambridge and worked with a charity in Africa. She is now doing an MBA at the London Business School. George is making an environmental film about over-fishing.

“It’s his way of doing what I do,” she says. “They have their own charities and their own things. They could have been spoilt brats but they aren’t.”

After Sir Charles Clore’s death in 1979, Vivien Duffield assumed chairmanship of his charitable foundation,

Footing the bill for Ioan’s pal Anne Beloff-Chain to establish that Biochem Dept at Lord Max’s university

created her own – with just £100,000 – in 1989 and merged the two in 2000.

The Clore Duffield Foundation has had a monumental impact on the arts and on Jewish charities, both here and in Israel. Her deep passion is opera, probably her father’s most positive legacy, and no doubt “Royal Opera House” (she put £5.5 million of her own money into the reconstruction) will be found engraved on her heart.

She was eventually ousted from the board after a series of crises but now dismisses with a “Pouf!” the personal animosities it exposed between her and the then chairman, Sir Colin Southgate. Her two big hobby-horses, along with Oxford, are the Clore Leadership Programme, to train future leaders in arts management, and to build a Jewish community centre in north London.

She thinks that the rich new young, with their unstuffy ideas of philanthropy, and their fresh ideas about where to put their money, “will force older charities to sit up and look at what they are doing”. The great thing now is endowment.

“That is why we are all scrabbling round for money. We should have been doing this years ago. There is a long way to go – even with all our catching up – in Oxford.”

Dame Vivien may sometimes sound like Caesar’s wife and her reputation for awkwardness is richly deserved, but she is an inestimable force for good. Much less effective people talk piously about “making a difference”. Though this overworked phrase applies to her as to no one else you can think of, she never once uses it. What she does say, decisively and unsentimentally, is: “It is the most wonderful gift in the world to be able to do things for other people.”

27 March 2011 – Another Observer Profile of Vivien Duffield:

She is, she says, unemployable and admits to being ‘bossy’ and ‘arrogant’, but she is also this country’s most generous philanthropist. Usually when the much-disputed “big society” is invoked, it’s to convey an idealised vision of local, small-scale schemes, summoning up images of voluntary work in church halls and after-school clubs. But if it has any hope of replacing government subsidy, the big society will need to make high society the largesse society.

This is particularly so in the arts, where the shortfall in central funding threatens to leave a devastating hole. It’s no wonder, therefore, that last week culture secretary Jeremy Hunt, was in gushing form in welcoming Dame Vivien Duffield’s £8.2m donation to fund learning centres at 11 arts organisations across the country.

“Dame Vivien has put together a stunningly generous package of funding,” said Hunt. “[She] remains a role model for philanthropists and I and many others are extremely grateful.”

Given that in the past 32 years Duffield has, by her own account, handed over £200m to various bodies and charities in Britain (and another £200m to similar effect in Israel), as well as raising in excess of a £1bn more, it’s fair to say that for once “role model” is an apt usage.

None the less, hers is a model that most of the wealthy in this country choose not to emulate. Recently, hedge fund banker Paul Marshall, who co-founded the Ark Schools charity, complained about the absence of a philanthropic culture among the rich. “There are 3,200 people in Britain with over £20m of assets,” he said, “and only 17% of them actually give. That is a pitiful amount.” Duffield made a similar though more targeted observation. “I think the average person is very generous,” she said, “but the new rich, especially foreigners, are not very generous.”

It’s the bloody nouveau riche and the darkies again.

It seemed unnecessary to single out foreigners when our home-grown bankers have proved immensely reluctant to relinquish even a fraction of their wealth. But Duffield places herself within a specific Jewish tradition of giving alms. “I’m not sure whether the Indians, Russians and Arabs will give on the same scale,”

Here’s one Viv, you’ll like this one, a TV favourite, ‘It Ain’t Half Racist Mum’.

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The laff-a-minute actor who played the homophobic obnoxious Sergeant Major, Windsor Davies, trained as a teacher at the Normal College In Bangor, an institution staffed and run by the Gang. After qualifying Windsor Davies worked as a teacher in Staffordshire…

As for the Ruskies, well they’re permanently pissed and can’t be relied upon in polite company

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Here’s another one Viv, you’ll really like this one, my mate sent it to me

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she said. “There is no culture of philanthropy on the same scale as the Jews had. Not yet, but it might happen.

Little Nell needs to have a word with Dame Viv, the Dame’s quaint stereotyping of other religious/cultural groups isn’t doing the cause much good.

While Britain has adopted many aspects of America’s capitalist culture – for example, huge banking bonuses – super-rich philanthropy is a conspicuous exception. There seems to be little social obligation to donate even a tiny portion of enormous prosperity. On the contrary, public acts of charity are often frowned upon as crass or attention-seeking.

The name Dame Vivien Duffield comes to mind

Speaking last week, Nicholas Hytner, artistic director of the National Theatre,

Hytner – here

made note of the stinginess of the new class of British multimillionaires. Commenting on the new fortunes made in the financial markets, he said: “If you made that kind of money in the US, you would have to start giving it away simply in order to live the life that the rich want to live there – where the social life revolves around charity benefits. But here you can be rich and keep it all and you don’t feel the pressure from your peers that you would in the US.”

Yet if the rich ever do feel pressure over here, the chances are it has been applied by Duffield. She is the only daughter of the late retail tycoon Sir Charles Clore, who owned Selfridges and the British Shoe Corporation. Brought up poor in Whitechapel, east London, where his parents had arrived from Riga, he built a multimillion pound empire

How? It is very difficult to amass that sort of fortune from nothing in one generation if one is an honest businessman.

and set up the Clore Foundation as a charitable trust. Donating large sums to the arts and Jewish community projects, he earned the nickname “Santa Clore”. To some, however, his philanthropy was seen as parvenu social climbing – the satirical duo Flanders and Swann mocked Clore’s obsession with status in one of their songs. But it was Clore’s move to Monaco as a tax exile in the last couple of years of his life that exposed a less beneficent side to his character. When he died in 1979, the Inland Revenue sued his estate for death duties, successfully arguing that he was not properly domiciled abroad.

As such, Clore’s story neatly illustrates a conflict of views about what the role of philanthropy should be in Britain. On one side is the pragmatic case that says the very rich exist and therefore it’s best to encourage them to give to charity. The counter-argument is that the very rich should be more effectively taxed and the job of funding public institutions ought to be left to the elected government, not least because philanthropy tends to focus on high-status projects and neglect the local, marginal and experimental.

Surely the most important point is to ensure that if money is being made it is not the profits of organised crime.

Stephen Deuchar, director of ArtFund, the national fundraising charity for works of art, believes that the arts community is broadly in favour of the government supplying a smaller proportion of arts funding. “Although everyone wants as much cash as they can get,” he says, “the talk of increased philanthropic funding coincides quite nicely with the ambitions of most of the major arts institutions in the country.”

Nor does he fear that wealthy individuals might have an overbearing influence on the direction of the arts. “The great thing about the most famous arts philanthropists, such as the Sainsburys and the Duffields,” says Deuchar, “is that their love for the institutions they support is completely genuine. It’s not philanthropy with an ulterior motive.”

No-one is asking where all the dosh – a great deal of it – is coming from.

Unsurprisingly, Duffield supports the coalition’s plan to seek greater private funding for the arts. She also remains dedicated to her father’s memory. Not that she always saw eye to eye with Clore, who advised her not to be “too greedy or too clever”…

She claims her ambition was always to work for Marks & Spencer, although presumably not as an assistant in the underwear department.

In her early 20s, she married financier John Duffield, with whom she had two children. It’s said that her father was so upset she had married a gentile that he didn’t talk to her until she left her husband. When she did, it was to start the major relationship of her life with Jocelyn Stevens, the swashbuckling magazine publisher and entrepreneur (he bankrolled the pirate station Radio Caroline),

Radio Caroline spawned much of the sexual exploitation which was then carried over into the Radio 1 crowd

who was 12 years her senior. They became a couple in 1973 and, although they never married, they stayed together for 32 tempestuous years, until he left for a younger woman.

Their time together was a study in the phrase “the great and the good”. He was chairman of English Heritage and she was on the board of the Royal Opera House, which she was instrumental in rebuilding. She sank £5.5m of her own money into the project, although that didn’t prevent her ousting when she fell out with the then Covent Garden chairman Colin Southgate. She responded with typical resolve and energy by turning her attention to raising the funds needed to revamp the South Bank. The resulting makeover has transformed a dilapidated concrete ghetto into a bustling urban arts thoroughfare.

At the height of their public prominence, Stevens and Duffield were scarcely out of dinner suit and evening gown. In 2002, she held a lavish three-day party for his 70th birthday in Gstaad, the location of one of her five homes, where a large gymnasium was turned into a fin-de-siecle Parisian music hall. She was planning her 60th birthday bash when he left her in 2005.

If she was rocked by Stevens’s exit, she kept the heartbreak secret, throwing herself once again into fundraising. In 2008, she embarked on her most ambitious campaign when Oxford University appointed her to raise £1bn. Two years later, she resigned from her post, apparently having reached the target, though rumours circulated of personality clashes.

Duffield has said of herself that she is “bossy, arrogant and practically unemployable”. She runs a tight ship in her Clore Duffield Foundation – she merged her and her father’s foundations – insisting on signing all the cheques. And when fundraising she has not always relied on her charm to bring in the money, often resorting to the kind of aggressive methods more normally associated with the people who shake money boxes outside supermarkets.

Vivien is far more worrying than those who shake their tins at one

Although it’s not always made her popular, the policy has worked. She has a strong claim, in terms of money raised, to be Britain’s most successful charity worker. In a big society, that’s no small feat.

Evening Standard 10 July 2013 – by Charlotte Edwarde

Her father was the financier and property magnate Sir Charles Clore and she numbers the Delevingne sisters among her step-grandchildren from her 32-year-long relationship with Sir Jocelyn Stevens. Today she unveils her biggest project to date – a £40 million shining glass and concrete Jewish community centre on Finchley Road with theatre and restaurant with Ottolenghi-trained chefs. Here she talks to the Evening Standard – even though she hates interviews

Dame Vivien Duffield rolls into the room like a small tank, in a theatrical blouse draped with Chanel beads, scarlet pumps and snappy fingers crammed with gold rings. “You’ve got 15 minutes,” she says in a flat, husky drawl. She looks as happy as Madeleine Albright stuck in a lift with pro-Serbian activists. Her hair, short and upright like a dandelion, might be the softest thing about her.

As well as being among Britain’s greatest philanthropists, Dame Vivien — “Don’t call me Viv, I loathe it” — is, in her own words, “mean as hell”. She signs all cheques herself — totalling some £216 million in gifts through her charitable foundations — as well as helping to raise £100 million for the Royal Opera House (including £5.5 million from her own pocket), £111 million for  the Southbank Centre and £1.25 billion for Oxford University, her alma mater, to name a few.

Her hustle is shudderingly effective. “Shrouds don’t have pockets!” she tells wealthy donors, fast-snapping those fingers. She’s railed at private-school parents — “Cough up!” — at the “new rich, especially foreigners” for not being more generous and castigated the tight-fisted upper classes: “They have wonderful possessions … but if you look at the patrons of the arts in the past 50 years, I don’t think there are any aristocrats.”
Brusque puts it mildly. Once, kept waiting by her ex-partner Sir Jocelyn Stevens when he was managing director of Express Newspapers, she sent a message saying if he did not come down immediately she would buy the paper and fire him.

Today at the Soho Theatre in Dean Street, Duffield, 67, is talking about JW3, her biggest project to date: a £40 million shining glass-and-concrete Jewish community centre on Finchley Road, Hampstead. It houses everything from a theatre to a vegetarian restaurant with Ottolenghi-trained chefs. She wants to create “a Jewish London” along New York lines, “a place where even if you are only vaguely Jewish you will go and remember your roots”.

Film director Sam Mendes, actress Zoë Wanamaker and former editor of The Times James Harding are part of  the line-up of 700 events (“I want to see Sam Mendes talking to Kevin Spacey,” she says. “Because he’s a friend. And I like the idea of that comedian who circumcised himself — what’s his name?” I’m not sure).

She’s shown a photograph of herself. She peers right in, as if near-blind. “I look grim,” she says flatly. “Maybe with your eyes smiling a bit more?” the photographer suggests. She yelps: “I don’t feel like smiling. I’m beinginterviewed. I hate being interviewed.”

Which is how it happens so often

But then a funny thing happens. She relaxes. And when she relaxes, she transforms. She becomes a magnetic energy in the room, all charm and gossip. And the voice purrs, and I’m not surprised people are scrabbling to take out their chequebooks and asking, eyebrows lifted, if they make it payable to the Clore Duffield Foundation of which she is chair.

Dame Vivien props her chin on her hand for more pictures and talks about Cara Delevingne, “my step-granddaughter”.

It’s a “nightmare”, she says in tigress tones. “I feel sorry for Cara. And Poppy. Both of them. Poor Cara. She’s a star. Poppy is just as pretty but a different sort of beauty. Cara’s more unconventional. She’s wild. As a beauty, I mean: a wild beauty. She’s very photogenic and very transformable. She’s tiny.”

And after this blog detailed the failures of the cervical screening programme, the lies re the ‘success’ of it that are being told to the general public, how it was developed by Jocelyn Chamberlain, wife of Geoffrey Chamberlain at St George’s and that women in north Wales had been sexually assaulted during ‘screening’ tests, Cara appeared on the Victoria Derbyshire TV programme having a smear test live to Show Women How Silly They Are To Refuse. If I didn’t know how bloody dangerous it would be, I’d drop Viv an e mail recommending that Cara tries that stunt in north Wales without telling them who she is and reports back on what happens.

Viv, you are one irresponsible woman.

 

“Like Kate Middleton?” “No, Kate Middleton is none of those things,” she says sharply. “Kate Moss had that wonderful face. I think Cara’s in that league — if they don’t kill her before.” By “they” she means the paparazzi. “They are pursuing her! She’s very young, she’s only 21.”

The Victoria Derbyshire stunt was hardly designed to be protective was it Viv?

Dame Vivien has two children with Sir John Duffield (whom she married aged 22): Arabella, 41, a first-class graduate from Cambridge who worked for Save the Children in Ethiopia, and George, 40, who runs a charity called Blue for the preservation of the oceans and is also a not-for-profit film-maker whose Imax film Jerusalem premieres in October. “I’m very proud,” she says as she fills me in.

And from her 32-year relationship with Sir Jocelyn Stevens, which ended in 2005, she has four stepchildren: John, Pandora, Rupert and Melinda. (Melinda is the editor of Condé Nast Traveller. “Do you know how hard she works?” asks Dame Vivien with disbelief. “She’s incredible.”) The Delevingne girls — the third is Chloe — are Pandora’s children.

 Dame Vivien — who lives between Geneva, Gstaad and Chelsea — paints her own parents as conservative. Her father, Sir Charles Clore, an immigrant from Riga, acquired Sears Holdings, which then owned Selfridges and invested heavily in property. He was, she’s said, a “real Jewish father”. She was a “disappointment” to her mother, Francine. “She wanted an absolutely ravishing daughter, instead of which she got this short dumpling.”
Does the Dame ever assess young women on any basis other than how shaggable they are?

Duffield’s directness is her father’s; her jolly-hockey-sticks accent is Heathfield Girls’ Boarding School circa late 1950s. She wasn’t treated differently for being Jewish — “No one cared”…

At university she thrived. She read modern and medieval languages at Lady Margaret Hall, when women in Oxford were still a novelty. “Because I went to Oxford when I did, I always thought of myself as one of the boys,” she says. “That was the great thing, you became friends with them and held your own with them.” And she was game: when playing backgammon at Christchurch overshot the 10pm curfew by five hours she scrambled over the walls of LMH — and ended up in hospital at 3am with a broken arm…

“I’m very interested in women’s issues,” she says now — she helped rescue the Women’s Library with the LSE. “And the whole feminist thing.

So that’s what is behind the obsession with how fuckable any young woman who comes within the Dame’s orbit is and that idiocy after this blog drew attention to what was happening to women in clinics in north Wales. In the way that Bea Campbell maintained that Dafydd’s people-trafficking partners in Cleveland were (see previous posts), the Dame does it all in the name of feminism.

Once I was always the only woman on every board. That’s now stopped but there is undoubtedly still an anti-women-in-work feeling.”

She pauses. “Still, I’m very glad I was my generation of women and not this one. This generation has more to juggle. They’re expected to be equal to men but with all the drawbacks.” She has always thought “it was near impossible to have the three things a woman’s life is about: a successful marriage, children and a successful career. Two, easily. Three, very difficult”.

Then stop hectoring other women in such an unpleasant way Viv.

 
Now it’s “even more so. You don’t have as much help.
The Servant Problem; it’s still with us
Few successfully manage it and I’m full of admiration for them”. She cites Melinda Stevens again, and her goddaughter Charlotte Hogg, who has just been appointed chief operating officer at the Bank of England.

There’s an admission. Charlotte Hogg is a member of the most recent generation of Hoggs to have moved mountains for Dafydd and until he snuffed it, Gwynne. Quintin Hogg, Douglas Hogg, Sarah Hogg, Dame Mary Hogg and Charlotte, the whole herd have pushed the boat out for Dafydd and Gwynne and haven’t been above facilitating crime to do so. See previous posts.

Her own steeliness comes from “years of experience” in male-dominated environments. “I’m not the only woman on the board any more.

It doesn’t matter how many women are on the board if they are like the Hoggs or Dame Viv.

I’m probably the oldest.” Her male contemporaries “are all retired now. I’m the only one left”.

Her Jewish identity is also “profoundly” important. “I’m the least Jewish person you’ve ever met,” she says. “We didn’t keep kosher, drove to synagogue, I married a Christian and I lived with another one for 30 years. But I’m profoundly Jewish in that I feel it.”

She savours the revelation that Daniel Radcliffe is Jewish. “But that’s wonderful,” she says, her voice taking on the sound of an idea forming. “I’m rather a fan. Now all we need is to find a Jewish tennis player. Do you suppose Agassi might be?”

If the Dame isn’t that Jewish and married/had sex with gentiles, why the bankrolling of specifically Jewish causes and the emphasis that Jewish philanthropy is the best philanthropy?

And time’s up. “Our first event at JW3 is tonight. It’s me and the Chief Rabbi.” She adds, astonishingly: “I’m terrified.”

Not being particularly Jewish is what will have induced the terror.

 

Viv’s first husband John Lincoln Duffield (born 1939) founded Jupiter Fund Management, one of the largest fund managers operating in London. The second son of psychiatrist John Elwes Duffield (1910-2009) – THERE’S THE CLUE EVERYONE, COLLEAGUE OF THE GANG, CONTEMPORARY OF DAFYDD, JUNIOR OF GWYNNE – and his first wife, Jean, John Duffield was educated at Harrow School, then went into investment management and, having become manager of Viv’s estates, moved to Switzerland as a tax exile.

John Duffield founded Jupiter Asset Management in 1985 and after selling Jupiter Asset Management to Commerzbank, John founded New Star Asset Management in 2001. He and Viv divorced in 1976. John Duffield owns the Marcham Farms estate at Peasemore, Berkshire.

Top Doc John Elwes Duffield had a daughter Mary Jean Duffield, as well as his son who married Viv. Mary married Lt.-Gen. Hon. Sir Thomas Patrick John Boyd-Carpenter, son of John Archibald Boyd-Carpenter, Baron Boyd-Carpenter and Margaret aka Peggy in 1972.

Now then. The Boyd-Carpenters and their friends and relations had numerous close links with Dafydd, Gwynne and the Gang; John and Peggy Boyd-Carpenter, the parents of Dame Viv’s sister-in-law, were good friends of Thatch when she was in her first Ministerial post in Macmillan’s Gov’t in the early 1960s. Thatch already knew about Dafydd and Gwynne by then and the Boyd-Carpenters certainly did. I discussed these at length in my post ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’. I’ll repeat the highlights here.

Sir Thomas Patrick John Boyd-Carpenter (born 16 June 1938) – Dame Viv’s brother-in-law – served as Deputy Chief of the Defence Staff (Programmes and Personnel) 1992-96. Like his father, Thomas was educated at Stowe School. In 1957, Thomas Boyd-Carpenter was commissioned into the Scots Guards. He became Director of Defence Policy at the MoD in 1985. Thomas went on to become Chief of Staff at HQ of the British Army of the Rhine in 1988, Assistant Chief of the Defence Staff (Programmes) in 1989 and Deputy Chief of the Defence Staff (Programmes and Personnel) in 1992 before retiring in 1996.

In retirement, Sir Thomas became Chairman of the Kensington & Chelsea and Westminster Heath Authority and then Chairman of the Moorfields Eye Hospital NHS Foundation Trust. Sir Thomas took up those posts after Gwynne died, but there were a great many people still in the Kensington & Chelsea and Westminster Health Authority who had known Gwynne as well as Dafydd and who continued to protect the Gang. Until the early 1980s, St George’s Hospital was located in the area covered by Westminster City Council and there were plenty of the St George’s contingent cluttering up Sir Thomas’s network when he occupied his NHS governance roles.

It gets better. The Boyd-Carpenters bred with the Hoggs; Sarah Boyd-Carpenter, Thomas’s sister, married Douglas Hogg. The crossing of the two lines of paedophiles’ friends produced Charlotte Hogg, Dame Viv’s goddaughter. Douglas Hogg facilitated a great deal of the Gang’s crime when he was a Home Office Minister, Sept 1986-26 July 1989, under Home Secretary Douglas Hurd. I have noticed that Douglas Hogg was installed as a Home Office Minister just in time for the spate of wrongful arrests of me by the Gang and the subsequent major conspiracy between the Gang and the Home Office to fit me up for a serious crime and imprison me shortly after the June 1987 General Election. Hogg was also in the Home Office in time for Ollie’s appearance in Court in Dec 1986.

Even Douglas and Sarah’s daughter Charlotte gave Merfyn a good kick when Merfyn was VC of Bangor University as well. See posts ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part II’ and ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’ for more details re the Hoggs, their enormous trough and their loyal service to Dafydd and Gwynne.

Now for Thatch’s pal and first boss that Thatch had when she entered Macmillan’s Gov’t in 1961, Lord John Boyd-Carpenter, the father-in-law of Dame Viv’s husband’s sister. John Archibald Boyd-Carpenter, Baron Boyd-Carpenter (2 June 1908-11 July 1998), was the only son of Conservative politician Sir Archibald Boyd-Carpenter MP and his wife Annie. Boyd-Carpenter was educated at Stowe School and at Balliol College, Oxford, where he was President of the Oxford Union in 1930.

Stowe School has featured in previous posts. Peregrine Worsthorne was at Stowe and boasted of being seduced by George Melly there. George Melly offered an underaged boy money in return for sex when Melly stayed over in Bangor. For many years Melly lived near Brecon. Perry not only spent years writing for and editing the Sunday Torygraph which employed many associates of the Gang, but Perry’s wife Lucinda Lambton is the daughter of Lord Lambton who achieved notoriety when he was caught in a 1970s sting involving prostitutes and cannabis. I don’t have a problem with that because the prostitutes were adults and I presume consenting, but I have recently found out that Lord Lambton’s network did include Dafydd and Gwynne’s partners in crime in the North East. See previous posts for info re Perry, Lucinda, her father, the Torygraph etc. When Thatch was serving as a minion under John Boyd-Carpenter, she and Denis had already become friends with Bill Deeds, a Tory MP who held office in Macmillan’s Cabinet. Later Bill because famous as the Editor of the Torygraph. See previous posts eg. ‘Shurely Shome Mishtake’ for info on Bill Deeds. Deeds also knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. Thatch, Deeds and John Boyd-Carpenter were all on the scene when Gwynne and Dafydd and their mates in Macmillan’s Gov’t were causing havoc in the run up to the Profumo Affair.

Stowe School has educated a few others known to this blog, included Lord Noel Annan – who has tolerated a great deal in the universities which he has run – dear old Michael Grade, Annabel Heseltine, Leonard Cheshire, Sir Peter Hayman, Lord Henniker, Richard Branson, Nicholas Lyell (who designed the Rules For The Waterhouse Inquiry, including the Rule that said if the likes of Lucille Hughes agreed to appear before the Inquiry they would be granted immunity from prosecution), Lord Alistair McAlpine, John Sainsbury and Nicholas Winton. Others who attended Stowe of interest include Chelsy Davy (Prince Harry’s ex), 3rd Earl Attlee (grandson of Clement), the Law Lord Simon Brown, SOE Officers Oliver Churchill and Andrew Croft, 2nd Earl Haig (George) and the Tory MP Graham Riddick.

The journo Robert Kee also went to Stowe. Cardinal Basil Hume was part of the campaign to free the Birmingham Six and provided a glowing review of Kee’s book. Basil concealed organised abuse in the Roman Catholic Church. Basil Hume was the son and brother of Top Docs who were part of Dafydd and Gwynne’s mycelia in the North East. Basil Hume was the man who introduced Jimmy Savile as a member of the Top Docs’ fave hang-out, the Atheneuam in 1984,the year that Brown and I complained about Gwynne. The Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne knew the Humes. Basil Hume was the brother-in-law of Lord John Hunt of Tanworth, the corrupt Civil Service mandarin who served as Cabinet Secretary, 1973-79. John Hunt concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the crimes of the Gang. Hunt came from Minehead in Somerset. See previous posts for further info.

John Boyd-Carpenter was a Harmsworth Law Scholar at the Middle Temple in 1933, was called to the Bar in 1934 and practised on the London and South-East Circuit. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of Middle Temple, as was Greville Janner, who’s father Barnett was a solicitor in Cardiff. Barnett, like Ronnie’s extended family, was active in the Liberal Party before he defected to Labour… See previous posts.

John Boyd-Carpenter was elected as the Conservative MP for Kingston-upon-Thames in 1945, holding the seat until 1972, when he was raised to the peerage. Kingston-upon-Thames was pretty much run by Prof Hugh Bentall, who spent years working as a cardiac surgeon at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School, by dint of Bentall being the heir of the very wealthy family who owned Bentall’s, the upmarket department store in Kingston. Hugh Bentall ran Hammersmith Hospital as well as Kingston and there was huge resentment towards him because of the obvious injustices that resulted. Bentall’s secretary at Hammersmith doubled up as his mistress and Bentall bagged her a place on an anatomy degree, then a PhD and then a lecturing post. Bentall himself only ended up with his own Chair after a colleague was found dead in the hospital in worrying circumstances and Bentall made a large financial donation to Hammersmith Hospital. Bentall and his colleagues were also involved in truly spectacular research fraud. See post ‘Interesting Facts’.

Ollie Brooke’s Dec 1986 trial was held at Kingston Crown Court. Ollie was jailed, but the Court was given a very misleading idea of Ollie. They were told that he was a ‘brilliant’ academic working at the cutting edge of paediatric research. He wasn’t. My post ‘Too Many Pills’ explained that Ollie had not published anything for years until literally two/three weeks before his Court appearance, when a farcical paper with his mates from St George’s was knocked out and published by Ollie’s mate who edited the journal. Thus Ollie was presented as a scientific genius. Furthermore, the Court received scores of testimonies from Top Docs that Ollie was a great guy and there was never any question that he had ever behaved improperly towards his patients. Ollie was charged with possessing a small number of indecent pics of children.

Ollie was in reality a key member of a pan-European paedophile gang. A technician at St George’s found every cupboard in his two offices stuffed with child porn. Ollie imported and exported child porn and produced it. He undoubtedly did abuse his patients, he and St George’s per se were running a huge trafficking ring and their jobs were essential to them accessing children and covering up for each other.

Hugh Bentall was the father of Richard Bentall, a clinical psychologist who trained and spent years working with Dafydd and the Gang in north Wales. Richard married into the Gang in the form of Rhian (or it might be Rhiannon), the daughter of Eifion Jones, the Dean of Science at UCNW. Richard’s wife did a degree in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW, a Dept staffed by so many spouses and friends of the Gang as well as a friend of Douglas Hurd’s uncle.

After her degree in Plant Biology, Richard Bentall’s wife trained as an Angel… One of the Plant Biology lecturers at UCNW was Adrian Bell, a former Home Office forensic scientist who had done his first degree at Kingston Poly. See previous posts.

Richard Bentall worked with Tony Francis as well as with Dafydd. Bentall was at UCNW when Gwynne was sitting in the Student Health Centre.

 

John Boyd-Carpenter resigned as the MP for Kingston in 1972 to take up the post of Chairman of the CAA, (Civil Aviation Authority).He was succeeded in the seat by Norman Lamont, who held the seat, 4 May 1972-1 May 1997. Lamont was the constituency MP when Ollie appeared at Kingston Crown Court. Lamont’s father was a Top Doc, the surgeon for Shetland, who knew Sir Douglas Black, a towering figure among Top Docs when the Gang did what they pleased. Black worked for many years in Manchester as Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates facilitated the ring there. In 1974 Black was appointed Chief Scientist at the DHSS; he also served as President of the BMA and President of the Royal College of Physicians. Sir Douglas knew Gwynne in his lobotomising heyday and Dougie really did ensure that there’d be no investigations into Dafydd and Gwynne or their network. Sir Douglas’s son is a Top Doc who has worked with many of Dafydd’s protectors. See post ‘The Logic Of Medicine’ for details of Douglas, his son and their many influential friends and colleagues.

John Boyd-Carpenter served as Financial Secretary to the Treasury, 1951–54, under Churchill’s Chancellor Rab Butler. In 1954 Boyd-Carpenter was promoted to Minister of Transport and Civil Aviation and appointed a  Privy Counsellor. In December 1955 Boyd-Carpenter was appointed Minister of Pensions and National Insurance in Eden’s Gov’t. It was in this capacity that he became Thatch’s boss in Oct 1961 .Boyd-Carpenter had remained in the post after Macmillan became PM and stayed there until July 1962, when Macmillan appointed him Chief Secretary to the Treasury and Paymaster-General. Boyd-Carpenter was one who was promoted in the Night of the Long Knives, rather than kicked out of the Cabinet. John Boyd-Carpenter remained in both posts until Oct 1964, when Douglas-Home lost the General Election and Harold Wilson became PM.

Thus Thatch had a ringside seat in Macmillan’s Gov’t during the period that led up to the Profumo Affair and in the aftermath. That Boyd-Carpenter was not a casualty in the Night of the Long Knives when Macmillan kicked Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates out of the Cabinet suggests that Boyd-Carpenter was considered a safe pair of hands by Macmillan. He may not have been overtly tainted by Dafydd and Gwynne, but he will have been a clean skin forever sworn to silence, who quietly milked the situation for the rest of his career. As did Thatch and a great many other people in UCNW and elsewhere.

Reginald Maudling, who had been Economic Secretary to the Treasury when John Boyd-Carpenter had worked in the Treasury under Rab Butler as Chancellor, served as Chancellor himself, 13 July 1962-16 October 1964, in Macmillan’s and then Douglas-Home’s Gov’ts. Reggie Maudling was appointed Chancellor by Macmillan when Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Selwyn Lloyd was removed from that post and indeed from the Cabinet altogether by Macmillan in the Night of the Long Knives. Selwyn and the Gang were not happy. See previous posts.

Maudling subsequently became Home Secretary under Ted Heath and famously resigned on 18 July 1972 amid allegations of corruption. Maudling and his son were found to have business interests in John Poulson’s companies and although the Poulson-T. Dan Smith corruption scandal in the 1970s ended Maudling’s career and was considered to have rocked Gov’t because of the scale of the civic corruption and the involvement of Civil Service mandarins and senior Ministers (see previous posts), the true extent of the criminal empire was never exposed because it embraced the Westminster Paedophile Ring, as well as those parts of it run by Dafydd and Gwynne, as well as their partners in crime Lord John Walton in Newcastle-upon-Tyne and Jimmy Savile in Yorkshire.

After resigning from Gov’t, Reginald Maudling underwent a sad decline as a result of alcoholism worthy of an Empowered Service User being Helped by Dafydd. Maudling died at the age of 61, at the Royal Free Hospital in Hampstead, from kidney failure and cirrhosis of the liver. The Royal Free was and probably still is an institution run by Dafydd’s network. See previous posts.

Reggie Maudling died on 14 Feb 1979, while Mr Thrope was awaiting trial and Mary Wynch was unlawfully imprisoned by Dafydd and the Gang. Not that Reggie’s old foe Dafydd’s pal Selwyn Lloyd did much better; Selwyn died on 18 May 1978, although he was older at death than Reggie. Mr Thrope was charged with conspiracy to murder Norman Scott on 4 Aug 1978.

Reggies son – DEATH – DATE

When Alec Douglas-Home became PM in October 1963, he initially promised John Boyd-Carpenter the job of Leader of the Commons, but the job actually went to Gwynne and Dafydd’s pal Selwyn Lloyd, who returned to Gov’t from the backbenches, after Macmillan had dispensed with his services in July 1962.

Following the Conservative defeat in 1964, Boyd-Carpenter served as Opposition Front Bench Spokesman on Housing, Local Government and Land, 1964–66 and as Chairman of the Public Accounts Committee, 1964-70.

John Boyd-Carpenter was appointed a life peer on 1 May 1972, as Baron Boyd-Carpenter. 

Boyd-Carpenter was the first Chairman of the UK’s Civil Aviation Authority (CAA) and was at the controls at the time of the collapse of the UK airline Court Line and their subsidiary Clarksons Travel Group in Aug 1974. Court Line Aviation was a British holiday charter airline of the early 1970s based at Luton Airport. It helped pioneer the concept of “cheap and cheerful” package tours to Spain and other destinations in the Med in conjunction with Clarksons Holidays,.The airline, its parent company and its subsidiary tour operators, Clarksons Travel Group and Horizon Travel, ceased trading on 15 August 1974, with at least £7 million owing to 100,000 holidaymakers.

Flight International stated that the CAA headed at the time by Boyd-Carpenter had to bear some responsibility for Court Line’s and Clarksons’ collapse.

See post ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’ for the details of the collapse of Courtline and Clarksons’ and the serious scams and failures of the CAA when Boyd-Carpenter was Chairman, as well as for details of the key figures in the collapsed companies and those who failed to regulate or hold people to account. They ALL had links to Dafydd and the Gang.

In the middle of Macmillan’s Gov’t and the Tory Party when Boyd-Carpenter and Thach were there, were also Edward du Cann, my grandfather’s old enemy and Maurice Macmillan, son of Harold, the Maurice who swindled my father so severely in the early 1960s that it bankrupted him. Maurice Macmillan served as the Tory MP for Halifax, 1955-64 and for Farnham, 1966-84 (Patient F went to Farnham Art School, which was when his battles with Top Docs really began), held office in Douglas-Home’s Gov’t and then popped up again in Heath’s Gov’t, although him swindling loads of farmers did make the news in the 1960s.

Maurice married the Honourable Katharine Ormsby-Gore, daughter of William Ormsby-Gore, 4th Baron Harlech, on 22 August 1942. They had four sons and a daughter. Maurice’s eldest son is Alexander Daniel Alan Macmillan, 2nd Earl of Stockton (born 10 October 1943). Alexander Macmillan entered West Country politics. See previous posts for further details of Maurice’s children as well as for details of the Ormsby-Gores who until William’s day were of the Gang’s network, but from the 5th Lord Harlech David Ormsby-Gore since, have suffered terribly in a manner that suggests that they have been under attack from the Gang…

du Cann – Govt JOBS HERE

Maurice Macmillan was mates with and the brother-in-law of Julian Amery, Macmillan’s son-in-law who served in Macmillan’s Gov’t. In 1963, Julian Amery took charge of Quintin Hogg’s campaign for Leadership of the Tory Party. Previous posts eg. ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part II’ discussed Quintin Hogg aka Lord Hailsham and his long and glorious history of concealing the Gang, as well as his periods of serving as Lord President of the Council – 17 Sept 1957-14 Oct 1959, under Macmillan and 27 July 1960-16 October 1964, under Macmillan and then Douglas-Home – and therefore the visitor of UCNW, providing much needed assistance for the Gang at times when they were at risk of being exposed. Between 1963 and 1970, Hailsham was of course the Tory MP for St Marylebone, a constituency containing a great many wealthy Top Doctors who were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. In his youth, Hailsham had been an enthusiastic mountaineer; he’ll have known Sir Charles Of Dafydd and Gwynne, the Everest Hero, before Hailsham began to dig for victory on Evans’s behalf as Principal of UCNW.

When Maurice swindled my father and other farmers (see post ‘Shurely Shome Mishtake), Quintin Hogg was Lord President of the Council and thus the visitor for UCNW. When Quintin’s son Douglas Hogg took part in the criminal conspiracy to frame me in his capacity as a Home Office Minister, Quintin was Lord Chancellor.

Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary when it was all kicking off, who’s uncle Prof Edred Henry Corner knew Prof Greig-Smith, who was in the thick of the Gang’s mates in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW. See previous posts eg. ‘Additional Security Measures’ for details of the numerous links between the Gang and the Dept of Plant Biology. Douglas Hogg’s old dad Quintin hadn’t only helped the Gang out years previously but Quintin was a member of Harold Macmillan’s Gov’t during the Profumo Affair and when Harold’s son Maurice swindled my father and other farmers in the early 1960s. Maurice and other members of Macmillan’s Gov’t were by then already deeply involved in various business scams, including trafficking/prostitution, which needed Dafydd and Gwynne for success.

Maurice died suddenly in Westminster on 10 March 1984, aged 63, following a heart operation. Which was just about when I raised concerns about Gwynne.

The website of the Thatcher Foundation can always be relied upon to provide a few gens and here is yet another, Thatch’s address at John Boyd-Carpenter’s memorial service on 3rd November 1998, during the Waterhouse Inquiry:

Many of us here today have our own special memories of John Boyd-Carpenter. Mine go back almost forty years to when I was a very young, new Member of the House of Commons... John Boyd-Carpenter, along with Peter Thorneycroft, Quintin Hogg and Enoch Powell were our models and our heroes….…'[Lord John Boyd-Carpenter] had been elected for Kingston in 1945 and in 1951 achieved his first Ministerial Post as Financial Secretary to the Treasury, an office which his father Sir Archibald Boyd-Carpenter had held before him…… in 1955 he was made Minister for Pensions and National Insurance, a senior position but still not in the Cabinet. It was in the Pensions Department that our paths later crossed…I accordingly found myself made a Junior Minister at John Boyd-Carpenter’s Pensions and National Insurance Department…In his memoirs he says that he at first wondered whether my appointment was just one of “Macmillan’s gimmicks”…

He was…a man you could trust completely and respect profoundly, in fact, to use an old-fashioned but apt term for an all-too-endangered species, he was an English gentleman…

‘Trust me, I’m running a sex abuse gang…’

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

His fierce sparring with the late Richard Crossman – which I witnessed at Pensions in government and later at Housing in opposition – was certainly not for the faint-hearted. Both men were enormously intelligent and absolutely fearless…

Kids in care and Empowered Service Users being such formidable enemies and needing the might of the entire State to force them to have sex with horrid old men.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

John spent, in fact, nearly seven long years at Pensions and National Insurance. And he spent a still longer eleven years altogether in Ministerial posts outside the Cabinet, before entering it in 1962 on the “Night of the Long Knives”, as Chief Secretary to the Treasury. It was to prove a difficult period, as the government’s economic problems grew…

Well there’s a surprise.

DU CANNS JOB??

the Conservatives lost the 1964 election and so John lost his post as Chief Secretary. He was never in fact to hold high office again… For my part, I had the great pleasure of working with him once more when he shadowed Housing in Opposition……John Boyd-Carpenter was dropped from the Shadow Cabinet. He did not pretend to appreciate this, but neither was he a man who held grudges. He got on with life as a back-bencher and enjoyed it, making an extremely important contribution as Chairman of the powerful Public Accounts Committee… he put the skills he had acquired in his earlier Ministerial portfolio at Transport to good use as Chairman of the newly created Civil Aviation Authority…He became a successful businessman, and he went on to make many stimulating contributions in the House of Lords, as I learned for myself when I took my place beside him there.…..John had something with deeper roots entirely – he had his Christian faith. His grandfather had been a bishop, and so perhaps he knew how to deal with the bishops who later contemplated closing the little church where John served as Church Warden for forty years… Let me just express the personal conviction that John Boyd-Carpenter was a good politician because he was a good man, and that he was a good man because he was a good Christian...he honoured the memory of his grandfather, the bishop of Ripon; he was obviously influenced in his choice of career by that of his father, the Conservative MP; and (I understand) he inherited something of his force of character from his Yorkshire mother.

The big ring in Yorkshire which was linked to Dafydd and Gwynne and Jimmy Savile, like the ring in north Wales, went back generations. See previous posts.

But I can personally vouch for the influence of his wife Peggy. As a young politician I was sometimes invited to enjoyable dinner parties at the Boyd-Carpenters by these two perfect hosts….Yet at the same time men like John Boyd-Carpenter had the moral depth and balance to conduct their debates and live their political lives according to the abiding values with which they’d been raised, codes of behaviour which were almost second nature to them…

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

John Boyd-Carpenter’s father Sir Archibald Boyd Boyd-Carpenter (26 March 1873-27 May 1937) was educated at Harrow School and Balliol College, where he was Secretary and President of the Oxford Union. After graduation, Archibald worked for three years on the editorial staff of the ‘Yorkshire Post’. Boyd-Carpenter fought in the Second Boer War and in WW I.

Archibald was Mayor of Harrogate, 1909–10 and 1910–11; Alderman of the Borough and represented Harrogate on West Riding County Council, 1910-19. Archibald served as Conservative MP for Bradford North, 1918-23, for Coventry, 1924-29 and for Chertsey from 1931.

So Archibald Boyd-Carpenter went back generations in Dafydd’s partner gang’s strongholds of Bradford and Coventry.

Boyd-Carpenter was Parliamentary Secretary to the Ministry of Labour, November 1922-March 1923, Financial Secretary to the Treasury, March-May 1923, Parliamentary and Financial Secretary to the Admiralty and Paymaster-General, May 1923-January 1924. Boyd-Carpenter was knighted in 1926.

Boyd-Carpenter married Annie in 1907 and they had a son and daughter. He died on 27 May 1937 in Harrogate, aged 64.

 

The children of Dame Viv’s sister-in-law Mary and Sir Thomas Boyd-Carpenter are Clare F. M. Boyd-Carpenter2   Emily Boyd-Carpenter2

 

There is a wonderful blog entitled royalcentral.co.uk which provides details of a fascinating piece of history with regard to William Boyd-Carpenter, Bishop of Ripon and Canon of Westminster ie. John Boyd-Carpenter’s grandfather. Here are a few extracts:

In the British Library five letters from Princess Alix of Hesse, later Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna of Russia (1872-1918) are preserved…These letters are remarkable because they show us like so much of the Tsarina’s correspondence, that time and geography did by no means lessen the strong ties of friendship once established, not even in far-distant Russia. The letters are written to William Boyd Carpenter, WBD KCVO, D. D, D.C..L, D. Litt, Bishop of Ripon, one-time Chaplain to Queen Victoria and later, Clerk of the Closet to Edward VII…The first of these letters is written from Harrogate to the Bishop, in what was arguably the most important year of Alix’s life – 1894. When he visited Windsor in the summer of 1894, Tsarevich Nicholas would be impressed with the Bishop of Ripon’s preaching, commenting in his diary that the Bishop of Ripon on 3 July 1894 (Windsor Castle) had given an ‘excellent’ sermon…Importantly, during this period, Princess Alix was preparing to be received into the Russian Orthodox Church

To understand the importance of the Bishop of Ripon’s position concerning Queen Victoria, we need to look first at his own life… His papers, preserved at the British Library are extraordinary, showing that he was on corresponding terms with many of the crowned heads of Europe and their respective relatives. Boyd Carpenter held the Bible at George V’s coronation…

Boyd Carpenter’s connection with Queen Victoria was privileged and one of mutual respect and warmth. Carpenter had been Vicar of St. James’s, Holloway and was first invited by Dean Wellesley in June 1877 to preach before Queen Victoria. Thereafter, he gave a sermon for the Queen once a year for the next five years. In 1879, he was appointed Honorary Chaplain and in 1882 became Canon of Windsor. He also had his first interview with the Queen who came to regard his preaching highly, writing on 14 December 1885: ‘it was a great disappointment to me and all of us – that you could not be here yesterday to give us one of your beautiful sermons’. The Queen stood as godmother to one of Carpenter’s daughters who died as an infant. The Queen had given this daughter a cross and afterwards asked if Mrs Carpenter ‘might hereafter like to wear it as a double remembrance’.

All of the Bishop’s letters to the Queen were “carefully preserved, and two volumes of them bound”. He spoke the Queen Victoria Jubilee Sermon before the House of Commons and even wrote a Jubilee Hymn. He preached at Christ Church, Harrogate in 1904, in whose churchyard, Dr Bickersteth composed his hymn, ‘Peace, perfect peace’ on the death of the Prince Consort.

Movingly, Carpenter spoke to Queen Victoria, three weeks before her death: “We had the service in the yellow drawing-room, as being more convenient of access than the chapel. A harmonium was brought in, and HRH Princess Beatrice played… It was the last Sunday of the year and of the century… so I spoke of the changelessness of God, from the words, ‘Thou art the same, and Thy years shall not fail.’ Then followed Faber’s hymn, which the Queen liked, ‘Angels of Jesus’… I saw the Queen once more… I left her about nine o’clock in the evening; thus I bade her adieu for the last time on the last day of the last century”

Carpenter was, according to Life, with the Queen’s eldest daughter, Empress Frederick at the end of her life, when she was in dreadful agony: ‘The Empress was not able to get up… She gave my wife a bracelet of her own, which had some family associations. She gave me a seal, which had been Queen Victoria’s, and was in the room in which she died… The Empress said… “When I am gone, I want you to read the English burial service over me…’ (cit., Ibid, pp. 251-52).

The dying Empress dictated a letter to the Bishop “Schloss Friedrichshof, Cronberg, Taunus, Dec 1st 1900, From my Bed”, with a line in her hand, despite terrible physical suffering: “I remain ever, my dear Bishop, Yours very sincerely, Dowr, Empress Frederick and Queen of Prussia’. Perhaps most moving of all was the added sentence, written by a dying woman: ‘I hope my tree is alive and growing” (cit., Ibid, pp. 254-55)…

The Tsarina’s last (surviving) letter to Carpenter was written during the First World War, from Tsarskoe Selo, at a period when she was still able to get messages through to England. Unsurprisingly, most of the letter is about the Tsarina’s admirable war work, as part of which she trained also as a nurse, together with her two eldest daughters, Grand Duchesses Olga and Tatiana.

It is perhaps poignant that the last letter which Alexandra wrote to Carpenter contains the plea: ‘Kindly remember my dear ones and me in your prayers’. Of course, we know that after this letter was written, the First World War had another three years to run, during which time the Tsar abdicated and following his internment at Tsarskoe Selo with his family and faithful retainers who chose to stay, was then moved eastwards into Siberian exile and imprisonment, which only ended with the murder of the Russian Imperial Family by the Bolsheviks at Ekaterinburg on the night of 16/17 July 1918.

Boyd Carpenter also died in 1918. His grave may be found fittingly, as later Canon and Sub-Dean of Westminster but also given his royal connections, in the north cloister at Westminster Abbey. His grave bears his crest – a globe on a stand – and his motto “Per acuta belli”. The inscription on his gravestone reads:’ William Boyd Carpenter K.C.V.O., D.D., D.C.L. Bishop of Ripon 1884-1911, Clerk of the Closet, Canon and Sub-Dean of Westminster. Born 1841. Died 1918′.

The royalcentral.co.uk blog contains extensive details of the letters, a selection of photos and it is clear that William Boyd-Carpenter was on excellent terms with members of the British Royal Family as well as members of the Russian Royal Family. He even gave gifts to Edward VII.

Edward in coronation robes holding a sceptre. A crown and orb are on the table to his right.

Edward VII was the notorious Bertie, son of Queen Victoria, who is believed to have fathered so many illegitimate children that no-one ever knew how many and had affairs and encounters with numerous women including prostitutes. It is Camilla’s claim to fame that her great-grandmother Alice Keppel was one of Bertie’s many mistresses.

Edward (right) with his mother (centre) and Russian relations: Tsar Nicholas II (left), Empress Alexandra and baby Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna, 1896.

In late 1891, Edward’s eldest son, Albert Victor, was engaged to Princess Victoria Mary of Teck. Just a few weeks later, in early 1892, Albert Victor died of pneumonia. Mary of Teck subsequently married King George V and became Queen Mary. Mary’s brother Prince Alexander of Teck, later known as the Earl of Athlone, was the Governor of the Middlesex Hospital and Chancellor of London University. Athlone was Chancellor of London University when Gwynne qualified there and he may still have been Chairman of the Middlesex as well at that time. See previous posts.

Bertrand Russell’s grandfather served two terms as PM when Queen Victoria was on the throne; Russell was brought up more by his grandparents than his parents. See post ‘Cymro 007’. ‘Cymru 007’ discussed how the building of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was only achieved when Queen Victoria donated a considerable sum of money towards it. The Welsh authorities maintained that there were not enough insane in north Wales to justify the building of the institution. So the Royal coffers were opened. In the same post I discussed the mystery of the presence of many English patients in the North Wales Hospital even in its early years, who were funded by sources outside of Wales. At the time, connections between Denbigh and the rest of Wales yet alone England were very poor and Denbigh was a Welsh speaking area. But there were all those English people banged up in an asylum in the Welsh hills miles away from anywhere. They won’t have been there because they had friends or family nearby. In the asylum for which Queen Victoria footed the bill because the Welsh authorities stated that there was no local need for the asylum…

By the time that Gwynne was lobotomising, it is clear that Denbigh was a receptacle for the victims of Royal and aristocratic sex offenders, but I’m wondering who might have been incarcerated there back in Victoria’s day.

Edward in coronation robes holding a sceptre. A crown and orb are on the table to his right.

One thing that I did when back in 1987 it was leaked to the British media that two of Lilibet’s cousins had been banged up in an asylum when they were young and then officially announced as dead, was to really take the piss in a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority. Why? Because when the elderly Royals who had been  incarcerated for decades were found in a long stay hospital and photos of ‘that ward’ where the two sisters lived were published, the ward was EXACTLY like the ward that I was on when Dafydd illegally imprisoned me in Denbigh. It was identical, the same items and style of furniture. I also made some quips about the possibility that the Royals might have been shagged by Dafydd and Gwynne.

Professor Bluglass was subsequently given that letter – as I imagine were many other people – and gosh was he angry about it. Evidence of Insanity and Dangerousness so irreversible that I have been told that further evidence began to be accumulated to make a case for psychosurgery no less. Gwynne was dead by then but the Top Docs at Cardiff were among the last to carry out what were effectively lobotomies. It was how they killed Lena Zavaroni on 1 Oct 1999, four months before the Waterhouse Report was published. See previous posts for details of the sad death of Lena, about which the University Hospital Cardiff have never told the truth…

After the two Royal Cousins were found banged up, the US press then revealed that three other cousins had also been banged up at the same time, but that didn’t receive much publicity in the UK.

So Ma’am, WHO was banged up in Denbigh after Queen Victoria so kindly paid for it to be built? As ‘The Sun’ told you in the aftermath of the unfortunate business with Diana and that tunnel, Show Us You Care Ma’am!!

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By the way Ma’am, I’m sorry to trouble you further, but one day back in the late 1980s, when Gwynedd Health Authority took me to the High Court for a matter that mysteriously fizzled out by the time that I had got there so I was never quite sure what the allegations were, after the case I did of course return to Ysbyty Gwynedd and ask, yet again, when my complaint was going to be investigated. In the corridor I bumped into Sister Ella Fisk who ran the psych patients day centre and she kept saying ‘Didn’t the judge tell you anything?’ but wouldn’t explain further when I asked ‘Tell me what?’ At that point, another Angel whom I didn’t know arrived and said to Ella quietly ‘They didn’t get it, they lost’. Ella wandered off without clarifying who didn’t get what. I presumed that Gwynedd Health Authority had tried to secure an injunction against me but had lost – this encounter occurred before they did secure an injunction on the basis of their perjury.

Ma’am, did Gwynedd Health Authority perhaps apply for something a little more drastic than an injunction but lose? Because people keep telling me that at some point after I made those quips about your Bowes-Lyon relatives hidden away in a Denbighesque place, the Cunning Plan was to serve an order on me incarcerating me at your pleasure Ma’am, with added lobotomy. I have mentioned previously that I do know that people from Somerset were asked to make comment about my insanity and among those who proffered evidence – and subsequently found themselves in possession of a great deal of money – were at least two child sex offenders, a number of people involved in fairly serious crime, any number whom simply lied in return for payment and at least one who had, with other people, dug a body up out of a grave in a churchyard in Somerset and kept the skull as an ornament.

Furthermore Ma’am, when documents that I had written found their way into the hands of lawyers, Top Docs and others unknown to me, I do hope that they were not amended in that time-honoured way utilised by Gwynne, the GMC, Alun Davies, the Welsh Office and Ron Evans the crooked Gwynedd County Council solicitor. One is not supposed to forge evidence Ma’am.

If you don’t mind me saying Ma’am, next time could you find somewhat more reliable witnesses if you and your son and heir absolutely have to conduct a vicious campaign against someone who refused to join the Royal Lobotomist’s brothel?

I look forward to receiving the NDA Ma’am.

Dame Viv’s long-term partner until he dumped her in 2005, Sir Jocelyn Edward Greville Stevens (14 February 1932-9 October 2014), attended Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge and then Sandhurst. Stevens undertook his National Service in the Rifle Brigade.

Stevens built a career in journalism and publishing. In 1957 he bought the British high society publication The Queen, which he revamped, renaming it Queen and hiring Beatrix Miller as Editor. Stevens hired Mark Boxer as art director  – Boxer was married to TV Beauty Anna Ford – and Lord Snowdon, before Snowdon married Ma’am Darling, as photographer.

In the 1960s Jocelyn provided financial backing for Radio Caroline. In the 1960s–70s he was named as MD of the Evening Standard and Daily Express. I used to wonder who it was who thought that Rupert Bear was a character who had adventures exciting enough to entertain me when I was a kid and I noticed that Rupert wore the sort of trousers that I had only ever seen on one of my uncles as well.

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The non-English speaking Dr Perera who unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd in the autumn of 1986 wore Rupert Bear trousers and furthermore they were such an ill-fit that as he yelled and screamed at me in a language which I could not understand, the trousers made their way well down below his buttocks. Of course this was a subject for later piss-taking and no doubt the Lord Chancellor himself received a copy of my scurrilous comments about the Rupert Bear trousers. No, my letters didn’t go as far as the schoolkids issue of ‘Oz’ and their parody of Rupert…

A British newspaper obituary observed that, in the course of his newspaper career, Stevens “revelled in his image as a posh bully, living up, or down, to Private Eye’s nickname for him: “Piranha teeth.”

Stevens was Chairman of English Heritage, 1992-2000. In 1992 he was awarded a CVO for his part in curating the Sovereign Exhibition at the V & A Museum and he was knighted in 1996., the year that the Jillings Report was completely suppressed on the advice of Lord Max’s son Michael Beloff QC, the year that The Hague announced that the Waterhouse Inquiry was to be held, the year that F and I were arrested on the basis of yet more perjury with a view to incarcerating me in a secure unit…

Stevens was born in Marylebone, London. Top Doctor Central. He was son of Major Charles Greville Bartlett Stevens (“Stewart-Stevens” following his second marriage, to Muriel, daughter of Charles Edward Stewart, of that family of Balnakeilly, Perthshire, Scotland) and his first wife Elizabeth (“Betty”), daughter of Sir Edward Hulton, 1st Baronet and his second wife, the music hall artist, actress and singer Millicent Warris, born Fanny Elizabeth Warriss or Wariss, known by the stage name Millie Lindon; Betty died shortly after her son’s birth. His father blamed Stevens for his mother’s death, and the child was left in a flat near Baker Street, attended to by nannies, a maid, a cook, a priest and a chauffeur.

Stevens was maternal nephew of the magazine publisher Sir Edward George Warris Hulton. His step-brother was Sir Blair Stewart-Wilson, Equerry to Lilibet and Deputy Master of the Household in the Royal Household, 197694., Jocelyn’s step-sister Prudence, Lady Penn (née Stewart-Wilson), was a Lady-in-Waiting to the Queen Mum and the wife of the former Comptroller of the Lord Chamberlain’s Office, Lieutenant-Colonel Sir Eric Penn. Prudence knew about the rent boy ring that the Queen Mum’s loyal retainer Backdoor Billy aka William Tallon ran then. See previous posts…

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Jocelyn was married to Jane Armyne Sheffield, daughter of John Vincent Sheffield and wife Ann Margaret Faudel-Phillips, paternal granddaughter of the 6th Baronet Sheffield (Sam Cameron’s great-grandfather) and a Lady-in-Waiting to Ma’am Darling for 23 years until 1979. Jocelyn and Jane had four children, two sons and two daughters. Their daughter Pandora married property developer Charles Delevingne and they have three daughters, Chloe, and models Poppy Delevingne and Cara Delevingne

After dumping Dame Viv in 2008, Jocelyn married Emma Cheape, daughter of the late Sir Iain Tennant and former wife of Angus Ismay Cheape.

Sir Iain Mark Tennant was educated at Eton and Magdalene College, Cambridge. He served with the Scots Guards, 1940-42 and was an intelligence officer with 201 Guards’ Brigade. In 1946 Tennant married Lady Margaret Helen Isla Marion Ogilvy (1920-2014), daughter of Colonel David Ogilvy, 12th Earl of Airlie in Westminster.

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Tennant’s business appointments include Chairman of Grampian Television from 1968 to 1989 (he was Vice-Chairman, 1960-68), Director of Caledonian Associated Cinemas from 1950 to 1990; Director of Clydesdale Bank from 1969 to 1989; Director of Abbey National Building Society; and Honorary Director with Seagram Co Ltd; Chairman of Glenlivet and Glen Grant Distilleries Ltd; and was Chairman of the Board of Gordonstoun School, 1957-72.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

Tennant was a Member of the Royal Company of Archers from 1950. He was Deputy Lieutenant of Moray in 1954 and Lord Lieutenant of Moray, 1963-94, Lord High Commissioner to the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland in 1988 and 1989 and Crown Estate Commissioner for Scotland, 1970-90. He was appointed a Knight of the Thistle in 1986. He also served on Moray and Nairn County Council from 1956 to 1964. He was a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts.

Dame Viv: Just a short plump Jewish girl with glasses who, a la Dafydd, is ‘only trying to help’:

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 ‘Now which rich old man known to me would like to shag this nubile wench and how much will he pay?’:
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USE THAT 2014 ARTICLE BY William Astor somewhere – link on wiki for Clore

Rodney Klevan – put up top with info re N Circuit

 

Now to return to Lord Denning’s neck of the woods, Whitchurch/Overton in Hampshire. The Dennings grew up in Whitchurch, went to the village school and there were a lot of Dennings. Their background was nothing like the background of the people whom Lord Denning and Sir Norman worked with in later life. Lord Denning was revered in Whitchurch and Overton, everyone knew who he was and Lord Denning and Sir Norman lived in the area until they died. The local MP would never have dared cross their path. I realised a few days ago that I didn’t know who the MP for Whitchurch/Overton was when I lived there, although I knew that we lived near Lord Denning…

So I looked up the MP for Whitchurch/Overton…

The local MP, 1964-97, was the Tory Sir David Bower Mitchell (20 June 1928-30 August 2014) who served as a junior Minister under Thatch. Mitchell was born in Buckinghamshire and educated at Aldenham School, Hertfordshire, before becoming a wine shipper and merchant.

Mitchell served as a Councillor on St Pancras Borough Council, 1956-59. Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Sir Kenneth Robinson was the Tory MP for St Pancras North, 1949-70. Mitchell contested St Pancras North in 1959,but lost by a considerable margin to Robinson.

St Pancras North was in the Camden area, host to so many of the Bloomsbury Set and their friends with close links to north Wales. The connection goes back at least as far as Bertrand Russell’s first wife, Alys Pearsall Smith.  Alys and her friend Adele Myer established the St Pancras ‘Mothers and Babies Welcome’, which is described as the forerunner of the mother and baby clinic. However as I describe in my post ‘International Women’s Day! Let’s Celebrate With Jane…’ whatever that clinic was doing it wasn’t what Alys and Adele thought or claimed.

Adele’s grandson was Sir Anthony Meyer, the Westminster Swinger who served as the Tory MP for West Flintshire/Clwyd North West, 1970-92, after he lost his seat for Eton and Slough. Sir Anthony utilised the services of Dafydd and Gwynne and inexplicably bagged the seat by the efforts of the previous MP, Nigel Birch aka Lord Rhyl – another mate of Dafydd and Gwynne’s, who caused problems for Macmillan over the Profumo Affair as discussed in previous posts – after no other constituency would consider Meyer as a candidate. See previous posts.

Sir Anthony made a name for himself by acting as the stalking horse when he challenged Thatch for the Tory Party leadership in 1989. The world mocked, but the plan was that Heseltine would then join in as the real candidate, but Heseltine didn’t come forward. Sir Anthony and Heseltine had already previously hatched a plan to both try and benefit from their knowledge of what the Gang were doing to me during the Westland Affair, but that fell apart as well. See posts ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘A Legend Lives’.

It was in 1989 that the Gang began declaring me so Insane and Dangerous that Drastic Measures were needed.

Image result for Lobotomy PickBluglass concealed the Gang’s criminality when he failed to investigate my complaint in July 1989. See post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’.

This lot really were bonkers weren’t they. A student complains about a disgusting old man but doesn’t realise that he’s the Royal Lobotomist and they do all this…

 

Heseltine came from Swansea and served as the Tory MP for Tavistock in Devon, 1966-74. Not only was Mr Thrope the MP for North Devon, but my father farmed in Devon when Maurice Macmillan swindled him and those Tory mates of Edward du Cann who were livid with my grandfather will have known Heseltine.

See previous posts for details of the civil war that broke out in the Clwyd Tory Party in 1983 when Sir Anthony did battle with Beata Brookes, another member of the Gang. There was havoc – such havoc and havoc connected to the Gang coming after Brown and I – that Tory Party HQ and Cecil Parkinson refused to get involved. Sir Anthony triumphed through the Courts in the end. Interesting in itself; Myer was a graduate of New College Oxford (as was his father), ex-Army and a former diplomat. So he worked for the security services. Of course he won that Court case, no matter what the merits. Beata was dreadful and her own family rigged Court cases constantly, but Sir Anthony was posher and richer. Hard luck famille Brookes, that’s how the system works.

 

David Mitchell was the Tory MP for Basingstoke, 1964-83 and for Hampshire North West, 1983 until he retired in 1997. In 1970, Mitchell was appointed PPS to Sir Keith Joseph, Secretary of State for the DHSS. Joseph was an MP for a Leeds constituency in Savile HQ and went back as far as Macmillan’s time in the Tory Party. At the DHSS, Keith Joseph appointed Barbara Kahan as his adviser on social work. Kahan and her husband Dr Vladimir Kahan, a child psychiatrist, had been colluding with the ring in Oxford for years. Once in post as Joseph’s advisor, Babs hung around Gov’t concealing organised abuse for many more years. See eg. ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.

Mitchell served under Thatch as Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for Industry, 1979–81, Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1981–83, Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State, 9 June 1983 –9 January 1986 and Minister of State, 9 January 1986-25 July 1988, in the Dept of Transport.

Mitchell was knighted in 1988 upon his resignation from Gov’t.

Mitchell’s son Andrew Mitchell is the Member of Parliament for Sutton Coldfield, and served as Secretary of State for International Development and briefly as Chief Whip in David Cameron’s government between 2010 and 2012

In 2008, Sir David Mitchell published an autobiography entitled “From House to House, The Endless Adventures of Politics & Wine” with The Memoir Club.

 

Sir David Mitchell, a former Conservative minister and the father of current MP Andrew Mitchell, has died aged 86 following a long illness.

Sir David was an MP for more than 30 years and served under Margaret Thatcher in departments including industry, transport and Northern Ireland.

He represented Hampshire North West an MP from 1964 to 1997 and died at his home in Odiham, Hampshire, in the early hours of Saturday morning.

A spokesman for his relatives said: “The family has expressed its gratitude to the health professionals and carers who enabled him to die peacefully in his own home.”

In his autobiography, From House to House: The Endless Adventures of Politics and Wine, he wrote that he initially chose market gardening as a career after being educated in Hertfordshire and leaving school at 16 with few qualifications.

Sir David’s son, Andrew Mitchell, was acquitted of wrongdoing in the ‘Plebgate’ row

He moved into politics in the mid-1950s as a member of the former St Pancras Borough Council in London and was elected as MP for Basingstoke in 1964, moving to Hampshire North West when constituency boundaries were changed years later.

While a backbencher in 1996, he stood down as a member of the Commons committee investigating the cash for questions scandal because his son was called to give evidence to the committee.

Aside from politics, Sir David was an expert in wine and was a chairman of the City of London’s El Vino wine merchants and a joint managing director with his brother, Christopher.

He became a member of the Worshipful Company of Vintners and was knighted in 1988.

The Memoir Club –

SIR DAVID sadly died in August 2014 Sir David Mitchell is the father of Andrew Mitchell former MP.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/politics/2013/feb/04/andrew-mitchell-plebgate-stitched

Despite leaving school at sixteen with few qualifications, David Mitchell achieved success in not one, but two concurrent careers.

David Mitchell was born in 1928, son of James Mitchell and Mona Elizabeth Blackett née Bower. He was educated at Aldenham and chose market gardening as a career. He became a member of Transport and General Workers’ Union and was awarded a scholarship to their summer school.

His political career carried him from back bench MP for Basingstoke to become one of Margaret Thatcher’s Ministers. His portfolios included Small Business Policy, Local Government in Northern Ireland to Transport Minister, covering British Rail, Buses, Aviation, Ports, Shipping and the Channel Tunnel, also negotiations which opened the way for the cut price airlines now beloved by millions of travellers.

He was a member of the strife-torn St Pancras Borough Council from 1956-59; MP for Basingstoke 1964-83 and for North  West Hampshire 1983-97, Opposition Whip 1965-67. He was Parliamentary Under Secretary of State for: Industry 1979-81, Northern Ireland 1981-83, Transport 1983-86 and from 1986-88 he held the position of Minister of State for Transport.

Except during his Ministerial period, he was for many years joint MD and then Chairman of El Vino wine merchants with also their famous Fleet Street watering hole.

The reader is invited to accompany Sir David on his journey through a life dedicated to his passions for politics and wine. As we progress, much inside information is imparted, spiced with humour and anecdote, making the book accessible and enjoyable for the enthusiast, the lay reader and student alike.

Sir David is a Member of the Worshipful Company of Vintners, being Swan Warden in 1989 and Master in 1992.

He was knighted in 1988 and in retirement lives in Hampshire.

Born in the Paddington, London, Freeth was educated at Sherborne School and then served in the Royal Air Force. In 1946, he went up to Trinity Hall, Cambridge. Whilst at Cambridge University he became President of the Cambridge Union.[1]

He was Member of Parliament for Basingstoke from 1955 until he stood down in 1964. He was appointed Parliamentary Secretary for Science and was involved in setting up the Trent Committee.

Freeth asked the first ever question about deafblind people in the House of Commons in 1964, when he asked the Government, local authorities, and the public to give people with the condition more attention and support.[citation needed]

After leaving parliament he then worked as a stockbroker.

Freeth served for nearly 20 years as a Churchwarden of the leading London Anglo-Catholic Church, All Saints, Margaret Street.

According to Michael McManus’s book on the history of Conservative attitudes to homosexuality, Freeth was a gay man.[2] His homosexuality had been discovered by Lord Denning who, in the wake of the Profumo Affair, had been tasked by prime minister Harold Macmillan with identifying other ministers who might be ‘security risks’. Denning’s discovery apparently resulted in Freeth being asked to give up his seat in 1964.

 

Torygraph obituary – 28 Apr 2010

But in May 1962 his health cracked and he was taken to hospital. Weeks later he was fined £1 for being drunk and disorderly in Pimlico, telling the Bench he was upset because his mother was ill. Asked if he would resign, Freeth’s father replied: “Why should he? He’s a young man with his future ahead of him.”

Macmillan refused his resignation, and he continued in office. But when the prime minister retired in October 1963 Freeth also stood down, citing his own poor health.

It was not easy to place Freeth in the conventional Conservative spectrum. For example, he called for the death penalty to be extended to rape, but was among a minority of Tories to support the legalisation of homosexuality.

Denzil Kingson Freeth was born on July 10 1924, the son of Walter and Vera Freeth. Leaving Sherborne with a scholarship to Trinity Hall, Cambridge, he broke off his studies to join the RAF, serving for three years as a flying officer. As a minister he would ask why it took five years to train a bricklayer when he had got his wings in five months.

Invalided out in 1946, he returned to Cambridge and in 1949 was elected president of the Union, with Norman St John-Stevas as secretary. His election as president of the university Conservative Association was not controversial, but his subsequent advocacy of a classless society was.

After debating tours of Ireland and the United States, Freeth went into the City as a stockbroker’s clerk. He joined the Stock Exchange in 1959, and the following year became a partner in Grieveson, Grant.

He was elected to the executive of the Conservative National Union in 1955, and the same year was elected for Basingstoke, the first seat he had applied for, with a majority of 6,290.

In the Commons, Freeth campaigned for a better deal for the small saver, and for incentives to get private finance into rented housing rather than subsidising new towns and overspill estates. After less than a year Sir Toby Low, Minister of State for Trade, appointed him his Parliamentary private secretary.

In March 1957 he became PPS to Sir David Eccles, first at Trade and subsequently at Education – and soon afterward disagreed publicly with Low over a pay award to railwaymen which he said would encourage the miners to ask for more. He caused more of a stir by suggesting Cabinet ministers should be paid more, to encourage the “best people” to go into Parliament.

Freeth was appointed Parliamentary Secretary for Science in February 1961, having almost doubled his majority at the 1959 election. Apart from representing Hailsham in the Commons, he was most occupied with atomic energy and the “brain drain” to the United States.

Freeth’s 30 months in government coincided with the moment Britain’s nuclear programmes, civil and military, began to falter. Early on, he reported to the House that Britain would supply France with plutonium to start its fast-breeder reactor programme.

Then he suffered the embarrassment of seeing work at the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment, Aldermaston, dry up within months of his assuring the 2,000 staff that their jobs were safe. He was also answerable when Macmillan cancelled the Blue Water rocket, curbing Britain’s ambitions in space.

Harold Wilson’s election as Labour leader and his commitment to the “white heat of technology” put pressure on Freeth, the more so as Wilson summoned Richard Crossman from the back benches to shadow him. With Crossman blaming the “brain drain” on the Tories, Freeth hinted at inducements to tempt back scientists who had emigrated to America.

On his estimate 1,000 a year were making the journey, out of 18,000 who had been trained. As Wilson and Crossman stepped up their campaign, Freeth told them Labour’s pledges to increase taxes were making the exodus worse.

Returning to the back benches, at the end of 1963, Freeth took up what became a cause célèbre – the treatment of a constituent, Major Peter Cory. Cory had been found guilty by court martial of taking £100 from regimental funds while stationed in Kenya. Two years later he was cleared on appeal, with MPs – including Freeth – furious he had not been allowed bail. Cory rejected £7,500 compensation, roughly what he would have received as severance pay. Freeth said the case had been reviewed in a “most unsatisfactory way” and Cory had received no compensation for the “mental anguish, gross injustice and ruining of his career.”

Vacating his seat at the 1964 election, Freeth returned to the City, spending the next 27 years as a broker. He was churchwarden of All Saints, Margaret Street and chaired the finance committee of the London Diocesan Fund. He was appointed MBE in 1997.

Denzil Freeth was unmarried.

Guardian obituary, 12 May, 2010

Denzil Freeth, who has died at the age of 85, was one of the most promising of Tory MPs when he entered the Commons as member for Basingstoke in 1955, at the age of 31. Though he was widely respected, his time in politics was cut short in the aftermath of the Profumo scandal of 1963, and he left parliament at the following year’s general election.

He had enjoyed a notable undergraduate career at Cambridge, becoming one of the most successful presidents of the Cambridge Union of his generation. In Harold Macmillan’s Conservative government, after acting as private secretary to two ministers, he became parliamentary secretary for science, answering questions in the Commons at a time when Lord Hailsham, sitting in the Lords, was the minister with cabinet responsibility for the subject. Denzil was as confident at the dispatch box as he had been in the Cambridge Union.

His parliamentary career was truncated, however, when he was nominated as a security risk by Lord Denning, who had been asked to conduct an inquiry by Macmillan after both the war secretary, John Profumo, and a Soviet embassy official had had relationships with Christine Keeler, and Profumo had subsequently tried to conceal his involvement. One of the consequences of the inquiry was that Denzil was asked not to stand again for his seat.

The request followed at least two unfortunate incidents. Late one night, he went to empty a dustbin outside his house in Victoria, central London, dressed in his underclothes, only to have his front door close on him. It was his bad luck that at that moment, a policeman appeared, and despite his protests, he was charged with being drunk and disorderly, and fined £1. He promptly offered to resign from his government post. On another occasion, a junior minister mentioned in a Sunday gossip column as having been at a party also attended by the spy John Vassall was quickly identified as Denzil.

Until then he had been regarded as a rising star, ahead of such figures as Margaret Thatcher in the budding Tory hierarchy. Nor was he ever afraid, unlike other gay Tory MPs, to support causes such as the implementation of Sir John Wolfenden’s 1957 report that homosexuality should not be regarded as a crime.

My own friendship with him began at Cambridge, when I was in my first term at the same college as him, Trinity Hall, and continued when I was in the Commons press gallery.

It says much for Denzil’s deep faith as a high Anglican that over the years after leaving the Commons, he never once gave the slightest sign of regret over the premature end of his political career, instead devoting himself to his work in the church he attended, All Saints, Margaret Street, in the West End of London. He acted as churchwarden for some 30 years, which was recognised when he was made MBE in 1997. Otherwise, he worked in the City as a successful stockbroker.

Over those years, Denzil was the most generous of hosts, frequently entertaining in his Kensington flat. He was an imaginative cook and very fond of good wine. In later life, when he was in hospital, it was always a joy to visit him.

Born in London, Denzil had won a scholarship to Trinity Hall from his school, Sherborne, in Dorset, but then, during the second world war, he was called up to serve with the RAF before he could take up the place. He trained in Canada as a pilot, but the war ended before he could see active service.

He is survived by a great-niece.

Denzil Freeth

Denzil Kingston Freeth, politician and stockbroker, born 10 July 1924; died 26 April 2010

Basingstoke Gazette –

FORMER Basingstoke MP Denzil Freeth – who represented the town for nearly a decade – has died aged 85.

The stockbroker, whose funeral took place on Wednesday, won the Basingstoke seat as a 30-year-old at the first attempt in 1955.

He went on to serve as Parliamentary Secretary for Science before stepping down in 1964 – two years after his health problems led to a hospital visit and an appearance before magistrates.

Born on July 10, 1924, Mr Freeth was educated at Highfield School, Liphook, Sherborne School and Trinity Hall, Cambridge.

He served in the RAF as a pilot between 1943 and 1946, before returning to Cambridge, where he became president of the Union Society and chairman of the university Conservative Association.

After Cambridge, Mr Freeth became a stockbroker’s clerk in the City and joined the Stock Exchange in 1959. By then he was MP for Basingstoke.

He succeeded Sir Patrick Donner in 1955, winning the Basingstoke seat with a majority of 6,290.

During an early foray in the Commons, he advocated extension of the death penalty to rapists. Contrary to the opinions of many in his party at that time, he supported legalisation of homosexuality.

At a time when Basingstoke was preparing to expanded to take in London overspill, Mr Freeth preferred private finance for rented housing over subsidised new towns and estates.

After being appointed Parliamentary Secretary for Science in 1961, Mr Freeth, who never married, was frequently quizzed in the Commons about topics such as Britain’s space and atomic programmes. In May 1963, he told Parliament the Government would not shed jobs at the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment at Aldermaston even though work for the scientists there subsequently dried up.

Sherfield-On-Loddon Parish Magazine, April 1959 mentions Freeth: under the notices re meetings to be held in the Village Hall, it is stated that on April 25, the Conservative Association will be holding their AGM and ‘the speaker at this meeting is Mr. Denzil Freeth, M.P., and, as it is generally supposed, that the General Election will be held this year, Mr. Freeth hopes that not only his supporters but also many others will come to hear what he has to say’.
Guardian Obit written by his close friend Edward Greenfield –

Edward Harry Greenfield OBE (3 July 1928 – 1 July 2015) was an English music critic and broadcaster.

Edward Greenfield was born in Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex. His father, Percy Greenfield, was a manager in a labour exchange, while his mother, Mabel, was a clerk. He was briefly evacuated to Belper in Derbyshire when the Second World War began. He attended Westcliff High School for Boys, and then did two years of National Service. During his service, which began in 1947, he was with the Royal Army Educational Corps, where he was promoted to sergeant. He was deployed with the British Army of the Rhine in Germany.

He went to Trinity Hall, Cambridge, to study modern languages, but ended up graduating in law. JOHN TILLEY – CHECK LINKS

Greenfield joined The Manchester Guardian in 1953, where he began as a filing clerk. He then became a lobby correspondent in the House of Commons.[3]

He was a record critic for the newspaper from 1955, a music critic from 1964, and was chief music critic from 1977 until his retirement in 1993. He contributed to Gramophone magazine from 1960, and was joint editor of The Stereo Record Guide after 1960.[2]

A regular broadcaster on the BBC, he presented classical music programmes on the World Service, including his selection of music and requests on The Greenfield Collection,[1] and was a regular contributor to the Building a Library feature of Radio 3’s Record Review (now CD Review) for many years.

Greenfield was awarded the OBE in 1994.

In 2010, Greenfield entered into a civil partnership with Paul Westcott, a press officer at Chandos Records.[1]

In his later years, he suffered from an undiagnosed condition that affected his balance and rendered him immobile. He died at his home in Spitalfields, London, on 1 July 2015, two days before his 87th birthday.

Guardian obit for Edward Greenfield, 2 July 2015 –

The kindest and most considerate of critics, the conductor Sir Antonio Pappano said of him – and few who read Edward Greenfield, who has died aged 86, in his almost 30 years as a Guardian music critic, or who followed his reviews in Gramophone magazine, or who listened week by week to The Greenfield Collection, his long-running series on the BBC World Service, would have disagreed.

Yet this accolade was in a sense controversial. There were those who read him, who sat alongside him as critics, or among those who oversaw his copy at the Guardian, who found him too kind, too considerate; who wanted more of a cutting edge. They were not going to get that from Greenfield. He was against that approach temperamentally, but also on principle, as he explained in a statement he called his credo, which he wrote on his retirement as chief music critic in July 1993. Critics, he wrote, are “expected to be sour. I would much prefer it if, instead of ‘critic’, we could find a crisp word meaning ‘one who appreciates’ … My own consistent belief is that the music critic must aim at appreciation above all, trying never to let the obvious need for analysis in nitpicking detail get in the way of enjoyment … My aim always is to go to a concert, or put on a CD, wanting to like.”

Edward Greenfield outside the Guardian’s former offices on Farringdon Road, London
Edward Greenfield outside the Guardian’s former offices on Farringdon Road, London Photograph: Don Smith/Radio Times

That is not to say there weren’t occasions he railed at, especially when he felt a director had subjugated some favourite opera to his own inappropriate whims. “Greeted with vociferous booing”, he recalled of a performance of Die Walküre at Bayreuth, “in which I enthusiastically joined.” Yet Greenfield was always the sum of his many enthusiasms: for the society of friends, whom he loved to entertain at lavish lunch parties; for good food and good wine on these and other occasions; for the house he bought and rescued from near dereliction in a street in Spitalfields, east London, far less smart when he found it than it is now; and above all for music and for musicians.

Greenfield was born in Westcliff-on-Sea, Essex, to a father named Percy and a mother called Mabel – names that, as he used wryly to observe, dated him. The Greenfields came from Yorkshire, but his father’s work, once he had switched from solicitor’s clerk to running labour exchanges, had taken him to Lincolnshire and then to Essex. Ted’s brother, Peter, was six years older. Their parents were ambitious for them, their mother particularly, and music soon became an essential part of Ted’s life, with piano and singing lessons and a place in a percussion band. There were also elocution lessons, which was why as a familiar radio voice he verged on the plummy.

From the local primary school he moved in the month the second world war was declared to Westcliff high school for boys, before being briefly evacuated with his brother to Belper in Derbyshire. Back at Westcliff, his passion for music developed, though, fearing music might for too much of the time cover ground with which he was familiar, he chose to read modern languages at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. First, though, in 1947, there was national service: and here – appropriately, for he was no natural soldier – he was posted to the Royal Army Educational Corps, where he was promoted to sergeant, had a spell with the British army of the Rhine in Germany and, characteristically, made friends with whom he stayed in regular touch thereafter.

At Cambridge, he soon decided to drop modern languages and read law instead, going on to take bar finals. This was not out of any conviction that he would become a lawyer; indeed, he had no settled notion of what he wanted to do with his life, except that music would be an essential part of it. But his time at Cambridge also included activity in the Cambridge Union and in the Labour Club, of which he was elected chairman.

At the university appointments board, discussing potential careers, he was asked: what about journalism? He responded with his habitual enthusiasm, especially when it occurred to him that this might open the way to becoming a music critic. Accordingly he wrote to the editor of his favourite paper, the Manchester Guardian, AP Wadsworth, who replied that, though the paper had no vacancies, “you might send me some of your stuff”.

His reward was a summons to Manchester, where the editor told him, in what he would later describe as the most joyous statement he could ever remember hearing: “I suppose we’d better have you.” That moment settled the course of his life. He began as an assistant to Wadsworth, though increasingly with opportunities to write for the paper, including coverage of byelections. That led to an offer from Wadsworth of a place on the political staff in London. His first instinct was to say no; he had only just acquired his own flat in Manchester.

What clinched his decision to move was his hopes of starting a record column. If he went to Westminster, he asked the editor, could he do that as well? “I suppose so,” said Wadsworth. So off he went, becoming an all-purpose deputy to Harry Boardman, the sketchwriter, and the kindly but irascible political correspondent, Francis Boyd.

In 1964, just after he had trailed Alec Douglas-Home on his doomed election campaign, Greenfield was offered a post as assistant to Neville Cardus, the celebrated Guardian writer on cricket and music. Once again, life had worked out exactly as he had hoped. True, Cardus got first choice of concert reviewing and the Guardian also had, in Philip Hope-Wallace, a notable opera critic, but here he was working for the paper which, as he once said, had become his religion, in the territory he had always most coveted. By 1977 he was established as chief music critic of the Guardian, a regular contributor to Gramophone and a familiar radio voice, to which he would add the co-editorship of what later became the Penguin Record Guide.

In all these roles, the kindness and consideration that Pappano would later celebrate were there in abundance. Opera was one of his chief delights, especially Puccini, about whom he wrote a book, Puccini: Keeper of the Seal (1958). But his greatest musical god, from the time he first heard the Eroica symphony, was Beethoven. Listening to such great music, he said in his credo, was for an agnostic like him the spiritual equivalent of a full religious experience. It also introduced him to prominent musicians, a great number of whom would become his friends.

His house in Spitalfields, to which he moved from a Hampstead flat too small to accommodate all his records, was a kind of visual summary of Greenfield’s life. On the bottom floor were the old LPs – about 40,000, he reckoned. The floors above were thronged with CDs, mostly sent for review, some neatly stacked and others accumulating on every available table and shelf. The walls of his sitting room were full of pictures, many based on photographs, commissioned from his friend Jeffrey Spedding, of visitors to his drawing room, including William Walton, Yehudi Menuhin and Michael Tippett; of other musicians he came to know well, such as Leonard Bernstein and André Previn; and of past heroes, Sibelius, Elgar, Mahler, Puccini and Beethoven. Ted in Spedding’s pictures is sometimes in the old-fashioned garb he favoured: knee breeches, riding boots.

His 2014 memoir, Portrait Gallery: A Life in Classical Music, celebrated too his associations with such great figures as Elisabeth Schwarzkopf, Joan Sutherland, Mstislav Rostropovich and Jacqueline du Pré, whose company he so much enjoyed and would later recall with what he somewhere describes as the “boyish enthusiasm” that lasted throughout his life.

Besides his book on Puccini, he published studies of Previn (1973) and Sutherland (1972) – after three decades, as he wrote in the Guardian in the late 1980s, “still the voice of the century”. He was appointed OBE for services to music and journalism in 1994. In 2002 there came another honour he cherished, installation for a year as master of the Art Workers’ Guild.

In his final years a condition that was never fully explained deprived him of his balance and made him immobile. Though his condition suggested that this would no longer be possible, he remained in his high house in Spitalfields, helped by carers from Tower Hamlets council and by devoted friends. His mobility had gone, but his optimistic spirit had not.

On the score of his second symphony, Edward Elgar – another of Greenfield’s most admired composers – inscribed a line from Shelley: “Rarely, rarely comest thou, spirit of delight.” Despite his frustrating afflictions, that was never remotely true of Greenfield. The spirit of delight, kindled by the visits of friends, by morning drinks in the sitting room and music on radio or CD, or simply by living in Spitalfields, remained with him until the end.

In 2010, he entered into a civil partnership with Paul Westcott, who survives him.
David McKie

McKie was Deputy Editor of ‘The Guardian’. He published a book in 1973 entitled ‘Sadly Mismanaged Affair: Politics of the Third London Airport

There has been another Sadly Mismanaged Affair known to David McKie, Edward Greenfield and many others.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

Meirion Bowen writes: I met Edward Greenfield for the first time after I’d spent six months or so of a bleak postgraduate year at Cambridge. My former Birmingham University tutor, Nigel Fortune, suggested that I work as a music critic and put me in touch with Ted. He was a lovely man, helpful in all kinds of ways.

Our interests dovetailed very well: he was delighted that I had a passion for contemporary music, so gave me as much work as possible, writing about new music concerts, festivals and operas. He focused mainly on recorded music, was steeped in everything that had been recorded and had a huge record collection, reflecting his love of opera, star singers and instrumental virtuosi.

To work with him was generally easy: he didn’t like arguments. Possessed of a great sense of fun, he encouraged my satirical streak. Stories of his exuberant partygoing certainly fit with the entertaining side of his personality. I shall miss his generosity and kindness.

Short biography

Born: Swansea, South Wales, April 6, 1940
Nationality: British
Marital Status: Single

Bishop Gore Grammar School, Swansea (1951-59);
Birmingham University (1959-62);
Cambridge University (1962-3)

Meirion Bowen was born in Swansea in 1940 and studied music and English at Birmingham University and Cambridge. Subsequently, he taught at various London art-schools, was Director of Music at Kingston-upon-Thames University (1968-78) and at London School of Contemporary Dance (1978-81).


He also worked as a BBC Radio Producer (1965-7) and has written extensively on music in various journals and newspapers, notably The Guardian (1968-1995). Meirion Bowen was artistic and personal manager to the composer Sir Michael Tippett from 1978 until his death in 1998. He accompanied him on worldwide tours, gave many lectures, seminars and master-classes on his work and produced recordings for Chandos.

His books include a study of Tippett’s music, editions of Tippett’s essays and an edition of the writings of Roberto Gerhard. Meirion Bowen was founder/director of the percussion/theatre group, The Electric Candle, which toured all over the UK in the early 1970s and broadcast on BBC.

He also worked as accompanist to the soprano Kathryn Harries , giving recitals all over the UK. In recent years, he has concentrated on musical arrangements and orchestrations, including a number of new versions of works by Tippett (all published by Schott); Beethoven’s Grosse Fuge, Roberto Gerhard’s Shaharazada songs, Bruckner’s String Quintet and a fresh realisation of Beethoven’s Fidelio, (all to be published by Trito Edicions, Barcelona). From 1989 to 1991, Meirion Bowen was Artistic Director of the King’s Lynn Festival. In the 1970s, he was Chairman of the Music Panel of the Great London Arts Association and was Vice-Chairman of the Michael Tippett Musical Foundation from 1979 until 1998.

Edward Harry Greenfield, journalist, born 30 July 1928; died 1 July 2015

Gramophone obit –

Born July 3, 1928; died July 1, 2015

Edward GreenfieldEdward Greenfield

Ted, as he was known to everyone aside from his readers (and for generations of Gramophone readers he was ‘EG’) was born in Westcliff-on-Sea in Essex. His father was a labour exchange manager, who had met Ted’s mother, a clerk, through his work. After attending Westcliff High School for Boys, and following two years of National Service (during which time he formed a life-long friendship with another great Gramophone critic, John Steane) he went up to Trinity Hall, Cambridge, where he further nurtured his love for music as well as becoming involved in politics, both of the Cambridge Union and the Labour party variety.

He began his journalistic career in 1953 as a political writer for the Manchester Guardian, taking up reviewing recordings for the paper in 1955 (he was later appointed the Guardian’s chief music critic in 1977, retiring in 1993). In 1960 he was invited by Gramophone‘s editor Anthony Pollard and senior reviewer Alec Robertson to start reviewing for these pages – thus began a relationship with the magazine which saw him become one of its longest serving contributors. His first Gramophone review was of Schubert’s Great C major Symphony, from the Boston Symphony Orchestra under Charles Munch. Subsequent writing was to encompass books about Puccini, the soprano Joan Sutherland, and the conductor, composer and pianist André Previn, and for many decades he was also co-author of the Penguin Guide.

Throughout his long career Ted met, interviewed, and formed friendships with many of the leading figures from the music world (and from politics too, including Prime Minister Edward Heath), many of whom were to feature in his book published last year Portrait Gallery – A life in Classical Music. This, together with his regular attendance at recording sessions – including, for example, that of Jacqueline du Pré’s classic EMI recording of the Elgar Cello Concerto – gave him a valuable insight into the workings of the recording industry and the people behind-the-scenes, which richly informed so much of what he wrote. In 1993 he was given a Special Achievement Award by Gramophone for his contribution to music criticism, and the following year he received an OBE.

Ted’s recent book opened with what he termed his Credo, his description of the approach he followed throughout his life as a music journalist, in which he argued that the role of a critic (a word, incidentally, that he felt unfortunately loaded, preferring, if one were to have existed, ‘a crisp word meaning “one who appreciates”’) was to encourage others to share in music’s enjoyment, to be ‘an evangelist’. As he put it: ‘If anyone has been encouraged to go out to listen to music after reading what I have written, that for me is the response I cherish most of all.’ Perhaps his greatest legacy is that, on so many countless occasions, for so many countless people, that has undoubtebly been true.

Obit from blog Spitalfields Life –

So Long, Edward Greenfield

July 2, 2015
by the gentle author

Today I publish my profile of Edward Greenfield as a tribute to a great music critic and popular long-term Spitalfields resident who died yesterday afternoon aged eighty-six

Edward Greenfield  by Lucinda Douglas-Menzies

The entire ground floor of Ted Greenfield’s house in Folgate St was given over to an archive of thousands upon thousands of CDs. Stretching from floor to ceiling in each room were shelves of utilitarian design, lined with meticulously labelled brown archive boxes containing them all, while down in the cellar was stored his collection of over thirty thousand LPs. When you first walked through the door, it felt as if you had entered the storeroom of a music shop or the hidden stack of music library, but climbing the stairs to the first floor led you into the more congenial atmosphere of Ted’s domestic arena.

Ted lived up above, in the top three storeys of his magnificently tottering eighteenth century, in rooms stacked with more CDs, musical biographies, back copies of The Gramophone, programmes from concerts and opera – and innumerable notes and cards of good wishes that testified to his many friends and admirers.

“I once had a flat in Highgate but the LPs got me out!” he admitted to me as we enjoyed a reviving mid-morning vodka and lemon in his sunlit, panelled living room, lined with striking modernist portraits by Jeffrey Spedding of Ted’s musical icons, Mahler, Sibelius, Brahms, William Walton, Leonard Bernstein and Beethoven.

“I have been here in Spitalfields for thirty-seven years and it seems like no time at all. The whole place has changed, yet largely for the better I think. In those days, there was nothing between me and the church, nowadays you’d barely recognise it. My friends were shocked when I bought this house with a hole in the roof in 1979, but I could see the potential and so could my architect, because it was he who suggested I come to live here.

The builders were in for over two years, and then it took another ten years to get the panelling sorted out. This room alone took over a year. In the nineteen thirties, they thought ‘horrible old panelling’ and lined it with fibreboard and covered the walls with miles of bellwire attached to alarms, because this was the Co-op Fruit & Vegetable Department and they kept all their valuables here, using staples for the wire that created thousands of tiny holes we had to fill. And they installed a particularly nasty nineteen thirties ceramic fireplace that looked like it should have china rabbits over it – behind that we discovered this original coved fireplace recess.

Then I had a disaster when I moved in and only stayed fifteen minutes because there was a fire! Later, I had just moved my record collection of thirty thousand odd LPs into the cellar when there was flood. After the fire and the flood, I was expecting an earthquake. At that time, the two plots next door were vacant, where the houses had fallen down, and there were baulks of timber holding this one up. I had a party for one hundred and fifty people when I finally moved in and there were so many people the building was rocking!”

Ted Greenfield dramatised his own life with an endearing humour borne of a life of fulfilment at the heart of the British music scene as longtime music critic at The Guardian and subsequently as editor of the Penguin Guide to CDs. A trusted authority who continued to review regularly for The Gramophone into his eighties Greenfield forged friendships with many musicians who were the subject of his writing – from William Walton (“My great hero and a dear friend”), Michael Tippett, Benjamin Britten, Yehudi Menuhin and Mstislav Rostropovich to Leonard Bernstein (“The most charismatic man I ever knew”.). Ted Greenfield’s magnanimous optimistic temperament partly accounted for this, but it was further explained by his philosophy of criticism, which he outlined thus,“The first duty of a critic is to appreciate, to try to understand what the artist is trying to do and how far he has succeeded. You just have to try and sympathise.” As a critic, Ted Greenfield wrote to explore the intentions of the work he was reviewing, rather than sitting in judgement.

“I always wanted to write about records, but then I thought ‘I’ll never be able to keep myself,’ so I did Law at Cambridge where I wrote the Cambridge Union reports, and then when I went to the Appointments Board, they said, ‘Why not journalism?’ I think I’ve been very lucky, but equally I know you have to make your own luck to an extent. I try to look for the best side of things and to make things happen. I’ve written about a lot of people and they’ve become good friends. I’ve known many of the greats in music and politics over the years.”

When I asked Ted what music he listened to for recreation, he opened Who’s Who’s and showed me his entry which listed his recreations as “music and work,” and I understood that music was simply his life. Looking around, I realised that it was unquestionably a bachelor’s dwelling he inhabited, with few luxuries and comforts, and an atmosphere that was collegiate as much as it was domestic, displaying the charismatic disorder of books and papers you might expect in an undergraduate’s chambers overlooking an old quad.

Indeed, many of Ted’s Cambridge contemporaries remained lifelong friends including ex-Chancellor of the Exchequer Geoffrey Howe (“When he came to my party here, before all the buildings were put up, we were able to look across and see St Pauls”), ex-Archbishop of Canterbury Robert Runcie ( “When I first visited him at Lambeth Palace, his wife had him doing the washing up”) and ex-Prime Minister Edward Heath with whom he shared a love of music. “Ted became a dear friend, especially when Margaret Thatcher took over and he famously was in the big sulk – he was a frequent visitor to Spitalfields in those days. I realised how vulnerable he was. Although he was entirely incapable of expressing human emotions, whenever he saw me he was plainly delighted. It was very amusing to tease him and have him tease me back.”

In spite of his immense knowledge and his friendships with all these establishment types, Ted was refreshingly lacking in pomposity and even a little subversive, wearing britches and nicely polished riding boots when he had no intention of going riding or even leaving the house. Drinking spirits in the morning was a rare experience for me but I recognised at once it was a habit I could get accustomed to – What could be more civilised than to sit in an old house in Spitalfields sipping vodka with lemon and listening to classical CDs? This was the life of Edward Greenfield.

Book reviewed by Stephen Walsh in Spectator in Feb 2014 –

Portrait Gallery: A Life in Classical Music Edward Greenfield

Elliott & Thompson, pp.306, 16.99

We critics seldom write our memoirs, perhaps because we skulk away our lives in dark corners, avoiding the public gaze, plying our shameful trade like streetwalkers or pushers of hard drugs. We might occasionally, in desperation, recycle our ephemera between hard covers. Edward Greenfield, the former record and music critic of the Guardian, has daringly come out, in a volume of reminiscences that carefully avoids the title memoir (about oneself) and instead labels itself as portraits (about other people). But a man is judged by the company he keeps, so we soon come back to the book’s subtitle and find ourselves reading a concealed ‘life’.

Ted Greenfield has been unusual among music critics for a number of reasons. Where most of the broadsheet reviewers of his generation (he was born in 1928) came from tolerably cultivated backgrounds, with music there or thereabouts, Ted was the grandson of a railwayman, whose own son worked his way up from solicitor’s clerk to executive officer in the Ministry of Labour.

Ted was given elocution lessons to iron out what his mother called his Essex, and he eventually got to Cambridge, became chairman of the Labour Club and a senior committee member of the Union, graduated in law and took his bar finals (though he’s evasive about the result). From there he went straight to the (still Manchester) Guardian, where he stayed, initially as a glorified filing clerk-cum-reporter, then as a Westminster lobby correspondent, and soon as record columnist and eventually, in the 1970s, the paper’s chief music critic.

The book weaves these details as a minor thread through the portraits of the title, an extended series of reminiscences of the many and various individuals whom Ted has bumped up against in a career that has been the reverse of skulking. More than most critics, he has been a networker. Not content with waiting for the records or CDs to land on his doormat, he has sallied forth with tape recorder and notepad, interviewed performers, sat through recording sessions and endured press conferences. As a reviewer over some five decades for the Gramophone, he brought to his writing an inside knowledge of the recording process and the backroom personalities that, in his view at least, put most of his fellow reviewers to shame.

At Westminster, too, he seems never to have been far from a tape recorder, and his cast of heroes (his word) and interviewees includes prime ministers, archbishops of Canterbury and disgraced MPs, as well as impresarios, media moguls, orchestral managers and a legion of composers, singers, conductors, instrumentalists and assorted recording tycoons and engineers.

Largely absent from this heavenly host, perhaps curiously, are the author’s own long-time critical colleagues. There is a teasing nod in the direction of Andrew Porter, slightly more than a nod towards the great Neville Cardus and Philip Hope-Wallace, his early seniors at the Guardian, and the rest is silence.

This might be a snub or it might be simple discretion; or perhaps it’s just that he never interviewed them. I detect, though, a defensive vein. The book opens with Greenfield’s critical credo. ‘Critics,’ he asserts, ‘are expected, even required, to be sour.’ But his aim has always been ‘to go to a concert, or put on a CD, wanting to like’. Leaving aside the fairly obvious Aunt-Sallyism of this claim (who has ever required a critic to be sour?), it might be noted that reviewing artists one has interviewed or recordings one has witnessed in the making naturally predisposes one in their favour, possibly to the point where detached (not necessarily ‘sour’) criticism becomes extremely hard.

Greenfield tends to congratulate himself on his positive influence within the musical world and on the tastes and preferences of his readers and radio listeners. And, though one might prefer him not to make it, I think the claim is fair. If not the most profound or penetrating of music critics, he has always been one of the best informed and most readable, and his enthusiasms — misplaced or not — have been infectious. His avuncular tones on the BBC’s Music magazine were, for me as a schoolboy, iconic (much more so than the grumpier ones of Julian Herbert, the programme’s presenter). A good deal of all this survives in the book, peeping out from behind its motley, more or less distinguished crew of dramatis personae.

Edward Greenfield meets Joan Sutherland for the first time, 1960Edward Greenfield meets Joan Sutherland for the first time, 1960


Edward Greenfield with André Previn in front of the Royal Festival Hall, c.1970.
Edward Greenfield with André Previn in front of the Royal Festival Hall, c.1970.

Edward Greenfield’s contribution to the Guardian re-published?? on 23 March 2018 – a down memory lane feature:

Mr Profumo clears the air – archive, 1963

23 March 1963: Rumours about friendship with Miss Christine Keeler refuted by John Profumo, secretary of state for war

John Profumo, secretary of state for war, and his wife, the former actress Valerie Hobson, at Sandown Park, 22 March 1963.

John Profumo, secretary of state for war, and his wife, the former actress Valerie Hobson, at Sandown Park, 22 March 1963. 

In the face of what had been said in the House on Thursday, Mr John Profumo, the secretary of state for war, yesterday took the earliest opportunity of refuting rumours about his friendship with “the missing model,” Miss Christine Keeler.

In a personal statement to the House witnessed by the Prime Minister and an unusually full complement of Ministers, he issued a warning: “I shall not hesitate to issue writs for libel and slander if scandalous allegations are made or repeated outside this House.” The strength of Mr Profumo’s statement has certainly cleared the air. His denial of any improper relationship with Miss Keeler could not have been more categorical.

Mr Profumo went on to give a full account of his acquaintance with Miss Keeler. He and his wife had met her in July, 1961, at a house party at Cliveden which included among the other guests Dr Stephen Ward, “whom we already knew slightly,” and Mr Eugene Ivanov, an attache at the Russian Embassy. His wife and he had a standing invitation to visit Dr Ward, and Mr Profumo explained that between July and September, 1961, he had met Miss Keeler on about half a dozen occasions at Dr Ward’s flat when he called to see him.

John Profumo, the new secretary of state for war, at the War, July 1960.
John Profumo, the new secretary of state for war, at the War, July 1960.

He had last seen Miss Keeler in December, 1961, and had not seen her since. “I have no idea where she is now,” he added. “Any suggestion that I was in any way connected with or responsible for her absence from the trial at the Old Bailey is wholly and completely untrue.”

As to Mr Ivanov, who returned to Russia in December, Mr Profumo had seen him on only one other occasion when he and his wife had met him at the Soviet Embassy during an official reception for Major Gagarin. Mr Profumo concluded with a clear assertion

There was no impropriety in my acquaintanceship with Miss Keeler and I have made this statement because of what was said yesterday in the House by three honourable members whose remarks were protected by privilege.

Finally he added his threat to sue anyone repealing slanders outside the House. Mr Wigg, Mr Crossman, and Mrs Castle were all present to hear the statement, and listened without comment.

Mr Profumo’s appearance on the front bench when everyone entered the House immediately dispelled yet another rumour, circulating earlier yesterday, that he had already resigned. Retiring Ministers make their statements from the back benches and here Mr Profumo was between Mr Macleod, Leader of the House and custodian of its rights and privileges, and Sir John Hobson, the House’s principal legal adviser. Almost at once the Prime Minister himself came in and took Sir John’s place as the wronged Minister’s principal supporter. The display of big guns on the front bench was as impressive as any that has been seen on a Friday for a long time. If Mr Profumo was to face an ordeal his colleagues were plainly there with him.

His wife was there too. Up in the Speaker’s Gallery, Miss Valerie Hobson, an even more frequent visitor to Westminster in recent weeks than usual, was giving moral support in a striking outfit of fur hat and a coat described by the fashion experts in the gallery as “ochre.”

That, it seems, is the end of the story, and after the tensions of the last few weeks few, even among Mr Profumo’s bitterest opponents, will be sorry.

Guardian editorial, 23 March 1963.
Guardian editorial, 23 March 1963.
 

The Wizard War

My post ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’ discussed the collection of Clever Scientists who worked in institutions such as Cambridge University (in particular the Cavendish Laboratory), Imperial, King’s College London and Birkbeck during the middle decades of the 20th century who in reality built their reputations on the back of their knowledge of organised abuse and serious wrongdoing in High Places, some of which they were directly responsible for themselves. Many of them worked for the security services or had friends/relatives/colleagues who did and as a result a great many people joined in the party. It is obvious that the sacks of honours, awards and even Nobel Prizes accumulated by this group was the result of deals thrashed out to keep people quiet or as rewards for their own collaboration. The trail led directly to Dafydd and Gwynne in north Wales as a consequence of people like Lord Patrick Blackett who had a second home at Croesor being of this group; then there were people like Eric Hobsbawm who worked alongside these folk and also had homes/friends with homes at Croesor or were part of the wider Bloomsbury Group.

Much has been written about the way in which Rosalind Franklin was mistreated by Crick and Watson, exposed to gross sexism and never received the credit for her work that she should have during her lifetime. Much less has been written about the widescale cheating, plagiarism, research fraud and disgraceful behaviour in general that prevailed among this group of academics/scientists. Rosalind Franklin won’t have been the only person who was shafted by them; she is just the most well-known name. Once Crick and Watson had stuffed Franklin over, the bandwagon could not be stopped and goodies had to be handed out to everyone who knew to ensure that they never exposed the travesty.

The situation was compounded by the close relationships that some of these scumbags had with politicians or their own roles as political advisors to people like Winston Churchill, who’s reputations just could not be sullied. Science and academia is international so the problem spread across the globe as the crowd moved between the most prestigious institutions in Europe, the US, Canada, Australia and New Zealand.

One person involved was Dorothy Hodgkin, Thatch’s tutor at Somerville College, who slept with a whole variety of people, including her PhD supervisor John Bernal, the Communist spy who was part of the deal to shaft Rosalind Franklin and ensure that Crick and Watson lapped up the credit for her work. Dorothy subsequently received her own rewards, including a Nobel Prize in 1964 and when Thatch became PM, favours were being called in everywhere. See ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’.

There were just so many people cashing in that I have not yet had (and will not have) time to discuss everyone and to the degree that they deserve to be discussed, but to illustrate the enormity of this problem and how it still dominates science/academia today, I’ll discuss a few more of those who benefited from this tawdry, sordid process in this post.

 

Reginald Victor Jones (29 September 1911-17 December 1997) was a physicist and military intelligence and expert who played an important role in the defence of Britain in WW II.

Reginald Jones was born in Herne Hill. He was educated at Alleyn’s School, Dulwich and Wadham College, Oxford. He graduated in 1932 and then completed his DPhil in 1934 in the Clarendon Laboratory at Oxford University. Subsequently, Jones took up a Skynner Senior Studentship in Astronomy at Balliol College, Oxford.

Ted Heath, Denis Healey and Woy were all at Balliol when Reg held his Senior Scholarship but they were undergrads on arts courses.

In 1936 Jones took up a post at the Royal Aircraft Establishment, Farnborough, a part of the Air Ministry, where he worked on the problems associated with defending Britain from an air attack. In September 1939, the British decided to assign a scientist to the Intelligence section of the Air Ministry. No scientist had previously worked for an intelligence service. Jones quickly rose to become Assistant Director of Intelligence (Science) there. During the course of WW II, he was closely involved with the scientific assessment of enemy technology and the development of offensive and counter-measures technology. Jones solved a number of scientific and technical intelligence problems during World War II and is known today as the “father of S&T Intelligence”.

R.V. Jones was briefly based at Bletchley Park in September 1939, but returned to London in November, leaving behind a small specialized team in Hut 3 at Bletchley who reported any decrypts of scientific or technology nature to “ADI Science”. Jones’s first job was to study “new German weapons”, real or potential. The first of these was a radio navigation system which the Germans called Knickebein.

At Jones’s urging, Winston Churchill ordered up an RAF search aircraft on the night of 21 June 1940 and the aircraft found the Knickebein radio signals in the frequency range which Jones had predicted. With this knowledge, the British were able to build jammers whose effect was to “bend” the Knickebein beams so that German bombers spent months scattering their bomb loads over the British countryside. Thus began the “Battle of the Beams” which lasted throughout much of World War II, with the Germans developing new radio navigation systems and the British developing countermeasures to them. Jones frequently had to battle against entrenched interests in the armed forces, but, in addition to enjoying Churchill’s confidence, had strong support from, among others, Churchill’s scientific advisor F. A. Lindemann and the Chief of the Air Staff Sir Charles Portal.

Lindemann aka Viscount Cherwell was discussed in my post ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’; Cherwell ended up at loggerheads with many people, including those Of Gwynne and Dafydd, but he remained influential and yet another person who couldn’t actually ever be ignored because of what he had been party to. See post ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’. Lindemann was R.V. Jones’s PhD supervisor.

R.V. Jones, with Joan Curran, were later instrumental in the deployment of “Window“: strips of metal foil, cut to a length appropriate to the radar’s wavelength, and dropped in bundles from aircraft, which then appeared on enemy radar screens as “false bombers”. R.V. Jones also served as a V-2 rocket expert on the Cabinet Defence Committee (Operations) and headed a German long range weapons targeting deception under the Double-Cross System.

In 1946 Jones was appointed to the Chair of Natural Philosophy at Aberdeen University, holding the Chair until his retirement in 1981. The bisexual Westminster Swinger Lord Bob Boothby who was involved with serious organised crime while he had a decades-long fling with Harold Macmillan’s wife Dorothy sat as a Tory MP for an Aberdeen constituency, 1924-58, which will have had a knock-on effect in the Aberdeen area.

Aberdeen University also hosted the Top Doc Sir Dugald Baird who pioneered aborting babies on the grounds of the poverty of their parents decades before abortion was legalised under certain circumstances in 1967. Dugald was so effective at aborting the foetuses of the poor that it impacted upon the socio-economic composition of the area for which he was the responsible Top Doc. Dugald’s practices were known at the highest levels of the medical establishment and across the UK; Dugald was so notorious that when the Top Docs at Tommy’s wanted to justify their brisk business in illegal abortions in the 1950s and 60s they held Dugald up as a role model and constructed him as a champ of Wimmin’s Rights. See post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’. No, Dugald just didn’t like plebs. Dugald later branched out into a terrifying variety of sociology, establishing an MRC-funded unit at Aberdeen led by Raymond Illsley, who in turn was affiliated to Dafydd’s mate Prof Jerry Morris. See eg. ‘Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers’.

After the Dept of Agriculture at UCNW was given a shake in the wake of the unlawful imprisonment of one of their secretaries, Mary Wynch, a new Prof arrived from Aberdeen University, the dreadful J.B. Owen. J.B. Owen was hardly a New Broom, he was the son of the north Wales family who had supplied the dosh that had founded the Dept of Agriculture at UCNW and was a paid-up member of the Gang. Presumably Owen had been Called Home as part of the reinforcements. See previous posts.

Aberdeen University also supplied other staff to UCNW, such as the earth scientist Sinclair Buchan, who was a good mate of marine geologist Dr Tony Jones, the racist South African, leading light of the Ogwen Valley Mountain Rescue Team, friend of corrupt police officers and excellent mate of the Gang, the Ollie Reed of Bangor. Tony Jones starred as Michael Aspel’s guest on ‘This Is Your Life’ in Jan 1993 when the Gang were in need of PR and was constructed as a real hero with thousands of people who owed their lives to him. Opinion of Tony Jones in north Wales was somewhat different. See previous posts…

R.V. Jones did not want to stay in Intelligence under the proposed post-war reorganisation. During his time at Aberdeen, much of his attention was devoted to improving the sensitivity of scientific instruments. His book Instruments and Experiences details much of his later work in some depth.

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Jones was appointed CBE in 1942, for the planning of a raid on Bruneval to capture German radar equipment. Churchill had proposed that Jones should be appointed a Companion of the Order of the Bath (CB) but the Head of the Civil Service Sir Horace Wilson threatened to resign as Jones was only a lowly Scientific Officer and the CBE was a compromise. Jones was subsequently appointed CB in 1946; and Companion of Honour (CH) in Lilibet’s 1994 Birthday Honours.

Sir Horace John Wilson (23 August 1882-19 May 1972) was the mandarin who was Head of the Home Civil Service, 1939-42. He graduated from the LSE at the very end of the 19th century and joined the Civil Service in 1900. Under the Premiership of Stanley Baldwin, in 1935, Wilson was afforded a secondment described as ‘for service with the Prime Minister’. This continued with ascent on Neville Chamberlain to the office in 1937. Horace was reputed to have huge influence over Chamberlain and Chamberlain’s biographer Robert Self noted that the two men “enjoyed the sort of unparalleled intimacy only possible among truly kindred spirits.”

Wilson was the British Gov’t official who had a key role in Chamberlain’s Gov’t re the appeasement period just prior to WW II.

Sir Horace in a car with Neville Chamberlain, Munich, 23 Sept 1938

Horace Wilson also liaised with the press, meeting newspaper owners to gain support for appeasement. He warned the BBC to exercise self-censorship in relation to Germany. Wilson was referred to in the book  ‘Guilty Men’ by Michael Foot, Frank Owen and Peter Howard (writing under the pseudonym ‘Cato’), published in 1940 as an attack on public figures for their failure to re-arm and their appeasement of Nazi Germany. Wilson stated in 1962 that, “Our policy was never designed just to postpone war, or enable us to enter war more united. The aim of our appeasement was to avoid war altogether, for all time.”

Wilson reverted to his role as Permanent Secretary to the Treasury until August 1942 when he retired, having reached the age of 60, then the pensionable age for the Civil Service. In January 1944 Wilson was appointed by Henry Willink, the Minister of Health, to act as Chairman of the National Joint Council for Local Authorities’ Administrative, Professional, Technical and Clerical Services. The Council was engaged in matters of pay and conditions of those in local government as well as supervision of recruitment and training provision.

Horace Wilson acknowledged having felt out of his depth in dealing with Nazi Germany and it has also been reported that he showed little interest in the fate of Germany’s Jews during the negotiations with Hitler. Speaking to another journalist, Colin Cross, in 1968 – 23 years after the liberation of Auschwitz – Wilson, by then well into his 80s, is quoted as saying that he understood Hitler’s feelings about the Jews. “Have you ever met a Jew you liked?” he asked Cross. Horace Wilson died in Bournemouth on 19 May 1972.

Sir Henry Urmston Willink (March 1894-20 July 1973)

 is best known for his service as the Tory Minister of Health, 1943-45 in Churchill’s Coalition Gov’t. Willink proposed many of the bases of the NHS later taken up by the Labour Party and dear old Nye.

Willink was born in Liverpool and educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge. Before he took his Cambridge degree, Willink volunteered for service in the Royal Field Artillery during WW I. Willink was 22 years old when he served as a commanding officer  at the 1916 Battle of the Somme.

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The Battle of the Somme took place between 1 July and 18 November 1916. More than three million men fought in the battle and one million men were wounded or killed. The first day on the Somme was, in terms of casualties, also the worst day in the history of the British Army: 57,470 casualties.

After Willink’s stint as one of the commanding officers in what is acknowledged as the worst cock-up in the history of any war in which Britain was involved (or indeed of any war at all), Willink received the Military Cross and Croix de Guerre. Post-war, Willink became a barrister, being called to the Bar by the Inner Temple in 1920, was appointed KQ in 1935 and became a Bencher in 1942. Mr Thrope became a member of Inner Temple during Willink’s lifetime as of course did Sir Cecil Havers, Cecil’s Michael Havers and Michael’s sister Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss, all of whom played a valiant role in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the crimes of Dafydd and Gwynne, as discussed in previous posts. Willink himself was still around to assist Dafydd and Gwynne when Mary Wynch first tangled with them and Willink was even around when Patient F first messed with Dafydd and Gwynne’s partners in crime when F was a young man living in Surrey.

While discussing all of these unscrupulous scumbags who were mates with Gwynne and Dafydd and concealing their serious criminality, I have forgotten to mention that Patient F’s dad had been in the RAF. After WW II, he settled in Woking in Surrey with F’s mum whom he had met in South Africa and spent the rest of his life as a Surrey businessman. F’s dad was also an enthusiastic Freemason and I’ve noted in previous posts that while F was undoubtedly sheltered a great deal by his family and their financial resources, the Gang came after him big time shortly after his father died. I suspect that after his dad was 6ft under, F was dead meat as the expression states. For a long time I just presumed that once the family money had run out and F’s dad and then his mum had died, F was simply alone in the world without the wealthy, influential people to help him that he had always been able to rely upon. The information that has come in since I began this blog suggests something far, far nastier which became even more nasty when F refused to shut up about the various abuses and crimes that he had witnessed, both in Surrey/London and then in north Wales.

In the way that I had no idea that the corrupt West Country politicians and professionals of whom I had knowledge were closely linked to the Gang in north Wales and had been for years, F won’t have realised that some of what he had witnessed had been concealed at Gov’t level and would have caused ructions if ever anyone had taken any notice of what he was saying. F experienced a rather different youth to me, he was part of 1960s rock/hippy/counter-culture and then in the 1970s he moved in the art world. By the 1990s people like Mick Jagger were hanging out with Royals, Cabinet Ministers and media barons. F knew that some of the people whom he had known when he was younger had become very rich and very famous and although he never would have thought of flogging a story to the media because he hated the media, Mick didn’t know that.

 

Sir Henry Willink – Doing It For The Poor With Nye and Uncle Harry!

Willink served as the Tory MP for Croydon North, 1940-48. In 1940 Willink was appointed Special Commissioner for the homeless in London.

Willink was made a Privy Counsellor in 1943, the year that he became Minister of Health. Meanwhile at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh…

Willink, with John Hawton, was responsible for the 1944 White Paper which followed the Beveridge Report ‘A National Health Service’. It proposed the creation of a fully comprehensive, universal healthcare system, free of charge and available to all citizens irrespective of means. When Labour came into office in 1945, it presented its own plan in preference to Willink’s, although Labour had supported Willink’s plan. The principal difference was that Willink’s plan talked of a “publicly organised” rather than a “publicly provided” service and Labour’s plan brought hospitals into full national ownership. Nye however, made concessions to GPs.

The man who grabbed Nye by the knackers and squeezed harder and harder until Nye followed every order from the BMA was Lord Charles Hill aka Charlie Corkscrew, a pal of Gwynne and Dafydd’s who ended up in Macmillan’s Cabinet, was ejected in the Night of the Long Knives after causing such trouble, caused yet more trouble so was given a peerage and caused trouble – including in his capacity as Chairman of the BBC after Harold Wilson realised that a total shite with dirt on everyone would be a useful ally even if he was a Tory  – until the day that Charlie died on 22 Aug 1989. See previous posts.

Willink kept his seat at the 1945 General Election by just 607 votes over Labour’s Marion Billson. Turnout was low and there were rumours of sacks of servicemen’s votes left uncounted in the Town Hall basement. Labour’s David Rees-Williams – later Baron Ogmore – had taken the other Croydon seat. See previous posts for info on David Rees-Williams, who was of course another friend of the Gang.

Lord Ogmore certainly knew how to go forth and multiply with maximum effect; he married Alice Alexandra Constance Wills and they had three children. His daughter, Elizabeth Rees-Williams, married the actors Richard Harris and Sir Rex Harrison, the businessman Peter Aitken and more recently Jonathan Aitken, the former Tory MP. Lord Ogmore’s grandsons are actors Jared Harris and Jamie Harris and Director Damian Harris. The network arising from Elizabeth Rees-Williams, her multiple husbands and their multiple spouses/partners and children is truly impressive on its own, as discussed in previous posts. Elizabeth’s network interlinks with the Gang in numerous ways; as a young man, Jonathan Aitken worked for Selwyn Lloyd, who among other things was Chancellor of the Exchequer in Macmillan’s Gov’t and later Speaker of the House. Lloyd, a Tory MP for a Wirral constituency, was a big pal of Dafydd and Gwynne. See previous posts.

Willink resigned from Parliament on 29 January 1948,

For many years the disgrace that was Warlingham Park Hospital existed near Croydon. Patients at Warlingham Park were battered and sexually assaulted, died in suspicious circumstances and were fitted up for criminal offences if they complained. Business as usual for many institutions. Unusually, there was in the end a major investigation at Warlingham Park and a number of Angels went to prison. At least some Top Docs at Warlingham Park had an arrangement with the Gang in north Wales.

My post ‘A Trade In People – Between London and North Wales’ discussed a family of Empowered Service Users from south London who were fleeced of their money and property by Top Docs at Warlingham Park in collaboration with unscrupulous lawyers and were then relocated by their Top Doc to Bethesda in the late 1980s. They had never even visited north Wales before, but that’s where they were packed off, with the promise from their Top Doc at Warlingham that ‘the lovely Welsh air will make you all better’. They knew that it was bollocks but they had no money and no choice. It was Bethesda for them. They were neglected so badly by the Top Docs in Bethesda and at the Hergest Unit that one of them died in the year that the Waterhouse Report was published.

 

Willink continued to serve in public positions. He served as Master of Magdalene College, Cambridge, 1948-66. So during the Eden, Macmillan and Douglas-Home years of suppressed and not so suppressed Scandal In High Places as discussed in previous posts, much of which could be traced to the door of Gwynne and Dafydd, one of those with a vested interested in assisting in keeping the lid firmly nailed down was dining at High Table. Willink was at High Table when Gwynne and Dafydd’s colleagues Lord Horace Evans and Basil Hume’s brother John Hume were inflicting serious damage upon Anthony Eden’s health (see previous posts) and when Clement Price Thomas et al performed that successful surgery on Lilibet’s dad who never recovered and died just a few months later. See post ‘Successful Surgery On King George VI!’.

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From 1953 until 1955 Willink was also VC of Cambridge University, so there’ll have been a great deal of dining at High Table. Willink was Chair of the steering committee that led to the formation of the Royal College of GPs, beginning in 1952. Willink later described his role as Chairman of that steering committee as “one of the very best projects with which I have ever been involved in my life.”

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Sir Henry got the Royal College of GPs off on such a sound footing that after D.G.E. Wood had spent a few years facilitating the trafficking ring in north Wales and breaching confidence/lying about me, the Royal College appointed him Treasurer and made him responsible for GP training across the whole of north Wales. Wood used to inspect other GP surgeries as well, right when he was coercing me into seeing Gwynne and then threatening Brown and me. Wood couldn’t be contacted at one point when Brown tried because he was ‘inspecting a surgery in Bridgend’. No wonder there has been since the 1980s a serious shortage of GPs in north Wales if it’s Wood setting the standard. If one is a good GP, would one ever tolerate being inspected by a friend of the Royal Lobotomist who had concealed corpses at Denbigh?

Chicken or egg Wood? Did you rise to high office in the Royal College because you blackmailed them or was it your reward for a job well done?

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Wood used to be rude about people on benefit. He once told me that ‘people like that’ ‘pull the wool over the doctor’s eyes and know how to get all that they can out of the social security, every cent’. While they lived on Maesgeirchan and their kids were trafficked by Wood and his mates. When I first knew Wood he lived in a bourgeois bungaloid on Cichle Hill at Llandegfan and he used to sit on his garden furniture in the front garden and drink his wine in the evening. Then in 1984 he moved to a huge house in the more exclusive part of Llandegfan, a modern palatial place with, I was told, designer ceilings. The house was called IX Ranch and Brown and I had been having a good laugh every time we went past and asked ourselves ‘Who lives in a house like this?’. One day the sign IX Ranch was replaced with a slate engraving saying ‘Tydden Hen Farm’, so we realised that vulgar people who were pretending that they weren’t vulgar had moved in. It was Wood, we laughed even more. A few years later Wood moved over to the Conwy area where I was told he had an even grander house, called something or other Court. After I began this blog I was told that he now uses a Cheshire address, although of course Wood opened for business in Cyprus a few years ago.

There will not be a Scrounger in Gwynedd who has milked the public purse as successfully as D.G.E. Wood. He was like something out of Bertolt Brecht re that dodgy abortionist in Chester, telling the plebs of Maesgeirchan that they had enjoyed themselves getting pregnant so now they could live with the consequences, while in the Student Health Centre student after student was cheerfully offered a trip to Chester in return for a fee. Girls who said that they wanted to keep the baby were considered to be quite mad and there was no support forthcoming. See previous posts eg. ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf!’.

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‘The Threepenny Opera’ also went under the name of ‘A Penny For The Poor’. Every cent for those on Maesg; IX Ranch and millions for Wood.

 

In 1957 Willink served as Chairman of the Inter-Departmental Committee on the Future Numbers of Medical Practitioners and Intakes of Medical Students.

In Jan 1957,  Anthony Eden resigned as PM, on ‘medical advice’, his heath having been seriously compromised by the Top Docs (see post ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part II’ and in the autumn of 1957, Dennis Vosper, MP for Runcorn and Gang supporter who had only been Minister of Health since Eden’s resignation, suddenly resigned ‘on medical advice’ himself, lay low for a while and then emerged in the Home Office in time to help manage the Profumo Affair. Vosper’s resignation was something to do with Gwynne but I’m not sure what, or the joint enterprise of Gwynne and Dafydd, Dafydd having qualified as a Top Doc in the summer of 1957. See previous posts. The Swinging at Croesor on the part of Bertrand Russell and Patrick Blackett’s other mates continued.

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Willink’s Steering Committee concluded that too many doctors were being trained and proposed a 12% reduction. That was soon realised to be a misjudgement. I do enjoy it when the Top Docs have a crisis over medical student/Top Doc numbers. As they are interviewed in the media about the Crisis, whether it is not enough Top Docs in training or too many, none of them ever inform the general public that the Top Docs themselves dictate the numbers of training places to be made available; Sir Henry and his ilk sit on the Committees, but they are told by the Top Docs how many places are needed. The Top Docs base their needs re training places on one criterion: to ensure that there are not so many Top Docs trained that their salaries go down.

As long as there are not enough Top Docs to provide the ‘services’ that are on offer, Top Docs’ salaries will remain high and if the Gov’t dare steps out of line, there will be an almighty stamping of feet and screaming and a Strike will be threatened, accompanied by wall to wall Top Docs in the media talking about the Crisis, explaining that Babies Will Die, that the NHS is Underfunded and it is all so intolerable that Top Docs are leaving the UK in huge numbers because they Don’t Have To Put Up With This. If any PM tries to hold out, a well-known senior Top Doc in a provincial area with a Hospital Under Threat and a not very popular sitting MP will announce that he/she is Going To Stand For Election To Defend The NHS and the PM will back down immediately.

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Here’s Glanfa Surgery, where Wood, the ’eminent GP’ sat in one of the upstairs rooms for so many years outraged by Scroungers; Glanfa was even more of a dump when Wood was the senior partner there, they’ve tarted the place up a bit:

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From 1955 to 1971, Henry Willink held the office of Dean of Arches, the judge who presides in the provincial ecclesiastical court of the Archbishop of Canterbury, the Arches Court of Canterbury. The Arches Court hears appeals from consistory courts and Bishop’s disciplinary tribunals in the province of Canterbury.

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Henry Willink missed a few things during those years as Dean of Arches, but Prof Alexis Jay is now leaving no stone unturned in her exposure of Sexually Abusing Clergy. It does at least mean that Alexis doesn’t have time to pay much attention to social workers who facilitated so much of the organised abuse on the part of the C of E. The two groups work closely together and some clergymen have worked as social workers as well eg. the Rev Bob Morgan, father of the Baroness of Ely. Always a charitable man, the Rev Bob assisted Methodist Westminster molester George Thomas with George’s charidee fundraising.

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The Baroness is married to a Top Doc herself:

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The Baroness and her husband are People Of Faith, as were Thatch and George Thomas. The archive of the Margaret Thatcher Foundation contains the text of a speech that Thatch gave on Jan 17 1990 to the National Children’s Home, as the inaugural George Thomas Society Lecture. The George Thomas Society was founded by the NCH for the purposes of tackling child abuse. Thatch explained in her lecture that the basis of her and George Thomas’s charitable feelings towards children was their shared Christianity. Esther and others known for their charidee were in the audience. See post ‘An Expression Of Their Faith’.

It was in 1990 that the Gang began using the High Court in their pursuit of me, the first case being brought in Feb 1990. See post eg. ‘The Bitterest Pill’.

In 1990, the allegations of a big VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire would not go away and the North Wales Police launched their first investigation…

 

Prof Alexis Jay may know of the various charitable initiatives spearheaded by R.V. Jones’s mate Joan Curran and her husband Sam, what with Sir Sam ending up as VC of Strachcylde University, because Alexis’s early career in social work got off to a flying start in Strathclyde no less. I’ll discuss the Currans’ charidee work shortly. Alexis’s husband – although he was someone else’s husband at the time, Alexis was his bit on the side – was a senior manager of Strathclyde Social Services and he gave Alexis a job as a social worker in his Dept. See eg. ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’.

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Henry Willink was made a baronet of Dingle Bank in the City of Liverpool, in 1957, that year in which Gwynne did something appalling and Dafydd qualified as a Top Doctor from Liverpool University, having bagged his place there some years earlier via Sir James Chadwick, Sir John Cockcroft and other nuclear physicists who knew Lord Patrick Blackett. See ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’.

 

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Readers may have noted an interesting sequence of events. In 1951 Cymro 007 aka Geraint Morgan QC, the bent barrister who worked for the security services and who’s remit was to protect the Gang from the consequences of their criminality, decided that his destiny lay as a Tory MP in darkest north Wales and stood as the Tory candidate for Merioneth, the constituency embracing Croesor. See ‘Cymro 007′. Shortly afterwards, Bertrand Russell’s friends Rupert and Elizabeth Crawshay-Williams found Russell the perfect home just down the road from Croesor and Russell took up residence in 1955. In 1951 Thomas Jones aka Lord Maelor, a local school teacher who relaxed in ladies’ clothes when off duty, defeated Geraint Morgan and became the Labour MP for Russell and the Welsh Bloomsbury Set. Thomas’s brother James Jones was the Labour MP for Wrexham, 1955-70. Lord Maelor died on 18 Nov 1984, after spontaneously combusting. Bryn Estyn, near Wrexham, was closed in 1984, the year that Brown and I complained about Gwynne. Lord Maelor spontaneously combusted at about the time or just after I was offered a place to do medicine at the Welsh National School of Medicine.

Dafydd must have decided that it would be a Top Doctor’s life for him at the time that Cymro 007 first stood for election in north Wales, because Dafydd left his job at Windscale and began the degree in medicine at Liverpool in 1952.

In 1952 PM Churchill ordered that the DG of MI5 was to be directly answerable to the Home Secretary rather than the PM. Churchill had appointed David Maxwell Fyfe aka Dai Bananas aka Lord Kilmuir as Home Secretary in 1951. Dai Bananas was also given the remit for Welsh Affairs. Dai Bananas was a bent barrister who served as Home Secretary, 27 October 1951-19 October 1954 and Lord Chancellor, 18 October 1954-13 July 1962. Previous posts have discussed how Dai Bananas was such a good personal friend of the Gang that in 1955, Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate George Brookes, a north Wales farmer and father of Gang member Tory MEP Beata Brookes, hired Dai to represent him in a trivial local dispute which if Brookes won would not have been worth Dai Bananas’ fee. The case went to appeal and because Dai wasn’t available, George made to with Quintin Hogg aka Lord Hailsham. See post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. It reminded the plebs that We’re The Paedophiles’ Friends And you Can’t Get Us. Dai Bananas died in 1967, but as we know, Death Shall Have No Dominion. Previous posts have discussed how successive Hoggs – Quintin, son Douglas, daughter-in-law Sarah and granddaughter Charlotte – have all loyally served the Gang. It isn’t simply because of an attachment to the Establishment, Quintin was friends with Gwynne’s mate George Brookes.

Quintin Hogg, Baron Hailsham, in 1990

Dai Bananas was famously homophobic – as was Quintin – and enjoyed making public pronouncements about ‘buggers’ and ‘vice’ and a ‘plague’. Fyfe’s assumption of office as Home Secretary heralded a reign of fear for male homosexuals. He dramatically increased arrests of male homosexuals through police surveillance and entrapment via the use agents provocateurs, tapped telephones, forged documents and the absence of warrants. From 1,276 prosecutions in 1939 for actual or attempted sodomy or gross indecency, a year after Dai had assumed the office of Home Secretary prosecutions had soared to 5,443.

Dai Bananas was as confused as Gwynne over homosexuality. He was bezzie mates with the people who ran a paedophile/trafficking ring targeting boys and set up the Wolfenden Committee, which led to the decriminalisation of male homosexuality, while taking an ‘over my dead body’ attitude in public. Yet Dai knew what the Wolfenden Committee would recommend and it was he who appointed John Wolfenden as Chair. John Wolfenden’s son Jeremy was a high profile out gay and flaunted it. Jeremy Wolfenden hung out in gay clubs and if he knew that his venue for the night was likely to be staked out by Dai’s Bananas-inspired police, he used someone else’s name when signing in. Not a pseudonym, the name of someone else who was known to be gay, so they were arrested instead. Jeremy Wolfenden worked for the security services. John Wolfenden was the Headmaster of Uppingham School, 1934-44 and Shrewsbury School, 1944-50. He was appointed VC of Reading University in 1950. In 1962 the Privy Council appointed John Wolfenden as Chairman of the Council for the Training of Health Workers and the Council for the Training in Social Work, two bodies established by the Health Visiting and Social Work (Training) Act 1962. As with the training of Dafydd as a Toc Doc, it won’t have been a coincidence that John Wolfenden was appointed to those bodies. It happened when Macmillan was PM and the Cabinet was full of Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates, including Dai Bananas, at a time when Macmillan et al knew that the Profumo Affair would become public knowledge imminently.

In 1969, John Wolfenden was appointed as Director of the British Museum, a post from which he retired in 1973.

See previous posts for info on both Wolfendens.

Dai Bananas seemed to occupy a similar position to Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Sir William Mars-Jones, the homophobic High Court judge who was a loyal supporter of the Gang as were Mars-Jones’s extended farming family who were based in Denbighshire. William was the father of Adam Mars-Jones, the gay novelist who has written about his father’s homophobia. William believed that Adam could be cured by having sex with women. The same allegations have been made about Carlo’s older male relatives when Carlo was younger.

Whatever these mad old gits thought about the causes of homosexuality, they knew that abducting and sexually assaulting children and young people was wrong, as was fitting people up in Court and murdering witnesses. I await some of those who were on board with them to explain themselves. Dai’s methods of ‘catching’ gay men were the very methods that were used against me and my friends. They didn’t even have the excuse that I was a lesbian who could be cured by sex with Gwynne and Dafydd. They were gangsters, no more, no less, gangsters sitting in clinics, in surgeries, in lawyers officers and Courts. Gangsters.

Previous posts have discussed how letters from Gwynedd Health Authority concerning me after I complained about Dafydd were CC’d to Mars-Jones’s sister-in-law, Dilys, who was busy in local public life in north Wales, including in the chapel and on Conwy County Council. William Mars-Jones was President of UCNW, 1982-95 and was Ronnie Waterhouse’s senior colleague and friend.

When Dai Bananas and Mars-Jones were in their hayday, the security services routinely used the methods mentioned above. By the 1980s they maintained that they didn’t do that sort of thing anymore. My documentation shows that they did and furthermore the Top Docs et al were doing it as recently as six years ago and they still will be doing it. The GMC knows as well as I do that they should not be forging letters purporting to have been written by me. NHS staff and others should not perjure themselves in Court. And if I don’t want to have sex with a disgusting old man covered in Brylcreem and his mates I won’t.

Can I just let the Gang and the Gwerin know that if Brown and I wanted, we too could forge documents, lie and perjure and try and force people to shag us when they have made it clear that they are not interested, but we don’t, although not being as thick and as incompetent as you, we would probably make better criminals. We too could plagiarise, leech ideas off other people and then claim it as our own work. I could spout shite about Caring and As A Woman give my biased, dangerous opinion and use it to manipulate people who are not as confident as me. I could form some hideous charidee For Wimmin or Service Users and make much of Wanting To Help while building my entire career on the back of it. I don’t. I could make nasty comments at the rest of the world constantly, I could spend my time trying to make everyone else feel inadequate, blame people having a hard time for their own plight and refuse to be friends with people who’s lives have been destroyed by the Gang on the grounds that they have Baggage and Problems. But I don’t. Because I am not a scumbag and that is the difference between you and me. As I have told many of you when you have shrieked at me ‘Well they’ve got more money than you have’, I could be wealthy if I became a gangster but I don’t want to.

Get it straight Gang, you have been sniping, undermining, threatening and doing much worse to me for years now. I STILL consider you to be thick unscrupulous idiots and I will not be changing my opinion.

 

The co-ordinated events re Lord Kilmuir, Geraint Morgan, Lord Maelor, Bertrand Russell, Dafydd et al was not coincidental but who planned it all I have not yet worked out; by the early 1950s someone definitely decided to make north Wales the organised abuse capital of the UK. There really is no other explanation as to why this nightmare was allowed to unfold during the first few years of the 1950s. Particularly when one considers the appointment of 1953 Everest Hero Sir Charles Evans, a Liverpool-based Top Doc who was lifelong mates with other Top Docs facilitating organised abuse (see eg. ‘Meet The Gwerin!) as the Principal of UCNW in 1958, the year after Dafydd qualified as a Top Doc from Liverpool University.

Brown maintains that this was not just a matter of Dafydd wanting a place at medical school and spotting his opportunity for blackmail; Dafydd was knowingly trained as Gwynne’s successor by the security services. In 1950 or thereabouts, the security services decided to make north Wales a fortress for organised abuse and identified Dafydd as a suitable candidate to receive the baton from Gwynne. They knew that Dafydd was dangerous, would do anything at all for money and had no sense of morality but that was exactly what was needed to silence people who had been sexually assaulted by aristos and members of the Royal Family if they were making a fuss. The blame definitely lies with Churchill’s administration. Every disastrous decision re this matter was made by Churchill when he was PM.

The security services must have been delighted when Dafydd made links with violent Irish Republican activists in the 1950s (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’) and took his place as a Plaid activist/Parliamentary candidate as well, as discussed in previous posts. Brown keeps joking to me when I bang on about the state supporting Dafydd’s criminality that ‘Dafydd was the state’. He certainly was when they put him through Liverpool University and then sent him to the Maudsley to meet the Mr Bigs of organised abuse down there, but I think that the security services realised that they had made some rather big mistakes by the 1980s but they couldn’t rein Dafydd in because the reputations of people like Churchill would have been at stake had anyone actually done enough digging into the roots of the international people trafficking and Class A drugs network.

Anyone for Shotgun Ronnie’s War On Drugs?

In terms of the security services in the 1950s, Richard Crossman was a very senior officer by then and allowing that to happen was not a good idea.

God Save The Lilibet!!

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Henry Willink was awarded an honorary LLD the University of Melbourne in 1955, which leaves one wondering what favours Willink did Australia. Anyone for thousands of child migrants from poor British families sent to Australia over decades to be used as free labour?

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Ah bechod, off to a New Life, far away from their plebeian parents who bred like rabbits and lived in slums. The kids have all got their macs on, lest it is raining in Oz. The macs worn by the British State who knowingly sent those kids to lives of slavery and sexual abuse and did everything possible to ensure that the parents and kids never found each other again were rather more effective than the school macs worn by those children.

We didn’t know! There really was a great deal that No-One Knew about. How one misses thousands of kids being exported from Britain, thousands of victims of sex offenders illegally locked up in the Clwydian Hills and a few of them murdered, as well as all the molesting priests, social workers and goodness knows who else in a bureaucratic state I cannot understand. I’m not a huge state bureaucracy and even I noticed a few things amiss.

Willink’s papers are held at Churchill College, Cambridge.

R.V. Jones was elected FRS in 1965 and received an honorary DSc from the University of Aberdeen in 1996.

It was in 1996 that The Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry and of course in 1996 there was yet another attempt to frame and imprison Patient F and I on the basis of the perjury of an Angel, Bridget Lloyd. See previous posts.

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R.V. Jones married Vera Cain in 1940 and they had two daughters and a son.

Jones’s autobiography, Most Secret War: British Scientific Intelligence 1939–1945, (published in the USA as ‘The Wizard War’) formed the basis, pre-publication, of the BBC 1 TV documentary series ‘The Secret War’, first aired on 5 January 1977 and narrated by William Woollard, in which Jones was the principal interviewee. The historian A. J. P. Taylor described Most Secret War as “the most fascinating book on the Second World War that I have ever read” and, more generally, it has acquired almost classic status.

In 1981, Jones became a founding member of the World Cultural Council. My post ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’ discusses many of the research fraudsters, spies and Commies who doubled up as Great Men Of Science who established the World Cultural Council in 1981. In the same year R.V. Jones delivered the Royal Institution Christmas Lectures on ‘From Magna Carta to Microchip’.

The World Cultural Council was established by the grander friends of Dafydd and Gwynne in the same year that Dr Death et al launched the SDP, which was undoubtedly an attempt by Dr Death to become PM on the back of the panic that followed the trial of Mr Thrope and Mary Wynch making her way to a lawyer. Dr Death et al  personally knew members of the Gang. See previous posts. There were fears that the Westminster Paedophile Ring was going to become horribly public. I wonder if the World Cultural Council was yet another Gang-related initiative to cover their tracks?

In 1993 R.V. Jones was the first recipient of the R.V. Jones Intelligence Award, which the CIA created in his honour and, logically, awarded to R.V. Jones.

Jones died on 17 December 1997. George Thomas had died on 22 Sept 1997. During 1997 Ronnie Waterhouse had heard evidence, in public, from former kids in care in north Wales. As they collapsed while giving evidence, began crying, vomited etc Ronnie and the lawyers who had been paid a great deal of money to represent everyone but the former kids in care reminded the world that this lot could not be believed because they were Criminals, Drug Addicts and Mentally Ill. There were more witnesses sitting in the Hergest Unit at the time who had not been told that their medical records would have provided solid evidence that organised abuse was a substantial problem in north Wales. My records alone would have confirmed that Lucille Hughes and Ron Evans, the crooked Gwynedd County Council lawyer, were ordering staff to perjure themselves in attempts to have complainants imprisoned. Ron was one of the lawyers who appeared at the Waterhouse Inquiry to defend against allegations of abuse on behalf of Gwynedd Social Services.

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Ronnie Waterhouse: a good mate of T.M. Haydn Rees, CEO of Clwyd County Council, 1974-77 (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean, Not Even The Calvinistic Methodists’). Ronnie’s dad was a good mate of Haydn Rees as well.

Patsy Scotland represented the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry. As a young barrister Patsy was a housing lawyer helping the Poor and knew all the other ‘radical’ lawyers in London who have spent their entire careers carefully ensuring that they did nothing to piss off Dafydd and Gwynne or the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See previous posts for extensive details of Baroness Patricia Scotland’s many friends and colleagues as well as Patsy herself and the cosy relationships that they have enjoyed with the Gang’s network. Patricia Scotland was given a life peerage by Miranda during the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Previous posts have discussed another Radical Lawyer and a Wimmin’s Champ to boot, St Helena Kennedy (see eg. ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’ and ‘Close Your Eyes And Make A WISH’) and how St Helena knew about Dafydd, Gwynne and Jimmy Savile and kept schtum. I mentioned that St Helena’s book ‘Eve Was Framed’ contains a thank you to Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield. In 1991, Eastman was told by his colleague Dr Robin Jacobson that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that Jacobson thought that Tony Francis was as well. I had no knowledge that Jacobson had done this until I later obtained some of my records. Jacobson referred me to Eastman after refusing to treat me himself. Eastman told me to go back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor and ‘they know you there’. I was refused any sort of support in London and left effectively destitute, facing yet more criminal charges on the basis of Tony Francis and other members of the Gang. See eg. ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’.

In April 1991 when the Gang made yet another attempt at having me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury at the Royal Courts of Justice at the Strand no less, St Helena was leading a test case in a Court next door to me, in which she was trying to have Sara Thornton released from a prison sentence, after Sara had killed her husband. As I left the Court, St Helena’s supporters were protesting outside and asked me to support them.

St Helena’s book with it’s thank you notice to Nigel Eastman, whom St Helena tells us has taught her so much and helped in so many of her cases, was published in Oct 1993. In the late summer of 1993 I was convicted by Bangor Magistrates Court of a Public Order offence after I had ‘looked at a social worker’ in Safeways. Jackie Brandt, the social worker concerned, had alleged that I had screamed and yelled at her and she had feared immediate violence. Brandt cried under cross-examination and admitted lying to the police and on oath. She admitted that I had not said anything to her at all, but I’d looked at her. That was the third time that Brandt had perjured herself in Court in attempts to have me imprisoned. See eg. ‘The Bitterest Pill’. Brandt was never investigated for perjury. After I had been convicted for looking at Brandt, I wrote to Mr Radical Barrister, Michael Mansfield, to tell him that social workers in Gwynedd were abusing their position and using the law to do so. Michael Mansfield at the time was based at Tooks Court Chambers with St Helena. I received a one-line reply from Mansfield. It was in Sept or Oct 1993 and the North Wales Police had recently closed their investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire having found no evidence of any such thing.

Mansfield, St Helena and the rest of the Radical Barristers had an arrangement with the Top Docs that the Top Docs would provide expert witness reports for them in other cases as long as the Radical Lawyers didn’t act for us against Dafydd et al. It is how the Birmingham Six etc managed to overturn their convictions. Of course I am glad that the Birmingham Six were released; however although there was that agreement between the Top Docs and the Radical Ones, many of the same people were involved in framing the Birmingham Six et al as in framing us in north Wales. Michael Mansfield represented the Price Sisters who admitted planting a bomb in central London, but he wouldn’t represent people who had been abducted and unlawfully imprisoned by Dafydd.

Dafydd’s mate William Mars-Jones was a member of Gray’s Inn. As was Michael Mansfield. As was St Helena.

Documentation now in my possession demonstrates that people in Wandsworth Social Services knew Lucille Hughes, Dafydd’s mistress and the Director of Gwynedd Social Services, by name. Nigel Eastman worked with Wansdworth Social Services. Michael Mansfield lived in Wandsworth. Dafydd’s partner gang had been operating in Wandsworth since at least as far back as 1966-67. ‘See eg. Lord Snooty The Third’. Just for good measure, Donald Naismith, the Director of Education for Wandsworth, was an active paedophile who was abusing kids in care. See previous posts.

 

R.V. Jones is buried in Corgarff Cemetery, Strathdon, Aberdeenshire. His papers are held by Churchill College, Cambridge.

The Indie obituary for Professor R. V. Jones was published on 19 Dec 1997 by M. R. D. Foot

 

R. V. Jones was one of the main wizards during the secret war against Hitler, became a pillar of scientific education and wrote some notable books.

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[R.V.’s] father was a sergeant-major in the Grenadier Guards, and from him he learnt both patriotism and a sense of order.

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He went to Alleyn’s School at Dulwich, from which he won an exhibition at Wadham College, Oxford, where he distinguished himself so much that he was encouraged to stay on, to take a doctorate in physics and to research under the future Lord Cherwell in the Clarendon Laboratory. He specialised in infra-red rays, and spent the years 1934-36 at Balliol, as Skynner Senior Student in Astronomy; but then moved over to deal with the more pressing problems of the German menace. He was made a scientific officer at the Air Ministry in 1936, and was seconded for a year to the Admiralty in 1938-39. In both departments he applied a first-class scientific intellect to practical problems of warfare.
When the Second World War began, he became MI6’s principal scientific adviser; keeping up his Air Ministry connection for cover. His first important task was to discover how Luftwaffe pilots navigated when they overflew England by night, during the Battle of Britain and the blitz. He unravelled the Lorenz beam navigation systems they were using, and was sometimes able to jam, sometimes to divert their beams. On the night of the Coventry raid in mid-November 1940, Jones guessed correctly which wavelength they would be using; a clerical error transmitted the guess wrongly to the jamming stations, and so helped to account for the raid’s success.
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Thank goodness that it was a ‘clerical error’ that caused the decimation of Coventry and not R.V. Jones Getting It Wrong. The clerical error was probably made by Trumpers and blamed on someone else who wasn’t mates with so many aristos.
 

It was Jones who briefed the RAF expert who dropped by parachute on to the Bruneval radar site, in February 1942, to dismantle a German radar device and bring it back for inspection. It was Jones who, after years of struggle, convinced Bomber Command that pilots who left their IFF (identification friend-or-foe) sets switched on over Germany guided German night fighters on to themselves. It was Jones who played a leading part in discovering what the V-1 and the V-2 were, and how they might best be countered. Several times over, he found himself confronted by Winston Churchill, in meetings of ministers and experts; even Churchill’s personality was not so strong that Jones fell silent in his presence. By standing up to him, he helped to persuade him to give orders on which the nation’s safety turned; though of course he earned enemies for himself among the bureaucrats of Whitehall.

Jones could not work usefully unless he was privy to every secret.

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He was cleared to receive messages from the ultra secret decipher service at Bletchley Park; he was cleared to read spies’ reports, as they were received, not in the laundered form in which they reached lesser intelligence officers; he knew a great deal both about impending operations

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and about the current organisation of the armed forces, the air force in particular. He knew work was in progress on an atomic bomb. He was a large man, broad- shouldered and over six feet tall, with a strong voice when he cared to raise it. Moreover, he had a disconcerting habit of usually being in the right, as well as displaying admirable manners when he was in the wrong – as of course he sometimes was.

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Someone at Aberdeen University must have really hated Coventry

where he spent 35 years as Professor of Natural Philosophy, teaching generations of undergraduates and research students who appreciated his wit, his knowledge, and his enormous fund of common sense. He was fond of quoting Crow’s Law – “Do not believe what you want to believe until you know what you ought to know.”

But you won’t know what you ought to know until you know it…

When Churchill came back into office in 1951, he tried to recall Jones to Whitehall; an embarrassed year in 1952-53 as director of scientific intelligence at the Ministry of Defence resulted.

Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Dai Bananas was presiding over MI5 then, so I wonder what the embarrassment was.

Long afterwards, Jones explained that intelligence could not usefully be organised in committees of fairly senior officers who knew nothing about the subject in detail; and he left official life for academia. He did notable work for the Royal Society, and belonged to institutes and academies for the promotion of electronic research, almost without number. He wrote numerous scientific papers, and papers on the history of science, as well as two remarkable studies in the practice of his wartime craft: Most Secret War (1978, called in America ‘The Wizard War’); and Reflections on Intelligence (1989).

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They are much the best and fullest books ever to have appeared on the wartime secret service’s workings.

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At the age of 80, he lost in a fortnight his wife of over 50 years and one of his daughters;

That was in 1991, the year that my career was destroyed, as were the careers of at least two other witnesses. Peter Morrison was given a K by Lilibet in Feb 1991 and a few other paedophiles’ friends bagged honours as well. Conversely there were a few deaths of insiders, at least some of which were very obviously the result of Top Docs who would not attend to people who were clearly seriously ill.

he went on writing learned articles all the same, a model to younger scholars of devotion to even temper, good-humour and scientific truth.

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R.V. Jones’s colleague Joan Elizabeth Curran (nee Strothers) (26 February 1916-10 February 1999) was from Swansea! Joan Elizabeth Strothers was the daughter of an optician, Charles William Strothers and his wife, Margaret Beatrice. Joan was educated at Swansea Girls’ High School and in 1934 won an open scholarship to Newnham College, Cambridge. She gained a physics degree but it was not awarded because when Joan passed her finals, Cambridge would not let Ladies graduate. In her 70s, in 1987, Joan was honoured with the degree of Doctor of Laws honoris causa by the University of Strathclyde.

At one point Joan was named in a media article as being one of 900 Cambridge Wimmin who finally attained Equality. The University of Strathclyde in 1987 would never discriminate against Ladies, in particular the Lady who was married to the VC of the University of Strathclyde, 1964-80, who happened to be one Lady Joan Curran.

Joan, Before Achieving Equality:

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The Men Who Made Joan’s Equality Possible:

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Sir Samuel Curran, Lord Reith and Sir Andrew McCance about to present awards to students at the Royal College of Science and Technology, 1963.

Samuel Curran (left) was an eminent scientist who had worked on the atomic bomb Manhattan Project and with the Atomic Energy Authority before becoming Principal of the Royal College of Science and Technology in 1959. He played a major role in the establishment of the University of Strathclyde, and served as its first Principal from 1964 until his retirement in 1980, when the Curran Building was named after him.

John Reith (centre) was educated at Glasgow Academy and graduated as an engineer at the Royal Technical College. As founding Director-General of the BBC from 1922 to 1938, he exerted a major influence on the early years of broadcasting, emphasising standards and a high moral tone. The annual Reith Lectures were established by the BBC in 1947 in his honour. He was elected Rector of the University of Glasgow, 1965-1968.

Lord Reith was famous for being seriously weird and seriously intimidating. While he was DG of the BBC, imploring it to educate and inform, the BBC VIP paedophile ring was in its embryonic stages.

Andrew McCance was a distinguished metallurgist and businessman, who was Chairman of Colvilles. A graduate of the Royal Technical College, he was the College’s last Chairman of the Board of Governors, 1950-1964. His role in the transformation of the College into the University of Strathclyde was recognised in the naming of the McCance Building.

Joan Strothers was awarded a Gov’t grant to study for a higher degree and elected to go to the Cavendish Lab at Cambridge, where she joined the man whom she later married Sam Curran in a team under the direction of Philip Dee.

My post ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’ discusses the cheating, research fraud and plagiarism that took place at the Cavendish Lab, including that of James Watson who bagged the Nobel Prize for elucidating the structure of DNA.

Prof Philip Ivor Dee CBE (8 April 1904-17 April 1983) was responsible for the development of airborne radar during WW II. Glasgow University named the Philip Ivor Dee Memorial Lecture after him.

Dee was born in Stroud, Gloucestershire, the son of Albert John Dee, a schoolmaster. He was educated at Marling School and then studied at Cambridge University where he graduated MA in 1926. Dee thereafter took on research roles, initially as a student of Charles Thomson Rees Wilson at the Cavendish Lab, during which time Samuel Curran worked under him.

Dee was elected FRS in 1941 and won its Hughes Medal in 1952. During WW II, he initially worked in the Ministry of Aircraft Production and in 1940 moved to the Telecommunications Research Establishment. Dee led the team which developed the Village Inn radar system.

In 1945, Dee became Professor of Natural Philosophy at Glasgow University. He was created a CBE in the 1946 Birthday Honours, having already been appointed an OBE in the 1943 Birthday Honours. In the same year Dee received Gov’t funding to build equipment to investigate particle physics and placed Glasgow University as a world authority in that field during the 1950s.

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In 1946 Philip Dee was also elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh. His proposers were Thomas Alty, John Walton, Edward Provan Cathcart, and Sir Robert Muir. He was awarded the Society’s Gunning Victoria Jubilee Prize for 1958-1962 in recognition of his work on nuclear physics. By which time thanks to Philip Dee’s wider network, this man had retrained as a Top Doc after a ‘career as an atomic scientist’, following his early years migrating around Bethesda when he/his family were moved on by the bailiffs and then being thrown out of a chemistry degree in disgrace:

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Philip Dee retired in 1972 and received an honorary doctorate (DSc) from Strathclyde University in 1980, the year that his mate and former junior colleague Sam Curran retired as VC of Strathclyde. Dee died in Glasgow on 17 April 1983. His obituary was written by Sir  Samuel Curran FRS.

Dee married Phyllis Elsie Tyte in 1929.

Glasgow University, Dept of Natural Philosophy, 1952:

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In 1952 Dafydd began his medicine degree at Liverpool University…

The archives of Philip Ivor Dee are maintained by the Archives of the University of Glasgow (GUAS). His 1973 portrait by Kathryn Kynoch is held by the Hunterian Art Gallery.

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Another online biography supplies a few more details re Philip Dee:

Philip Ivor Dee… was educated at Marling School, Stroud and Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge, where he gained the degree of MA. In 1929 he married Phyllis Elsie Tyte, and had two daughters. From 1930 until 1933 he was Stokes Student at Pembroke College, Cambridge, and from 1934 until 1943 he was Lecturer in Physics at Cavendish Laboratory and Fellow of Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge. At the Cavendish Laboratory he worked closely with Charles Thomson Rees Wilson (1869-1959), Professor of Natural Philosophy. Under Wilson’s direction he became responsible for the development of the 1 million volt H T set and with the direction of its experimental programme. From 1939-1945 he was Superintendent of the Telecommunications Research Establishment at the Ministry of Aircraft Production, at Swanage and Malvern, and was responsible for the development of the use of the magnetron for centimetric radar… In 1943 he was appointed Regius Professor of Natural Philosophy at the University of Glasgow, becoming Professor Emeritus on his retirement in 1972. Soon after his appointment he secured funds from the University and the Department of Scientific and Industrial Research for the purchase of an HT set similar to that at Cambridge, and later for a 300 MeV electron synchrotron. He personally supervised the design and construction of the synchrotron, which was completed in 1954. In the mid-1960s the synchrotron was replaced by an electron linear accelerator, which was installed at the Kelvin Laboratories at East Kilbride. He was a member of the Advisory Council of the Department of Scientific and Industrial Research from 1947-1952…

Sources: Who Was Who, VIII; ‘Obituary: Emmeritus Professor Philip I Dee, CBE, MA, FRS’, College Courant, 71, (Glasgow, 1983).

Observations: Harold Wilson’s mate Asa Briggs who kept the lid on the Brighton end of Dafydd and Gwynne’s operation when Asa worked as Sussex University was an alumnus of Sidney Sussex, Cambridge. Asa went to war on Merfyn who later became VC of Bangor University when Merfyn was an undergrad in 1968, after Merfyn and his mates staged an anti-Vietnam protest. Asa bore a lifelong grudge and was happy to swing into action again when Merfyn became VC of Bangor decades later. See eg. ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’. Asa graduated from Sidney Sussex in 1941 and was an Honorary Fellow from 1968. Briggs served in the Intelligence Corps, 1942-45 and worked at Bletchley Park. While there, he became friends with Howard Smith, who in 1979 became Director of MI5. Asa was one of those who used the security services to conceal serious crime.

Philip Dee sat on the Advisory Council of the Dept of Scientific and Industrial Research during the premiership of Clement Attlee.

In 1939, Philip Dee proposed that the team spend a month at the  Royal Aircraft Establishment at Farnborough Airfield. They arrived on 1 September 1939. Two days later, Britain declared war on Germany, and Britain entered WW II. Instead of returning to the Cavendish Lab, the team moved to Exeter where Dee and three others worked on developing rockets as anti-aircraft weapons, while Joan Strothers and Sam Curran joined a group under John Coles working on the development of the proximity fuse. Strothers was based at Leeson House and Durnford School. Joan and Sam Curran developed a workable fuse, which was codenamed VT. Britain lacked the capacity to mass-produce the VT fuse, so the design was shown to the United States by the Tizard Mission in late 1940. The Americans perfected and mass-produced the fuse. In due course, these proximity fuses arrived in the United Kingdom, where they played an important part in the defence of the kingdom against the V-1 flying bomb.

Strothers married Curran on 7 November 1940. Soon afterwards they were transferred to the Telecommunications Research Establishment (TRE) near Swanage. It was with this group, at Swanage and later at Malvern, that Joan devised the technique that was codenamed Window, also known as chaff ie. radar reflectors that could be scattered from bombers, thus disrupting the enemy’s radar.

R.V. Jones later declared: “In my opinion, Joan Curran made an even greater contribution to victory, in 1945, than Sam.”

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In early 1944 the Currans were part of a group of British scientists invited to go to the US to take part in the Manhattan Project, the Allied project to develop an atomic bomb. They joined the British Mission at the Berkeley Radiation Laboratory, California, headed by Mark Oliphant, an Australian scientist who Joan knew from the Cavendish Laboratory. Oliphant also acted as de facto deputy to Ernest Lawrence, the Director of the Radiation Laboratory.

Mark Oliphant was one of the biggest names in terms of the Famous Scientists with Gwynne and Gwynne connections via Patrick Blackett et al, as discussed in my post ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’.

While at Berkeley, Joan gave birth to her first child, a daughter, Sheena, who was born severely mentally handicapped. The Currans later had three sons, all of whom went on to complete a PhD.

After the war ended, Sam took up an offer from Philip Dee to take up a Chair at Glasgow University. In Glasgow, the Currans, together with a few friends, set up the Scottish Society for the Parents of Mentally Handicapped Children (Enable), which eventually grew to 100 branches and more than 5000 members. Later, when Joan was a member of the Greater Glasgow Health Board and the Scottish Special Housing Association, the needs of the disabled were always at the forefront of her mind and she did much to promote their welfare. So why the disabled, including those with what were then called mental handicap and people with mental health problems, were so badly abused and neglected one can only wonder. Joan was a member of the Greater Glasgow Health Board when R.D. Laing Made A Stand with regard to the dreadful treatment of psych patients and others. Previous posts have discussed how Laing’s desire to hang out with those from the counter-culture, including Bertrand Russell’s mates from Croesor, rather got in the way of Laing’s reforming zeal. It inspired Dafydd though, at one point Dafydd was a Laingian. See previous posts.

Dafydd had a whole collection of mates who hampered Joan Curran’s liberation of the disabled in Glasgow because as any fule kno, THEY transformed the care of the oppressed! There was for example Prof Jerry Morris, Kay Carmichael, Janey Buchan, David Donnison and at a later date Sam Galbraith! Many of the crowd doubled up as Labour politicians and Janey was mates with Nelson Mandela. See eg. ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’. Those in the Gorbals were in bloody clover, the best health and social care in the world.

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Where would they have been without Joan?

As well as her roaring success in other domains, Joan Curran took a close interest in the work of the Council for Access for the Disabled and helped improve the range of facilities, especially for disabled university students, which will have been why even in the early 1980s, facilities for disabled university students were virtually non-existent.

Sam Curran worked at the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment at Aldermaston on the development of the British H bomb, 1955-59.

Here’s Bertrand sitting in the road in Feb 1961, protesting about nukes, in particular Aldermaston:

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Bertrand leading this protest in Feb 1961 and he and his mates in CND becoming particularly militant at about this time might be the cause for the mystery discussed in previous posts, ie. that of Minister of Health Enoch Powell making a big thing of visiting the North Wales Hospital in early 1961, telling them that he was horrified at what they were doing to people and would not allow them to do it any longer. He returned to London and made his well-publicised speech to the National Association of Mental Health (MIND), which was run by Dafydd and Gwynne and announced the closure of every mental hospital in the country. Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Lord Robert Balniel, a leading light in MIND and a Tory politician, was in the audience. Powell didn’t close any asylums and his ‘Hospital Plan’ was quietly rewritten with this proposal dropped. Powell never returned to the subject again although he remained Minister of Health throughout the Profumo Affair with which Dafydd and Gwynne were involved in some way. See previous posts…

For a long while I presumed that someone had leaned on Powell and told him to leave Gwynne and Dafydd alone. Then I realised that Powell’s Denbigh visit and his much publicised horror were part of an elaborate charade in response to something that had happened with regard to Dafydd and Gwynne but I didn’t know what.

I presume that it was Bertrand Russell; there he was fomenting revolution and leading marches which ended in confrontations with the police and people being jailed when there were more than a few people who knew that Denbigh was the Final Solution for anyone who dared complain about his sexual exploits/assaults on people, along with those committed by his mates and others in High Places.

Since the Westminster Paedophile Ring has become a topic of discussion, one name that has been repeatedly suggested as having been a member is Enoch Powell. Powell was certainly an odd man who had difficulty in his relationships with women and as a young man had very close relationships with other men which could well have been sexual. That does not mean that Enoch Powell was a child molester or having sex with people who did not want to have sex with him, but it does place him as yet another Cabinet Minister/public figure who was part of an overtly homophobic establishment that was excluding and jailing some gay men, ‘treating’ them for homosexuality, yet concealing Dafydd and Gwynne who ran a paedophile ring targeting boys.

I will correlate the dates of Russell’s revolutionary fervour and re-read information about Enoch Powell etc and return to this in a future post.

Bertrand Russell’s anti-nuclear activities might also explain why Harold Macmillan visited Denbighshire in the early 1960s for a bit of spontaneous campaigning on behalf of the Tory Party and why Cymro 007 aka Geraint Morgan QC, the Tory candidate for Denbigh, was assisted in winning the seat in 1959 by  help from the National Liberals. See previous posts eg. ‘Cymro 007’.

Previous posts including ‘Captain Swing and His Crew’ and ‘A Message Of Peace At Christmas’ discussed Bertrand Russell’s mates in CND, the Committee of 100 etc, some of whom were working for the security services. When I interviewed people in the Croesor area a few years ago, a number of them mentioned someone called Ralph Schoenman, an American activist who acted as Bertrand Russell’s Secretary and became General Secretary of the Bertrand Russell Peace Foundation. A number of people didn’t like Schoenman but wouldn’t expand on why. Russell publicly repudiated his relationship with Schoenman in December 1969 and had him removed from the Board of the Bertrand Russell Peace Foundation. Schoenman then renamed the American branch of the foundation the American Foundation for Social Justice and continued to promote hearings into alleged American atrocities in Vietnam.

Recently I received info that Schoenman might have had something to do with rather worrying Bertrand Russell-esque sexual activities. Whether he was directly involved or not, Schoenmen was in north Wales long enough to know about Gwynne and Dafydd. See previous posts for info re Schoenman.

 

Now readers mustn’t worry that Gwynne and Dafydd may have had divided loyalties, the beauty of Dafydd and Gwynne was that they provided services to unscrupulous offenders across the political and cultural spectrum. In the way that Dafydd became a Laingian while Gwynne lobotomised, Dafydd and Gwynne were happy to provide services to Bertrand and pals who were on the Aldermaston marches as well as to those building and dropping bombs, as discussed in ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’.

Dafydd let it all hang out at times what with his Beatles connections:

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Sam Curran returned to Glasgow in 1959 as Principal the Royal College of Science and Technology. When it became the University of Strathclyde in 1964 Sam became its first Principal and Vice Chancellor. While her husband was Principal, Joan founded the Strathclyde Women’s Group and became its President. I am glad that Joan received that honorary Doctor of Laws from Strathclyde because of her own contribution to Strathclyde and not because she was married to the VC.

During WW II, the Polish 1st Armoured Division had been based in Scotland, establishing ties between the community and Poland. Joan promoted a special relationship with the Technical University of Lodz, and also devoted care and attention to the children’s hospital of that city.

Lodz soon benefited from Joan’s Midas Touch:

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Later Joan established the Lady Curran Endowment fund for overseas, particularly Polish, students.

Sir Sam Curran died on 25 February 1998. While gravely ill with cancer in 1998, Joan unveiled a memorial plaque in Barony Hill, Glasgow, to commemorate her husband and it was announced that the walled garden at Ross Priory, on Loch Lomondside, was to be named in her honour and that the Joan Curran Summer House would be built there. That told those who had Lied To Get Compensation at the Waterhouse Inquiry the year previously where to go.

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Previous posts have discussed the extraordinary upturn in the fortunes of a jobbing Top Doc who used to work at the Hergest Unit, Gwen Jones-Edwards, who made a rapid exit from north Wales during the Waterhouse Inquiry and re-emerged a few years later as Clinical Director of Southern General, the enormous flagship neurosurgery hospital in Glasgow, one of the best in Western Europe. Gwen wasn’t even a neurosurgeon so one can only marvel at her good fortune. Gwen was last heard of living in style in a splendid house on the banks of Loch Lomond.

Joan Curran died on 10 February 1999. Her daughter, Sheena, three sons and three grandsons survived her.

So Sam and Joan were both safely out of the way by the time that Ronnie Waterhouse showed the draft of his Report to Insiders before it was published in Feb 2000. There were of course the plaques and buildings to remind us of their achievements in the face of all those who were Lying To Get Compensation.

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Tam Dalyell aka Sir Thomas Dalyell of the Binns, Richard Crossman’s pal who worked for the security services and could never inflict the damage on Thatch that he desired because he was so busy concealing the Labour Party’s role in the Westminster Paedophile Ring (see previous posts), wrote Joan Curran’s obituary for the Indie, which was published on

IN THE summer parliamentary recess shortly after I was elected as MP for West Lothian in 1962,

The security services ensured that Tam O’ the Binns was in the Commons when the Profumo Affair was brewing and in the year that Macmillan was obliged to throw so many of Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates out of the Cabinet during the Night of the Long Knives because they were causing so much trouble. See previous posts.

Tam O’ the Binns, such a principled man, he never stopped snapping at Thatch’s ankles re the Belgrano:

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I was invited to lunch by Sam Curran, then the Principal of the Royal College of Science and Technology in Glasgow, as a new Scottish MP interested in science. On the right-hand side of our hostess, opposite me, was placed R.V. Jones, the Assistant Director of Intelligence – and from 1946 to 1952 Director of Intelligence – at the Air Ministry. Our seemingly reticent hostess listened politely to Jones’s conversation, spattered as it was with technical illusions. She said little and nodded sagely. After lunch Jones said to me, “I saw you wondering. No mere dutiful wife she! In my opinion, Joan Curran made an even greater contribution to victory, in 1945, than Sam.”

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Judy Chicago’s ‘The Dinner Party’ is considered an epic feminist installation work. I know that Tam O’ the Binns was at a luncheon party rather than a dinner party, but if you come from the mean streets of Somerset, luncheon was dinner. Not that it will have been for Tam O’ the Binns, he went to Eton, so he could well have experienced luncheon ladies rather than dinner ladies. Or very probably luncheon men.

As M.R.D. Foot put it, opening Jones’s own obituary [19 December 1997], “R.V. Jones was one of the main wizards during the secret war against Hitler, became a pillar of scientific education, and wrote some notable books.” Jones was in a position to know.

As I got to know the Currans better, Sam never missed the opportunity to point out that Joan had indeed made a greater contribution than he had in his work previous to or during the Manhattan Project, and was a formidable scientist in her own right.
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In old age the way in which they looked after each other in their Glasgow Anniesland flat was rather sweet. When I was writing an obituary in a hurry of their friend Sir Nevill Mott [12 August 1996], I phoned Sam and he said, “I cannot talk to you until after half an hour; I’m doing my morning bathing of Joan’s eyes.”
Joan’s own care was every bit as good as that enjoyed by the citizens of the Gorbals who’s welfare she had transformed, even after being hindered by the rest of Dafydd’s mates because they were so busy transforming the lives of The Poor as well.
Joan Strothers was born in Swansea, the daughter of an optician…She had the scientific equivalent of gardening green fingers which she would modestly attribute to her father’s interest in her education. From Swansea Girls’ High School she went up to Newnham College, Cambridge, on an open scholarship in 1934.
Swansea and the Gang’s contacts in Swansea will have made maximum use of Joan the Lady Bomber, including in later years when her husband was VC of Strathclyde University.
Encouraged by the Newnham tutor A.C. Davies, after graduation she went to the Cavendish and was assigned to a group working under Philip Dee. In this group was the young Sam Curran with whom she had a romance which was to end in 58 years of supremely successful marriage.
On the outbreak of war the group went to Swanage and then to the Royal Aircraft Establishment at Farnborough, where other physicists included Philip Dee, Bernard Lovell and Alan Hodgkin.

R.V. Jones, in his book Most Secret War (1978), identifies the “two major possibilities” for their counter-measures against the Luftwaffe as “jamming and spurious reflectors”… Spurious reflectors would be simpler, and contained an element of hoaxingThey did not get the immediate go-ahead for the use of the reflectors, however. It was not until 1941, as their knowledge of German radar grew, that Jones persuaded Churchill’s adviser Frederick Lindemann to allow trials. These were undertaken, in late 1941 and early 1942, under Robert Cockburn’s direction at Swanage by Mrs Joan Curran. “Her results were all that we expected,” Jones recalled, and she tried various forms of reflector ranging from wires to leaflets, each roughly the size of a page in a notebook, on which, as a refinement, propaganda could be printed… The material was produced and made up into packets each weighing about a pound, and the idea was that the leading aircraft in a bomber stream would throw them out at the rate of one every minute or so, to produce the radar equivalent of a smokescreen, through which succeeding aircraft could fly. So much progress was made, after the years of delay, that by April 1942 enough material had been produced for it to be used by Bomber Command. It was given the code name “Window” by A.P. Rowe, the superintendent of [the Telecommunications Research Establishment] TRE.

The scheme was sanctioned by the chiefs of staff on 27 April 1942. It was the scattering of clouds of this foil by British bombers that confused the German gun-laying radar and provided a measure of protection against flak for the night raids of Bomber Command. Perhaps the greatest success of the work of Joan Curran and her team was its use where foil was dropped with great precision by the Lancasters of 617 Squadron, to synthesise a phantom invasion force of ships in the straits of Dover on the night of 5-6 June 1944. This kept Von Runstedt and his commanders unsure of whether the brunt of the Allied assault would fall on Normandy or in the Pas de Calais.

Early in 1944 Sam Curran was sent to the United States to work on the highly secret Manhattan Project. His wife helped him in his work on the invention of the scintillation counter – a device for measuring radioactivity that is still in use in many scientific laboratories…

As a member of the Greater Glasgow Health Board, Joan championed the needs of the disabled; and as a Scottish constituency MP I know how much she did on the Council for Access for the Disabled, especially helping the disabled to get to university.

Tam O’ the Binns didn’t notice the continued absence of facilities at universities for the disabled after Joan had transformed the landscape.

Among her other interests was the relationship between Strathclyde University (as, under the guidance of Sam Curran, the Royal College of Science and Technology became) and the Technical University of Lodz in Poland…In later life, this distinguished scientist had played a wonderful role in welcoming the families of new staff to Strathclyde University. She played a major part in the outstanding success of Strathclyde.

Strathclyde University not only hosted colleagues of Alexis Jay, but also the media academic Colin MacCabe who held a Chair there,  1980-85, as discussed in my post ‘I Spit On Your Grave’. MacCabe has passed through many places where the more powerful members of the Gang’s network can be found, including Cambridge University, Exeter University and Birkbeck. Colin did very well out of his connections with academics at Stirling University and people there who knew what the Gang got up to in my direction. Colin spent a number of years in a senior position at the BFI (British Film Institute). Since 1986 he has been a Prof at the University of Pittsburgh and is currently visiting Professor of English at UCL and at the Birkbeck Institute.

Lord Alexander Todd, a chemist who was a Gov’t adviser and one of those in grandiose Cambridge academic places who Knew About Dafydd and Gwynne, was appointed Chancellor of Strathclyde University in 1970. See post eg. ‘The Two Culture Of Organised Abuse’.

 

Joan Curran was also the subject of an obituary published in the Herald Scotland:

IT is difficult to separate the lives of Joan and Sam Curran. Although they were of very different temperaments, they made a superb team and partnership and were devoted to each other. Nevertheless, it is very important (and Sam always emphasised this) to note that she was a considerable scientist in her own right and in the dark days of the Second World War she, as did Sam, played an important part in the survival of this country...

When Sam was Principal of Strathclyde University he had a very willing helpmate at his side… And she did an enormous amount for many people behind the scenes. Many of us are grateful for many kindnesses, always done without fuss.

Wales Online wheeled Joan out in an article on 8 Jan 2015 as someone from Swansea who should be remembered. Lord Brian Flowers was of course Lord Science who grew up and went to school in Swansea and forever after made himself useful to the Gang and Gwerin.

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Brian Flowers was a nuclear physicist but reached senior management positions at Imperial and then in the wider London University, serving as VC of both Manchester and London Universities. Flowers concealed en masse research fraud, patient harm and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See previous posts.

Sir Samuel Crowe Curran (23 May 1912-25 February 1998), was the first Principal and Vice-Chancellor of Strathclyde University, the first of the new technical universities in Britain. To date, Curran remains the longest serving Principal and Vice Chancellor of the University of Strathclyde, holding the post for a total of 16 years. Samuel Curran was born on 23 May 1912 at Ballymena in N Ireland, the son of John Hamilton Curran (from Kinghorn in Fife) and his wife Sarah. The family moved to Scotland soon after for his father to work as foreman of a steelworks near Wishaw. Sam had three brothers, Robert, Hamilton and John. After Wishaw High School, Sam completed his first degree in maths and a PhD in physics at Glasgow University, before taking a second PhD at the Cavendish Lab as a member of St John’s College, Cambridge. Dafydd and Gwynne’s Clever Nuclear Scientist friend Sir John Cockcroft was an alumnus of St John’s College, Cambridge, as was Maurice Wilkins, who shared the Nobel Prize with Francis Crick and James Watson for the work that Rosalind Franklin had carried out. See post ‘The Two Cultures Of Organised Abuse’. Ronnie Waterhouse passed through St John’s College Cambridge and was an enthusiastic member of the alumni association; Ronnie was also in the RAF…

At the start of WW II, Sam Curran and Joan Strothers went to work at the TRE on radar  development. In 1944, Curran moved to the University of California, Berkeley, to participate in the Manhattan Project. After the war Curran worked at the University of Glasgow and at the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment at Aldermaston.

In 1947 Sam Curran was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh. His proposers were Thomas Alty, Philip Dee, Robert A Houston and James W Cook. In 1953 Curran became FRS.

In 1959, Curran took up the position of Principal of the Royal College of Science and Technology in Glasgow which he led to full university status in 1964 as Strathclyde University. Curran was knighted in 1970. He remained at the University until his retirement in 1980, when he was succeeded in the role by Graham Hills.

Sam was the recipient of at least five honorary doctorates including an LLD from both Glasgow and Aberdeen Universities. Curran was the recipient of the 1976 St Mungo Prize, awarded to the individual who has done most in the previous three years to improve and promote the city of Glasgow.

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Following the birth of a handicapped daughter, the Currans set up the Scottish Association of Parents of Handicapped Children, now known as ‘Enable’, with Samuel Curran serving as its President, 1964-1991. That will explain why provision for handicapped children throughout those years was just so dire. The norm was for them to be institutionalised in establishments in which abuse and neglect was rampant and continued even when parents and others did everything possible to flag it up. Handicapped children were often targeted by abusers who knew that they could do anything and would not be held to account. Jimmy Savile knew which side his bread was buttered.

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Samuel Curran died on 15 February 1998 in hospital in Glasgow, aged 85.

 

Curran’s colleague Sir Alfred Charles Bernard Lovell (31 August 1913-6 August 2012) was the first Director of Jodrell Bank Observatory, 1945-80. Lovell was born at Oldland Common, Bristol. Lovell had a Methodist upbringing, as did Thatch, George Thomas, Harold Wilson’s wife Mary and so many of the Gang, the Gwerin and their network, because of the political and cultural domination of Nonconformity in north Wales. Former Methodist missionaries with international connections were also members of Dafydd and Gwynne’s support network eg. the Rev/Prof Alwyn Roberts at UCNW and Top Doc William aka Bill Beer and his wife Joan Beer. See previous posts eg. ‘Meet The Gwerin!’, ‘There’s Methodism In This Madness’ and ‘Come, Friendly Bombs’.

Bernard Lovell attended Kingswood Grammar School, Bristol. Lovell studied at Bristol University, obtaining his first degree in 1934 and his PhD in 1936. Lovell was a keen player of the church organ and when at Bristol University he also received organ lessons from Raymond Jones, a teacher at Bath Technical School and later organist at Bath Abbey. Previous posts have discussed the problem of organised abuse among clergy in Somerset which during the 1960 and 70s at least was concealed by the Bishop of Bath and Wells.

Lovell worked at Manchester University until the outbreak of WW II, during which he worked for the TRE developing radar systems for aircraft. In June 1942 Lovell was involved in the recovery of a highly secret cavity magnetron from the wreckage of a Handley Page Halifax that had crashed killing a number of his colleagues, including EM engineer Alan Blumlein, while on a test flight.

At the end of WW II, Lovell attempted to continue his studies of cosmic rays with an ex-military radar detector unit, but suffered much background interference from the electric trams in Manchester. He moved his equipment to a more remote location, one which was free from such electrical interference and where he established the Jodrell Bank Observatory in Cheshire. It was an outpost of Manchester University’s Dept of Botany.

Prof Peter Greig-Smith who spent years as a Prof in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW spent his earlier career after Cambridge Universty in the Dept of Botany at Manchester. Greig-Smith was a member of the Gang’s support network and he was friends with the Cambridge botanist Edred Henry Corner, who was Douglas Hurd’s uncle. See eg.’Additional Security Measures’.

With Manchester University funding, Bernard Lovell constructed the then-largest steerable  radio telescope in the world, which now bears his name, the Lovell Telescope. Over 50 years later it remains a productive radio telescope, now operated mostly as part of the MERLIN and European VLBI Network interferometric arrays of radio telescopes.

In 2009, Lovell claimed that he had been the subject of a Cold War assassination attempt during a 1963 visit to the Soviet Deep-Space Communication Centre. Lovell alleged that his hosts tried to kill him with a lethal radiation dose because he was Head of the Jodrell Bank space telescope when it was also being used as part of an early warning system for Soviet nuclear attacks. Lovell wrote a full account of the incident which, at his determination, was only published after his death.

In 1958, Lovell was invited by the BBC to deliver the annual Reith lectures, a series of six radio broadcasts called The Individual and the Universe, in which he examined the history of enquiry into the solar system and the origin of the universe.

In 1965 Lovell was invited to co-deliver the Royal Institution Christmas Lecture on Exploration of the Universe.

In 1975 Lovell gave the Presidential address (In the Centre of Immensities) to the British Association meeting in Guildford.

Lovell won numerous awards, including:

  • 1946 – OBE, for his work on H2S
  • 1955 – Elected FRS
  • 1960 – Royal Medal
  • 1961 – Knight Bachelor

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Lovell was a member of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences.

Lovell has a secondary school named after him in Bristol, which he officially opened. A building on the QinetiQ site in Malvern is also named after him, as was the fictional scientist Bernard Quatermass, the hero of several BBC TV science-fiction serials of the 1950s, whose first name was chosen in honour of Lovell.

Just days ago it was announced that Jodrell Bank has now been awarded UNESCO status.

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In 1937, Lovell married Mary Joyce Chesterman (d. 1993) and they had two sons and three daughters. In later life Lovell was physically very frail; he lived in quiet retirement and died at home in Swettenham, Cheshire on 6 August 2012.

Bernard Lovell’s son Bryan is a geologist who is featured on the webpages of Cambridge University’s BP Institute for Multiphase Flow: ‘The University of Cambridge BP Institute was established in 2000 by a generous endowment from BP, which has funded faculty positions, support staff and the Institute Building, in perpetuity. The Institute research focuses on fundamental problems in multiphase flow and is highly interdisciplinary, spanning six University Departments.’

The details provided for Bryan are:

OBE, C.Geol., Senior Research Fellow in Earth Sciences

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Career
◾ Oxford University Geology (BA 1963; MSc 1964)
◾ Harvard University (PhD 1968)
◾ Teaching Fellow Harvard University 1965-1968
◾ Lecturer in Geology at Edinburgh University 1969-1981
◾ Consultant to oil and mining industries 1965-1981
◾ founder and Chairman of Petrological Services Edinburgh 1980-1981
◾ Scottish Liberal Party energy spokesman 1978-1979
◾ Parliamentary candidate, Edinburgh South,1979.
◾ BP Exploration 1981-1996 ◾ Chief Sedimentologist
◾ Exploration Manager and General Manager Ireland
◾ International Exploration Manager (Middle East)
◾ Head of Recruitment, BP Group.
◾ President of the Geological Society 2010-2012

◾ Continuing involvement with oil industry as consultant since 1996.

Research
Plumes or hotspots are significant features of Earth’s convecting mantle. Their behaviour may be studied by analysing their control of elevation of Earth’s surface. Specifically, they have notable effects on regional sea-levels. These changes in relative sea-level may be measured in the sedimentary record preserved on the margins of continents. These studies throw light on two main areas of Earth Science: ◾ flow in mantle plumes
◾ the mechanism of control of high-frequency changes in sea-level, especially in non-glacial times.

Bryan’s webpage also provides details of some of his publications; interested readers can therefore discover with whom Bryan has worked and of course other webpages provide details of Bryan’s colleagues at the part of Cambridge University bankrolled by BP. BP have obviously given Cambridge a lot of money, there’s quite a crowd working at the BP Institute.

The Head of the BP Institute for Multiphase Flow is Prof Andy Woods. Andy spent a few years as Prof of Applied Maths at D.G.E. Wood’s alma mater, Bristol University, which hosted that network of Top Docs and other academics who were facilitating the south west arm of Wood’s trafficking business, including statisticians who had access to the confidential data of thousands of vulnerable people as discussed in previous posts. It was in 2000, the year that Ronnie Waterhouse published his Report, that Andy was appointed Head of the BP Institute. Andy is a Professorial Fellow of St John’s College, Cambridge, Ronnie’s old college.

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Prof. A. W. Woods

BP Professor

Professorial Fellow of St. Johns College

Professor Andy Woods has research interests in a range of fluid flow processes, many including phase changes. The character of the work includes both theoretical analysis and experimental modelling.

Career

  • 1989-1990 Green Scholar, Scripps Institute of Oceanography, La Jolla California
  • 1990-1996 Institute of Theoretical Geophysics, Cambridge
  • 1996-2000 Professor of Applied Mathematics, School of Mathematics, Bristol
  • 2000-present BP Institute, Cambridge
  • Qualifications
  • 1985 BA Mathematics, St. Johns College, Cambridge
  • 1989 PhD DAMTP, Cambridge
  • Awards
  • 1997 Marcello Carapezza Prize
  • 1997 Italgas Prize
  • 1999 Stewartson Lecturer
  • 2000 Bullerwell Lecturer
  • 2002 Wager Medal
  • 2003 GFD Lecturer
  • 2011 Wyss Institute Lecture, Harvard
  • 2017 Elected Fellow of the Royal Society
  • 2019 Marchi Lecture, Italy
  • Research
  • Prof. Woods has explored a wide variety of problems, including:
  • the dynamics of explosive volcanic systems: both subsurface and atmospheric processes associated with such volcanism, and the related topic of two phase flow in pipelines
  • geothermal systems, especially superheated systems, in which there is continual water- vapour phase change, and fluid-mineral dissolution
  • natural ventilation flows in buildings, work which has recently led to the energy saving e-stack system, as well as new strategies for combining thermal mass with natural ventilation, to achieve both comfort and energy efficiency
  • models of traffic flow dynamics
  • oil-water-gas flows in porous rocks and problems associated with residual oil recovery

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Another one of the crowd was Sir Alan Lloyd Hodgkin (5 February 1914-20 December 1998), a physiologist and biophysicist who shared the 1963 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine with Andrew Huxley and John Eccles. Hodgkin was born in Banbury, Oxfordshire. He was educated at The Downs School near Malvern, Gresham’s School, and Trinity College, Cambridge.

During WW II, Hodgkin volunteered on Aviation Medicine at Farnborough and was subsequently transferred to the TRE where he worked on the development of centimetric radar, including the design of the Village Inn airborne gun-laying system.

As WW II ended in 1945, Hodgkin joined the Physiology Department in Cambridge University. He was the Foulerton Professor of the Royal Society, 1951-69. Hodgkin served on the Royal Society Council, 1958-60 and on the Medical Research Council, 1959-63. He was foreign secretary of the Physiological Society, 1961-67, when Gov’t Ministers, including Enoch Powell, very firmly sat on the outrage that was Dafydd and Gwynne and were amply assisted by Top Docs crowing about their Expertise and refusing to expose Gwynne and Dafydd’s criminal blundering idiocy.

Hodgkin was appointed the John Humphrey Plummer Professor of Biophysics at Cambridge University in 1970.

Hodgkin also held additional administrative posts including Chancellor, Leicester University, 1971-84 and Master, Trinity College, Cambridge, 1978-85, succeeding Rab Butler.

Greville Janner was elected as the Labour MP for Leicester North West in June 1970. The Leicestershire ring had been in operation for decades and was concealed by among other institutions, Leicester University. One part of Leicester University that was particularly culpable was the Medical School, the Dean of which for many years was Lord Robert Kilpatrick. Kilpatrick was a Scottish Top Doc who before Leicester served as Dean of Sheffield Medical School. In 1989 Kilpatrick was headhunted by the GMC to become their Chairman, as the police investigation into Frank Beck, Greville Janner and others in Leicestershire was underway. Kilpatrick was in place at the GMC in time to conceal the leading role played by Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain in the wrongdoing at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Even in retirement, Kilpatrick was working his butt off to conceal the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the Top Docs’ considerable role in it. See post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’. Other parts of Leicester University were also colluding with the ring, including the social scientists, educationists, humanities and media academics. See eg. ‘Radical Leicester and Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Life In Cold Blood’.

Cambridge was the location of an elite ring and Trinity College in particular educated/employed many people who concealed it. Rab Butler was one of those who colluded for years, as Master of Trinity but also in his many other roles. Matters were considerably assisted by Bertrand Russell’s association with Trinity and so many people who worked for the security services. And of course Carlo’s presence there, 1968-71. See previous posts.

With Andrew Huxley, Alan Hodgkin developed an action potential theory of nerve impulse transmission, the ‘voltage clamp’.

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The experiments started at Cambridge University in 1935 with the frog sciatic nerve and Huxley and Hodgkin continued their work using squid giant axons at the Marine Biological Association Laboratory in Plymouth. In 1939, reporting work done in Plymouth, Alan Hodgkin and Andrew Huxley published a short paper in ‘Nature’, announcing their achievement of recording action potentials from inside a nerve fibre. Research was interrupted by WW II but after resuming their experimental work in Plymouth, Hodgkin and Huxley published their theory in 1952 in a series of publications.

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Hodgkin and Huxley established the propagation mechanism of nerve impulse and in addition their findings led them to hypothesize the existence of ion channels on cell membranes, which were only confirmed decades later leading to a Nobel prize in 1991 for Erwin Neher and Bert Sakmann, and in 2003 for Roderick MacKinnon.

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Erwin Neher began the work that led to his Nobel Prize when he was at Yale University in the late 1970s. In 1983, Neher became a Director at the Max Planck Institute for Biophysical Chemistry in Gottingen and led the Department for Membrane Biophysics. He has been an Emeritus Director of the Institute since 2011. Neher is also a Professor Emeritus at the University of Göttingen and a Co-chair of the Bernstein Center for Computational Neuroscience, Gottingen. Erwin is married to Dr. Eva-Maria Neher (née Ruhr, born 22 November 1950). She founded the Göttingen Xlab and has been its Executive Director since 2000. The Göttingen Xlab is an experimental laboratory for training young people from student to scientist level.

Bert Sakmann is a Top Doc who after completing his medical exams at Ludwig-Maximilians University in Munich, became a medical assistant in 1968 at Munich University, while also working as a scientific assistant (Wissenschaftlicher Assistant) at Munich’s Max-Planck-Institut für Psychiatrie, in the Neurophysiology Department under Otto Detlev Creutzfeldt. In 1971 Sakmann moved to UCL where he worked in the Department of Biophysics under Bernard Katz. In 1974, he completed his medical dissertation in the Medical Faculty of Göttingen University. Sakmann then returned to the lab of Otto Creutzfeldt, who had meanwhile moved to the Max Planck Institute for Biophysical Chemistry in Gottingen. Bert Sakmann was Professor at Heidelberg University and is an Emeritus Scientific Member of the Max Planck Institute for Medical Research in Heidelberg, Germany. Since 2008 Sakmann has led an Emeritus research group at the Max Planck Institute of Neurobiology. On 2 June 2009, Dr. Peter Gruss, the President of the Max Planck Society, announced that Sakmann would serve as the Scientific Director of the Max Planck Florida Institute, the organization’s biomedical research facility at Florida Atlantic University in Jupiter, Florida.

Roderick MacKinnon
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MacKinnon in 2014
Born 19 February 1956 (age 63)

Nationality United States
Alma mater
Known for Potassium Channel Structure
Spouse(s) Jue Chen (2017-)
Awards
Scientific career
Fields Chemistry
Institutions

In 2007 Roderick Mackinnon became a foreign member of the Royal Netherlands Academy of Arts and Sciences

Roderick MacKinnon is co-inventor with his friend and scientific collaborator, neurobiologist Bruce Bean of Harvard Medical School of a dietary supplement for treating and preventing muscle cramps; they tested it in clinical trials and are co-founders a company to commercialize their invention, Flex Pharma. Christoph Westphal and Jennifer Cermak were co-founders as well. The company undertook drug development of a formulation of supplement as a drug candidate for neuromuscular disorders like ALS, and raised a $40 million Series A round. The company had a $86 million initial public offering in 2015. In 2016, the company launched “HotShot” as a dietary supplement for endurance athletes. In June 2018 the company halted clinical development of the drug candidate due to tolerability issues, cut its workforce and said it was considering its strategy. In July 2018 MacKinnon resigned from the board of Directors.

Roderick MacKinnon shared the Nobel Prize with Peter Agre.

Peter Agre
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Peter Agre
Born January 30, 1949 (age 70)

Nationality United States
Alma mater Augsburg College (B.A., 1970)
Johns Hopkins School of Medicine (M.D., 1974)
University Hospitals Case Medical Center(1975-1978)
North Carolina Memorial Hospital(1978-1981)
Known for Aquaporins
Awards Nobel Prize in Chemistry (2003) Bloomberg Distinguished Professorships (2014)
Scientific career
Fields Medicine
Chemistry
Biochemistry

Peter Agre (born January 30, 1949) is a Top Doc and molecular biologist, Bloomberg Distinguished Professor at the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health and Johns Hopkins School of Medicine and Director of the Johns Hopkins Malaria Research Institute.

In 2009, Agre was elected President of the American Association for the Advancement of Science (AAAS). Agre is a Lutheran. He and his wife Mary have three daughters, one son, and two young granddaughters. Agre is an Eagle Scout. Two of Agre’s brothers, also Top Docs and his son Clarke, a public defender, are Eagle Scouts as well.

While serving from 2009 to 2011 as President and Chair of the Board of Advisors of AAAS, Agre became very active in the AAAS Center for Science Diplomacy. Working with AAAS Chief International Officer, Vaughan Turekian and former Scientific Advisor to the U.S. Secretary of State, Norman P. Neureiter, Agre led a series of science diplomacy visits to countries with adversarial relationships to the U.S.

In November 2009, Agre made the first of six trips to Cuba when he led a group of scientists from AAAS to Havana. Two years later, Agre led an extensive series of visits to the Cuban Academy of Sciences and leading Cuban scientific institutions including ELAM (Latin American School of Medicine) Cuba. Invited to lecture at the University of Havana, Agre also met with Fidel Castro. Agre subsequently led another AAAS visit and served as Honorary President of Biotecnologia Habana 2012 and Plenary Lecturer at Quimcuba 2015.

After North Korea aka DPRK rebuffed requests for entry by US organizations, working through the DPRK Ambassador to the UN, an invitation was issued to the Nobel Laureate-led AAAS team in partnership with CRDF Global for a visit hosted by the DPRK State Academy of Sciences in December 2009. Requests to visit 15 research institutes, universities, the Grand People’s Study House and a hospital were all granted. Potential future scientific collaboration in the life sciences such as medicine development and agricultural research received extensive and enthusiastic discussion. A follow up visits by DPRK scientific leadership to the AAAS – CRDF team occurred 15 months later at the Carter Center in Atlanta.

Peter Agre visiting the Pyongyang University of Science and Technology in 2009.

A meeting occurred with the leadership of the Pyongyang University of Science and Technology (PUST), a private university founded by a Korean-born American businessman. Agre provided keynote plenary lectures to the 1st International Science Symposium at PUST in 2011 and the 3rd symposium in 2015. Invited to participate in a tour of multiple DPRK universities by four Nobel Laureates in 2016, Agre was unable to attend due to a hospitalization.

A visit by Agre and the AAAS Science Diplomacy team to Myanmar occurred in April 2010. Travel was made to the new capital, Naypyidaw, for formal meetings with the Ministry of Forestry and Ministry of Health to discuss malaria. A meeting with faculty of University of Yangon was also held. Despite continued existence of the junta, meetings with the opposition were arranged in Yangon. Although Aung San Suu Kyi was unavailable as she was still under house arrest, her release occurred six months later.

Meetings with Iranian Foreign Minister Ali Akbar Salehi at the New York residence of the Iranian Ambassador to the UN resulted in a June 2012 visit to Tehran by Agre and Norman P. Neureiter. Salehi, a PhD graduate of MIT and former Head of the Atomic Energy Organization of Iran, arranged for lectures in multiple universities in Tehran where Agre was appointed Visiting Professor at the Sharif University of Technology and a private meeting was held with President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.

The Nobel-winning globe trotting Mr Big of US medical science is nevertheless uncomfortable in that role. Peter Agre said in an interview with ‘Scouting’ magazine: ‘I identify more with Huckleberry Finn than with Albert Einstein’.

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Peter Agre.jpg‘All right, then, I’ll go to hell’.

 

Alan Hodgkin also discovered the cell membrane depolarisation sequence now known as the Hodgkin cycle.

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Alan Lloyd Hodgkin, Andrew Fielding Huxley and John Carew Eccles were jointly awarded the 1963 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine “for their discoveries concerning the ionic mechanisms involved in excitation and inhibition in the peripheral and central portions of the nerve cell membrane”. Hodgkin was knighted in 1972 and appointed to the Order of Merit in 1973. He was elected President of the Marine Biological Association of the United Kingdom in 1966.

UCNW/Bangor University has long been proud of its Marine Sciences bit and it is one area in which Bangor has always been considered excellent. Marine Sciences seemed to begin to take off in the 1960s.

Hodgkin was elected FRS in 1948 and served as President of the Royal Society, 1970-75. It was during those years that UNCW saw the expansion in its Marine Biology Dept and the growth in status. After Prof Eric Sunderland made that arrangement in 1984 with Carlo, Thatch and the UGC to let UCNW live to see another day in return for shafting my friends and I (see previous posts), it was the Dept of Psychology and Marine Sciences that blossomed into world-famous empires. I know why Psychology benefited, it was because Fergus Lowe overthrew Dafydd’s influence and then blackmailed and threatened everyone whom he knew had colluded with or concealed Dafydd’s criminality (see eg. ‘Feet In Chains’), but I always wondered who had the Midas touch in Marine Sciences.

The Royal Society awarded Hodgkin its Royal Medal in 1958 and Copley Medal in 1965. Hodgkin was also elected to the American Association for the Advancement of Science, American Philosophical Society, American Academy of Arts and Sciences, Royal Danish Academy of Sciences and Letters, Deutsche Akademie, and Indian National Science Academy. Hodgkin was elected a Foreign Associate of the National Academy of Sciences in 1964.

Sir Andrew Fielding Huxley (22 November 1917-30 May 2012) was a physiologist and biophysicist, born in Hampstead, of the famous Huxley family. See previous posts.

Bertrand Russell’s friend Rupert Crawshay-Williams was the grandson of Marian Huxley, who in turn was the daughter of Thomas Henry Huxley, the T.H. Huxley who was Darwin’s friend and supporter, ‘Darwin’s Bulldog’. Tom Huxley was a Top Doc, naturalist and all rounder who did many extraordinary things and knew many extraordinary people. Institutions with which he was associated such as Charing Cross Hospital (where he trained as a Top Doc) and Imperial College (where Tom Huxley lectured, although it was still known as the School of Mines at the time), max out on their association with Huxley.

Tom Huxley was off to a flying start as a medical student. At Charing Cross, he was taught by Thomas Wharton Jones, Professor of Ophthalmic Medicine and Surgery at UCL. Jones had been Robert Knox‘s assistant when Knox bought cadavers from Burke and Hare. The young Wharton Jones, who acted as go-between, was exonerated of crime, but thought it best to leave Scotland. In 1845, under Wharton Jones’ guidance, Tom Huxley published his first scientific paper. Later in life Huxley organised a pension for his old body snatching tutor…

It was Rupert Crawshay-Williams and his wife Elizabeth who found and recommended to Russell the house near Cwm Croesor where he lived from 1955 until his death in 1970, enabling him to make use of the services provided by Gwynne and Dafydd.

Rupert Crawshay-Williams went to school at Repton and then studied at Queens College, Oxford. Repton educated a number of the grander supporters of the Gang, as discussed in previous posts. Ioan Bowen Rees, the CEO of Gwynedd County Council while the Gang made merry in the Council’s children’s homes, went to Queen’s College, Oxford.

Rupert’s sister Gillian’s second husband was Arthur aka Tony Greenwood, Lord Greenwood. Tony Greenwood was a Labour MP who was a pal of Richard Crossman. Arthur William James Anthony Greenwood, Baron Greenwood of Rossendale, (14 September 1911-12 April 1982) was the son of Arthur Greenwood (Deputy Leader of the Labour Party under Clement Attlee). Tony Greenwood was born in Leeds, educated at Merchant Taylors’ School, and then read PPE at Balliol College, Oxford, where he held the posts of Chairman of the Labour Club and, in 1933, President of the Oxford Union.

Greenwood was part of the Woy/Tony Crosman circle who dominated the Labour Party under Harold Wilson and was well-acquainted with Westminster Swingers/Hypocrites such as Michael Foot and his mates (see eg. post ‘The Bay Of Pigs Invasion’) who lived longer than Richard Crossman and were still getting Dafydd and the Gang out of trouble until very recently.

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After Oxford, Greenwood continued with political work, which included debating trips to the USA and some freelance journalism. He began, but did not complete, studies for the Bar at the Middle Temple. Early employment consisted of a spell as economic secretary to an industrialist and then, in 1938-9, work for the National Fitness Council. From 1939 to 1942 Greenwood worked at the Ministry of Information where, in 1941, he became Private secretary to the Director-General Walter Monckton (see eg. The Joys Of Propaganda’ for info re Monckton and his network, including his granddaughter Rosa, who is married to Nigel Lawson’s son Dominic and was close mates with Diana Princess of Wales), with whom he travelled to Russia and the Middle East. In the summer of 1942 Greenwood joined the RAF and in February 1943 was commissioned as an Intelligence Officer. In December 1944 Greenwood was seconded to the War Cabinet Offices, to work with Monckton on an inquiry into the Mulberry harbours.

Greenwood joined the Labour Party at the age of 14 and led the Labour group on Hampstead Borough Council, 1945-49. Greenwood knew the grand old bags who sat on Hampstead Borough Council who were married to Labour Party big wigs eg. Baroness Peggy Jay, Bea Serota etc, who, as discussed in previous posts, were political groupies of Richard Crossman and were manipulated and mobilised by Mandy’s granddad Herbert Morrison to seize control of Hampstead. They all knew about the organised abuse of vulnerable people who were carefully excluded from Hampstead and contained at the wrong side of the tracks in the slum accommodation at St Pancras. The Labour MP for St Pancras North, 1949-70, was Gwynne and Dafydd’s mate Sir Kenneth Robinson, who served as Harold Wilson’s Minister of Health, 1964-68.

The Hampstead crowd knew much about Dafydd and Gwynne’s Gang through the Welsh Bloomsbury Set, many of whom were their friends and neighbours. Kenneth Robinson went to Oundle, the same school as Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, although Robinson was younger than Clough. Previous posts have discussed members of the Oundle network who supported the Gang, which included Harriet Harman’s dad the Top Doc John Harman, Sir Peter Scott (who served as Chancellor of Birmingham University when Dafydd’s mates, including Robert Bluglass ran the place), Lord Newborough aka Micky Wynn and the loony who doubled up as Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley, David Lewis Davies.

Greenwood entered Parliament as member for Heywood and Radcliffe in Lancashire in Feb 1946. Following boundary changes, Greenwood moved to represent Rossendale in Lancashire, 1950-70. Greenwood was Vice-Chairman of the PLP, 1950-1 and was in the Shadow Cabinet, 1951-52 and 1955-60. Greenwood also served on the Labour Party’s NEC, 1954-60.

Greenwood was the left wing challenger to Hugh Gaitskell in the 1961 leadership election. He served as Secretary of State for the Colonies, 1964-65; Minister of Overseas Development, 1965-66 and Minister for Housing and Local Gov’t, 1966-69, under Wilson. Greenwood succeeded Richard Crossman in the latter post.

On 22 September 1970, Greenwood was created a life peer. From 1977 to 1979 he was Chairman of the Lords Select Committee on the European Communities and Principal Deputy Chairman of Committees.

While in the Lords, Greenwood held a number of business directorships. He remained a member of the Commonwealth Development Corporation Board until 1978; was a Director of the Britannia Building Society from 1972 until his death in 1982 as well as Chairman, 1974-76; Chairman and a Director of Weeks Natural Resources (UK) Ltd., an oil exploration company; Chairman of Greenwood Development Holdings Ltd; Chairman of Integrated Professional Development Service and a Director of Pochin Ltd.

Tony Greenwood also held several public service appointments, such as Chairman of the Local Government Training Board and Staff Commission, President of the Association of Metropolitan Authorities, President of the District Heating Association, President of the Cremation Society of Great Britain, was a member of the Maplin Development Authority Board and Central Lancashire Development Corporation and he became involved in several housing organisations. Greenwood was Pro-Chancellor of the University of Lancaster, 1972-78 and financial adviser for the University of Guyana’s UK appeal. Greenwood became Chairman of the Anglo-Israel Association in 1972, was a Trustee of the Jerusalem Educational Trust and the first Chairman of the Labour Friends of Israel. He gave support to many charitable organisations and was a founding member of CND, an organisation in which Bertrand Russell and his friends/colleagues who lived in the Cwm Croesor area, including Pat Pottle and Michael Randall, played key roles. See post ‘A Message Of Peace At Christmas’ and ‘Stations Of The Crass’.

Previous posts have explained how I noticed that in north Wales no-one involved with CND, no matter how ‘radical’, would do anything to help targets of the Gang. I had always attributed this to the presence of the huge numbers of compromised social workers and Guardian reading classes in CND, I hadn’t realised that it had its origins in Bertrand Russell and E.P. Thompson etc (see ‘Captain Swing And His Crew’).

How did they expect to deal with the threat of nuclear obliteration if they couldn’t deal with Dafydd and Gwynne?

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It was madness but if you daft buggers had backed my friends and I up when we gained evidence against Dafydd and Gwynne, the trail would have led to Thatch and she and all of her mates including Shotgun Ronnie would have fallen flat on their faces.

I do apologise, I forgot that you all needed your Funding from Gwynedd County Council/the GLC etc.

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Tony Greenwood was Gillian Crawshay-Williams’s second husband; Gillian worked as an Artist. Tony Greenwood died in April 1982 aged 70. In 1982, Gwynne was sitting in the Student Health Centre in UCNW…

The Greenwoods had two daughters, Susanna and Dinah. Dinah Crawshay Greenwood married David Murray and became Dinah Murray. Dinah Murray can be found on the website of the National Autism Project, listed as a Strategy Board Member:

Dinah Murray is an independent researcher and campaigner, former tutor for Birmingham University’s distance learning courses on autism (adults) and former support worker for people with varied learning disabilities, including autism. Tutoring involved reading and critiquing hundreds of practitioner research projects. Her work has been published in Autism, in Good Autism Practice, in a number of books and on-line; she has presented at numerous conferences (world-wide) on varied themes related to autism, including several years of Autscape, an annual conference cum retreat run by and for autistic people. Her autism-related research interests have included: medication and its impact on quality of life; information technology for people who don’t use speech; the ethics of autism research; the nature of the human being, with a particular focus on interests. She has been assessed as on the autism spectrum, and if growing up today would certainly have attracted an autism diagnosis.

Dinah, while having not pursued any solid academic career, seems to have been very influential in the field of autism, including in the liberation of huge quantities of money to fund ‘research’ into autism. Previously on this blog – in comments as well as in posts – I have discussed the vast expansion of the definition of ‘autism’. The reason why in the early-mid 1960s autistic children had such terrible prognoses was that the diagnosis of autism was reserved for children who had a severe but little understood developmental disability. Unless the diagnosis was incorrect, those children often never learned to talk or use the bog etc. It was at a later date that the definition was expanded to include huge numbers of children, some of whom it could be argued were no more than eccentric or even simply responding to extremely stressful situations.

I know parents of autistic children who fall into the severely disabled category who have become very frustrated at the notion that their children must be like Dustin Hoffman in ‘Rain Man’ and can be taught in mainstream schools by people who do not accept that their children have severe limitations, cannot cope in those circumstances and have no understanding of the support that their children need. I have previously discussed some of the very questionable research into autism, including that of Aspergers’ syndrome carried out by Dafydd’s mate at the Maudsley, the clueless Professor Lorna Wing and research by Simon Baron Cohen which relies heavily on quaint notions of gender. Baron Cohen and his colleagues at UCL have enjoyed close professional relationships with academics in the School of Psychology at Bangor University.

While all this expertise in autism/Aspergers abounded, the parents of children with diagnoses on the autistic spectrum, including those in north Wales, were tearing their hair out over the lack of understanding and provision for their kids and a great many withdrew their kids from state schools on the grounds that the damage being inflicted could not be allowed to continue after their pleas for help had been ignored by teachers and educational psychologists.

There was one specialist school for autistic children in Denbighshire of which every parent I met spoke very highly and were keen to send their kids to. I met the Headmaster in 2002 and he gave the impression of being a very knowledgeable, pleasant and competent man. Imagine my surprise when I saw him hit the Welsh media a few years later in the midst of allegations that he had abused children. He was removed as Head and although charges were never brought, I think the school closed. Some time after that I saw his name mentioned in much lower profile information about corruption and malpractice in Denbighshire County Council and Education Authority. He was thanked for his evidence against people who were obliged to resign and it was noted that he had behaved with a great deal of dignity after having been subjected to a smear campaign. It was also noted that he had agreed not to speak to the media about some dreadful practices within Denbighshire County Council for the sake of the privacy of the families involved.

Was it the old story then? Competent person who caught the paedophiles’ friends out subjected to a high profile slander campaign, sacked from his job and a few years later was thanked in the small print for not behaving as disgustingly as everyone else? Or was there substance to the allegations made about him? It was never clear.

I met this Headmaster when I was doing a Masters at the School of Education at Bangor University. It was known that I had enjoyed his lecture, found him interesting and the Gwerin overheard me asking him if I could visit his school and they heard him saying that he’d be delighted… Gwerin also knew that for one of my projects I had interviewed lots of parents who had nothing positive to say at all about SEN provision for their autistic children as provided by Gwynedd Education Authority. I wonder???

Gwerin, do you not understand that no matter how much difficulty you caused for that man, the real losers were the children who lost the one Head who might have known how to make disabled kids comfortable at school? I found it very hard to ascertain what the truth actually was as the shit flew back and forth; did that Head ever do things that he should not have done? Or was he, like me and so many others, the victim of a witch hunt? Are you surprised that no-one will work in north Wales? What is certain is that a gang of sex offenders have dominated the region for decades and it is highly likely that should one cross their path one will find oneself under attack and no-one will ever be able to work out what the hell the truth is.

Denbighshire County Council and their Education Authority were in deep, deep trouble at the time, money disappeared from coffers and there was a spate of resignations. What was known was that the ‘services’ were, as is traditional in Denbighshire, a joke.

 

Perhaps Dinah Murray, daughter of one of the Westminster Swingers who protected Dafydd and Gwynne, might know what the bunfight in Denbighshire was all about.

Others on the National Autism Strategy Board include:

Drummond Bone. Drummond Bone is Master of Balliol College and Chair of the Arts and Humanities Research Council. He taught English and Comparative Literature at the University of Warwick, before returning to Glasgow where he became Professor of English Literature, Dean of the Faculty of Arts, and Senior Vice-Principal. He was then successively Principal of Royal Holloway and Bedford New College and Vice-Chancellor of the University of Liverpool. He has been involved in business and University interaction and in economic regeneration as a member of the CBI’s Science and Innovation Committee, as Chair of the Northern Innovation and Industry Group, and as Chair of the Liverpool ‘European Capital of Culture’ Company. From 2008 to 2011 he was a consultant on internationalisation to universities in the UK and overseas. He chairs the i-Graduate Group and within that the Observatory on Borderless Education. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh.

I and my friends derived great entertainment from Drummond when he was VC of Liverpool University. Drummond drives racing cars, is a friend of Miranda and was constantly the subject of flattering profile articles in the ‘Times Higher Education Supplement’ and ‘The Guardian’. We knew someone who worked at Liverpool who told us that things were not quite as Drummond would have us all believe.

Here’s Drummond, the Rock Star among Vice Chancellors:

With Drummond as VC and Dr Death as Chancellor, what could ever have gone wrong at Liverpool University? Meanwhile Liverpool’s finest alumni/affiliates Dafydd and Prof Robert Owen were causing ructions in north Wales and in 2008 their colleagues at the Walton Centre managed to kill Merfyn’s wife.

Never mind, here’s another article about Drummond zooming around in his racing cars and how Liverpool was where it was all at.

Surprise, Surprise!

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Here’s another Liver Bird, whom Drummond probably knows quite well:

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Richard Horton. Richard Horton is Editor-in-Chief of The Lancet. He was the first President of the World Association of Medical Editors and a Past-President of the US Council of Science Editors. He is an honorary professor at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine and the University of Oslo and has honorary doctorates in medicine from the University of Birmingham and the Universities of Umea and Gothenburg, Sweden. In 2011, he was appointed co-chair of the UN’s independent Expert Review Group on Information and Accountability for Women’s and Children’s Health. He is a Senior Associate of the Nuffield Trust. Richard received the Edinburgh medal in 2007 and the Dean’s medal from Johns Hopkins School of Public Health in 2009. He has a strong interest in global health and medicine’s contribution to our wider culture. In 2011, he was elected a Foreign Associate of the US Institute of Medicine.

Martin Knapp. Martin Knapp is Professor of Social Policy and Director of the Personal Social Services Research Unit (PSSRU) at the London School of Economics and Political Science (LSE), and Director of the NIHR School for Social Care Research. His current research emphases are primarily dementia, child and adult mental health, autism and long-term social care. Much of his work has an economic focus. His work has had numerous impacts on policy and practice in these areas. 

Bridget Ogilvie. Bridget Ogilvie spent 20 years as a research scientist studying the immune response to infection mostly at the UK National Institute for Medical Research, then worked for the Wellcome Trust for 19 years, finally as its Director 1991-1998. The Wellcome Trust had a particular interest in mental disorders/ diseases at that time because the general public donates so little money to these conditions. Since then, she has led a non-executive career including Directorships of AstraZeneca and Lloyds TSB and involvement with many charities such as Autistica. She was Chair of the Association of Medical Research Charities and the Lister Institute and currently deputy chair of Sense about Science. She is particularly well known for her lifetime commitment to public engagement with science. 

Ian Ragan. Ian Ragan is a neuropharmacologist and an independent consultant in the biomedical sector, focusing on project management. He spent nearly 20 years in the pharmaceutical industry, most recently with Eli Lilly as Executive Director,

Remember ladies, Lil-Lets Were Designed By A Doctor, so get out there and spend, spend, spend on overpriced, bleached consumerist products and believe that those leading the campaign to have VAT removed from Mr Ragan’s products are Empowering You. Mr Ragan is making a bomb, even when the VAT is removed!!! How about reducing the price and cutting your massive profits Mr Ragan?

Here is, of all things, a ‘teens starter pack’. Get them spending young Mr Ragan, ensure that the peer pressure is at its maximum, remember to publish as much guff as possible which while pretending to educate and of course Empower girls, actually does everything possible to convince them that periods will render them filthy, smelly, prey to raging hormones and temporary insanity:

Lil-Lets Teens Starter Pack by Lil-Lets

Good to see that pink ribbon attached to the zip Mr Ragan, just to emphasise that this Empowering Product is for girls!

Period Poverty? It could be limited overnight if Mr Ragan reduced his prices.

Neuroscience Research, Europe, and Executive Director, European Scientific Affairs. As such he was Chair of the R&D Committee of the Association of the British Pharmaceutical Industry, and a founding member of the Research Directors’ Group of the European Federation of Pharmaceutical Industries and Associations (EFPIA) where he was deeply involved in the creation of the Innovative Medicines Initiative. He was for several years Executive Director of the European Brain Council campaigning for increased investment into research on brain disorders. He has been a trustee of Autistica and has undertaken project work for the National Autistic Society on accreditation of service provision in ASD.

How did Mr Ragan build up any expertise in neuroscience by flogging Lil-lets for 20 years?

Stephanie Shirley. Stephanie Shirley was a computing pioneer who set up an early software house in 1962. Her long commitment to ASD stems from her late son, Giles, who had regressive, indeed aggressive, autism. She served as a trustee of the National Alliance for Autism Research in the US and, through The Shirley Foundation, founded and took into sustainability the Kingwood Trust support service, Prior’s Court residential school for pupils with autism, including a Young Adult Centre, Autism Cymru which succeeded in getting a national strategy for autism implemented in Wales, and Autistica which funds autism research in the UK. She has contributed to some 100 autism projects, mainly in the UK, at a total cost exceeding £50m, and she has made charitable donations of more than £65m in total. A founder member of the National Autistic Society, she is a Champion of the Autism Alliance and received the Research Advocate Award at the International Meeting for Autism Research in 2013. 

Emily Simonoff. Emily Simonoff is Professor of Child and Adolescent Psychiatry at the Institute of Psychiatry, King’s College London.

A graduate of the Institute of Psychiatry:

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Her clinical and research work focus on neurodevelopmental disorders, including autism, ADHD and intellectual disability. She has been a panel member for 2 NICE guidelines and her research is cited in 4 guidelines. Much of her recent work has focused on the identification and treatment of additional mental problems in people with autism. She has worked with the National Autistic Society on their campaigns including, “You Need to Know” and she is on the Scientific Advisory Board of Autistica. 

Elizabeth Vallance. Elizabeth Vallance taught political philosophy at Queen Mary College, London University, where she was Head of the Department of Politics, Reader in Government and Politics and Visiting Professor and is now a Fellow. She is a Sloan Fellow of the London Business School and an Honorary Fellow of the Institute of Education (of which she was Chairman from 2001-10). She was Chairman of St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust, a member of the Council of St George’s Hospital Medical School and subsequently Chair of the Ministerial Advisory Committee on Clinical Excellence Awards.

‘Nuff said. St George’s ended up in special measures.

She has been Vice-Chairman of The Health Foundation and a member of the boards of the Medical Protection Society,

I get the picture Elizabeth. Is that not a conflict of interest for someone who seeks to improve matters for people with autism, some of whom are being abused and are even dying in ‘units’ such as Winterbourne View or Whorlton Hall as exposed on TV?

Aviva plc, Norwich Union plc and HMV Group. She is currently Chair both of I CAN, the children’s communication charity and of The Centre for Mental Health.

Elizabeth Vallance:

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His Master’s Voice:

Since 1967, Elizabeth has been married to Lord Iain Vallance.

The Lord Vallance of Tummel
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Member of the House of Lords
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Political party Liberal Democrats

Iain David Thomas Vallance, Baron Vallance of Tummel (born 20 May 1943) is a Lib Dem politician. Vallance was educated at the Edinburgh Academy, Dulwich College and the Glasgow Academy. In 1965 Vallance graduated from Brasenose College, Oxford. In 1963, Jeffrey Archer enrolled at the Oxford University Dept of Continuing Education for a Diploma in Education and became a member of Brasenose College. There were allegations that Tuppence lied about his qualifications to gain entrance to Brasenose, but as with everything Tuppence, it was robustly denied although Tuppence never managed to provide evidence that he had not told porkies. See my post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’ for further details of Tuppence and Lady Mary and the ways in which their paths have crossed with those of the Gang’s network.

In 1972, Iain Vallance graduated from the London Business School with a Masters in Business Admin. Vallance worked for the Post Office, 1966-81, including as Director of Central Finance, 1976-78, as Director of Telecommunications Finance, 1978-79 and as Director of the Materials Department, 1979-81. In 1981 Vallance moved to the soon to be privatised British Telecommunications, for which he worked until 2002. After a period in finance, Vallance became Chief of Operations in 1985 and Chief Exec, 1986-95, then Chairman from 1987 until, with many investors calling for his head on a plate, his resignation as Chairman in 2001. Vallance finally served as President Emeritus of BT, 2001-02.

In 1999 Iain Vallance made a speech to the Telecoms Managers Association, which led to him being called the lollipop man:

Iain Vallance: When it comes to the mass deployment of new technology across our network, BT has the unenviable task of the lollipop man. His job is to restrain the over-exuberant children from dashing across the road at will, and to ensure that the crossing is made safely and in an orderly fashion.

In 1995 Vallance was a member of the Greenbury Committee which produced a report Greenbury Report at the behest of the CBI, into executive remuneration. His appointment to the Committee came despite previous controversy over his own pay at BT.

Since 2003 Vallance has been member of the Supervisory Board of Siemens.

Vallance was made a Knight Bachelor in 1994 and was created a life peer on 22 June 2004.

Vallance also received an Honorary Doctorate from  Heriot-Watt University in 1995.

  • It was in 1995 that Patient F and I accidentally discovered that the senior managers of the NHS in north Wales, including the CEO of Gwynedd Community Health Trust John Mullen, had a ‘special arrangement’ with BT. The Special Arrangement meant that the senior managers could ring BT’s sales dept and order anything at all and charge it to the NHS without being invoiced or providing ID or order numbers, a signature or indeed any of the usual formalities. All one had to do was tell BT that this was ‘on the Special Arrangement’ and the goods would be provided. As usual, it was Brown who explained that this Special Arrangement will have meant that NHS senior managers were having their home BT services charged to the NHS and that if they had a Special Arrangement with BT, they’ll have had a Special Arrangement with other people as well and were no doubt buying cars, carpets, electrical goods, furniture etc and charging them to the NHS.
  • At the time of the Special Arrangement, the Chairman of the Gwynedd Community Health Trust was the crooked Freemason who lived in Blaenau Ffestiniog, Hefin Davies. Hefin was/is a Director of a number of slate companies. Which might explain why I was told by a neighbour in Rachub in the 1990s that when three senior managers of Penrhyn Quarry were caught nicking tons of slate – the lorries were taking the slate out of the quarry without going over the weighbridge, it was a really big swindle – two were up in Court but the third, Geoff Drake, not only was never charged but then was offered a ‘seat on the Board at Ysbyty Gwynedd’. My neighbour couldn’t understand it. I could. See previous posts for info re Hefin and his consulting of NHS and Welsh Office lawyers asking them to prosecute me for anything, anything at all, they had to find something to prosecute me for. In Jan/Feb/March of 1995…

This was the Welsh Secretary at the time:

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  • Thieves, fraudsters, perjurers, liars, abusers…
  • Anne Beynon was Director of BT Wales for a long while. Anne is a graduate of UCNW and sat on the University Council for years. Anne is married to Leighton Andrews, the former Welsh Gov’t Education Minister. Anne and Leighton graduated from UCNW in the 1970s when the Gang ran the institution. Leighton used to make very entertaining speeches which I always appreciated and wasn’t afraid to say that the governance of Wales’s HE was mediocre and that University Governors in Wales were nothing more than a load of old farts who were related to/friends with the right people. As was Leighton’s wife, but Leighton avoided mentioning that. See previous posts.

Here is a BBC News piece from 26 April 2001:

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Sir Christopher Bland is to take over at British Telecom

Sir Iain Vallance has resigned as chairman of British Telecom and will be replaced by Sir Christopher Bland, the chairman of the BBC. Many investors had been calling for both Sir Iain and chief executive Sir Peter Bonfield to resign, following the plunge of BT’s share price by more than 60% during the past 16 months, and the company’s massive debt problems.

The news was not met with approval by the financial markets, though. BT’s share price at first rose sharply, only to fall back again in later trading. The shares closed down 30p at 550p. One reason for the slide in the share price were reports that Sir Iain’s resignation had paved the way for a “rights issue”, worth a record-breaking £5bn ($7.2bn), according to the news agency Reuters. This means that BT will issue new shares and use the money to cuts its staggering debt burden. Analysts also expect the company to cut the dividend it pays out to shareholders. Both moves are certain to drive down the value of BT shares.

Vallance as ‘president emeritus’

The surprise announcement came in the morning on BBC Radio 4’s Today programme. “I will resign from the board,” Sir Iain confirmed, although he stressed that he would not leave BT completely – the company has offered him a role as “president emeritus”. “With all the media stuff, I was thinking to myself it’s something I’ve wanted to do for some years and by staying on as president emeritus my experience will be available to Sir Christopher.”

Sir Iain will step down on 1 May after 12 years in the role and after a 35-year career with the company. He was due to depart in July 2002 and attention will now turn to how long chief executive Sir Peter Bonfield will remain at the helm. Asked if he would keep Sir Peter as chief executive, Sir Christopher Bland said “the relationship is something we’ll have to work at”.

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Sir Iain Vallance had been under pressure to resign.

Sir Christopher told BBC News Online that he was very sorry to be leaving the BBC after having a “terrific” time, but that he was looking forward to dealing with the challenges facing the UK’s largest telecoms company. Sir Iain’s resignation follows a board meeting on Tuesday, where the company was again considering its options for tackling its debt crisis.

BT’s troubles

Sir Iain’s departure from BT comes as the company struggles to cope with a £30bn debt mountain. Its financial difficulties partly stem from spending £10bn on acquiring next generation mobile phone licences in the UK and Germany. BT has promised shareholders to wipe £10bn off its debt by the end of this year – and needs to do so quickly in order to satisfy credit rating agencies. The detail of how the company intends to reduce its debt will be revealed when it reports its annual results on 17 May.

Investor revolt

With the telecoms sector under increasing pressure, the state of BT’s balance sheet has become the overriding concern for investors. And weary BT shareholders have seen the company’s share price slump from a peak of £15.13 last year to just £5.80 at the start of trading on Thursday. BT’s troubles are not all home grown. The company’s fall from grace has coincided with wider stock market gloom, which saw leading shares in the US and the UK fall heavily since March 2000. Amongst the hardest hit have been former state phone monopolies who, in virtually every western European country, have seen similar plunges to BT in their share prices.

Conflict of interest

Sir Christopher is the current chairman of the BBC board of governors and will continue in this role until a suitable replacement can be found. Sir Christopher said there would be no conflict of interest between the jobs. As BBC chairman he said he had no influence on the corporation’s journalistic output and would continue to guarantee editorial independence.

UK Prime Minister Tony Blair and Culture Secretary Chris Smith are reported to be happy with Sir Christopher continuing his role at the BBC when he takes up the BT appointment. The government on Wednesday appointed Sir Iain as a deputy chairman of the Financial Reporting Council.

Sir Iain is also the current president of the Confederation of British Industry.

 

Iain Vallance was rewarded for outstanding performance then.

I have blogged about Iain and Elizabeth Vallance previously and speculated that Patrick Vallance, who trained and worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School and who knew me when I was there and who last year was appointed the Gov’ts Chief Scientific Officer and then became Sir Patrick, might have been something to do with them. I have however found out that Patrick is not their son, but perhaps he is related in some other way.

Christopher Bland was appointed Chairman of BT in April 2001 – one month before I finished teacher training at Bangor University – when the plot to fit me up re false allegations and get me out of teaching was already underway…

Merfyn Jones served as Guv’nor of the BBC, 2003-06. Merfyn was appointed VC in 2004, but was acting VC from 2003 and was effectively running the University before that because of the then VC Roy Evans’ ill health. The Gwerin in the School of Education particularly hated Merfyn.

 

Because we were under surveillance, the security services knew that F and I had found out about the BT swindles by senior managers of the NHS in Gwynedd. They also knew that Brown told us how big and serious the swindle was.

Christopher Bland and his son Archie have been the subject of previous posts, but I’ll revisit them again now.

Sir Francis Christopher Buchan Bland (29 May 1938-28 January 2017) was Deputy Chairman of ITA (renamed IBA), 1972-80; appointed Chairman of  LWT in 1984 – Mandy worked for LWT and was mates with Bland – and of the BBC, 1996-2001. He took up the position as Chairman of BT in 2001. Bland left his position with BT in September 2007. Before leaving BT, he became Chairman of the Royal Shakespeare Company, in 2004.

Bland held many concurrent chairmanships and directorships, including chairman of Century Hutchinson Group (1984), the Edinburgh-based Canongate Publishing, the National Freight Corporation, (NFC PLC) (1994), and Life Sciences International PLC (1987) and Directorship of National Provident (1978) and Storehouse PLC (1988) among others.

Bland had a long-standing interest in the cultivation of wine and in 1995 bought a 19th-century house with a large wine cellar containing alcoves to accommodate 1,000 bottles of Bordeaux, 100 bottles of Champagne, and 120 bins of white Burgundy. Two years later, he bought a small vineyard next to his home in Gascony in France, producing about 1,000 litres of wine a year. Bland was Chairman of Leiths School of Food and Wine, which he bought jointly with Caroline Waldegrave in 1994.

William Waldegrave was Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92 and for Agriculture, 1994-95. The Waldegrave’s family seat is in Somerset. Waldegrave was a Director of Coutts, one of who’s customers supplied some of the money to the person in Somerset who became flush when the Gang were after me in the late 1980s/1990s. See eg. ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’.

Waldegrave’s sister Lady Susan Hussey was married to Marmaduke, Thatch’s hatchet Chairman at the BBC. Susan Hussey was/is a Lady-in-Waiting to Lilibet and is godmother to Prince William. See previous posts for info on the Waldegraves/Husseys.

 

Christopher Bland was born in Japan, where he lived for his first two years. His father worked for Shell and moved around the world; Bland and his younger brother were largely brought up by relatives in Northern Ireland.

Sir William Asscher, the Grand Facilitator of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, had a father who worked for Shell. Asscher was turned down for every medical school until his dad had a word with a friend at the London Hospital and they ensured that Asscher was offered a place. I’m fairly sure that Sir Henry Tizard and his son Peter, a London paediatrician, were the clue to Asscher’s success at the London Hospital. See previous posts.

Bland was educated at Sedbergh School, and Queen’s College, Oxford. Bland was at Queen’s College at about the same time as, or very shortly after, Ioan Bowen Rees was a student there. While Bland was at Oxford he was a member of the Irish Olympic fencing team in 1960; he captained the Oxford University Fencing and Modern Pentathlon teams. Bland spent his National Service with the 5th Royal Inniskilling Dragoon Guards and afterwards became involved in Tory Party politics.

Together with Christopher Brocklebank-Fowler Christopher Bland wrote a pamphlet in 1964 on immigration, urging fewer controls over entry and more effort to integrate immigrant communities. He worked as a management consultant with Booz Allen Hamilton.

Bland served as a member of the GLC for  Lewisham, 1967-70 and became Chairman of the Schools Committee of ILEA. The GLC and ILEA were on board with Dafydd, Gwynne, John Allen, Ioan etc, sending numerous kids to children’s homes in north Wales. See previous posts.

Bland was elected Chairman of the Bow Group think tank on 10 April 1969 to 1970 and also edited its magazine Crossbow.

Bland ran the construction and engineering firm Beyer Peacock and printers Sir Joseph Causton & Sons. Bland was critical of changes made by Thatch to Conservative Central Office staff shortly after her election as Leader in 1975. In 1976, Bland put his name to a supporting statement issued by the National Campaign for Electoral Reform.

In 1981, Bland married Jennifer Mary Denise May, now known as Lady Bland (from 1963 to 1981 Jennifer was married to Viscount Enfield aka 8th Earl of Strafford, when she was titled Lady Enfield) and the daughter of William May, the former Ulster Unionist Party MP for the Ards constituency in County Down, 1949-62 and Minister of Education for N Ireland, 1957-62. May would known about Kincora if the VIP ring at Kincora was in existence in May’s time. William May died on 2 March 1962. J.E. Daniel, Gang member and father of the corrupt Judge Huw Daniel, was killed in a car accident in Flintshire on 11 Feb 1962 at the age of 59. J.E. Daniel was an early member of Plaid, along with Saunders Lewis, Ambrose Bebb et al and of course Dafydd. Saunders Lewis made his radio broadcast ‘Tynged yr Iaith’ on Feb 13 1962. Dafydd was at his side, recording the lecture. See ‘Tan yn Llyn’.

No wonder the Gang give Huw Daniel orders and he follows them. Fings Break.

The Bland family, consisting of the couple, their son, Archie Bland, and four stepchildren, lived at Abbots Worthy House, the home of Lady Bland and her former husband, later the Earl of Strafford, in the village of Abbots Worthy in Hampshire with a London flat in Catherine Place, near St James’s Park moving their main residence to Blissamore Hall  near Andover also in Hampshire), in 1998.

Lord Denning and his brother Sir Norman Denning, for many years the most senior figure in Naval Intelligence, in the UK both lived in the Whitchurch/Overton area of Hampshire, the village in which they grew up. The Dennings concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring throughout their entire lives and the associated serious crime. See previous posts.Hampshire hosted many other people who did the same, because of its proximity to Navy HQ at Portsmouth. Southampton Medical School was a hotspot for the same reason (see ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). Fergie’s dad the massage parlour frequenting Major Ron farmed in Hampshire… I used to know someone who told me that Major Ron was known to have a taste for underage girls and this was so well known that one day this person and her pals all turned up to a polo match where Major Ron was playing a leading role wearing badges saying ‘Major Ron’s Kiddie Sex Club’ and no-one dared say a thing to them… See previous posts for info on the Fergie family, including the death of Fergie’s mum, Susan Barrantes, in that car crash in Argentina on 19 Sept 1998, mid-way through the Waterhouse Inquiry.

From 1 January 1982, Christopher Bland joined the board of LWT (Holdings) and on 1 January 1984 succeeded John Freeman as Chairman of the main board of LWT.

Bland was also a Director of ITN and GMTV, and Chairman of Century Hutchinson, then an LWT subsidiary. When, after the 1993 franchise renewal, LWT was taken over by Granada in a hotly contested hostile bid, Bland became a millionaire. See previous posts.

From 1982 to 1994, Bland was Chairman of the Hammersmith and Queen Charlotte’s Hospitals NHS Special Health Authority subsequently chairing Hammersmith Hospitals NHS Trust, including Charing Cross Hospital, 1994-February 1997.

Bland was in post when I was at Hammersmith Hospital, 1986-87 witnessing the wrongdoing on the part of Dafydd’s mates there… Charing Cross Hospital hosted the notorious Gender Identity clinic where for years patients were treated appallingly by some truly bizarre Top Docs with peculiar notions of appropriate female behaviour. The patients began voting with their feet and going abroad when that became an option. Charing Cross then became very much more accommodating, so much so that they began approving gender change surgery for anyone with the dosh to pay for it. At least one of the Charing Cross patients was butchered so badly re surgery that it nearly killed them but no Top Doc was ever held to account. See ‘R.I.P. Julia Grant and Many More’.

Dame Josephine Barnes was the obstetrician/gynaecologist who ruled the roost at Charing Cross for many years. Dame Josephine was married to Sir Brian Warren, Ted Heath’s close friend and personal physician and both the Dame and Sir Brian were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See eg. ‘Uncle Harry’s Friends…’

Bland was knighted for his NHS work in 1993, the year that I was convicted of staring at social worker Jackie Brandt in Safeways although her statement had accused me of rather more serious offences.

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Bland was Chairman of the RSC, 2004–11, during which time the Royal Shakespeare Theatre in Stratford upon Avon was rebuilt at a cost of around £113 million. Bland held other public sector roles: as Chairman of the Private Finance Panel 1995-96 and as a member of the Prime Minister’s Advisory Panel on the Citizen’s Charter. I remember it well! The Empowered Service Users got hold of the Citizen’s Charter re the NHS and we howled with laughter at the gulf between what we were told we could expect as citizens and the way in which Alun Davies just insulted us whenever we tried to raise concerns or bellowed that he would have us arrested. It was during the Citizen’s Charter farce that F and I found out about the swindle that the senior NHS managers in Gwynedd were running with BT.

Bland was a senior adviser at Warburg Pincus (a private equity firm).

Bland was the father of print journalist and former Deputy Editor of the Indie, Archie Bland, and from 1981 became stepfather to four children, who include the author Lady Georgia Byng, and the Managing Director of the Edinburgh-based publishing house Canongate Books, Jamie Byng, following Bland’s wife’s earlier marriage to Viscount Enfield (1963–1981).

Bland’s death was announced by his son Archie on Twitter on 28 January 2017. He had been suffering from prostate cancer. Sir Christopher had obviously Not Attended For Screening.

Sir Peter Bonfield was Chief Exec of BT when Alun Davies’s colleagues (and probably Davies as well) were working their huge fiddle with BT. Sir Peter Leahy Bonfield (born 3 June 1944) has led a number of companies in the fields of electronics, computers and communications. He probably listened to that phone call that F made when F found out about the BT fiddle. Currently a director of several companies in the USA, Europe and the Far East, Sir Peter was formerly Chief Executive of ICL and more recently of BT Group. He is a Fellow of the Royal Academy of Engineering, the Institution of Engineering and Technology, the British Computer Society, the Chartered Institute of Marketing, the Marketing Society and the Royal Society of Arts. Bonfield is a Liveryman of The Worshipful Company of Information Technologists, Freeman of the City of London, Honorary Citizen of Dallas, Texas and Member of The Pilgrims of Great Britain.

The third son of an engineer and his Welsh wife – bechod, he married a lovely little Welsh girl, Dafydd would be delighted to hear it!! – Bonfield was brought up in Baldock, Hertfordshire and educated at Hitchin Boys’ Grammar School. Bonfield graduated from Loughborough University. Loughborough, like Leicester University, concealed the Leicestershire ring. See previous posts.

Peter Bonfield began his career with the United States company Texas Instruments, in their Bedford (England) semiconductor plant, where he held various design, manufacturing and management roles. In 1984, on its takeover by STC plc, Bonfield was appointed Chairman and managing director of ICL plc. He remained as Chief Executive of International Computers Limited until the end of 1995, seeing the company through a period when STC sold most of its stake in the company to Fujitsu.

In 1996 Bonfield was appointed CEO and Chairman of the Executive Committee of British Telecommunications plc, where he served until early 2002. During Bonfield’s tenure the share price went from £4 to £15, and back again to £5. Bonfield’s salary to 31 March 2001, was a basic of £780,000 (increasing to £820,000) plus a £481,000 bonus and £50,000 of other benefits including pension. He also received a deferred bonus, payable in shares in three years’ time, of £481,00 and additional bonuses of £3.3 million. So Bonfield did nearly as well out of BT as the senior managers of the NHS in Gwynedd did.

Special Arrangement Sir?

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Dim problem! Mind how you go Sir!

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Anyone for the Citizen’s Charter?

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The Finger Points At You!

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Dr Peter Higson was the regional manager for NHS mental health services in north Wales when BT had the Special Arrangement with them.

Earlier this year Peter was appointed as a member of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority. See previous post.

Peter’s sister is Dr Ruth Hussey. I would love to know if Ruth married a relative of Marmaduke and Lady Susan, perhaps readers could let me know if she did. Ruth was Chief Medical Officer for Wales, 2012-March 2016 and as such was named as a Role Model for Wimmin. Ruth and Peter were born and brought up near Llanwrst, in the hub of north Welsh Freemasonry and the Gang. Ruth, like Dafydd, qualified as a Top Doc from Liverpool University. Ruth Hussey was a previous Committee Member and is an Honorary Life Member of the Liverpool Medical Students Society. Ruth was previously Regional Director of Public Health and Senior Medical Director at NHS North West. She also served a stint at the Dept of Health in Whitehall. They only take the best there!

Meet Keith Best, barrister, former MP for Anglesey and Welsh Office Minister who concealed the crimes of the Gang when Ruth’s brother Peter was managing the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. See eg. ‘The Cradle Of Filth’.

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Ruth Hussey was appointed Companion of the Order of the Bath (CB) in the 2016 New Year Honours. Lilibet knows how to pick ’em!

In 2017-2018, Hussey chaired a panel of experts that looked at ways to improve the Health and Social Care system in Wales. The panel proposed far reaching changes to the system, which Hussey said was in need of a ‘revolution’. The revolution needed is the removal of Ruth and her extended circle of family and friends from all positions of responsibility.

See previous posts eg. ‘Topsy and Tim’ for Peter and Ruth’s previous.

When BT had the Special Arrangement with the NHS in Gwynedd, Virginia was Health Secretary and The Hague was Secretary of State for Wales.

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Peter Bonfield is presently Chairman of NXP Semiconductors (The Netherlands), Chair of Council and Senior Pro-Chancellor, Loughborough University, UK, a Director of: L.M. Ericsson (Sweden), TSMC (Taiwan), Mentor Graphics (USA), a member of The Longreach Group Advisory Board (Japan), Senior Advisor Rothschild (London) and Board Mentor CMI (Brussels), Chairman of the board East West Institute, UK, Chairman Small Business Charter, Director Global Logic Inc, USA, Member of Silent Circle Advisory Board, USA.

Previous positions of Bonfield’s include Director of Sony Corporation, Tokyo, Japan, member of New Venture Partners Advisory Board, USA, Advisor Apax Partners LLP, London, Citi International Advisory Board (USA), Director of Dubai International Capital (Dubai), a senior non-executive director of AstraZeneca Group PLC, London, Directorships at BICC plc, DESC Ltd, mm02plc, The Department of Constitutional Affairs and The Ministry of Justice, member of the Trilateral Commission, member of the Civil Service College Advisory Board, member of the High Level Working Group of the European Information Society, member of the Steering Group of the European Round Table and member of the EU-Japan Business Dialogue Round Table.

Re matters autism and Dafydd’s friends: the blockbuster ‘Rain Man’ was released in 1988 and involved Stephen Spielberg. Since then Dafydd’s mates have done very well Researching Autism and expanding the category to include very many people. They’ll all need an Assessment and a Care Plan! Could ‘Rain Man’ have served the same purpose as the Prize Winning psych nurse from Savile Central, Paul Sayer, who wrote ‘The Comforts Of Madness’ at about the same time, as discussed in ‘The Joys Of Propaganda’? Then there was the more recent 2003 book that took the world by storm, Mark Haddon’s ‘The Curious Incident With The Dog In The Night-Time’, which Did A Lot For Autism, just as I began my PhD.

 

Andrew Fielding Huxley was Tom Huxley’s grandson, the youngest son of Tom’s son the writer and editor Leonard Huxley by Leonard Huxley’s second wife Rosalind Bruce. Leonard was Marian Huxley’s brother, Marian who was the grandmother of Bertrand Russell’s friend Rupert Crawshay-Williams. Thus Marian was Andrew Huxley’s aunty. Leonard’s other children, Andrew’s half-brothers, were Aldous Huxley and the biologist Julian Huxley

Sir Julian Sorell Huxley (22 June 1887-14 February 1975) was Secretary of the Zoological Society of London, 1935–42, the first Director of UNESCO, a founding member of the World Wildlife Fund and the first President of the British Humanist Association.

Julian Huxley was well known for his presentation of science in books and articles, and on radio and TV. He directed an Oscar-winning wildlife film. He was awarded UNESCO’s Kalinga Prize for the popularisation of science in 1953, the Darwin Medal of the Royal Society in 1956 and the Darwin–Wallace Medal of the Linnaean Society in 1958. Julian was also knighted in 1958.

In 1959 Julian Huxley received a Special Award of the Lasker Foundation in the category Planned ParenthoodWorld Population. Huxley was a prominent member of the British Eugenics Society and was its President, 1959-62. Previous posts have mentioned many Top Docs, including those at the Maudsley who Trained Dafydd, who were active in the British Eugenics Society. Eugenics was of course in no way a minority sport until recent decades, Marie Stopes was famously a eugenicist as were many other birth control campaigners. Their enthusiasm for birth control wasn’t usually about Exploring Sexuality, it was far more often about stopping the lower orders from reproducing. The other end of the spectrum involved Top Docs assisting people in securing high quality gametes in order to produce the best offspring possible, as discussed in my post ‘The Case Of The King’s Sperm’.

Lord Robert Platt, the kidney specialist Top Doc who ruled supreme in Manchester for much of the middle of the 20th century and who had an exceedingly low opinion of psychiatrists but none the less propped Dafydd and Gwynne up, was one Top Doc who articulated his eugenicist ideals after his colleagues realised that it was wiser to keep quiet about that in public. See previous posts.

Julian Huxley was born on 22 June 1887, at the London house of his aunt, the novelist Mary Augusta Ward, while his father was attending the Jubilee celebrations of Queen Victoria. Huxley grew up at the family home in Surrey, where he was given lessons in nature/biology by his grandfather, Thomas Henry Huxley.

T. H. Huxley with Julian in 1893

At the age of thirteen Julian Huxley attended Eton. Years previously, his grandfather had influenced the school to build science laboratories. In 1905 Huxley won a scholarship to study Zoology at Balliol. In 1906, after a summer in Germany, Huxley took up his place at Oxford, graduating in 1909 and spending that July at the international gathering for the centenary of Darwin’s birth, held at Cambridge University.

While at Oxford, Julian developed a friendship with the ornithologist William Warde Fowler.

Huxley was awarded a scholarship to spend a year at the Naples Marine Biological Station where he developed his interest in developmental biology. In 1910 he was appointed as Demonstrator in the Department of Zoology and Comparative Anatomy at Oxford University and started on the systematic observation of the courtship habits of water birds. Huxley helped devise systems for the surveying and conservation of birds. Huxley’s particular interest was bird behaviour and his 1914 paper on the great crested grebe was a landmark in avian ethology.

In 1912 Huxley was asked by Edgar Odell Lovett to take the lead in setting up the new Department of Biology at the newly created Rice Institute (now Rice University) in Houston, Texas, which he accepted, planning to start the following year. Huxley made an exploratory trip to the United States in September 1912, visiting a number of leading universities as well as the Rice Institute. At T. H. Morgan‘s fly lab (Columbia University) Huxley invited H. J. Muller to join him at Rice. Muller agreed to be his deputy, hurried to complete his PhD and moved to Houston for the beginning of the 1915–1916 academic year.

Before taking up the post of Assistant Professor at the Rice Institute, Huxley spent a year in Germany preparing for his new job.  In 1913 Julian Huxley had a nervous breakdown and rested in a nursing home. His depression returned the next year and he and his brother Noel Trevennen (two years his junior) ended up in the same nursing home. Sadly, Trevennen hanged himself. As in Bertrand Russell’s family, a number of Huxleys struggled with depression and what used to be called nervous disorders. Tom Huxley’s father died in Barming Asylum and Tom’s brother George suffered; their brother James, a well known psychiatrist and Superintendent of Kent County Asylum, was at 55 “as near mad as any sane man can be”. In the next generation,Marian – who subsequently died of pneumonia in her mid-20s – also suffered.

In September 1916 Julian Huxley returned to England from Texas to assist in the war effort. He was commissioned in the Royal Army Service Corps on 25 May 1917 and was transferred to the General List, working in the British Army Intelligence Corps from 26 January 1918, first in Sussex and then in northern Italy. Huxley was advanced in grade within the Intelligence Corps on 3 May 1918, relinquished his intelligence appointment on 10 January 1919 and was demobilised five days later, retaining his rank. After the war he became a Fellow at New College, Oxford and was made Senior Demonstrator in the University Department of Zoology. New College was a recruiting ground for the British security services and they won’t have been able to have resisted Julian Huxley. Richard Crossman joined the security services when he was at New College a few years after Huxley; Crossman’s dad the High Court judge Sir Charles Stafford Crossman was also educated at New College. Herbert Albert Laurens ‘HAL’ Fisher was a New College graduate who became a don during the 1890s. Fisher was the Liberal MP for Sheffield Hallam and served as the Secretary of the Board of Education, 1916-22, in David Lloyd George’s Coalition Gov’t and was mates with the Bloomsbury Set, including those who hung out in north Wales. See previous posts eg. ‘The Vermin Club’.

In 1919 Julian Huxley married Juliette Baillot (1896–1994). Juliette was a French Swiss girl whom Huxley had met at Garsington Manor, the country house of Lady Ottoline Morrell. Ottoline was a central figure in the Bloomsbury Group and enjoyed S&M sessions with Bertrand Russell. See previous posts eg. ‘International Woman’s Day! Let’s Celebrate With Jane…’.

The newly-wed Huxleys’ life together included students, faculty wives, grebes and another depressive breakdown, a serious one. From Juliette’s autobiography Huxley’s illness seemed to have been a variant of bipolar disorder. It took a long time for Huxley to recover, but it is claimed that despite this he left a legacy of students who admired him, and who became leaders in zoology for the next three or four decades. E. B. Ford always remembered Huxley’s openness and encouragement at the start of his career.

It is fascinating reading about Huxley and his proteges, because during the decades in which they dominated zoology and evolutionary genetics, there was always much theorising yet much disagreement between them. As an undergrad I was exposed to many of the debates that had engulfed them and I was left with an impression of lots of Big Names (such as Julian Huxley) with whom the plebs were simply not allowed to disagree, yet their theories and work could be pulled apart by other Big Names. By the time that I was reading their work in the 1980s it was clear that they had got a lot of things badly wrong but dissent just had not been tolerated. Then it had become clear that some of them had fabricated their research…

My post ‘A Trail Of Blood’ discussed some of this, including how E.B. Ford and some of his students/colleagues forged research or produced very poor quality research, yet went unchallenged for years. These were influential people who had taught and worked with some of the biologists who taught me at UCNW. ‘A Trail Of Blood’ discussed Sir Cyril Clarke, an Oundel-educated Top Doc based in Liverpool who knew Dafydd and who, as well as Top Doctoring, also researched moths and almost certainly knew Gavin Gatehouse, the PhD supervisor of my friend Anne Vernon who was killed by the Gang in April 1986. It is fairly clear from reading Clarke’s work – or indeed the lack of it in terms of raw data and evidence – that he didn’t perform much of the research that he claimed to have. Yet Clarke clocked up the awards and the honours, interestingly enough in the years after Anne’s death, at times crucial for Dafydd’s reputation. Sir Cyril Clarke and his mates had been protected from the consequences of their outrageous research fraud and malpractice by the towering figure on the Liverpool medical scene for so many years, Lord Henry Cohen aka Lord Birkenhead. Henry Cohen was at the top of the medical establishment during the middle decades of the 20th century and served as an advisor to the Minister of Health when Enoch Powell held that position. Cohen will have had much to do with Dafydd being accepted for Top Docs’ training by Liverpool University with the encouragement of the security services and Cohen will have been yet another person who ensured that Gwynne continued lobotomising and occasionally killing.

Even after Henry Cohen was dead – he died on 7 Aug 1977 –  his reputation would have needed defending, which is how I imagine such an impressive cess pool developed on Merseyside. See ‘A Trail Of Blood’.

Since beginning this post (I’ve been working on it since I initially posted it up days ago) I have received info that Clarke and Gatehouse or at least some of the zoologists at Bangor were acting as peer reviewers for each others research grant applications. Which interested me because of the way in which Anne began her PhD with Gavin Gatehouse. Anne had for ages said that she didn’t want to do a PhD because she was so worried that she wouldn’t be able to get a job afterwards. Jobs as academics in the natural sciences were becoming very hard to get in the mid-1980s and although that was obviously what Anne wanted to do, her parents in Surrey, an accountant and a teacher, were very keen for her to lead a bourgeois life on a high income, not the life of a naturalist in penury. Anne’s dad had even been sending her job adverts, there was a lot of pressure on her and she was feeling very anxious about it and this was well-known. At a time when Anne was feeling very, very desperate, she was asked, by Gavin Gatehouse, if she would like to do a PhD with him because he had just received a studentship for a project on noctuid moths (Dafydd’s mate Cyril Clarke’s sideline) and he did not have anyone interested in it. I don’t think that Gavin Gatehouse even advertised that studentship, Anne was actively sought out and asked if she wanted to take it, although she had not ever specialised in noctuid moths at any time…

 

Huxley with his two sons, Anthony and Francis.

In 1925 Julian Huxley moved to King’s College, London as Professor of Zoology, but in 1927 he resigned his Chair to work full-time with HG Wells and his son G. P. Wells on The Science of Life. For some time Huxley retained his room at King’s College and continued as Honorary Lecturer in the Zoology Department. From 1927 to 1931 he was also Fullerian Professor of Physiology at the Royal Institution, where he gave an annual lectures series. Huxley had by that time, come to the end of his life as a university academic.

In 1929, after finishing work on The Science of Life, Huxley visited East Africa to advise the Colonial Office on education in British East Africa (for the most part Kenya, Uganda and Tanganyika). Juliette wrote about Huxley falling in love with an 18-year-old American girl on board ship (when Juliette was not present) and then presented Juliette with his ideas for an open marriage: “What Julian really wanted was… a definite freedom from the conventional bonds of marriage.” The couple separated for a while; Julian travelled to the US, hoping to land a suitable appointment and, in due course, to marry Miss Weldmeier. He left no account of what transpired, but he was evidently not successful and returned to England to resume his marriage in 1931.

As the 1930s started, Huxley travelled widely and took part in a variety of activities which were partly scientific and partly political. In 1931 Huxley visited the USSR at the invitation of Intourist, where initially he admired the results of social and economic planning on a large scale. Later, back in the United Kingdom, he became a founding member of the think tank Political and Economic Planning.

In the 1930s Huxley visited Kenya and other East African countries to see the conservation work, including the creation of national parks in the few areas that remained uninhabited due to malaria. From 1933 to 1938 Huxley was a member of the Committee for Lord Hailey’s African Survey.

Huxley lights a cigarette under his grandfather’s portrait, c.1935.

In 1935 Huxley was appointed secretary to the Zoological Society of London, and spent much of the next seven years running the society and its zoological gardens, the London Zoo and Whipsnade Park, alongside his writing and research. There was much dissatisfaction with Huxley’s performance in that role. Huxley was not a skilled administrator; his wife said “He was impatient… and lacked tact”.

Previous posts have discussed Ronnie Waterhouse’s role as a Trustee/Director of the London Zoo and the research that St George’s were carrying out with the London Zoo when I worked there. Very cruel research that caught the attention of the media, so St George’s and London Zoo simply issued a press release stating that the research had stopped although I had not. The St George’s researcher involved was a friend of Virginia McKenna’s family, Virginia of the ‘Born Free’ foundation… See previous posts.

In 1941 Julian Huxley was invited to the United States on a lecturing tour, and generated some controversy by saying that he thought the United States should join WW II: a few weeks later came the attack on Pearl Harbour. When the US joined the war, Huxley found it difficult to get a passage back to the UK and his lecture tour was extended. The Council of the Zoological Society, unhappy with their Secretary, used this as an opportunity to remove Huxley. This they did by abolishing his post “to save expenses”. Since Huxley had taken a half-salary cut at the start of the war and no salary at all whilst he was in America, the Council’s action was widely read as a personal attack on Huxley. A public controversy ensued, but eventually the Council got its way.

In 1943 Huxley was asked by the British Gov’t to join the Colonial Commission on Higher Education. The Commission’s remit was to survey the West African Commonwealth countries for suitable locations for the creation of universities. There Huxley contracted a disease, went down with hepatitis and had a serious mental breakdown. He was completely disabled, treated with ECT and took a full year to recover. He was 55.

Huxley got involved in the creation of the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO), and became the organization’s first Director-General in 1946. His term of office, six years in the Charter, was cut down to two years at the behest of the American delegation. It is likely that Huxley’s left-wing tendencies and humanism were likely factors. There were many conservative opponents of his scientific humanism. Huxley’s idea of restraining population growth with birth control was anathema to both the Catholic Church and the Comintern/Cominform.

Huxley’s internationalist and conservation interests also led him, with Victor Stolan, Sir Peter Scott, Max Nicholson and Guy Mountfort, to set up the WWF (World Wide Fund for Nature under its former name of the World Wildlife Fund). Previous posts have discussed the many links with the Gang that the WWF had/has; Phil the Greek was their Patron for years. Peter Scott was one of the Oundle old boys and served as Chancellor of Birmingham University when Bluglass et al ran the institution.

Another post-war activity was Huxley’s attack on the Soviet politico-scientist Trofim Lysenko, who had espoused Lamarckian theories, made unscientific pronouncements on agriculture, used his influence to destroy classical genetics in Russia and to move genuine scientists from their posts. In 1940, the leading botanical geneticist Nikolai Vavilov was arrested, and Lysenko replaced him as Director of the Institute of Genetics. In 1941, Vavilov was tried, found guilty of ‘sabotage’ and sentenced to death. Reprieved, he died in jail of malnutrition in 1943. Lysenko’s machinations were the cause of his arrest. Lysenkoism not only denied proven genetic facts, it stopped the artificial selection of crops on Darwinian principles and this may have contributed to the regular famines that resulted from the Soviet agricultural system. Huxley, who had twice visited the Soviet Union, was originally not anti-communist, but the ruthless adoption of Lysenkoism by Joseph Stalin ended his tolerant attitude. Lysenko ended his days in a Soviet mental hospital and Vavilov’s reputation was posthumously restored in 1955.

In the 1950s Huxley played a role in bringing to English speakers the work of the French Jesuit palaeontologist Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, whom he believed had been unfairly treated by the Catholic and Jesuit hierarchy. Both men believed in evolution, but differed in that de Chardin was a Christian, whilst Huxley was a non-believer. Huxley wrote the foreword to The Phenomenon of Man (1959) and was bitterly attacked by his rationalist friends for doing so.

In addition to his international and humanist concerns, Huxley’s research interests covered evolution in all its aspects, ethology, embryology, genetics, anthropology and to some extent the infant field of cell biology. Julian’s eminence as an advocate for evolution and especially his contribution to the modern evolutionary synthesis, led to his awards of the Darwin Medal of the Royal Society in 1956 and the Darwin–Wallace Medal of the Linnaean Society in 1958.

Huxley was a friend and mentor of the biologists and Nobel laureates Konrad Lorenz and Niko Tinbergen, (see previous posts for discussion of those in the Gang’s support network who tried to apply Lorenz and Tinbergen’s work to human beings) and taught and encouraged many others. Huxley’s interest in progress and evolutionary humanism runs through much of his published work. He was one of the signers of the Humanist Manifesto.

Huxley and the biologist August Weismann insisted that natural selection was the primary agent in evolution. Huxley was a major player in the mid-20th century modern evolutionary synthesis and was a prominent populariser of biological science to the general public.

  • In the early 20th century Huxley was one of the minority of biologists who believed that natural selection was the main driving force of evolution and that evolution occurred by small steps.
  • Although Huxley’s time as an academic was quite brief, he taught and encouraged a number of evolutionary biologists at the University of Oxford in the 1920s. Charles Elton (an ecologist), Alister Hardy (a marine biologist) and John Baker (a cytologist) all became highly successful and Baker eventually wrote Huxley’s Royal Society obituary memoir.

The ecologists at Bangor will have known of Charles Elton and his work and Sir Alister Clavering Hardy has close links with Bangor and Wales per se. Hardy was the first Professor of Zoology at Hull University, 1928-42; Professor of Natural History at Aberdeen University, 1942-46 and Linacre Professor of Zoology at Oxford University and Fellow of Merton College, 1946-61.

In 1940, Hardy was made FRS and he was knighted in 1957.

1957: Macmillan reshuffled his Cabinet because of something Gwynne-related and Dafydd qualified as a Top Doc and headed straight for Denbigh.

Like Clough Williams-Ellis, Peter Scott, Harriet’s dad et al, Alister Hardy went to Oundle School; he was some 13 years younger than Clough. Hardy had a lifelong interest in spiritual phenomena, but was aware that his interests were likely to be considered unorthodox in the scientific community. Apart from occasional lectures Hardy kept his opinions to himself until his retirement from his Oxford Chair. During the academic sessions of 1963-4 and 1964-5, Hardy gave the Gifford Lectures at Aberdeen University on the evolution of religion, later published as The Living Stream and The Divine Flame. These lectures signalled his wholehearted return to his religious interests.

In 1969 Hardy founded the founded the Religious Experience Research Centre at Manchester College, Oxford. The Centre began its work by compiling a database of religious experiences and continues to investigate the nature and function of spiritual and religious experience. The Centre was located at Manchester College Oxford, 1969-1989 and from 1989–1999 at Westminster College, Oxford. In 2000 the Centre relocated to the University of Trinity St David at Lampeter. The Directors of the Centre are currently Greg Barker, Bettina Schmidt and Sally Wilkinson.

Bettina Schmidt used to work at the School of Theology at Bangor University and was one of those discussed in earlier posts who caused such bad feeling that an enormous sigh of relief was breathed when she left Bangor for Lampeter.

Much more interesting is the fact that Mike Jackson, a clinical psychologist who since the late 1980s has worked with the Gang in north Wales, did his PhD at Hardy’s Centre, when it was still based at Oxford. Mike used to be a neighbour of mine and he knew exactly what was happening to me and other Empowered Service Users. Mike knew about Dafydd and the trafficking ring, the research fraud, the serious abuse and neglect of Empowered Service Users and that Empowered Service Users were going to prison because Mike’s colleagues were perjuring themselves. Mike has never said a word about any of it and when he heard that my lawyers had taken possession of my medical records and I bumped into him in Morrisons, he was good enough to yell that he knew that I’d suffered but he hoped that I never won a case against the NHS.

I never understood why Mike Jackson ever went to work in north Wales. He wasn’t grossly incompetent or the child of one of the Gang so I’m intrigued as to why he ever thought that it would be a suitable habitat for him. He moved in two doors down from me a few months after I bought my house in Rachub, when I was still working at St George’s. After I began this blog, I was told that Mike was someone who had been told that a medical researcher at St George’s had found out about Gwynne and Dafydd and she was not going to keep quiet about them, so Mike assisted with the collective effort to ensure that the Gang remained in business. The Gang are of course linked to a ring in Oxford, which was facilitated by Top Docs, clin psychs etc at Oxford University. Mike arrived in Bangor in the late 1980s; in 1987, Prof Mark Williams at Bangor discovered the Miracle Of Mindfulness which eventually bagged him a Chair at Oxford. See post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’.

Mike’s wife Sonia grew up in Somerset near to where I had gone to school. Although I didn’t know her in Somerset, it is likely that Sonia knew people who knew me.

In the 1990s, Nice Young Doctor Richard Tranter arrived to join the Gang at Bangor from Oxford. Richard emigrated to New Zealand a few years ago unexpectedly. He decided to leave the UK after Brown and I began publishing about the mental health services in north Wales, after Operation Pallial was launched and just after Tony Francis killed himself. See previous posts for info on Tranter and his wife Siobhan, a Lovely Young Angel who, like her husband, was concealing abuse and criminality.

When Tony Francis died, it was noted that there were no media reports or even obituaries. It is believed that Francis hung himself but no-one knows where or who found his body. Brown remarked that Francis must have been in a terrible state because Top Docs don’t usually hang themselves; they know that it is not a nice way to go and they have access to drugs which provide an easier farewell. Loads of kids in care and Empowered Service Users in north Wales ‘hung themselves’. Some of us believe that as with all those patients of Dafydd’s on the hospital wing in Risley Remand Centre who Hung Themselves while being regularly observed by Angels (see eg. ‘Include Me Out’), many of the former kids in care and Empowered Service Users were murdered.

The other day I had a visit from someone who told me that he believed that, like Michael Mansfield’s daughter who Hung Herself not long ago, Tony Francis could well have been murdered and he asked me if I thought that Tranter had feared that he would be next and that’s why he emigrated. I have no idea, but I do definitely believe that many of the suicides in north Wales and Risley were murders. Some of the inquests have barely bothered to conjure up credible explanations for the death, it’s not as if anyone ever asks the obvious questions.

 

In 1973 Alister Hardy met with A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada and other devotees of the Hare Krishna movement and discussed Vedic literature, the divine flame and Rabindranath Tagore.

Hardy’s biological approach to the roots of religion is currently shared by a number of other researchers (cf. Scott Atran, Pascal Boyer) but unlike them Hardy did not wish to be reductionist, seeing religious awareness as having evolved in response to a genuine dimension of reality. For his work in founding the Religious Experience Research Centre, Hardy received the Templeton Prize shortly before his death. Previous posts have discussed the eccentricities of the Templeton Prize – which is worth a great deal of money – and those involved with reviewing applicants. One of them is Andrew Davidson Briggs, who holds a Chair at Oxford and is the brother of Ann Atkins, the erudite but rather condemning regular on Radio 4’s ‘Thought For the Day’. Ann Atkins is the cousin of Mr Porter, who owned and was Headmaster of Hillgrove School in Bangor, where I used to teach. Mr Porter was part of the conspiracy to level fallacious allegations against me and force me out of teaching, although he had a great deal of encouragement from the Gang. See eg. ‘Thought For The Day’…

Ann Atkins’ entire family have held positions in the Anglican Church and affiliated institutions for so long that they must have had knowledge of clerical abuse. See previous posts.

Alister Hardy was alive and kicking until 22 May 1985, so he was around to assist Gwynne with the How Very Dare You when I complained about him.

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The Gang experienced the loss of another powerful friend when Anthony Eden’s son Nicholas Eden resigned from his Ministerial job in Thatch’s Gov’t on 27 March 1985 and died from HIV/AIDS on 17 Aug 1985. See previous posts…

 

Perhaps the most significant of Julian Huxley’s proteges was Edmund Brisco Ford, – who gave rise to a number of researchers who fabricated research, as discussed in my post ‘A Trail Of Blood’ – who founded the field of ecological genetics. Another important disciple of Huxley was Gavin de Beer, who became Director of the Natural History Museum. E.B. Ford and de Beer had attended Huxley’s lectures, later became his collaborators and then leaders in the field in their own right.

  • In an era when scientists did not travel so frequently as today, Huxley was an exception; he travelled widely in Europe, Africa and the United States. Huxley was therefore able to learn from and influence other scientists, naturalists and administrators. In the US he was able to meet other evolutionists at a critical time in the reassessment of natural selection. In Africa Huxley was able to influence colonial administrators about education and wildlife conservation. In Europe, through UNESCO, he was at the centre of the post-WW II revival of education. In Russia, Huxley’s experiences were mixed. His initially favourable view was changed by his growing awareness of Stalin’s murderous repression and the Lysenko affair. There seems little evidence that Huxley had any effect on the Soviet Union and the same could be said for some other Western scientists.
  • Huxley was one of the main architects of the modern evolutionary synthesis which took place around the time of  WW II. The synthesis of genetic and population ideas produced a consensus which reigned in biology from about 1940.
  • Huxley’s first ‘trial run’ was the treatment of evolution in the Science of Life (1929–30) and in 1936 he published a long and significant paper for the British Association
  • Huxley’s book Evolution: The Modern Synthesis was written whilst he was Secretary to the Zoological Society and made use of his remarkable collection of reprints covering the first part of the century. It was published in 1942.
  • Huxley’s main co-respondents in the modern evolutionary synthesis are usually listed as Ernst Mayr, Theodosius Dobzhansky, George Gaylord Simpson, Bernhard Rensch, Ledyard Stebbins and the population geneticists J. B. S. Haldane, Ronald Fisher and Sewall Wright.
    However, at the time of Huxley’s book several of these had yet to make their distinctive contribution. Huxley, E.B. Ford and his co-workers were important; and Cyril Darlington was a notable source of facts and ideas.
  • Some of Huxley’s last contributions to the evolutionary synthesis debate were on the subject of ecological genetics and polymorphism, the field in which Sir Cyril Clarke and others who fabricated their research published. See post ‘A Trail Of Blood’.

Huxley had a close association with the British rationalist and secular humanist movements. He was an Honorary Associate of the Rationalist Press Association from 1927 until his death, and on the formation of the British Humanist Association in 1963 Huxley was appointed President, to be succeeded by AJ Ayer in 1965. Huxley was also closely involved with the International Humanist and Ethical Union. In 1962 Huxley accepted the American Humanist Association‘s annual “Humanist of the Year” award. Huxley also presided over the founding Congress of the International Humanist and Ethical Union and served with John Dewey, Albert Einstein and Thomas Mann on the founding advisory board of the First Humanist Society of New York.

Julian Huxley took interest in investigating parapsychology and spiritualism. He joined the Society for Psychical Research in 1928. After investigation, Huxley found the field to be unscientific and full of charlatans. In 1934, Huxley joined the International Institute for Psychical Research but resigned after a few months due to its members’ spiritualist bias and non-scientific approach to the subject.

After attending seances, Huxley concluded that the phenomena could be explained “either by natural causes, or, more usually by fraud”. Huxley, Harold Dearden and others were judges for a group formed by the ‘Sunday Chronicle’ to investigate the medium Harold Evans. During a séance Evans was exposed as a fraud, masquerading as a spirit in a white nightshirt.

In 1952, Huxley wrote the foreword to Donovan Rawcliffe’s The Psychology of the Occult.

Huxley was a prominent member of the British Eugenics Society, serving as Vice-President (1937–1944) and President (1959–1962). Huxley thought eugenics was important for removing undesirable variants from the human gene pool, although after WWII he believed that race was a meaningless concept in biology and its application to humans was highly inconsistent.

Huxley was an outspoken critic of the most extreme eugenicism in the 1920s and 1930s (the stimulus for which was the greater fertility of the ‘feckless’ poor compared to the ‘responsible’ prosperous classes). He was nevertheless a leading figure in the eugenics movement (see, for example, Eugenics manifesto). Huxley gave the Galton memorial lecture twice, in 1936 and 1962. In his writing he used this argument several times: no one doubts the wisdom of managing the germ plasm of agricultural stocks, so why not apply the same concept to human stocks?

Huxley was one of many intellectuals at the time who believed that the lowest class in society was genetically inferior. In this passage, from 1941, Julian Huxley investigates a hypothetical scenario where social darwinism, capitalism, nationalism and the classed society is taken for granted:

If so, then we must plan our eugenic policy along some such lines as the following:… The lowest strata, allegedly less well-endowed genetically, are reproducing relatively too fast. Therefore birth-control methods must be taught them; they must not have too easy access to relief or hospital treatment lest the removal of the last check on natural selection should make it too easy for children to be produced or to survive; long unemployment should be a ground for sterilization, or at least relief should be contingent upon no further children being brought into the world; and so on. That is to say, much of our eugenic programme will be curative and remedial merely, instead of preventive and constructive

Here, Huxley does not demean the working class in general, but aims for “the virtual elimination of the few lowest and most degenerate types”. The sentiment is not at all atypical of the time and similar views were held by many geneticists and by other prominent intellectuals. However, Huxley did advocate a completely different alternative, in which the lower classes are ensured a nutritious diet, education and facilities for recreation:

We must therefore concentrate on producing a single equalized environment; and this clearly should be one as favourable as possible to the expression of the genetic qualities that we think desirable. Equally clearly, this should include the following items. A marked raising of the standard of diet for the great majority of the population, until all should be provided both with adequate calories and adequate accessory factors; provision of facilities for healthy exercise and recreation; and upward equalization of educational opportunity. … we know from various sources that raising the standard of life among the poorest classes almost invariably results in a lowering of their fertility. In so far, therefore, as differential class-fertility exists, raising the environmental level will reduce any dysgenic effects which it may now have

Concerning a public health and racial policy in general, Huxley wrote that “…unless [civilised societies] invent and enforce adequate measures for regulating human reproduction, for controlling the quantity of population, and at least preventing the deterioration of quality of racial stock, they are doomed to decay …” and remarked how biology should be the chief tool for rendering social politics scientific.

Huxley shared the science journal Nature’s enthusiasm for birth control and ‘voluntary’ sterilization.” Huxley’s enthusiasm for centralised social and economic planning and anti-industrial values was common to leftist ideologists during the inter-war years. Towards the end of his life, Huxley himself must have recognised how unpopular these views became after the end of WW II. In the two volumes of Huxley’s autobiography, there is no mention of eugenics in the index, nor is Galton mentioned; the subject has also been omitted from many of the obituaries and biographies. An exception is the proceedings of a conference organised by the British Eugenics Society.

In response to the rise of European fascism in the 1930s, Huxley was asked to write We Europeans with the ethnologist A. C. Haddon, the zoologist Alexander Carr-Saunders and the historian of science Charles Singer. Huxley suggested the word ‘race’ be replaced with the phrase ‘ethnic group’. After WW II, he was instrumental in producing the UNESCO statement The Race Question.

Huxley won the second Anisfield-Wolf Book Award for We Europeans in 1937.

In 1957, Huxley coined the term ‘transhumanism’ for the view that humans should better themselves through science and technology, possibly including eugenics, but also through the improvement of the social environment.

In 1934 Huxley collaborated with the naturalist Ronald Lockley to create for Alexander Korda the world’s first natural history documentary The Private Life of the Gannets. Huxley and Lockley won an Oscar for the film, which was shot with the support of the Royal Navy around Grassholm off the Pembrokeshire coast. Huxley had given talks on the radio since the 1920s, followed by written versions in ‘The Listener’. In later life, Huxley became known to an even wider audience through television. In 1939 the BBC asked Huxley to be a regular on the radio programme  ‘The Brains Trust’ and in the 1950s he was a regular panelist on the BBC quiz show Animal, Vegetable, Mineral? .

In 1937 Huxley was invited to deliver the Royal Institution Christmas Lecture on Rare Animals and the Disappearance of Wild Life.

 

Julian Huxley was a friend of Bertrand Russell and Julian’s sons Anthony and Francis both knew Russell as children.

Anthony Huxley was a botanist. David Wheeler’s Indie obituary for Anthony was published on 4 January 1993:

WITH ANTHONY HUXLEY’s death the garden world has lost one of its most distinguished and knowledgeable servants, who earned his reputation more by his pen than his spade. Born in 1920, Anthony Huxley spent much of his childhood at London Zoo in Regent’s Park where his father, Sir Julian Huxley, was secretary. He was educated at Dauntsey’s School and Trinity College, Cambridge, spending 10 post-Cambridge years as a ‘boffin’ with the RAF and the Ministry of Aircraft, and a short spell with BOAC. In 1949 he began a 22-year association with the mass-selling weekly Amateur Gardening, resigning as its editor in 1971 in order to concentrate more on his own writing.

Huxley’s name is synonymous with erudition and correctness. His books reflect an unquenchable interest in travel (as much for plants as for nature) although at home he remained a devoted committee man, journalist, editor, lecturer and general horticultural factotum – talents fully recognised by the Royal Horticultural Society’s highest awards. He brought a botanist’s mind to the garden and indulged himself in the encyclopaedic world of plants. Seeking directions to his house in suburban London several years ago, I was told to ‘proceed along Villiers Avenue until you come across a front garden resembling a Douanier Rousseau painting’. There was no mistaking the jungle of tropical-looking Gunnera manicata – never commonplace inSurbiton.
 
Huxley wrote, co-wrote or compiled almost 40 books. In 1978 he published Plant and Planet, an immensely readable exposition of the botanical kingdom and its essential bearing on all human activity. This was exactly the sort of text, an equivalent perhaps to David Attenborough’s television programmes – scientific in approach yet accessible to the layman – which has done so much to highlight global problems and focus necessary attention on them. He was in the vanguard of the conservation movement, being quick, for instance, to discourage the plunder of wild bulbs in the wild. An article he wrote for an early issue of Hortus entitled ‘Leave the Trowel at Home (take camera instead)’ sounded a timely warning in theacquisitive 1980s when ‘botanical tours’ were becoming abundant: ‘Patience is what needs exercising, and it is a pity that a handful of growers, mostly cactus and orchid fanciers, should find themselves lacking in this, continuing to create a demand for plants taken from the wild.’

Wild flowers (with cacti and what we have come to call house plants) were a passion with Huxley. He enjoyed writing about them as much as he wrote about cultivated plants. With his friend Oleg Polunin he wrote Flowers of the Mediterranean (1965), with Dr William Taylor there was Flowers of Greece and the Aegean (1977), and with Paul and Jenne Davies he brought out Wild Orchids of Britain and Europe (1983).

There is no doubting that his last great publishing commission, as general editor of the massive four-volume New Royal Horticultural Society Dictionary of Gardening, sapped a great deal of Anthony’s energy during hislast illness. Although he did live to see its publication this year he made no secret of the angst its preparation caused him. Two years ago I asked him if he would write for Hortus an account of this remarkable book’s genesis. His reply, dated December 1990, says, ‘A discourse on how the job was achieved might be refreshing but probably libellous . . .’

Despite the dictionary’s flaws (he was exasperated by errors which could have been corrected), it stands as a permanent memorial to a man whose marshalling of people and plants was seemingly easy and equally efficient.

Julian’s son Francis’s obituary was published in ‘The Guardian’ on 20 Dec 2016 and was written by A. David Napier, Prof of Medical Anthropology at UCL, who completed his undergrad and postgrad degrees at Oxford:

In the early 1950s the anthropologist Francis Huxley, who has died aged 93, undertook pioneering fieldwork among the Urubu people of the Amazon basin. The resulting book, Affable Savages (1956), adopted a new, “reflexive” approach to the study of culture in which the author’s encounters with the “other” are reflected as much in personal reactions as in objective descriptions.

Francis was a pioneer of this form of anthropological writing – a style that much suited his lifelong interest in shamanism and the altered states of consciousness often experienced by religious healers. While this novelesqueway of writing was largely shunned by his contemporaries, eventually it became commonplace.

Francis was also an activist for the indigenous peoples he studied and loved. A Sunday Times article by Norman Lewis in 1969 had pointed to the killing of the native peoples of the Amazon basin and the taking of their land, prompting Francis, along with several other anthropologists and the explorer Robin Hanbury-Tenison, to found Survival International, an NGO devoted to protecting the rights of indigenous peoples worldwide. Over the years Survival International has provided a platform for exposing genocide,violence, slavery and exploitation.

Although Francis and his family were happy to allow themselves to be used to conceal such things in the UK.

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Since 1960 Robin Hanbury-Tenison has farmed over 2000 acres of hill farm on Bodmin Moor in Cornwall with sheep and cattle, diversified with Angora goats, red deer and wild boar from Russia, and later farming energy from wind, solar, water and biomass. In 1982 and 1983 Hanbury-Tenison organised Capital Radio’s Venture Days in Battersea Park. From 1995 to 1998 Hanbury-Tenison was CEO of the British Field Sports Society, now the Countryside Alliance. He organised the Countryside Rally, which brought 130,000 people to Hyde Park in July 1997, and the Countryside March when 300,000 marched through London in 1998. Previous posts have discussed how the Countryside Alliance and Countryside March  were organised and driven by people with interests in the City who promoted themselves as being concerned with Miranda and his metropolitan Gov’ts neglect of rural matters. Miranda’s administrations were clueless and uninterested in farming and the countryside but the Countryside Alliance weren’t representing those who were suffering as a result.

In 1972 Francis was a member of a four person mission sponsored by the Aborigines’ Protection Society and aided by the Brazilian Gov’t to investigate the plight of Native South American tribes. Their report, ‘Tribesof the Amazon Basin in Brazil’ (1973), identified groups threatened by Brazilian economic expansion and described the sad impact on their religious, spiritual and psychological health and wellbeing.

Born in Oxford, Francis was the son of Julian Huxley, the noted biologist and first director general of Unesco, and his Swiss wife, Juliette (nee Baillot), a writer and sculptor. He joined a remarkable dynasty that included Julian’s brother, the author Aldous Huxley, and half-brother, the physiologist and Nobel laureate Andrew Huxley. Francis was also the great-grandson of Charles Darwin’s friend Thomas Henry Huxley, and as a child knew such luminaries as Bertrand Russell and TE Lawrence.

TE Lawrence worked for British Military Intelligence. He was born in a house at Tremadog, not far from where Bertrand Russell, Sir Clough etc hung out in the Cwm Croesor area. Lawrence’s family left Tremadog when he was a young child, but no-one in north Wales ever forgot that he came from Tremadog, there is an engraving and a plaque…

Educated at Gordonstoun, the school in Moray, Scotland founded in 1934 by the educationist Kurt Hahn after he left Germany, Francis joined the Royal Navy in 1943 as assistant navigating officer on HMS Ramilles. In 1946 he went to Balliol College, Oxford, where he gained a degree in zoology, working under Peter Medawar, who regretted that Francis did not continue in that field.

In 1958, while undertaking an anthropological study of Weyburn hospital, Saskatchewan, Francis participated in Humphrey Osmond’s research on the therapeutic value of LSD for alcohol addiction. Indeed, Francis was the family’s true pioneer of the psyche, counting the radical psychoanalyst RD Laing amongst his closest friends. As director of studies at Laing’s London-based Philadelphia Association (1972-82), Francis acted as teacher, supervisor, therapist, and writer. In 1984 he returned to Oxford to give a well received lecture on Psychoanalysis and Anthropology.

Previous posts have discussed LSD therapy, Laing, the Philadelphia Association, Joe Burke etc. They were connected with the Gang and at one point Dafydd became a Laingian. Some of the Croesor crowd knew Laing and Francis Huxley will have known Isabel Emmett, the social anthropologist at Manchester University who married a local man from Croesor. Isabel wrote the famous 1964 community study of Cwm Croesor/Llanfrothen, ‘A North Wales Village, A Social Anthropological Study’ and she mentioned in the book that certain Top Docs and lawyers were so powerful that local people didn’t dare cross them. I suspected that she was referring to Dafydd and Gwynne when I first read Isabel’s book and I wondered why she wasn’t braver in print, because she undoubtedly knew about the North Wales Hospital. See post ‘How No-One Knew About Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’. I didn’t know until recently that Isabel was Of Those who utilised Dafydd and Gwynne’s services. See ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’ Isabel knew Eric Sunderland who was an anthropologist and I am sure that Eric would not have missed the opportunity of ingratiating himself to Francis Huxley.

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‘A child has been mistreated? But who by??’

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‘Friend of the Huxleys? No problem. Mind How You Go, Sir.’

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Huxley retired to New Mexico in 1990, and to California in 2006. ‘The Mutual Self’, his last unfinished book, is a musing on the fact that: “We swim in a sea of mutualities whether we like it or not, and mutuality changes us as we change each other.”

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Though his third marriage, to Adele Getty, ended in divorce – as did his first two – she looked after him throughout his final decade. Above all, Francis will be remembered for his insatiable desire to know things and for his wholesome and robust laugh.

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In 1972 Francis Huxley joined a mission to investigate the plight of Native South American tribes. Its report, Tribes of the Amazon Basin in Brazil, identified groups threatened by economic expansion

Francis Huxley, anthropologist and author, born 28 August 1923; died 29 October 2016

All of these Huxleys were networked to Bertrand Russell and the ring.

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The biologists at Bangor will have been cowed by the very mention of Julian Huxley’s name and a number of them might well have known him.

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From such stock did Andrew Huxley arise. After Westminster School, Andrew Fielding Huxley went to Trinity College, Cambridge where he joined Alan Hodgkin studying nerve impulses. Soon after the outbreak of WW II, Huxley was recruited by the British Anti-Aircraft Command and later transferred to the Admiralty. After WW II, Huxley resumed research at Cambridge University, where he developed interference microscopy, suitable for studying muscle fibres.

In 1952, Andrew Huxley was joined by German physiologist Rolf Niedergerke. In 1954 they discovered the mechanism of muscle contraction, the ‘sliding filament theory’, the foundation of modern understanding of muscle mechanics. In 1960 Huxley became Head of the Department of Physiology at UCL. Huxley was elected FRS in 1955, served on the Council of the Royal Society, 1960-62 and was President of the Royal Society in 1980. The Royal Society awarded him the Copley Medal in 1973 for his collective contributions to the understanding of nerve impulses and muscle contraction.

Huxley was conferred a Knight Bachelor by Lilibet in 1974 and was appointed to the Order of Merit in 1983.

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Andrew Huxley was a Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge until his death.

Having entered Cambridge in 1935, Huxley graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in 1938. In 1939, Alan Hodgkin returned from the US to take up a fellowship at Trinity College and Huxley became one of his postgraduate students. Beginning in 1935 in Cambridge, Hodgkin had made preliminary measurements on frog sciatic nerves suggesting that the accepted view of the nerve as a simple, elongated battery was flawed. Hodgkin invited Huxley to join him researching the problem. The small size of most neuron made it extremely difficult to study them using the techniques of that time. They overcame this by working at the Marine Biological Association laboratory in Plymouth using the giant axon of the longfin inshore squid, which have the largest neurons known. In 1939, Hodgkin and Huxley jointly published a short paper in ‘Nature’ reporting on the work done in Plymouth and announcing their achievement of recording action potentials from inside a nerve fibre.

Then WW II broke out and Huxley and Hodgkin abandoned their research. Huxley was recruited by the British Anti-Aircraft Command, where he worked on radar control of anti-aircraft guns. Later Huxley was transferred to the Admiralty to do work on naval gunnery and worked in a team led by Croesor second homer Patrick Blackett. Alan Hodgkin, meanwhile, was working on the development of radar at the Air Ministry. When he had a problem concerning a new type of gun sight, he contacted Huxley for advice. Huxley did a few sketches, borrowed a lathe and produced the necessary parts.

Huxley was elected to a research fellowship at Trinity College, Cambridge, in 1941. In 1946 Huxley took this up and resumed his collaboration with Hodgkin on nerve signal transmission and continued their work in Plymouth. In 1952, Huxley and Hodgkin published their theory of how action potentials are transmitted and also described one of the earliest computational models in biochemistry. This model formed the basis of most of the models used in neurobiology during the following four decades.

By 1953, with the assistance of Rolf Niedergerke, Huxley began to elucidate the mechanism underlying muscle movement. Around that time, Hugh Huxley and Jean Hanson made similar observations. Authored in pairs, their papers were simultaneously published in the 22 May 1954 issue of Nature. Thus these four people introduced the sliding filament theory of muscle contractions. Andrew Huxley synthesized his findings and the work of colleagues into a detailed description of muscle structure and how muscle contraction occurs and generates force and published this in 1957.

1957 again. Anthony Eden forced out of office by Top Docs in Gwynne and Dafydd’s wider circle, Gwynne doing whatever it was that caused Macmillan to reshuffle his Cabinet, Dafydd qualifying as a Top Doc.

In 1966 Andrew Huxley’s team provided the proof of the sliding filament theory and it has remained the basis of modern understanding of muscle physiology.

In 1953, Huxley worked at Woods Hole, Massachusetts. Huxley gave the Herter Lectures at Johns Hopkins Medical School in 1959 and the Jesup Lectures at Columbia University in 1964. In 1961 Huxley lectured on neurophysiology at Kiev University as part of an exchange scheme between British and Russian professors.

Andrew Huxley was an Editor of the ‘Journal of Physiology’, 1950-57 and also of the ‘Journal of Molecular Biology’.

Huxley held posts in Cambridge until 1960, when he became Head of the Department of Physiology at UCL.  By 1960, UCL had been facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring for decades. UCL hosted the daddy of so many abusive Top Docs, Lord Max Rosenheim (see previous posts), as well as Marjorie Wallace’s husband Top Doc Andrew Skarbek. Previous posts discussed how staff from UCL were evacuated to UCNW during WW II and formed lifelong bonds with the Gang, including a high profile very influential mathematician as well as others… Lord Henry Woolf was a law student at UCL and in his later career made himself useful to the Gang (see eg. post ‘A Trail Of Blood’). Prof Eric Sunderland did his PhD at UCL. Much more recently, psychologists at UCL, including Sarah-Jayne Blakemore, have worked closely with members of the Gang, particularly from the School of Psychology at Bangor University. See previous posts.

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In 1969, six years after Huxley won the Nobel, he was appointed to a Royal Society Research Professorship, which he held in the Department of Physiology at UCL.

In 1980, Huxley was elected as President of the Royal Society, a post he held until 1985. In his Presidential Address in 1981, he chose to defend Darwin’s theory of evolution as his ancestor T. H. Huxley had in 1860. Although T. H. Huxley defied the bishops of his time, Andrew Huxley flew the flag for a possibly even more unpopular cause; in 1983, Huxley defended the Royal Society’s decision to elect Thatch as a fellow on the grounds of her ‘support for science’ even after 44 fellows had signed a letter of protest.

Oxford University and the Royal Society were terribly conflicted over Thatch. They hated her for her philistinism and they regarded her claim to be a scientist herself as a travesty. Thatch bagged a mediocre degree in chemistry, she wasn’t very good at it and as soon as she could she trained as a barrister, which was what she had intended to do for years. However there was that matter of Dorothy the bedfellow of so many Communists working for the security services having been Thatch’s tutor at Oxford, the whole lot of them concealing the same slurry pit and then from the spring of 1984, Brown and I refusing to shut up about Gwynne et al and us coming from Tory families who knew some of the people in the Cabinet. I never told the Top Docs that, but the security services knew.

So as with Ken Clarke and the BMA, the battle between Thatch and those supping from what Tebbit memorably described as ‘the well-stocked wine cellars’ of Oxbridge ended in stalemate. Thatch won another election, the wine cellars remained well-stocked and it was everyone else not involved with the crime who was screwed because no-one, left, right or Humanist, would support me and my friends when the gangsters of the Westminster Paedophile Ring came after us.

In 1984, Huxley succeeded his longtime collaborator Alan Hodgkin as Master of Trinity College.

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Huxley’s appointment broke the tradition that the office of Master of Trinity alternates between a scientist and an arts man, although it continued the tradition since the election of Rab Butler in 1965 that the Master of Trinity Knows About Dafydd and Gwynne.

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Huxley was Master of Trinity until 1990 and was fond of reminding interviewers that Trinity College had more Nobel Prize winners than did the whole of France. This is a result of there being fewer people in France who knew about Dafydd and Gwynne as there are people at Trinity who knew about Dafydd and Gwynne, because Bertrand Russell was an alumnus and Fellow of Trinity. This is my theory and mine alone.

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Huxley maintained up to his death his position as a fellow at Trinity, teaching in physiology, natural sciences and medicine. Huxley also became a fellow of Imperial College in 1980. A great many people at Imperial knew about Dafydd and Gwynne, for one reason because Patrick Blackett’s presence at Imperial was what gave it such an excellent reputation. Blackett’s mates at Imperial knew about Dafydd and Gwynne as did other people such as Prof Wynn Humphrey Davies, the son of a Liberal MP from north Wales and a UCNW graduate who subsequently worked at Imperial and then in retirement spent an era on the Bangor University Council, including as Chair of the Finance Committee. Every decision that Prof Wynn Humphrey Davies made was made with the welfare of Dafydd and Gwynne prioritised, as discussed in previous posts.

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From the 1980s, Dafydd greatly benefited from the heroic attempts of Lord Brian Flowers – originally from Swansea but who found himself Rector of Imperial and then VC of London University – to transform every London medical school to serve the purposes of the Gang. Just for good measure, Flowers also served as VC of Manchester University. See previous posts.

Together with the Swiss physiologist Robert Stämpfli, Andrew Huxley also provided evidence of the existence of saltatory conduction in myelinated nerve fibres.

In 1976–77, Huxley was President of the British Science Association.

In 1947, Andrew Huxley married Jocelyn “Richenda” Gammell (née Pease), the daughter of the geneticist Michael Pease (a son of Edward R. Pease) and his wife Helen Bowen Wedgwood, eldest daughter of the first Lord Wedgwood (see also Darwin-Wedgwood family). They had one son and five daughters: Janet Rachel Huxley (born 20 April 1948), Stewart Leonard Huxley (born 19 December 1949), Camilla Rosalind Huxley (born 12 March 1952), Eleanor Bruce Huxley (born 21 February 1959), Henrietta Catherine Huxley (born 25 December 1960) and Clare Marjory Pease Huxley (born 4 November 1962).

Andrew Huxley died on 30 May 2012. He was survived by his six children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. His wife Richenda, Lady Huxley, died in 2003, aged 78.

John Eccles won the Nobel Prize with Huxley and Hodgkin.

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Sir John Carew Eccles using a microscope in a laboratory. Photographed in November 1963. Image courtesy of John Curtin School of Medical Research, Australian National University.
Born
John Carew Eccles

(1903-01-27)27 January 1903

Melbourne, Australia
Died 2 May 1997(1997-05-02) (aged 94)

Residence Tenero-Contra, Switzerland
Nationality Australian
Citizenship Australia,
United Kingdom,
Switzerland
Alma mater University of Melbourne (MD)
University of Oxford (DPhil)
Known for Work on the synapse
Spouse(s) Irene Frances Miller Eccles
(1928–1968; divorced),
Helena T. Eccles
(1968–1997; his death)
Awards
Scientific career
Fields NeurosciencePhilosophy of Mind
Doctoral advisor C. S. Sherrington
Influences C. S. Sherrington[2][3]
Karl Popper
Influenced Friedrich Beck
Platon Kostiuk
Per Andersen
Rodolfo Llinás
Stephen Kuffler
Ricardo Miledi

Sir John Carew Eccles (27 January 1903- 2 May 1997) was an Australian neurophysiologist and philosopher. Eccles was born in Melbourne, initially attended Warrnambool High School (now Warrnambool College) , then completed his final year of schooling at Melbourne High School. He studied medicine at Melbourne University. Eccles graduated in 1925 and was awarded a Rhodes Scholarship to study under Charles Scott Sherrington at Magdalen College, Oxford University, where he received his PhD in 1929.

In 1937 Eccles returned to Australia, where he worked on military research during WW II. During this time Eccles was the Director of Kanematsu Institute at Sydney Medical School he and Bernard Katz gave research lectures at Sydney University, strongly influencing its intellectual environment.

After WW II, John Eccles became a Professor at the University of Otago in New Zealand. From 1952 to 1962 Eccles worked as a Professor at the John Curtin School of Medical Research (JCSMR) of the Australian National University. The Eccles Institute of Neuroscience has its HQ in a new wing of the JCSMR building; it was constructed with the assistance of a $63M grant from the Commonwealth Government and completed in March 2012.

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In the early 1950s, Eccles and his colleagues performed the research that would lead to his receiving the Nobel Prize.

Until around 1949, Eccles believed that synaptic transmission was primarily electrical rather than chemical. Although he was wrong in this hypothesis, Eccles’ arguments led him and others to perform some of the experiments which proved chemical synaptic transmission.

Eccles was appointed a Knight Bachelor in 1958 in recognition of services to physiological research ie. for being wrong.

Eccles won the Australian of the Year Award in 1963, the same year in which he won the Nobel Prize.

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Where would we have been if Eccles had not been wrong for such a long time, causing everyone to realise that he was wrong and thus setting the world on the path to the truth.

In 1964, Eccles became an honorary member of the American Philosophical Society, and in 1966 he moved to the United States to work at the Institute for Biomedical Research in Chicago. Unhappy with the working conditions there, he left to become a Professor at the University of Buffalo from 1968 until he retired in 1975. After retirement, Eccles moved to Switzerland and wrote on the mind-body problem.

In 1981, Eccles became a founding member of the World Cultural Council.

In 1990 Eccles was appointed a Companion of the Order of Australia (AC) in recognition of service to science, particularly in the field of neurophysiology.

John Eccles died on 2 May 1997 in Tenero-Contra, Locarno, Switzerland. Ronnie Waterhouse opened his Inquiry in Jan 1997 and suddenly suspended it in March, announcing that he was off to Hong Kong for a short holiday. While in Hong Kong, Ronnie bumped into Derry Irvine and they met for a meal, knowing that within a few weeks Derry would be Lord Chancellor.

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On 24 April 1997 while Ronnie was in Hong Kong, Peter Howarth died in HMP Wakefield, three years after being sentenced for the abuse of boys in his care at Bryn Estyn. Heart attack. Ronnie returned from Hong Kong after Howarth’s death.

John Carew Eccles (right) with Czech psychiatrist Cyril Höschl (left) in 1993

Cyril Höschl (born 12 November 1949) was, after the Velvet Revolution the first freely elected Dean of the third Medical Faculty of Charles University (1990-97) and from 1997-2003 Hoschl served as Vice-Dean for Reform Studies and International Relations at the same Faculty. He was the Director of the Prague Psychiatric Centre, 1990-2014 and Head of the Department of Psychiatry and Medical Psychology of the Third Faculty of Medicine of the Charles University in Prague. On 1 January 2015 the Prague Psychiatric Centre was transformed into the National Institute of Mental Health in Klecany, the Czech Republic.

From 2007-2008 Hoschl served as President of the Association of European Psychiatrists, and then from 2008-2009, President of the Federation of European Academies of Medicine (FEAM). Hoschl is a founding member of the Czech Learned Society and from 2004-2011 he was als