Jeremy Paxman’s book ‘Friends In High Places’ continues to supply me with welcome gems. So at this time of everybody telling each other Why They Love The NHS, I’ll use this post to provide details of a Top Doc named in Paxo’s book who’s efforts underpinned the creation of the NHS.
I have discovered from Paxo the identity of the man who represented the Top Doctors in their negotiations with Nye Bevan, who as the Minister of Health, famously overcame BMA opposition to the NHS. The negotiations only led to the establishment of the NHS after Bevan had, with regard to the BMA, ‘stuffed their mouths with gold’. Although I note that Paxo uses the word ‘silver’. The phrase usually attributed to Bevan is the one that I have used throughout this blog, ‘I stuffed their mouths with gold’, but Paxo’s research is excellent, so he is probably right – I’ll double check. Whether the mouths of the Top Doctors were stuffed with silver or gold, the principle is the same – they were entrenched in their opposition to the creation of the NHS and were only persuaded to accept it by being paid so generously that it has caused every Gov’t since serious problems. Paxo also reminds us that part of Bevan’s deal was that Gov’t would ‘respect independent practice’. Translated this meant that the Top Docs would be paid very highly for their NHS work, would be allowed to practice privately as well and would be given such power over the NHS that they would call all the shots in terms of pay, conditions, regulation of Top Doctors etc.
One of my friends from school, a farmer’s daughter, was treated so negligently by a GP in Somerset – a man who’s colleague’s negligence undoubtedly led to the death of the dad of another girl in the locality – that it left her with a lifelong disability. Her mum and dad took the view that someone really had questions to answer, but were told by a friend who was a professional that ‘you’ll never win against a doctor’. The GP responsible continued to practice. The Top Doc who exterminated the other girl’s dad also continued to practice, with devastating consequences for the local population – his wife set herself up in private practice as well and described herself as a psychiatrist. She wasn’t; I don’t think that she even had a counselling certificate. The residents of Stogursey and Nether Stowey will never forget Drs Constable, Butler and Matthews. Christ those villagers suffered at their hands. Then there was their colleague Dr Leighton, who managed to actually get struck off – God knows how – and took up work as a travelling salesman after attempting to disguise himself by growing a beard.
This all happened before Brown and me encountered the best that north Wales could throw at us – we were naive enough to believe that it was only rural Somerset which was inflicted with such lethal, bizarre idiots. Then we came across Gwynne, Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang.
I continue to hear anecdotes – from the now middle-aged offspring of those who were stuffed over by Constable, Matthews and Butler – of serious clinical negligence on the part of the NHS for which no-one is ever held to account. The school friend of mine who is now completely paralysed after an operation went badly wrong – she was a young mother and farmer’s wife and for many years has been in a nursing home, able to communicate only by moving her eyes; the cluster of stillborn babies born at Musgrove Park Hospital which no-one could explain and was not investigated; the friend’s father who’s final hours were ones of distress and agony at Musgrove and who from what I heard probably only died as a result of their previous negligence anyway…
Then there was the occasion on which I went to see my own father in Musgrove Park – who was terminally ill and not expected to have long left – to find him, in true Mid-Staffs style, dumped on a bed half-naked with his water out of reach. I did everything necessary, only to be asked by a junior doctor ‘is you father more comfortable now?’ Well he was once I’d done everything for him, yes. It is highly likely that it was known who my father’s daughter was – my previous surname was an unusual one for England – and people were telling me that people in Somerset who were known to be close to me were receiving punishment beatings from the NHS which is so loved by the nation. The next day a cow of an Angel tried to intimidate me by telling me that I was not allowed to visit my father, although it was known that I’d come down from north Wales specifically to spend some time with him. I asked what the name of the senior manager on duty was and suddenly I was allowed to visit my father.
So perhaps the NHS staff who have caused so much suffering for certain people in Somerset as well as in north Wales and elsewhere would like to accept this post as a special tribute. It’s Father’s Day NHS! Mine died in agony years ago thanks to you because I dared challenge a bunch of people traffickers, but I am still very much alive and blogging.
Then there was the death of Brown’s mum in circumstances which threw up a few questions…
Get it clear Dafydd et al – you are not going to intimidate me. This has gone on for so long now that I have no intention of keeping quiet. You killed one of my best friends who was a witness to your wrongdoing in 1986 – that was quite enough for me to know that this was so serious that creeping away quietly was not an option. A bunch of weak, over-indulged, corrupt politicians might allow themselves to be silenced by you on the grounds that Fings Break and gosh they might just find themselves denied care if they dare arrest a bunch of serious criminals, but I am not Cherie and Tony.
Furthermore I like a bit of history – so let me introduce Lord Charles Moran, the President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1941-49, who’s ‘skilfulness’ in negotiations with the BMA and the Ministry of Health gave him the nickname ‘Corkscrew Charlie’. I wonder why?
Charles McMoran Wilson, 1st Baron Moran, was personal physician to Winston Churchill from 1940 until the latter’s death in 1965. Moran was born in Skipton, Yorkshire – Savile’s stomping ground. Wilson’s father was John Forsythe Wilson, a physician and GP from N Ireland and his mother Mary was the daughter of the Rev John Julius Hannah, a Presbyterian Minister.
Lord Moran was educated at Pocklington Grammar School and then studied medicine at St Mary’s Hospital Medical School, now Imperial College School of Medicine. He enlisted in the RAMC in WWI. Moran was medical officer to the 1st Battalion of the Royal Fusiliers, 1914-17 and medical officer in charge of the medical facilities at the British 7th Stationary Hospital in Boulogne, 1917-18. At the end of war he researched into the effects of mustard gas. Longer term, Moran developed his study into the effects of wartime conditions on the resilience of troops which was published in the 1930s as a series of lectures titled ‘The Mind in War’ and culminated in a book ‘The Anatomy of Courage’, published in 1945. He lectured on ‘courage’ to officer students at the Staff College in Camberley.
It is now accepted that the ‘knowledge’ regarding the distress experienced by men in combat as taught by Moran and others of his generation was seriously flawed and led to a great deal of misunderstanding and suffering. As this became evident the waters were then unfortunately muddied by one Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and his discovery of PTSD ‘in a little clinic in Dolgellau’ (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).
Charles Wilson was the Dean of St Mary’s Hospital Medical School, 1920-45, where he oversaw the rebuilding of the premises, while also maintaining a private Harley Street practice.
Wilson was created Baron Moran in 1943. He made his maiden speech in the Lords on the Beveridge Report and was also involved in many other debates on the NHS. Moran helped set up the Spens Committee which laid down the remuneration of GPs and dentists and Chaired the Gov’t standing committee setting the payment of specialists from 1949-61.
Pay negotiations with which Moran was involved inevitably resulted in a very good deal for the professional groups concerned – Top Doctors and dentists. Moran was not ever asked to negotiate on behalf of the NUM. Not that he needed to – what with the miners Holding The Country To Ransom. I always presumed that it was a Sir Herbert Gussett from the Tory Party in Heath’s day that conjured up the idea of the miners Holding The Country To Ransom, but it was allegedly said by HM Queen Lilibet at a dinner party. Phil the Greek called for Arthur Scargill’s ‘head to roll’ at the same event. If Phil the Greek had made it public that King Arthur and his union baron colleagues were concealing organised child sexual abuse, Arthur’s head would indeed have rolled. But as child molester Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Phil’s wife at the time, everyone very wisely remained silent.
BBC Online has a little feature on ‘Your 1970s; Strikes and Blackouts’ and among the trips down memory lane someone remembered that the shops ran out of candles as a result of power cuts. Only one shop had candles – Harrods.
The Royal gynaecologist Sir George Pinker’s mate Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain at St George’s Hospital Medical School concealed organised child abuse along with the best of them (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum And Mason Connection’). Among the many extraordinary experiences that I had in London whilst working for Chamberlain and his team of over-privileged dysfunctionals was hearing Chamberlain holding forth about why he would never leave London for life elsewhere. The reason Chamberlain gave was that London was the only place left where one could go to a traditional barbers to have one’s hair cut. I thought that this was seriously weird and presumed that London must have been completely taken over by unisex Toni N Guy-like hairstylists that caused elderly gynaecologists to feel somewhat excluded. Sick of the pompousing by then, I told Chamberlain that if he wanted to go to north Wales, there were plenty of barber’s shops, including one in Bangor. Chamberlain then explained that HIS barber was in Harrods and it was absolutely wonderful because it was the only place where one could get a decent haircut and a traditional hand-shave. Chamberlain had a beard, so what they did to him in Harrods I cannot work out.
Here’s Sweeney Todd:
Of course, historically barbers were also surgeons. So perhaps that’s why Chamberlain lived in London to ensure that he was able to access an appropriate colleague for purposes of hair-cutting and beard trimming. After Chamberlain stood down as an NHS consultant – following a number of high profile scandals at St George’s – he was given a job as a lecturer in the history of medicine at Swansea University. I don’t know whether Chamberlain relocated to Port Talbot from his house worth millions next to the All England Tennis Club at Wimbledon – I doubt it, he probably just took the train to Swansea when necessary. He will have insisted on travelling first class and having all of his expenses paid and Swansea University will have agreed as well. Chamberlain was given that job at Swansea in 2000. The year of the publication of the Waterhouse Report, which concealed the paedophile gang with which Chamberlain colluded. The paedophile gang which was also concealed by most of the AMs who were sitting in the newly created Welsh Assembly.
Rhodri Morgan’s family virtually ran Swansea University (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) and Edwina Hart had a big stake in that institution as well, particularly with regard to the development of the medical school there.
If I was lecturing on a history of medicine course, I might mention that the biggest medical research fraud exposed in the 20th century was one committed by a man called Malcolm Pearce with his colleague Geoffrey Chamberlain at St George’s Hospital Medical School (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’).
Chamberlain was a big champion of the NHS.
‘Why I Love The NHS – because I’m facilitating serious crime and I’m quids in! I live in a house worth millions and I am a neighbour of George Carman QC, the most corrupt barrister in the UK. I’m so indulged that I won’t even consider having my hair cut anywhere else but in Harrods. Furthermore the nation’s politicians are so craven and foolish that they allow me to piss all over them and then fix me up with a nice little number in retirement at Swansea University, which is located in a town that I have hitherto refused to live in because there isn’t a Harrods there.’
Here’s a personal friend of Chamberlain’s having a lorra lorra laffs, as no doubt was Chamberlain – all the way to the bank:
Malcom Pearce’s medical secretary at St George’s was the most appalling snob, a woman called Doreen, who was from a very working class background but who had married into money and liked to let everyone know it. Her colleagues were very envious of her money but very contemptuous of her Cockney accent and lack of education. Doreen spent her time telling me that I must be stupid working in medical research because I was paid so little. She also told me that her dog ‘ad a cushion from ‘Arrods. Well I’m glad it was me who was the stupid one, I have certainly never wasted my money on cushions from ‘Arrods for my dogs because I’m not thick enough to believe that the dogs would give a bugger as to whether they were lying on an old blanket or on a cushion from ‘Arrods. I was doubly stupid because I failed to recognise that Doreen wore designer clothes, as was explained to me by one of my colleagues. I didn’t like to point out that the clothes were so bloody awful that they looked no different from the most boring clothes that had been purchased from M&S.
Pearce had a big bust-up with Doreen one day after she had screwed something else up yet again and shouted at her that she was ‘completely incompetent’. Which was true. Following the feedback from her boss, Doreen sat in the tea room chain smoking and said that she wasn’t going to be spoken to like that and that she was going to resign. Everyone agreed that poor Doreen had been disrespected, that Malcolm had Gone Too Far this time and that there was going to be a big problem now because no-one wanted to work as NHS secretaries in London and they’d never fill the vacancy. Why did Doreen ever take the job? Because she hated staying at home and not having any friends or any interests and she really loved meeting all Chamberlain’s and Malcolm’s private patients. Doreen could rub noses with the stars!
During Corkscrew Charlie’s time as Sir Winston Churchill’s private physician – which began two weeks into Churchill’s first term as PM – Corkscrew Charlie accompanied Churchill on most of his travels and met several prominent figures, including Anthony Eden, Field-Marshal Montgomery, Lord Louis Moutbatten and Lord Beaverbrook. So Charlie will have been party to sensitive information regarding those people which could have caused a few seismic shocks had it ever become public, particularly with regard to Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’) and Beaverbrook (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). A number of people did very nicely for themselves in return for keeping schtum re Louis Mountbatten and Michael Foot ensured that certain matters regarding his own conduct were kept out of the press by reminding them that he was in a position to let slip a few things about Lord Beaverbrook should he feel so inclined (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks!’). Corkscrew Charlie won’t have missed similar opportunities.
Charlie selected appropriate specialist Top Doctors for Churchill when necessary. Although Charlie found the travelling required frustrating when it conflicted with his business in London planning the NHS, according to one biographer, Professor Richard Lovell, Charlie saw his patient as ‘the greatest Englishman since Chatham and regarded his care of him as his wartime duty’.
Charlie’s book ‘The Struggle for Survival’ is about Churchill. It was published fifteen months after Churchill’s death and aroused much controversy, as its detailed descriptions of Churchill’s failing health appeared to constitute a breach of patient-physician confidentiality. Charlie maintained that he had compiled the book with Churchill’s knowledge, although Charlie had sought no permission to include conversations made in his professional capacity with the Cabinet Secretary, other officials and medical colleagues.
It was Charlie’s book which revealed that ‘Black Dog’ was the name that Churchill gave to ‘the prolonged fits of depression from which he suffered’. Formulated in this way, Churchill’s medical history contains unmistakable echoes of the seminal interpretation of Lord Moran’s ‘Black Dog’ revelations made in an essay by Dr Joseph Storr. In drawing so heavily on Moran for what he took to be the latter’s totally reliable, first-hand clinical evidence of Churchill’s lifelong struggle with ‘prolonged and recurrent depression’, Storr produced a seemingly authoritative diagnostic essay that, in the words of John Ramsden, ‘strongly influenced all later accounts’.
Storr was not aware that, as Professor Lovell has shown, Corkscrew Charlie kept no actual diary during his years as Churchill’s doctor. Nor was Storr aware that Moran’s book as published was a much rewritten account which mixed together Moran’s contemporaneous jottings with later material acquired from other sources. Wilfred Attenborough has demonstrated the key Black Dog ‘diary’ entry for 14 August 1944 was an arbitrarily dated pastiche in which the explicit reference to ‘Black Dog’ was taken not from anything that Churchill had said to Moran, but from much later claims made to Moran by Lord Bracken (a non-clinician and wartime Minister of Information) in 1958. Moran, later on in his book, retracts his earlier suggestion, also derived from Lord Bracken, that, towards the end of WWII, Churchill was succumbing to ‘the inborn melancholia of the Churchill blood’, yet this goes unnoticed by Storr. Also unnoticed by Storr and others is Moran’s statement in his final chapter that Churchill had managed before the start of WWI ‘to extirpate bouts of depression from his system’.
Despite the difficulties with Moran’s book, it provides a picture of Churchill understandably plunged into temporary low moods by severely adverse developments. It can be deduced from Moran’s book that Churchill did not receive medication for depression—the amphetamine that Corkscrew Charlie prescribed for special occasions, especially for big speeches from the autumn of 1953 onwards, was to combat the effects of Churchill’s stroke of that year.
In recent years, mental health charities and campaigners have really dined out on their belief that Churchill was ‘mentally ill’ and have used it in their lame, completely ineffective ‘fighting stigma’ campaigns. Whatever personal strains and stresses Churchill experienced, it would seem that the construction of him as a service user was that of a number of ruthless Top Doctors who broke his confidence, exploited their positions and then told a few porkies. MIND and Rethink would have provided a rather more valuable service had they publicised this, instead of wasting their time playing the Top Docs own game and wrestling with diagnoses which frequently don’t map onto patients’ experiences and which never do if they are bandied around by charlatans.
Corkscrew Charlie also recounted personal political comments made by Churchill in conversation. Visiting Churchill on the afternoon following the announcement of the 1945 General Election results, Moran commiserated with him on the ‘ingratitude’ of the British public for voting in a Labour Gov’t’ to which Churchill, referring to the recent wartime hardships, replied ‘I wouldn’t call it that. They have had a very hard time’.
I’m certainly looking forward to the Labour Party’s 70th anniversary celebrations for the NHS! I know that there’s a knees-up planned in south Wales which Carwyn and his Deputy Carolyn Harris are due to attend and Jezza and John McDonnell will, I am certain, be unable to turn down invitations. Ed Miliband will probably attend a burfday tea at Uncle Harry’s old workplace, Tommy’s. Let’s hope that the Top Docs make it back to Tommy’s from their practices at Harley Street in time to blow the candles out!
Hurry up and feed him a quinoa salad, he’s not used to a bacon butty.
Moran also recalled Churchill suggesting in 1946 – the year before he put the idea (unsuccessfully) in a memo to President Truman – that the US make a pre-emptive atomic bomb attack on Moscow when the Soviet Union did not yet possess nuclear weapons.
Lord Moran married Dorothy Dufton, daughter of Samuel Felix Dufton, HM Inspector of Schools for Yorkshire. Dorothy was a research physiologist. They had two sons – John, the 2nd Baron Moran and Geoffrey. Charles Moran died in 1977 aged 94 at Geoffrey’s home in Hampshire. Dorothy died in 1983. Their longevity was of course related to them following healthy diets, taking fresh air daily and going to the gym every day and not as a result of their socio-economic position and the fact that they did not have Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as their doctor.
Corkscrew Charlie’s son Lord Richard – known as John – Moran died at the age of 89 years in 2014 and had a career as a diplomat. He sat in the Lords as a crossbencher, where, according to his Torygraph obituary, he ‘campaigned to improve the lot of the Atlantic salmon’. Why he did this will become clear later in this post.
In the 1970s, John Moran served as Ambassador to Hungary and then Portugal, but by his own admission it was his final posting – as High Commissioner in Canada from 1981-84 – that proved the most testing.
Moran arrived in Canada in the middle of a major political controversy. The previous year Canada’s PM Pierre Trudeau had informed the British PM Margaret Thatcher of his intention to ‘patriate’ the Canadian constitution which, until then, could be changed only by acts of the British Parliament – albeit with the consent of the Canadian government. Trudeau’s move would require the British Gov’t to pass legislation, but the majority of Canadian provinces were opposed and appealed to the British Parliament, as the guarantor of their rights, to defeat Trudeau’s plans.
As Canadian Indians in full costume converged on Westminster, and representatives of the provincial Gov’ts wined and dined MPs, the British Gov’t was faced with the choice either of damaging relations with the Canadian Gov’t by refusing to introduce legislation, or risking defeat by a strong cross-party lobby in Parliament. ‘There was the possibility, if things went wrong, of a confrontation between the two parliaments, which would have been unprecedented and very serious,’ Moran recalled. To make matters worse, Moran’s predecessor, Sir John Ford, had just been called back to London ‘for briefings’ after complaints that he had been ‘meddling’ in Canadian affairs.
A colleague on one of the many environmental bodies on which Moran served in later life observed that Moran was a man who ‘with his quiet manner, achieved more by raising an eyebrow than the rest of us achieved by raising the roof’. How did Moran wield so much influence over those in authority, what with his dad having the dirt on Mountbatten, Montgomery, Beaverbrook et al?
‘Don’t trust me, I’m a doctor.’
John Moran ‘sought to calm tensions’ and explain the British Gov’ts position to the Canadian people. Thatch, he explained, was ‘absolutely rock solid. Anything the Ottawa Parliament wanted, she would do.’ But she was ‘not certain she could carry her own troops with her’. British MPs, Moran observed, were ‘not as disciplined’ about following the party line as Canadian MPs are.
Except of course when it is suggested that all might not be well in the NHS. British MPs on such occasions can be relied upon to rise as one and repeat the mantra ‘it is the envy of the world’, whilst more than a few of them go private or even go abroad for treatment. Except for Ed, but then he’s got Uncle Harry’s mates to rely on, as long as he doesn’t piss them off in any way whatever.
We are told that Moran put his points across ‘without ruffling feathers’ and the feared confrontation was avoided as Trudeau eventually concluded a deal with the provinces ‘that changed the arithmetic so that only Quebec stood out against patriation’. The Canada Act was duly passed in 1982.
The goodwill this brought paid off when Argentina invaded the Falkland Islands a few months later and Moran found himself having to ask the Canadian Gov’t for help in equipping the Task Force sent out to recapture the islands. ‘The Canadian Government did everything we asked them to do,’ he recalled.
After Thatch et al ignored warnings that Galtieri was going to invade, with the assistance of the UK press, she turned a monumental cock-up into a Great British Victory. Lord Hailsham attributed that particular victory over the Argies to the hand of God. God obviously also helped out for the many happy years that Thatcher’s mate and Minister Sir Peter Morrison, along with others, molested kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and other places with impunity, even when witnesses were found dead.
I think God finally had enough.
In 2009, Moran’s days in Canada bit him on the bum when, under the Freedom of Information Act, the BBC obtained a copy of his valedictory dispatch, ‘Final Impressions of Canada’, written in 1984 at a time when no one imagined that such musings, typically written for the amusement of colleagues, would reach the public domain.
‘One does not encounter here the ferocious competition of talent that takes place in the United Kingdom,’ Moran observed. ‘Anyone who is even moderately good at what they do – in literature, the theatre, skiing or whatever – tends to become a national figure, and anyone who stands out at all from the crowd tends to be praised to the skies and given the Order of Canada at once.’ As for Canada’s Prime Minister, Pierre Trudeau, he had ‘never entirely shaken off his past as a well-to-do hippie and draft dodger’, while ‘the majority of Canadian ministers are unimpressive and a few we have found frankly bizarre.’
These are the remarks of a man whom we are told achieved great things by his intellect, courtesy and charm. Somebody even gave him a job as a diplomat.
Moran’s insults led to an outcry in the Canadian press, though ‘a few calmer souls’ pointed out that Moran’s strictures were mainly directed at the country’s political class and that many Canadians would agree with him.
That’s OK then, he just directed the invective at those who’s help Thatch had relied upon to clobber Galtieri and win her the next election. Did Pierre Trudeau know what Peter Morrison and Alan Clarke were doing? What about Norman St John Stevas?
Readers however will be reassured to learn that Moran was generally positive about Canada, observing that he would miss ‘the cry of the loon’ and the country’s ‘cheerful shop girls and waitresses’.
‘More phlegm in your soup sir?’
Lord John Moran wrote an introduction to an edited version of his father’s book of lies about Churchill, which published as ‘Churchill at War’ in 2002.
John Moran went to Eton and then to King’s College, Cambridge. After just six months he joined the Royal Navy as an ordinary seaman and was assigned to the battleship HMS Belfast on Arctic convoy duty. On Moran’s first voyage he took part in the sinking of the Nazi battleship Scharnhorst in Dec 1943. He recalled that the only casualty on HMS Belfast had been a reindeer, presented to Admiral Burnett by his Soviet counterpart, which died of shock during the confrontation. There was much confusion regarding the sinking of the Scharnhorst for many years as a result of what it seems were a number of lies told about the circumstances – it was all a bit General Belgrano – but what is known is that of the Scharnhorst’s total crew of 1,968 men, only 36 survived.
After officer training in 1944, John Moran was promoted to sub-lieutenant and posted to motor torpedo boats at Gosport, escorting the invasion force on D-Day. His final posting was on the destroyer Oribi, again on convoy duty. When the war ended he was in Travemunde, where he was shot in the leg by a British sentry.
In 1945 John Moran joined the Foreign Office. After postings in Ankara, Tel Aviv, Rio de Janeiro, Washington and South Africa, from 1968-73 he served as head of the West African Department and, concurrently, as a non-resident ambassador to Chad.
Among other things, Lord Moran dealt with the British response to the Biafran War, setting up an International Observers’ Group in Nigeria, accompanying the PM Harold Wilson on two visits to the area and disbursing aid after the collapse of the breakaway state.
Biafra was not Britain’s finest hour.
When Moran served as Ambassador to Hungary, 1973-76, he sought to alert British trade union leaders, ‘starry eyed after being wined and dined by the Communists in Budapest’, of the true nature of the regime. His subsequent posting was to Portugal, where he pressed for Britain to make greater efforts to revive its historic friendship with the country as it returned to democracy. Then in 1981 Moran was posted to Canada and found them all wanting over there, except for the crying loons, the shop girls and the waitresses.
Lord John Moran, who listed his hobbies as ‘fishing, fly-tying, birdwatching’, succeeded to the peerage on Corkscrew Charlie’s death in 1977 – prior to that he’d been plain John Wilson. After his retirement Moran became involved in conservation issues, serving as Vice-Chairman and then Vice-President of the Atlantic Salmon Trust; as President of the Welsh Salmon and Trout Angling Association; Chairman, then Executive Vice-President, of the Salmon and Trout Association.
So that is why Moran campaigned in the Lords to ‘improve the lot of the Atlantic salmon’ – he wanted more of them to catch.
Moran lived in Aberedw, near Bulith Wells, Powys. He was Chairman of Wildlife and Countryside Link and President of Radnorshire Wildlife Trust.
Moran was Vice-President of the RSPB until 1997, when he resigned following the society’s decision to allow Barbara Young, its Chief Executive, to stay in her job after being made a Labour working peer.
In previous posts I have mentioned that when the paedophile gang first targeted me, I lived in a house on Anglesey with members of Bangor Bird Group. Most of my mates at university were birders. My friend Anne who witnessed what was happening to me at the hands of those we know and love who was killed in a car crash shortly afterwards was a birder. Anne was the patient of Dr Lyndon Miles as detailed in my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’. There was one person in our circle who refused to support me when he found out that Gwynne et al were after my blood. I never knew why at the time, but I have recently been told that he was leaned on. He was a plant biology graduate from Bangor, Peter Jackson – who ended up landing a plumb job at the RSPB HQ in Bedfordshire shortly after he graduated.
Some years ago, as the ship that was the North West Wales NHS Trust began obviously sinking and as the CEO Martin Jones and Chairman Elfed Roberts responded to this by repeatedly having me arrested, I was surprised to discover that Martin was involving himself in the RSPB. There is nothing about Martin Jones that would ever find birding attractive, but Brown suggested that Martin might be trying to prepare the ground for a new role for himself as a charidee executive because it was clear that the NHS in north Wales was falling apart. That was certainly a possibility, but at that time Martin – along with his associates – was doing all that he could to seek people out who knew me and drip poison into their ears. My PhD supervisor received a phone call and I was told that a senior manager in Bangor University had even been sent copies of some of my medical records. Martin didn’t seem to understand that some of the people who were approached were normal and were horrified by his actions. Martin is a Bangor University graduate himself – his degree is very much worse than the degrees of those of us whom he and his associates put in danger or tried to kill – and he is only two or three years older than me. Martin could very easily have found out who my mates were and most of them are still involved with birding and/or countryside organisations.
Did you know a man called Lord John Moran then Martin?
In the House of Lords, Moran Chaired a joint Fisheries Policy and Legislation working group – the Moran Committee – which brought together all the main national NGOs concerned with angling and fisheries to advise the Gov’t and the Environment Agency. He also served as President of the All-Party Conservation Committee of both Houses of Parliament.
In 2002 Moran organised a rare cross-bench-led defeat of the Labour Gov’t, using an obscure parliamentary procedure to force a floor debate. Against a government three-line whip and with no official Conservative opposition, he persuaded peers to vote against a clause in the Animal Health Bill that would have given Ministers greater powers to cull cattle in the event of another foot and mouth outbreak.
During spare moments from his duties insulting Canadians, Moran devoted himself to historical research. His time in South Africa inspired him to write a biography of Sir Henry Campbell Bannerman, the Liberal PM who had granted self-government to the Transvaal and the Orange River Colony, thereby securing the Boers’ loyalty to the British Empire despite their recent defeat by the British in the second Boer War. Published in 1973, it won the Whitbread prize for biography. In 1985 Moran published a biography of the Civil War General Sir Thomas Fairfax.
Moran was appointed CMG, KCMG and the year prior to his death was awarded the Arctic Star for his service on the convoys and to Admiral Burnett for dealing with that reindeer.
Lord Moran was so highly thought of by the Welsh Salmon and Trout Angling Association that they published a substantial tribute to him on their website after his death. Here are some extracts:
‘Lord Moran was President of the Welsh Salmon and Trout Angling Association (WSTAA) for well over a decade and as an Association WSTAA is greatly indebted to him for all his advice, guidance and support. At our AGMs – which he always attended – his presidential address was always inspirational because of his deep interest in the welfare of Welsh fisheries. Such was his popularity within our Association that his presidency was extended to well over the usual two-year tenure. He retired in 2012. Whenever he rose to speak on fishery issues in the House of Lords he would refer to his association with the WSTAA which resulted in the Association’s acronym appearing quite often in The Hansard!
As an Association we were honoured by his presence and on several occasions he led deputations from WSTAA to meet with various National organisations governing the angling scene in Wales. His very presence added to the status and purpose of the deputation as did his summing-up – with his mastery aptly conveying his positive attitude towards the subject…the Moran Committee…was acknowledged as one of the premier fisheries’ committees in England and Wales. It met in a room within the House of Lords and under Lord Moran’s guidance became extremely influential on policy issues appertaining to fisheries within the UK. He was a true friend to Welsh angling and his helpful advice was appreciated during many a delicate discussion – and the deliberations were never divulged. We could always depend on him to support our members in every way possible…’
Thanks to Lord John Moran ‘improving the lot of the Atlantic salmon’, it is not possible to fish in virtually any river in the UK without paying a substantial sum of money. Last year I was told that to fish in the Dyfi in mid-Wales, one needed to stump up £800 pa, although there were concessions for certain categories of people who counted as ‘local’. A glimpse of the Gov.UK website concerning fishing also reveals that everyone over 12 now needs a licence if they wish to dangle a line into a river and that for anyone over the age of 16, the fee is not insignificant. If a 17 year old is caught dangling their line without a licence, the fine is £2,500.
I expect that Lord John Moran also enjoyed that great old British sport of shooting the first burglar of spring.
Lord John’s son and heir is James. There is a James Moran who is the Professor of English Lit and Drama at Nottingham University, but I don’t know if this is Sir Herbert Gussett’s offspring.
I have previously blogged about Battling Barbara Castle and how she and her young adviser Jack Straw concealed the deaths of more than 30 disabled children in the care of Hackney Council. Battling Barbara also of course concealed the activities of Dafydd and the gang, George Thomas and much other wrongdoing.
My post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ discussed how in 1975 Sir Alec Merrison was appointed by Sir Keith Joseph to Chair a Royal Commission on the NHS after thousands of junior doctors threatened to strike whilst in dispute with the GMC. According to Paxman’s book, it was actually Barbara in her capacity as Secretary of State for the DHSS and her Health Minister Dr Death who appointed Merrison to Chair the Royal Commission on the NHS. Paxo’s book stats that Merrison was chosen to Chair the Royal Commission on the grounds that he was ‘a dedicated supporter of the NHS and would have no truck with private financing and all that nonsense’. I wonder if someone has tried to rewrite history and place the blame on Keith Joseph, what with him being a bit mad and unpopular and right wing and Barbara and Dr Death being Supports Of The NHS. I seem to remember that the Top Docs were not entirely happy with Merrison. Merrison also Chaired an Inquiry into NHS Reform.
Battling Barbara was famously opposed to private practice and repeatedly clashed with the Top Docs over the matter. Not that Battling Barbara ever managed to rid Britain of the evil which she maintained was private medicine. Which was just as well because Battling Barbara took advantage of it herself (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). It might have been this particular chink in Battling Barbara’s armour that ensured that poor old Babs didn’t actually deliver the kick to the groin of the Top Docs which she pretended that she would have liked to – whilst Dafydd’s private sex therapy business boomed.
Battling Barbara was Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1974-76. Which saw the passing of the Children Act, 1975, a piece of legislation carefully planned and engineered by Leo Abse, a close friend of the child molester George Thomas and a man who was investigated for historical child abuse himself (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). The Houghton Committee which recommended the legislation, was advised by friends and colleagues of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Dr Death gave crucial support to the legislation which proved most helpful in expanding the business of children’s homes in north Wales – nearly all of which were part of the same sex trafficking business.
Will you be celebrating the 70th anniversary of the NHS Lord Straw?
I have been wondering why, whenever Top Doctors need to be sat on and their wrongdoing concealed yet utilised by someone even bigger than a Top Doctor, it is often a nuclear physicist who is employed to do it. Lord Brian Flowers who ensured that so many benefited from the wrongdoing of the Top Docs (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) was a nuclear physicist, as was Sir Alec Merrison.
Merrison was Vice-Chancellor of Bristol University, 1969-84. Prior to that, Merrison had been Professor of Experimental Physics at Liverpool University since 1960. Dafydd was an alumnus of Liverpool, as were many other paedophiles’ friends. Some of the paedophiles’ friends, such as Professor Robert Owen, held senior positions at Liverpool University. Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who worked in the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University) and who was facilitating the sex trafficking ring, was a Bristol graduate. Wood will have graduated in the late 1960s. John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in 1968. David Hunt, the Tory MP for Wirral and then Wirral West, 1976-97, who spent so many years in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Dafydd and chums, came from Glyn Ceiriog near Llangollen, went to school at Liverpool College and then read law at Bristol University. Hunt is of a similar vintage to DGE Wood.
Hunt is one of the most senior people in the international law firm DAC Beachcroft – which acts for the GMC. Hunt specialises in regulation and spent much of 2009 ‘conducting an independent review of legal services regulation’ on behalf of the Law Society of England and Wales.
Here’s a horse’s head. I found one which had been prepared earlier in my bed.
Dr Death was a friend of some of the Top Docs who were facilitating the organised child abuse in Wales and was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09. Dr Death has written extensively on the interaction between illness and politics, with a particular emphasis on the ‘hubris syndrome’, a condition affecting those at the pinnacle of power. The concept has been most fully developed in a co-authored paper in ‘Brain’. Dr Death is Chairman of the Trustees of the Daedalus Trust established to promote and provide funds for the interdisciplinary study of how ‘the intoxication of power’ in all walks of life can affect personality and decision making. Here’s the expert:
Here’s Mr Humility in action, breaking the mould of politics:
Paxo’s book mentioned Lord Hartley Shawcross as a highly influential person who sat on many Royal Commissions and Tribunals of Inquiry and who was, among other things, the Chairman of the Bar Council, 1952-57, the Press Council, 1974-78 and the MRC, 1961-65. Shawcross claimed that what was uppermost in the minds of folk such as himself who occupied such positions was the ‘national interest’. I can understand that logic, but Shawcross and those like him somehow failed to realise, as they ignored serious criminal activity in professions such as medicine and law, that it is not in the national interest to do that.
After every medical scandal, a Top Doctor or politician has been wheeled out to reassure everyone in the usual complacent manner that there is no need for anyone to be alarmed, it was just a one-off. This justified inaction after Bristol Heart Surgery, after Alder Hey, after Mid-Staffs and even after Harold Shipman. Of course if these were simply one-offs, it would be highly irresponsible to tell people that the NHS was unsafe.
The reality is that huge swathes of it now are, after decades of bland reassurances and the complete failure to deal with serious wrongdoing. After Professor Oliver Brooke was imprisoned for the possession of child porn, reassurances were issued by St George’s that Brooke had never offended against his patients and dear oh dear, what would happen if people began to be frightened to take their children to St George’s? The kids would have been safe, that’s what would have happened. Brooke was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring and scores of his mates remained working at St George’s, facilitating that paedophile ring. Brooke will have offended against his patients, he was compulsively using child porn and procuring it. He had cupboards of the stuff in his office in the medical school.
Thousands of children were forcibly removed from their families over decades and placed in the care of a savage paedophile gang in north Wales. No-one stopped what was happening, despite hundreds of complaints. Likewise patients were abused and died whilst in the ‘care’ of the mental health services in north Wales, most of them whilst forcibly detained against their will, often illegally. None of us were safe – yet no-one warned us and when we raised deep concerns we were dismissed, told that we were being ‘silly’ or ‘paranoid’ and if we still wouldn’t shut up, we were threatened or worse.
Nothing can justify what happened. In no way was it in the national interest to allow a gang of human traffickers to hijack the welfare services in north Wales. Even if Prince Charles was mates with some of those involved. It was utterly foolish. If an institution is deemed completely untouchable, it will become a haven for people who want to be able to do whatever they like with absolutely no questions asked and to be afforded complete protection under all circumstances.
Any guesses as to why Jimmy Savile endeared himself to the NHS, the Royal Family and the BBC? It wasn’t because he liked the smell of disinfectant, a State banquet and the grub in the BBC canteen.
During the committal hearing for the suspected serial killer doctor John Bodkin Adams in Jan 1957, Hartley Shawcross was seen dining with the defendant’s suspected lover, Sir Roland Gwynne (Mayor of Eastbourne, 1929–31) and Lord Goddard, the Lord Chief Justice, at a hotel in Lewes. The meeting added to concerns that the Adams trial was the subject of concerted judicial and political interference. Harriet Harman’s dad Dr John Harman, a Harley Street practitioner, gave expert evidence for the defence at Adams’s trial, although Harman had no experience of the area in which he provided an opinion. Adams was acquitted of some charges but is now believed to have killed many more people than for which he stood trial.
In 1957, Shawcross was among a group of eminent British lawyers who founded JUSTICE, the human rights and law reform organisation. He was Chairman of Justice, 1957-72. During those years corruption was the order of the day in legal circles in Chester and Wales and there were many miscarriages of justice as a result.
Shawcross was instrumental in the foundation of Sussex University and was Pro-Chancellor, 1960-65 and then Chancellor, 1965-85. So Shawcross was a colleague of paedophiles’ friends Lord John Fulton and Lord Asa Briggs and was Chancellor at the time of the Throwing Of The Red Paint (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).
John Allen owned brothels in Brighton to which the kids in care in north Wales were trafficked.
Shawcross married first in 1924 to Alberta Shyvers, who almost immediately after the wedding became invalided with multiple sclerosis and whom he nursed devotedly. In spite of that devoted nursing, she committed suicide in 1943. Shawcross then married Joan Mather but shortly after the death of his brother Christopher, she too was killed in an accident in 1974, while riding on the Downs near the family house at Friston, in Sussex. He didn’t have much luck where wives were concerned. An alternative interpretation was that being married to Shawcross was a high risk activity.
Shawcross was brought up in Sussex and went to school at Dulwich College. At the age of 16, while still a schoolboy, he was the Labour candidate’s agent in the Tory stronghold of Wandsworth Central. Wandsworth had a serious problem with organised child abuse stretching back decades.
Shawcross was appointed Assistant Chairman of East Sussex Quarter Sessions in 1941 and the same year, Recorder of Salford, a position he held until 1945. The next year he was appointed Recorder of Kingston-upon-Thames.
In 1948 Shawcross appeared successfully at the Lynskey Tribunal hearing set up to probe allegations involving Ministers of the Crown. He also prosecuted Lord Haw-Haw, hanged for treason. In 1950 Shawcross prosecuted Klaus Fuchs, who was sentenced to 14 years’ imprisonment for passing secrets to the Russians. It was traditional that the Attorney General personally conducted cases involving death by poison and in 1948 he prosecuted the acid-bath murderer John George Haig, who was defended by Dai Bananas.
Shawcross was a principal delegate for the UK to the Assemblies of the United Nations from 1945-49. He ‘had difficulties with the press’, described Lord Kemsley’s newspapers as the ‘gutter press’ and had to apologise under the threat of a writ. Shawcross was widely quoted as saying ‘We are the masters now’ after the 1945 election. In fact he had added ‘for the moment’, but he accepted that it was one of the most foolish things that he ever said.
Shawcross came under fire from the left wing of the Labour Party because while at the Bar he undertook the highly paid cases of men and companies – the Rank Organisation and Sir Bernard Docker, accused of corruption, among them.
Shawcross’s St Helen’s constituents became unhappy with their absentee member, who had made his home in Sussex.
In March 1957 Shawcross announced his retirement from the Bar, but he had accepted lucrative directorships including one at Shell. He explained this by saying that he had to make provisions for his family. In 1958 he was appointed Steward and Bailiff of the Manor of Northstead. In 1959 he was created a life peer, sitting, apart from a flirtation with the SDP, as a cross-bencher.
Shawcross sat on the boards of numerous public companies and his tenure at Morgan Guaranty was extended by five years on his 90th birthday. He championed the judge in the 1987 Jeffrey Archer libel action, who memorably maintained that Tuppence would never have had sex with a prostitute in a green leatherette suit when he had access to a cracker like the fragrant Mary. It subsequently transpired that Tuppence and Mary had lied at that trial, that Tuppence had indeed fallen for the charms of someone clad in green leatherette, but as she was killed as the result of a car crash just before Tuppence’s trial for perjury in 2001, the world heard no more of her side of the story. See post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’.
Shawcross had two sons, William and Hume and a daughter, Joanna.
William Shawcross is Chairman of the Charity Commission for England and Wales and a British writer and commentator. Shawcross was Chairman of ARTICLE 19, the international centre on censorship, 1986-96. He was a Member of Council of the Disasters Emergency Committee, 1997-02 and a Board member of the International Crisis Group from 1995-05. In 2009 William Shawcross signed a petition against the arrest and attempted extradition of Roman Polanski . He was a member of the UN High Commissioner for Refugees Informal Advisory Group, 1995-00. From 1997-03 Shawcross was a member of the BBC World Service Advisory Council. In 2008 he became a Patron of the Wiener Library and in 2011 he joined the board of the Anglo-Israel Association and was appointed to the board of the Henry Jackson Society.
In 1970 William Shawcross married the writer and art critic Marina Warner and their son, Conrad, is an artist. The marriage ended in divorce in 1980. Shawcross married Michal Levin in 1981. Their daughter Eleanor was a member of the Council of Economic Advisers to George Osborne from 2008. She had previously worked on Boris Johnson’s mayoral campaign. Eleanor is married to Baron Simon Wolfson, who is the son of Baron David Wolfson, both of whom are Conservative life peers and who are the current and former ‘Next’ Chairmen, flogging the most boring clothes on earth.
Shawcross and his third wife, Hon. Olga Polizzi, CBE, married in 1993. His stepdaughter is the hotelier and TV presenter Alex Polizzi.
Dr Joanna Shawcross is a palliative care consultant in Eastbourne, who grew up in Sussex and was based in London before she moved back to Sussex in 1993. She is married to Charles Peck, a New England lawyer who is Deputy Chairman of the South Downs National Park. He was Secretary to the Potato Marketing Board and he now represents the East Dean Ward on Wealden District Council.
Just to frighten readers, here is a summary of the honours and main responsibilities which various people were rash enough to give Sir Hartley Shawcross:
Senior Law Lecturer, Liverpool University 1927-34; QC 1939; Chairman, Enemy Aliens Tribunal 1939-40; Recorder of Salford 1941-45; Regional Commissioner, North-Western Region 1942-45; Chairman, Catering Wages Commission 1943-45; OBE 1945, GBE 1974; Chief UK Prosecutor, International Military Tribunal, Nuremberg 1945-46; Kt 1945; MP (Labour) for St Helens 1945-58; Attorney General 1945-51; PC 1946; Recorder of Kingston-upon-Thames 1946-61; President, Board of Trade 1951; Chairman, Bar Council 1952-57; Chairman, Justice 1956-72; created 1959 Baron Shawcross; Pro-Chancellor, Sussex University 1960-65, Chairman 1965-85; Chairman, Royal Commission on the Press 1961-62; Chairman, MRC 1961-65; special adviser, Morgan Guaranty Trust of New York 1965-94, Chairman, International Advisory Council 1967-74; Chairman, Panel on Take-Overs and Mergers 1969-80; chairman, Thames Television 1969-74; chairman, Dominion Lincoln Assurance Co 1969-76; Chairman, Press Council 1974-78;
Paxo’s book names Sir Roy Griffiths as another of the Great and the Good who has been entrusted with the NHS. Sir Roy has featured on this blog before. He was a Director and Deputy Chairman of J. Sainsbury plc, 1968–91, who’s abilities as a grocer so impressed Thatch that in 1983 she engaged him to produce a report on the management of the NHS. Sir Roy went on to be Deputy Chairman of the NHS Management Board, 1986–89 and a Gov’t adviser on the NHS, 1986–94. He recommended that ‘The Secretary of State should set up, within DHSS and the existing statutory framework, a Health Services Supervisory Board and a full-time NHS Management Board’ and that general managers should be introduced throughout the NHS. In 1985, Griffiths was knighted for ‘services to the NHS’, before anyone had seen the disastrous consequences of his ideas of management as applied to the NHS. The NHS does need managers, but not managers like Alun Davies and Martin Jones, which is what it got once Sir Roy hopped on board.
Perhaps Sir Roy never noticed, but once his genius was harnessed by Thatch, the hostility between NHS practitioners and managers grew and grew until now it is a wonder to behold. Furthermore in north Wales, when Alun Davies, John Mullen, Martin Jones et al were given great powers and great salaries, it really was noses in the trough time and the fiddles, backhanders and conflicts of interest in the ‘business’ side of the NHS had to be seen to be believed.
Sir Roy produced a report on Care in the Community in 1987. It was from that point on that the empowered service users of north Wales were left destitute and told that it was their choice as to whether they killed themselves or not. When I was sitting in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the winter of 1986/87, the Angels admitted that there would be chaos when the plans to provide ‘care in the community’ were rolled out, because there were no community services. No-one bothered to develop any either, although they were given many years warning as to what future policy would be.
Roy Griffiths was a director of Monsanto Europe, 1964–68. I’m not someone who is jumpy about GM crops but I found the way in which Monsanto dictated Gov’t policy on the matter worrying.
Here’s Sir Roy’s potted history: Chairman, Management Inquiry, National Health Service 1983; Fellow, Institute of Grocery Distribution 1975, President 1985-87; Kt 1985; Deputy Chairman, NHS Management Board 1986-89; Adviser to the Government on the NHS 1986-94; Deputy Chairman, NHS Policy Board 1989-94; Provost and Chairman of Governors, London University School of Agriculture, Wye College, Kent 1989-94; President, Age Concern England 1989-94; died 28 March 1994.
Many paedophiles’ friends held senior roles with Age Concern, including Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, who was Chief Executive of Age Concern for North East Wales, 2004-14. Hanson previously worked as a social worker for children and families in Cheshire, whilst the paedophile gang that also operated in north Wales was active in Cheshire. Hanson was also a Councillor in Cheshire and Mayor of a Cheshire town. Hanson’s husband David Hanson is MP for Delyn and was also a Councillor in Cheshire whilst the paedophile gang was busy. David Hanson was PPS to Tony Blair from 2001 whilst the surviving witnesses to the wrongdoing in north Wales were threatened, harassed and prosecuted on the basis of the paedophiles’ friends perjuring themselves (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’).
The Indie published Sir Roy Griffiths’s obituary in March 1994. The obituarist explained that: ‘I first met him in his office at Sainsbury’s, where he was deputy chairman and managing director, just before Christmas 1982. Sir Kenneth Stowe, the Permanent Secretary at the Department of Health and Social Security, had appointed me to head up the support staff for the NHS Manpower Inquiry and asked me to go to see Griffiths to set up the inquiry. Ken Stowe had just returned from what he freely described as one of the most difficult 45 minutes in his official career: he had spent the time in Griffiths’ office, inviting him to head the inquiry on behalf of Margaret Thatcher and Norman Fowler, the then Secretary of State for Social Services, but had left not knowing what Griffiths’ answer was – Griffiths had given absolutely nothing away by his few words or his facial expression. I managed to persuade Roy that silence was consent and he duly took up office. This illustrates the Griffiths approach perfectly.’
Sir Kenneth Stowe was the mandarin who’s background is detailed in my post ‘Additional Security Measures’. Stowe had spent most of his career as a civil servant in Health and had watched the growth of the criminal activities on the part of the Top Docs and the paedophiles as it was all successively concealed, no matter how serious.
In 1970 Stowe became Assistant Under-Secretary at the DHSS and then in 1973 he joined the Cabinet Office – whilst Heath was PM – at Under-Secretary level. In 1975 Wilson’s Principal Private Secretary left No 10 and Cabinet Secretary John Hunt proposed that Stowe should replace him. It was considered an unusual appointment – Principal Private Secretaries usually come from the Treasury or at least have Treasury experience. Stowe had spent virtually his whole career in the DHSS and the departments which preceded it and had no Treasury experience at all.
Stowe was central to the negotiations which led to the Lib-Lab in 1977 between Callaghan and David Steel and drafted the agreement between them. Stowe attended the regular dinners that Callaghan had with Len Murray of the TUC and business leaders to discuss economic issues. As things disintegrated during the Winter of Discontent 1978-79, many insiders maintained that it was Stowe who held the Gov’t machinery together. Stowe personally conducted negotiations with Len Murray.
Whilst Stowe worked for Callaghan, Sunny Jim was chuffed to be invited to join the Athenaeum, the club favoured by Top Doctors – of which Jimmy Savile was a member, having been introduced by Cardinal Basil Hume. After Savile died, it was revealed that he and his friend Alan Franey had been given jobs as senior managers of Broadmoor Hospital over informal meetings at the Athenaeum where senior civil servants had been in attendance. Some of the mandarins at the DHSS at the time it is now admitted were very worrying. Brian McGinnis was later banned from working with children (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’) and McGinnis and Clifford Graham were undoubtedly using the mental health system to conceal and facilitate sexual abuse (see post ‘The Old Devils’). McGinnis and Graham were mandarins responsible for mental health when the most serious abuses were happening at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, at Ashworth, at Rampton and of course at Broadmoor.
Sir Kenneth Stowe became Principal Private Secretary to Wilson, Callaghan and for a short time Thatcher, 1975-79.
If only Griffiths was still with us he too would be celebrating the 70th anniversary of the NHS:
‘Griffiths was a passionate advocate of the NHS, which he declared, again and again, to be the finest and most admirable piece of social engineering of the 20th century.’
Who penned this tribute to the man who had handed the management of an ailing corrupt NHS over to a bunch of crooks? None other than Cliff Graham – one of the mandarins who did everything possible to ensure that parts of the NHS became no more than a vehicle for facilitating sex offences in high places.
I would never have believed that two grocers could have caused so much trouble.
In 1941, James married Ernest Connor Bantry White, an army doctor. They had two daughters, Clare and Jane. When White returned from WWII he was severely mental ill and was incarcerated in a psychiatric institution until his death in 1964. Whatever happened to Dr White – as well as his fellow patients – in that institution will not have been a pretty sight.With her husband incapacitated, James had to provide for the whole family. Their daughters were mostly cared for by Ernest’s parents and James studied hospital administration and between 1949-68 worked for a hospital board in London.
So as the wife of a man who was so ill that he was institutionalised for decades and as an NHS administrator, P.D. James would have known what was happening in asylums, what was being concealed and who was giving the orders. Which, if she played her cards right – and she would know how to do that because she administered the system along with the worst of the crooks – would leave P.D. James in a very powerful position.
P.D. James began writing detective fiction in the mid-1950s. Her first novel was ‘Cover Her Face’. These days with a spit hood presumably. Many of James’s mystery novels take place against the backdrop of UK bureaucracies, such as the criminal justice system and the NHS.
Ooh that P.D. James, such an imagination, where does she get all her ideas from?
Two years after the publication of ‘Cover Her Face‘, James’s husband died. Instead of writing a sequel called ‘Dump Him In There And Forget About Him’, James took a position as a civil servant within the criminal section of the Home Office. James worked in ‘government service’ until her retirement in 1979.
I’m not even going to bother to comment.
In 1991, James was given a peerage.
1991 – See post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’. P.D. James – come on down, the price is right. We’ve just stuffed over Sally Baker and other witnesses and we’re dishing out honours to everyone else who knows just how serious the crimes being concealed are. Just when we launch a police investigation into the abuse of children in north Wales which the Chief Constable of the North Wales Police will refuse to co-operate with and which we know will conclude that there is no paedophile ring. Just to be on the safe side, the CPS know not to bring any prosecutions no matter how many files are sent to them and those allegations against Greville Janner aren’t going to go anywhere either.
Welcome, Baroness James of Holland Park, you’ve hit the jackpot.
Baroness James of Keeping Your Mouth Shut Even When It’s Your Husband sat in the Lords as a Conservative. She was an Anglican and a lay Patron of the Prayer Book Society. James’s 2001 work, ‘Death in Holy Orders’ displays her ‘familiarity with the inner workings of church hierarchy’. Her later novels were often set in a community closed in some way, such as a publishing house or barristers’ chambers, a theological college, an island or a private clinic.
James revealed in 2011 that ‘The Private Patient’ was her final novel featuring the fictional police commander Adam Dalgliesh. Operation Pallial was launched at about that time. The twisted old bat probably thought that it wouldn’t be sensible to go ahead with her next planned novel, the story of a paedophile gang facilitated by a crazy old psychiatrist in north Wales who was kidnapping people, keeping them in a dungeon and burying the casualties in the grounds of the asylum. The twist in the plot is that everybody knows what he’s doing, no-one stops him and witnesses are either silenced by being incarcerated, killed, or given seats in the Lords.
No wonder P.D James didn’t feel like one of the Great and Good, she was far worse than they were.
Here is wickedness itself in the guise of a respectable old lady:
P.D. James left for heaven in 2014, hot on the heels of Jimmy Savile.
Professor Richard Southwood, Vice-Chancellor of Oxford University, 1989-93, was one of the Great and Good who, according to Paxo, reflected the consensus held by the Great and Good. Southwood stated that ‘…everyone had the same ideas about what was worth preserving. The principle that education was to be open to all, irrespective of means; public galleries and museums should be open to all, the National Health Service likewise. There was also a view that there was an unacceptable face of capitalism…’
Southwood was a biologist who grew up on the family dairy farm in Kent. He was educated at Gravesend Grammar School and Imperial College, London, completing a BSc in biology, an MSc in botany, then a PhD in zoology at Rothamsted Experimental Station. Southwood returned to Imperial as a Research Assistant and lecturer and in 1967 he became Head of the Department of Zoology and Applied Entomology and Director of Imperial College’s Field Station at Silwood Park. He later became Dean of Science and Chair of the Division of Life Sciences.
Sir Richard’s research at Imperial concentrated on insect communities and population dynamics. His 1966 book ‘Ecological Methods’ described techniques available for the study of populations and ecosystems, including population estimates with different sampling techniques.
In 1979, Southwood took up a Chair of Zoology in the University of Oxford, and was elected a Fellow of Merton College. In 1989, he was appointed Vice-Chancellor of the University, from which position he set up a working party that would recommend the reform of the University’s governance. He stepped down in 1993, but continued to research, teach and write.
After becoming VC of Oxford in 1989, Southwood took over the Presidency of Campaign for Oxford, which had been launched the previous year with the aim of raising £220 million for the University. Southwood raised this target to £340 million and it was reached in 1994. He was Pro Vice-Chancellor of Oxford from 1987-89 and again from 1993-98.
So Southwood occupied high office at Oxford when both Tom Burns and Mark Williams were given Chairs there. Both of whom had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Mark Williams managed to perpetrate a massive research fraud whilst he was in Bangor University working with them into the bargain (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).
Sir Richard Southwood served as Chairman of the Royal Commission on Environmental Pollution, 1981-85, having been first appointed to the Commission in 1974. Under his Chairmanship, the 1983 report Lead in the Environment aroused public concern about lead pollution. Southwood was Chairman of the National Radiological Protection Board, 1985-94 and also Chaired the Working Party on BSE set up by the British Government in 1988. In 1993–94 Southwood was the first head of the Department of Environmental Sciences and Policy at the Central European University in Budapest.
Southwood was also a contributing member of the Oxford Round Table, an interdisciplinary forum for the discussion of contemporary issues.
Richard Southwood knew many of the plant biologists and zoologists at UCNW (Bangor University), who’s marine botanist colleague Dr Chris Wood was married to DGE Wood. They all knew something about that sex trafficking gang. One of my friends who did a degree in zoology at Bangor went to Southwood’s old employer Rothamsted to do his PhD and another friend went to Oxford to do her PhD on bryophytes. I note that Southwood spent years at Imperial – where Lord Brian Flowers ruled the roost – and was appointed VC at Oxford in 1989. Which was when such strenuous efforts were made to silence Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and me regarding matters in north Wales. Southwood stepped down as VC in 1993, the year in which the police investigation into the abuse of children in care was terminated with the conclusion that there was no paedophile ring in operation in north Wales/Cheshire.
Richard Southwood is dead now, so I cannot ask him what the deal was that enabled a friend and colleague of so many of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales to bag the job as VC of Oxford University.
However, Dr Gavin Gatehouse is still alive and living in north Wales. Gavin Gatehouse for years worked in the Zoology Dept at UCNW and he was my friend Anne’s PhD supervisor when she was killed by the sex trafficking gang that Gatehouse knew was operating in north Wales and within UCNW. Gatehouse was good enough to go to Anne’s funeral and tell us how sad it all was, so perhaps he could fess up what he knows about the people who had her killed. It’ll be in the national interest Gavin.
Southwood was VC of Oxford when Roy Jenkins was Chancellor. Woy had concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al in various capacities, but particularly when Woy was Home Secretary, 1974-76, under Wilson and Callaghan. Woy later became a mentor to Blair (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’).
Here’s Woy with some good friends of his:
I think that they’re breaking the mould of politics. Or something like that.
Richard Southwood didn’t only keep the lid on a paedophile gang that murdered witnesses in the name of the ‘national interest’. He and others were a bit rash when they sat on that BSE working party as well. They concluded that there was no risk to human health from eating beef. This was untrue, as was later admitted. When the scale of the lies and irresponsibility became evident, Southwood and the others on the working party swore blind that they knew nuzzing, they had told the truth, honest Guv’nor, it was the politicians wot cherry picked the content and misrepresented the risk. The foul Sir Donald Acheson was the Chief Medical Officer at the time. Acheson had been covering up for Dafydd and other criminal Top Docs for years by then (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’), but he also lied through his teeth about the danger presented by BSE being completely unknown when he reassured the public that there was no risk.
I knew that Donald was lying because the year BEFORE the working party was beavering away, I was told, as an MSc student in the Royal Postgraduate Medical School, all about BSE and the risk that it presented, in a lecture about CJD and prions.
They knew. And, for the sake of the national interest, they lied.
As for Richard Southwood’s belief that there was a consensus against the unacceptable face of capitalism, how else would he describe the production line of under-age sex workers that boomed in north Wales throughout the 1970s, 80s and 90s, which made John Allen, Dafydd and a few others millionaires?
Paxman’s book tells us why Harold Wilson appointed Top Doc Lord Charles Hill (see post ‘BMA Calling, BMA Calling’) Chairman of the BBC, after Hill had been head of the ITA. It was because Hill was seen by Richard Crossman as a ‘safe pair of hands’ who could be relied upon to ‘clean up the BBC’. Crossman, Wilson and Lord Hill all knew what Dafydd and that paedophile gang were doing.
I’m fascinated by the desire of people who have colluded with serious crime – including sexual and violent offences – to clean up TV. Hansard, May 1988, records a farcical session in the House led by Douglas Hurd – who’s uncle Edred Henry Corner was a botanist who knew Prof Greig-Smith of the UCNW Plant Biology Dept – who at the time was Home Secretary and ignoring the most serious crime in north Wales and was presiding over a Home Office in which officials were forging documents (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hansard records that Hurd made a statement to the House expressing his delight that Sir William Rees-Mogg had been appointed Chairman of the new Broadcasting Standards Council.
Hurd stated that: ‘We drew attention in our election manifesto to public concern over the display of violence and sex on television. In line with that commitment, we now propose, by setting up the new council, to strengthen standards in this sector and to reinforce the work of the individual broadcasting regulatory bodies.’
Meanwhile, up in north Wales… and of course at St George’s…and in Leicestershire….and in Islington…and in Lambeth…
Mystic Mogg never published a word about any of it in ‘The Times’ when he was Editor…
Fattersley and Bruce Grocott were two of those who contributed to the Commons debate. Fattersley was the MP for a constituency in Birmingham whilst that city’s Dept of Social Services sent kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales and Fattersley will also have been well-aware of the other areas of corruption in public life in Birmingham, such as the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad, Birmingham and Aston Universities and the NHS, all of which were linked to Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). At the time that Fattersely contributed to the debate, he was Deputy Leader of the Labour Party – the Windbag was Leader and his hope of becoming PM was entirely dependent upon everyone keeping quiet about Dafydd et al. Particularly as the Windbag had known Tony Francis when they were students in Cardiff and had relied on Lord Cledwyn, a friend of Glenys’s parents and someone who was colluding with Dafydd et al to launch his political career (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).
Bruce Grocott is a loyal servant of Blair’s who goes back a long way (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’). Grocott was Blair’s PPS 1994-97, when Blair was leader of the opposition, then again 1997-2001, when Blair was PM. Grocott was MP for Lichfield and Tamworth 1974-79, then for Telford 1987-97. Not only will Grocott have learned about organised abuse and the associated crime from his time as an MP in areas where it was a serious problem, but Grocott and his wife were students at Leicester University in the early 1960s – when staff of that institution were concealing organised abuse. Frederick Attenborough, father of David and Richard was Principal of Leicester University, 1932-51 and the Attenborough family have remained involved with the University ever since (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).
I’ll continue to watch the build-up to the 70th anniversary celebrations of the NHS, although I think that those celebrating should probably find something out about Nye Bevan and the history of the NHS first before they tell the ‘Guardian’ that Bevan is their hero. The paedophiles’ friends are carrying on a bit like the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail. They screaming that it’s only a flesh wound but I’ve chopped their limbs off and they’re bleeding to death. They might notice soon.