Successful Surgery On King George VI!

Previous posts have discussed a number of Top Docs who were either officially Top Docs to the Royal Family or who, such as Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, were good mates with Top Docs to the Royal Family (see ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum and Mason Connection’) and were part of Dafydd and Gwynne’s network, very effectively protecting them from investigation, yet alone prosecution. Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist seems to have been the man with the direct connections/friendships with Royal Docs, Dafydd having spent his career blackmailing people and reminding them just how much wrongdoing will be revealed should any complaints be followed up. That is not surprising, as the rot seems to have been in an advanced state at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh years before Dafydd arrived there to assist.

It seems that Gwynne did something so dreadful in 1957 that it needed the despatching of a few Gov’t Ministers to conceal it including Dennis Vosper the Minister of Health. This was followed by another Gov’t reshuffle not long afterwards and eventually Macmillan’s Night of the Long Knives to then kick Gwynne’s mates out of the Cabinet. See previous posts’. Dafydd qualified as a Top Doc in 1957 and promptly arrived at Denbigh to join Gwynne’s party, being touted as the Nice Young Doctor who was a Radical Welsh Nationalist. Dafydd cared about Little Welsh People!

My post ‘Cymro 007’ discussed how reinforcements in the shape of a security services officer in the guise of Geraint Morgan QC targeted north Wales in 1951; Geraint finally got himself elected as the Tory MP for Denbigh in 1959 and retained the seat until 1983, when the constituency disappeared in a reorganisation. That itself seems to have been yet another exercise in armour plating Gwynne and guess what, more candidates for election queued up who were just as keen as Geraint to ensure that no questions were ever asked about the North Wales Hospital at all.

Previous posts have discussed how much effort was being put into ensuring that Bertrand Russell in particular as well as his friends who lived in the Croesor area were provided with services from Gwynne and later Dafydd. However Russell didn’t relocate to the area until 1955. Sir Clough Williams-Ellis and his wife Amabel, the centre of the Welsh Bloomsbury Set, had lived at Llanfrothen/Cwm Croesor since the early years of the 20th century and were undoubtedly something to do with the bomb proofing of Gwynne and his predecessors. People have been asking me if I think that Clough conducted himself in the manner of Bertrand Russell re serious sexual exploitation; I have no idea, but some of his network did. In these situations, it is always difficult to work out whether someone themselves is participating in organised abuse or whether they are protecting friends/family who are. I suspect that much of the problem is a result of people protecting others…

‘Cymru 007’ described how heavyweight MPs protected Denbigh and Cwm Croesor as far back as the later years of the 19th century and how Denbigh, an asylum in a Welsh speaking area that in those days was isolated and difficult to reach, had a high number of patients being funded by English local authorities even in the 19th century. Then there was Queen Victoria’s financial contribution to the building of the North Wales Hospital; it would not have been built without that because the Welsh authorities claimed that there was insufficient need for such an institution and refused to cough up. See post ‘Cymro 007’.

It would appear that from its very establishment, the North Wales Hospital was inexplicably receiving patients who were not from north Wales, in the way that a century later, the children’s homes of north Wales were full of kids from English metropolitan authorities who were forced into sex work and then returned to their place of origin, after being trapped by the Gang.

I do wonder if Dafydd popped off down to the Maudsley for his ‘training’ after he qualified at Liverpool in 1957 in order to make the right contacts. The Maudsley had a long history of facilitating organised abuse by then (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and Dafydd went to work with ‘community psychiatrist’ Dr Bob Hobson, the ultimate in running wards and clinics that doubled up as knocking shops. See post ‘The Mentor’. I can’t imagine that Dafydd had any interest in learning anything or in postgrad study and he certainly wouldn’t have needed that to bag a job at Denbigh. Dafydd was already part of the ring in north Wales/Cheshire before he qualified as a Top Doc, so the most likely explanation is that ambitious plans were laid well before Dafydd qualified and once that happened, the boat was pushed out and Dafydd was sent to the Maudsley to drum up business…

As a medical student Dafydd had become involved with the more violent side of Welsh nationalist activity, making links with Irish Republican activists and visiting them to learn techniques (see eg. ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’) and in 1959 he stood as the Plaid candidate for Denbigh. So Dafydd and those supporting him had great ambitions for Dafydd, a sort of Dr Death of north Wales.

So imagine my surprise when I was just doing a bit of reading about the circumstances of Lilibet’s accession to the throne when I happened upon a whole collection of Royal Top Docs, a number of whom were Welsh as well, yet more of whom were colleagues/friends of Dafydd and Gwynne’s Gang. These Top Docs were more who carefully prepared the ground in the London medical schools for the en masse sexploitation of vulnerable people, using their reputations as Royal Top Docs of distinction as a cover. This crowd were at the high status end of Top Doctoring as well, some of them were cardiac surgeons…

I realise that people who saw the film ‘The King’s Speech’ will know about this; I didn’t see it, I don’t watch many films and I don’t bother to watch romantic slush about the Royal Family, although obviously I did miss out here…

So here we go, once again, they are myriad, they are legion. The key player re Gwynne and Dafydd from this de luxe selection box was Sir Clement Price Thomas (22 November 1893-19 March 1973), the ‘pioneering Welsh thoracic surgeon’ most famous for his 1951 operation on King George VI. After qualifying at Westminster Hospital Medical School, Clement Price Thomas was posted to the Middle East at the onset of WW I. He resumed his surgical training on returning to Britain and was ultimately elected onto the surgical team of the Westminster Hospital. Price Thomas was encouraged to pursue thoracic surgery by one of those with a towering reputation in surgery in the first half of the 20th century, Tudor Edwards,

Price Thomas’s reputation in surgery for pulmonary tuberculosis led to the decision that he would undertake lung surgery on King George VI in 1951. Price Thomas was less well known for cardiac surgery, although he also introduced surgery for coarctation of the aorta to the UK, a procedure he learnt from Clarence Crafoord

Clement Price Thomas’s mentor Arthur Tudor Edwards was another Great Man of Medicine who was Welsh to boot. Tudor Edwards taught Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist when Gwynne was at the Middlesex Hospital. Previous posts have discussed Sir William Gilliatt, the Royal Top Doc who delivered Carlo and Princess Anne, who taught at the Middlesex when Gwynne was a student there. Sir William’s son the neurologist Professor Roger Gilliatt was a student at the Middlesex who was just a bit younger than Gwynne. Roger Gilliatt was a close friend of Anthony Armstrong-Jones aka Lord Snowdon and Gilliatt was Snowdon’s best man when Snowdon married Ma’am Darling, the other potential best men Jeremy Thrope and Jeremy Fry both being vetoed because of their ‘private lives’. The private lives in question being Mr Thrope’s previous affairs with both Armstrong-Jones and Ma’am Darling and Jeremy Fry’s prosecution for opportuning for gay sex. See previous posts. Gilliatt, Friend of Gwynne and Dafydd, was actually considered a more acceptable choice for best man.

Dafydd qualified in 1957, suggesting that he enrolled at Liverpool University in 1952, the year after Clement Price Thomas became world famous for operating on King George VI. King George VI didn’t last long after Price Thomas’s heroism and died on 6 Feb 1952, making way for Lilibet. Dafydd went to Liverpool University as a mature student, his arrival there was not the usual one of the result of a boyhood ambition. The timing and circumstances of Dafydd embarking upon a career as a Top Doc are beginning to look rather intriguing…

Arthur Tudor Edwards (7 March 1890-25 August 1946) was a thoracic surgeon who worked at the Westminster Hospital, the Royal Brompton Hospital and Queen Mary’s Hospital, Roehampton and pioneered lung surgery. Edwards was born in Swansea on 7 March 1890. Edwards was educated at Mill Hill, London, St John’s College, Cambridge and at the Middlesex Hospital, where he qualified as a Top Doctor in 1913. Edwards was subsequently appointed house surgeon and surgical registrar at the Middlesex Hospital.

Edwards served in the RAMC in WW I. He was the first Director of the Department of Thoracic Surgery at the London Hospital. The London Hospital – known for many years as the Royal London Hospital – is located in Tower Hamlets and by the middle of the 1950s was training the medical students and junior docs who by the 1970s were the big figures in the facilitation of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Gwynne and Dafydd’s partner gang in the East End worked out of the London Hospital from at least the late 1960s. Kids from Tower Hamlets were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and Tower Hamlets was one of those boroughs which decades later did very well out of ‘regeneration’ investment as a result of dirty deals done by those who colluded with the ring. See eg. post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’.

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Sir William Asscher was one of the Mr Bigs facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring during his years in Cardiff in the 1960s,70s and 80s and after his return to London as Dean/Principal of St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1988, in the wake of Ollie Brooke the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s being convicted for child porn offences, jailed and released early (see eg. Oliver!’). Asscher was a medical student and junior doc at the London Hospital during the 1950s/early 60s. Lord Bob Winston trained there and spent the rest of his career remaining schtum and Socialist Feminist and Wimmin’s Champ Wendy Savage, one of the facilitators at the Tower Hamlets end of Gwynne and Dafydd’s Gang, spent her working life at the London Hospital. See post ‘Uncle Harry’s Friends…’.

My post ‘Oliver’s Army’ discussed the hub at the London Hospital that was so central to the network that two of those involved, Profs John Ellis and Clifford Wilson, in the late 1960s were given the remit for postgraduate medical training across the whole of London University. The degree of organisation of this network was terrifying; it was Ellis, Clifford and their colleagues who were responsible for placing junior docs in hospitals across the whole of the south of England for decades. One of their main men was Anthony Jackson, who had connections across Bristol/the West Country. Dafydd’s accomplice in north Wales, Dr D.G.E. Wood, trained at Bristol University; Wood’s father was a Top Doc in Bristol. One of the network’s contacts in Taunton was Dr Brian Webb.

The big boys at the London Hospital wielded such power over the careers of juniors that one could either join their circle – medical students and junior docs were cultivated through the Drama Society at the London Hospital and through the usual dinner parties, jollies etc – and do very nicely for oneself, or one could have one’s career ruined. See ‘Oliver’s Army’. I have no idea how many of this lot were actually molesters themselves and how many just kept quiet about those who were. The wall of silence and terror is so high and so solid that I have only worked out a clear picture re a few docs.

The international trafficking ring only really took root in the 1960s/70s, but it was undoubtedly built upon organised abuse that had existed at institutions like the London Hospital, the Middlesex and St George’s for decades. If the roots had not been there, Asscher and his mates could never ever have done what they did. Like the London Hospital which treated the disadvantaged East Enders on its doorstep, the Middlesex had a good supply of prey nearby in the form of Soho. The Middlesex was also located near Bloomsbury, a district of affluent, often bohemian people, a number of whom were known for casual sexual liaisons, sometimes with underaged people who had to be forced into such liaisons.

The presence of Sir Clough Williams-Ellis and his wife Amabel – Amabel being a member of the Strachey family at the centre of the Bloomsbury Group – in Llanfrothen/Croesor in north west Wales led to scores of the Bloomsbury Group and their friends spending much time in Cwm Croesor, where they rented cottages from Clough as second homes, so many that they constituted the Welsh Bloomsbury Set. See eg. ‘The Village’, ‘Captain Swing and his Crew’ and ‘The Vermin Club’. Gwynne and Dafydd’s Gang serviced the Welsh Bloomsbury Set: sex workers supplied, complainants incarcerated, lobotomies performed etc. I presume that Gwynne met some of those necessary for business when he was at the Middlesex.

Dafydd qualified and joined the party two years after Bertrand Russell made his permanent home down the road from Cwm Croesor.

Arthur Tudor Edwards was responsible for the training of other surgeons as well as Clement Price Thomas who also became leaders in the field, including Harvard surgeon Dwight Harken and Sir Russell Brock.

Tudor Edwards was born in Swansea on 7 March 1890, the elder son of William Edwards of Glamorgan, Chairman of Edwards Limited and Mary Griffith Thomas. Following studies at St John’s College, Cambridge and medical training at the Middlesex Hospital, Edwards was appointed as a dresser (assistant) and house-surgeon to Sir Gordon Gordon-Taylor.

Sir Gordon was born William Gordon Taylor, in Streatham, London, but moved to Aberdeen in 1885 after the death of his father. Sir Gordon was educated at Gordon College and Aberdeen University. The family returned to London and Gordon trained at the Middlesex. After working as a surgeon at the Royal Northern Hospital in north London, Gordon was appointed Assistant Surgeon at the Middlesex Hospital.

During WW I, Sir Gordon served in the RAMC and fought in the Battles of the Somme and Passchendaele. He later acted as consulting surgeon to the 4th Army. After returning to England in in Dec 1916, Sir Gordon established a worldwide reputation as a surgeon, pioneering the techniques of blood transfusion.

During WW II, Sir Gordon served as a Surgeon Rear-Admiral in the Royal Navy. Gwynne served as a Top Doc in the Royal Navy at about that time, as did Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain and others we know and love. They all gained knowledge of whatever it was that Lord Mountbatten was doing that had to be kept quiet, the scandals involving gay spies in the Admiralty, John Vassall etc. It kept them in demand for the rest of their careers. See post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

They also all knew or knew of Admiral Sir Alec Bingley, who’s wife Lady Juliet and later his son William became paid up members of the Gang. Lady Juliet’s father was Reginald Vick, a surgeon at Bart’s for decades, who knew everyone worth knowing, including Lord Snowdon’s father, Ronald Armstrong-Jones, a barrister who was a Governor of Bart’s as well as Lord Snowdon’s grandfather, Sir Robert, a Top Doc and psychiatrist who grew up in north Wales, studied at UCNW and then Bart’s. The Armstrong-Jones family kept a country house near Caernarfon. See previous posts.

Lady Juliet trained as a social worker at the LSE in the late 1940s, when the LSE was peopled by King of the Westminster Swingers Richard Crossman’s crowd in terms of both staff and students eg. ‘Houseparty’. Crossman appointed loads of his mates from the LSE to advisory positions at the DHSS when he was Secretary of State, 1968-70. It was fun in the DHSS when Richard Crossman ran it, if one knew him and one worked at the LSE, one just turned up to official meetings at the DHSS with one’s mates and their wives and Crossman was delighted to see one.

Harold Wilson became so concerned at Crossman sharing confidential Gov’t documents with people whom Harold had kicked out of the inner circle eg. Crossman’s pal the economist Tommy Balogh – Tommy’s wife Penny was a psychotherapist in Primrose Hill, so Crossman was particularly pleased to have her on board – that Crossman devised ways by which those whom had been ejected could still read the classified stuff. In the case of Tommy Balogh, Crossman ensured that he was given a peerage; it was OK after that, Balogh was back in the inner sanctum and Harold Wilson couldn’t do anything about it. See previous posts.

Lady Juliet worked as a social worker at Bart’s and in middle age ‘got involved’ (took over) at MIND, which was run by Gwynne and Dafydd’s mates anyway and was a front for facilitating organised abuse. After Lady Juliet became Chairman of MIND, her son William, a solicitor, became Legal Director. From there, William became CEO of the Mental Health Act Commission. Throughout it all, the Bingleys protected Dafydd and the Gang.

William later became a Director of Morecombe Bay PCT, the Trust which hit headlines after it was revealed that the idiocy, incompetence and arrogance of three lethal midwives styling themselves ‘the Three Musketeers’ had led to the deaths of a number of babies at the Trust and that the misconduct of these midwives was known about yet concealed. The scale of the negligence and deception only became public as a result of the efforts of James Titcombe, the father of one of the dead babies (his wife nearly died as well). James faced the usual barrage of abuse and hostility from the NHS and as the bad PR threatened to overwhelm everyone, a cordial invitation was extended to James to sit on the CQC. James soon resigned having found the hostility of members of the CQC and bodies such as the RCM impossible to work with. He concluded that there is no desire at all in the NHS to improve patient safety, all that matters is image.

William Bingley also Chaired an NHS Trust in Lancashire and was forced to resign when it was revealed that his management consultancy was flogging its services to the Trust. William died three weeks later when fell walking, at about the time that Operation Pallial was launched. Before he died in 2011 at a most convenient time for anyone trying to eliminate witnesses, William was given a Chair in Mental Health Law and Ethics at the University of Central Lancaster, also held a role at Cumbria University and set up a charidee assisting women in the Pakistan/Kashmir region. Terrifying isn’t it.

 

Sir Gordon was elected President of the Medical Society of London 1941-42, the Association of Surgeons of Great Britain and Ireland 1944-45 and the Royal Society of Medicine 1944-45.

Sir Gordon met an unfortunate end on 3 Sept 1960 after he was run over by a lorry outside Lord’s cricket ground. When Sir Gordon was run over, Macmillan’s Gov’t was finding it increasingly difficult to conceal the stench of the wrongdoing on the part of so many and there had been a few rounds of musical chairs in an effort to conceal whatever Gwynne was doing at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Dafydd was I think undertaking his postgrad ‘training’ at the Maudsley at about the time of Sir Gordon’s death. In Sept 1960, Dafydd’s and Gwynne’s mates who were eventually kicked out of the Cabinet in July 1962 in the Night of the Long Knives were still in there causing havoc. Macmillan had reshuffled his Ministers in July 1960 and Enoch Powell had been appointed Minister of Health.

In previous posts I have explained why I believe that Powell may have been part of an elaborate deception on the part of Macmillan’s Gov’t in that Powell ensured that Gwynne and Dafydd would be left well-alone by making a public display of horror with regard to conditions at Denbigh in 1961, then giving a well-publicised speech to the National Association of Mental Health (MIND), which was completely run by Gwynne and Dafydd’s mates, stating that he would close every asylum in the country, but quietly dropped that plan and never returned to the subject. Powell subsequently remained silent throughout the Profumo Affair, with which Gwynne and Dafydd were involved but escaped without a mention.

Conditions at Denbigh remained atrocious, this was known, but Dafydd and Gwynne were left completely untouched, even after Dafydd hit the front page of ‘The Times’ in 1966, at the centre of a serious patient neglect and abuse scandal. Nothing changed and there was no investigation or inquiry into Denbigh. Denbigh has never been the subject of a Public Inquiry in the way that so many other institutions of that type were during the 1970s and 80s. Yet conditions there and the naked criminality of the staff were known to be far worse than in other institutions such as Ely, which was the subject of the first such Inquiry in 1968. The Welsh Hospital Board that ran Ely also ran Denbigh. In their defence, staff at Ely, after being caught punching patients, dragging them down corridors and hosing them down outside naked with cold water, said that things were much worse at Denbigh but no-one was complaining about that. See previous posts.

The molester George Thomas was a member of the Welsh Hospital Board, as was the MP Lord Prys-Davies. They were both mates with Dafydd and Gwynne and by the time that the Ely Inquiry was being planned, Health and Social Care had been devolved to the Welsh Office, the Secretary of State being one George Thomas by then. See previous posts.

 

Ma’am Darling and Lord Snowdon had married on 6 May 1960, four months before Sir Gordon was killed. My post ‘Holding The Country To Ransom- Part II’ discussed the sudden decision of Ma’am Darling to marry Lord S, a decision made after Ma’am Darling’s Deeply Held Christian Beliefs prevented her from marrying Captain Peter Townsend, him being divorced and therefore Ma’am Darling would not be able to receive Communion if she were to marry him. Ma’am Darling publicly announced her engagement to the class A drug snorting, rent boy using Tony Armstrong-Jones – who used to stay at his grandfather’s country home near Caernarfon – on 26 Feb 1960. Ma’am Darling reportedly accepted Tony’s proposal the day after learning from Peter Townsend that he intended to marry a young Belgian woman, Marie-Luce Jamagne.

Ma’am Darling’s marriage to Tony didn’t run smoothly but she found solace in her Strongly Held Christian Beliefs.

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Here’s Ma’am Darling, about to receive Communion, something that would not have been possible had she married a Divorced Man:

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After Communion:

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  • Ma’am Darling’s partying on Mustique with Roddy Llewellyn, David Bowie, Mick Jagger and Charlie Tennant – a heroin addict who succumbed to HIV and Hepatitis in 1996 so that was another witness out of the way before the Waterhouse Inquiry opened soon afterwards – and others is discussed in previous posts, as is Roddy’s dreadful brother Dai, the self-styled Seducer Of The Valleys. The valleys of south Wales that is, the south Wales from where the clutch of Royal Medical Heroes discussed in this post emanated.
  • My post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ discussed Drs Ann and Peter Dally, dealers to the stars, their empire being facilitated by the corrupt Home Office Drugs Branch mandarin Bing Spear, who was also a great help to Dafydd. Ann Dally was suspended by the GMC after finding herself the subject of a police investigation in the 1980s, but the GMC very soon changed their mind about Ann’s unfitness to practice when it became public that Ann and Peter Dally had Patients Who Were Royals. The GMC’s change of mind might have been assisted by the Chairman at the time being Lord John Walton, Gwynne’s mate, who had refused to investigate all complaints made to the GMC by me about Gwynne and Dafydd. Bing and the rest of the Dally support network won’t have missed the blackmailing opportunity.

Ann Dally later wrote a book about her Ordeal, which was prefaced by a statement of support from Wendy Savage, another Woman Doctor who found herself Fighting The Male Medical Establishment. There was no explanation of why Socialist Feminist Wendy who hated the Tories was giving her support to Harley Street and Royal Doc Ann, who could get patients out of any mess at all but only if they paid her a lot of money. Ann, like Dafydd, did find herself at the centre of drama quite inadvertently. Before she became a dealer to the stars, Ann tried her hand at Sex Education and found herself investigated by the Obscene Publications Squad.

As a medical student at Tommy’s in the late 1950s Ann had been keen to help with the illegal abortions that she admits were taking place routinely. Ann told her readers that the abortions weren’t illegal. Yes they were Ann, it is why women could only get them if they paid you and why Tommy’s and your mate Sir Dugald Baird et al at Aberdeen University were the only two teams of Docs admitting to performing abortions under such circumstances. For some reason Dugald wielded power over Gov’t as did the docs at Tommy’s… See previous posts. Other docs certainly broke the law by performing abortions in return for cash, but on a smaller scale and they didn’t wave it under people’s noses; illegal abortions were freely available in north Wales and Chester for those with dosh. See previous posts.

Sir Dugald and his team aborted babies on ‘socio-economic grounds’ ie. because the parents of the babies were poor. Sir Dugald had no problem with wealthy people having big families, indeed he had a big brood himself, but he did not like poor people having kids. So he gave them abortions. Sir Dugald was so enthusiastic about his that the effects of his practice showed up in statistics. Everyone in medicine knew what Dugald was doing and he was doing it decades before the passing of the 1967 Abortion Act. I’m wondering if Sir Dugald did what he wanted for years in Aberdeen because of Bob Boothby’s presence as a constituency Tory MP in the area for such a long time. Bob who had an affair with Harold Macmillan’s wife Dorothy for decades, Bob who was also keen on rent boys and had a relationship with Ronnie Kray. Bob who became Lord Bob, Bob of serious organised crime in high places including among the Stars. See previous posts.

Richard Crossman’s ‘Diaries’ discussed the abortion legislation both before and after the 1967 Abortion Act being widely flouted by  ‘private nursing homes’, but Crossman admitted that the Gov’t didn’t dare take on the Top Docs.

  • Although many accounts of Sir Gordon’s death state that he was hit by a lorry, the Royal College of Surgeon’s Plarr’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ states that it was a car:
  • A keen cricketer and member of the MCC, he was a regular attender at Lords, and it was one evening on leaving the ground that he was struck down by a motor car, sustaining injuries from which he died. A touch of irony, as he was an inveterate walker and detested motor cars, and never had any desire to drive one; having sold his Rolls at the outbreak of war in 1939, he never subsequently owned a car.

    Uncle Harry, who, along with his colleagues, Did It For The Poor:

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    It must be obvious to any reader of this tale of achievement that this was no ordinary man: indeed he was rightly regarded as the doyen of surgery of his generation. Few men, if indeed any others have inspired such universal respect, admiration and affection. Pre-eminent as a surgeon himself, he performed over one hundred hind-quarter amputations, his joy was to educate, instruct and help young surgeons from all over the world. In Australia his was a name to conjure with, and at the Middlesex out of his forty house surgeons twenty-five achieved consultant status, and of these, twelve at the Middlesex itself.

    He never forgot a face and, more important, the name that went with it. Christmas cards, penned in his own florid handwriting, were sent every year to surgeons all over the world. He lived for surgery and to keep himself fit always walked and became an expert ballroom dancer. He delighted to entertain visiting surgeons in the Oriental Club or his beloved Ritz, and, although abstemious himself, he was a connoisseur of food and wine.

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    His dapper, trim figure in double-breasted jacket, hatless and with bowtie and wing collar, complete with the pink carnation in the button hole, brought a thrill of excitement to any surgeon lucky enough to encounter him and to be recognised immediately and addressed by name.

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    He was indeed, as Sir Arthur Porritt, the President, described him in his funeral oration quoting Chaucer’s words, “a very parfit gentil knight”…

    Sir Arthur was a towering Top Doc of a Very Posh nature and a previous era, the father of ecologist and Green Party politician Jonathan Porritt. See previous posts for info on both Porritts.

    He died in the Middlesex Hospital following an accident on 3 September 1960. He was cremated at Golder’s Green on 8 September, D H Patey reading the lesson. A memorial service was held in All Souls, Langham Place on Thursday 13 October 1960, conducted by the Vicar and by the Chaplain of the Middlesex Hospital. The oration was delivered by Sir Arthur Porritt, who was supported by the Council of the College. The lesson was read by T Holmes Sellors, and the church was filled by representatives of many learned societies and Sir Gordon’s colleagues, friends and patients…

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    At the outbreak of WW I, Arthur Tudor Edwards was assigned to the RAMC where he worked under Sir Cuthbert Sidney Wallace . We are told that Edwards’s ‘evolving new surgical practices in war victims left a vast impression on military medicine’. Translated, that means that Tudor Edwards experimented upon soldiers who had been injured. I am someone who accepts that new techniques must be tried and thus ‘experimentation’ is inevitable, there is no way around this and experimentation does not have to be unethical. However in Edwards’ day it nearly always was not.
    The general public are largely unaware of the contempt in which the Top Docs held their patients, it really was atrocious. ‘Your body is ours, we will not consult you or inform you, even in the event of you sustaining serious harm, even that leading to death and one word of dissent and you will be met with an entire profession screaming How Very Dare You and lying through their teeth’. This matters even today. Gwynne was of that era and although most of his colleagues in 1984 were not, when I raised concerns, no-one could cope with it at all, no-one, the crap to be concealed re Gwynne was just so great that the entire medical profession went into meltdown every time that I mentioned his name.

Furthermore in Arthur Tudor Edwards’ day, class bias was enormous and taken for granted; Officers were afforded a degree of respect that just was not evident in Top Docs’ dealings with Other Ranks.

After WW I, Tudor Edwards took a post as assistant surgeon to Gordon-Taylor at the Westminster Hospital and surgeon to the Brompton Hospital, where he was assisted by Clement Price Thomas. The interwar years were occupied with ‘pioneering intense surgery’. The treatment of war injuries, taught by surgeons Pierre Delbet and G E Gask, was applied to peacetime diseases. Edwards investigated the surgery of pulmonary tuberculosis, bronchiectasis and lung tumours and became an acknowledged expert in the area, with the backing of his colleague the physician R. A. Young and his anaesthetist Ivan Magill.

Sir Robert Arthur Young, (6 November 1871-22 August 1959), known as R. A. Young, was a TB specialist. Young was born in the village of Hilborough, Norfolk. His dad was a labourer and his mum was illiterate, signing the registration of RA’s birth with her mark. Somehow RA ended up at Westminster City School and then King’s College, London, graduating in physiology before training as a Top Doc at the Middlesex. RA also became a Licentiate of the Society of Apothecaries. He was elected Member of the Royal College of Physicians and Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians.

RA carried out postgraduate work in Vienna. Although RA wasn’t a psychiatrist, if he studied in Vienna at the turn of the century he will have undoubtedly encountered the Fruedian contingent there because they were so dominant in medicine, exerting an effect on disciplines outside of psychiatry. Some of them at least caused havoc as their work was imported into the UK over the following years, as it provided a perfect excuse for organised abuse and the concealing of the associated criminality.

Amabel Williams-Ellis’s relatives James and Alix Strachey were the two Freudian analysts who translated the complete works of Freud into English and their text remains the standard text today. See eg. post ‘The Vermin Club’. Ernest Jones, the psychiatrist from south Wales who managed to kill his new wife Morfydd Llwyn by chloroform poisoning while he performed DIY abdominal surgery on her in his parents-in-law house in south Wales but didn’t have to answer any difficult questions, was the doc who was substantially responsible for introducing Freud’s work to Britain.

Ernest Jones had died by the time that Dafydd entered the fray proper, but he did influence Gwynne and Gwynne was still using Ernest’s techniques to excuse himself when Brown and I complained about Gwynne in 1984. In Brown’s letter of complaint to D.G.E. Wood, he referred to Gwynne’s use of ‘discredited psychoanalytic theory’. Straight from Ernest in the 1940s…

Ernest Jones was mates with Kate Roberts, the Welsh novelist who grew up near Caernarfon, trained as a teacher at UCNW, then married and moved to Denbigh, where she spent the rest of her life. Kate was either seriously unhappy or clinically depressed and her husband was gay, although that has only been acknowledged relatively recently. Kate outlived her husband by decades; she died on 4 April 1985, after a lifetime spent as a Welsh language and Plaid activist, campaigning for Plaid and publishing literature in support of the party using Gwasg Gee, the publishing house at Denbigh that Kate owned.

Kate’s many novels of the Duw It’s Hard variety don’t mention how much harder it was for people incarcerated in Denbigh and their families, one has to read ‘Un Nos Ola Leuad’ (‘One Moonlit Night’) by Caradog Prichard for that. It is one of my favourite books, but the Gang put it to good use! One Moonlit Night was broadcast in Radio 4’s ‘Afternoon Play’ series on 28 March 1996. Just before The Hague announced that there would a Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse scandal. It was in spring 1996 that the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was submitted to Clwyd County Council and completely suppressed, then pulped, on the basis of legal advice given to the Council’s insurance company, Municipal Mutual, from Michael Beloff QC. See post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’

Michael Beloff is a colleague and friend of Miranda and Tony and a Human Rights lawyer. Michael’s dad Lord Max was a friend of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when the ring in north Wales enjoyed themselves in the children’s homes run by the Council. See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ Ioan lived in Bethesda, which was where Caradog Prichard grew up and set his novel. I l was living in Bethesda in 1996. Dafydd grew up in Bethesda too!

Ooh no-one knew if Caradog’s novel was based on reality or was all the imagination of the mentally ill central character ewe know, the sexual assaults, the transvestism, the murder, his mother being dragged away to Denbigh and never seen again for decades, the underaged sex ooh all set in Bethesda, ooh well it was The Old Days wasn’t it, bechod…

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When the investigations and inquiries into a possible VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire began, the Welsh Cultural World rediscovered Kate Roberts’s work and there was much media coverage of The Queen Of Our Literature. Kate’s novels were all republished by er Gwasg Gee, the publishing house that Kate had owned, even those novels that she herself had not considered worth publishing when she was alive. Someone in the US also robustly promoted Kate’s work at the time. See post ‘Feet In Chains’.

As a young woman, Kate had spent a few years teaching in south Wales. At the same time as this friend/customer of Gwynne and Dafydd’s who doubled up as a leading Methodist:

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Furthermore George Thomas was active in the NUT…

After his time in Vienna, RA Young returned to London to work as a junior doc at the Middlesex and Brompton Hospitals and also later at the King Edward VII Sanatorium near Midhurst, Sussex. RA’s students at the Middlesex Hospital included renowned neurologist Paul Sandifer. RA Young established a Harley Street practice, continuing there long after his retirement from the Middlesex Hospital in 1936, which made him a very wealthy man.

They Do It For The Poor!

RA advised on King George VI’s lung cancer in 1951. At various times RA also served as lecturer, Warden of the Middlesex Hospital Medical College, pathologist and museum curator at the Middlesex Hospital.

RA: Father Of Gwynne and So Many More:

A photograph of R. A. Young

RA Young chaired the National Association for the Prevention of Tuberculosis.

RA died on 22 Aug 1959, by which time Gwynne’s crimes were causing ructions in Macmillan’s Gov’t.

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Supermac will hold another reshuffle shortly! Best of all on 8 Oct 1959, Geraint Morgan QC was elected as the Tory MP for Denbigh; Geraint won as a result of the Liberal Party co-operating with him at a Time Of National Crisis. See previous posts and ‘Cymro 007’.

Gwynne had his famous slightly older peer Paul Sandifer to provide scaffolding for a while, but ooh dear, Professor Paul didn’t make old bones, like so many…

Paul Harmer Sandifer (25 April 1908-29 December 1964) is considered one of the early founders of paediatric neurology in Great Britain.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online tells us:

Paul Harmer Sandifer

b.25 April 1908 d.29 December 1964
DPM Eng(1937) MRCS LRCP(1934) MRCP(1936) FRCP(1950)

Paul Sandifer, son of Dr Henry Stephen Sandifer, M.D., a Kensington general practitioner, 

Dr Henry will have been Doing It For The Poor in Kensington

and of Evelyn Lee, was educated at Mill Hill School. His medical school was the Middlesex Hospital, where he excelled himself in athletics, being at one time victor ludorum as well as captain of the Rugby football team. After qualification he served at the Middlesex Hospital as house physician to Dr Douglas MacAlpine in the neurological department, to Sir Alan Moncrieff in the department of paediatrics, and to Sir Robert Young and Dr G. E. Beaumont. At the Brompton Hospital in 1935 he became house physician to Dr Beaumont and Dr Clifford Hoyle. He returned to the Middlesex Hospital in 1936 as casualty medical officer. The following year he held a residency at the Maudsley Hospital, which helped him to attain the diploma of psychological medicine.

At this time academic standards at the Maudsley were laughable and the institution was dominated by some impressively mad, offensive Top Docs, such as Sir Aubrey Lewis. Some of the senior docs at the Maudsley during that era had connections with the German Top Docs who later took part in the Holocaust. One Maudsley Top Doc had attended a conference – and published – with one of the Nazi docs who was one of the Brains behind the gas chambers. Some of those docs were still at the Maudsley when Dafydd ‘trained’ there. See previous posts eg. ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ and ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’

With this impressive clinical background he went to the National Hospital, Queen Square, where, up to the outbreak of the War, he served first as house physician, and later as senior resident medical officer.

The National Hospital at Queen Square was where Roger Gilliatt made his reputation. According to Roger Gilliatt’s obituarists, the National Hospital at Queen Square was nowt but a tin shed staffed by a few incompetents until Roger arrived and transformed it into a Global Leader during the 1960s. See previous posts. So what did Paul Sandifer learn at Queen’s Square if what we are told about Roger is true?

During the Second World War he was appointed initially neurologist to Sector 5 of the Emergency Medical Service. He then entered the Royal Air Force as a neuropsychiatrist, and rose to the rank of wing commander. He continued as civilian consultant in neuropsychiatry in the R.A.F, from 1946 until 1951.

It was the neuropsychiatrists who were enthusiastic about psychosurgery. Paul Sandifer was of the generation of neuropsychiatrists who practised during the years of Peak Lobotomy.

In 1946 he was appointed assistant physician to the Maida Vale Hospital for Nervous Disorders, and also to the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital. Two years later he became neurologist to the Mount Vernon Hospital and Radium Institute. From 1948 until 1953 he was also neurologist to the Oxford Regional Hospital Board.

Previous posts have discussed the Oxford Regional Hospital Board and how for years during the 1960s and 70s it was Chaired by Richard Crossman’s pal Dame Isabel Graham Bryce. Dame Isabel’s husband was Alexander Graham Bryce, who worked as a thoracic surgeon in Manchester during the 1930s and 40s. Pre-WW II, Dame Isabel sat on various NHS Boards in Manchester, including that of Manchester Children’s Hospital. Dame Isabel and her husband were part of high society, they’ll have known the big wigs in Manchester at the time who were concealing organised abuse and criminality, including that based at the North Wales Hospital and the activities of the Welsh Bloomsbury Group at Cwm Croesor. Then the Dame and her husband moved south and she began running the NHS in the Oxford area, as well as sitting on numerous bodies concerned with health and welfare, including regulatory and training bodies. See post ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’

Although there was an elite university down the road, Oxford hosted the Cowley Road Hospital, a long-stay institution in which patients were so scandalously neglected and abused that once Rosemary Rue – a Top Doc with a physical disability who faced such bigotry from The Profession that as a young Top Doc she was rendered virtually unemployable – discovered what was going on there in the late 1960s her career rocketed skywards. Rosemary had added ammunition as well as the standard ‘I witnessed what state those patients were in’: Rosemary’s friend was punched in the face by a Top Doc who worked at Cowley Road. Why? Because Rosemary’s friend was a Darkie and the Top Doc at Cowley didn’t think that a Darkie should be sharing a flat (and I suspect a bed) with a White Lady Doctor.

Rosemary ended her career as Dame Rosemary Rue, one of the most senior women in NHS management/governance after Ken Clarke Reorganised The NHS in the 1980s. Thanks to Ken, Dame Rosemary was the Boss Lady of the Regional Health Authority serving Oxfordshire and the neighbouring counties. There was a sizeable problem with class A drug use and sexual exploitation in Oxford and Oxfordshire which continued unhindered by the Dame, but she received accolades nonetheless. See post ‘Uncle Harry’s Friends…’

Rosemary Rue

Oxfordshire also hosted the notorious Littlemore Hospital, an asylum which Richard Crossman visited as an Oxford City Councillor in the 1930s and never forgot the gothic spectacle that greeted him. Crossman returned to Littlemore when he was Wilson’s Secretary of State at the DHSS, by which time Dame Isabel had chaired the Regional Health Board for some years and was delighted to see that Littlemore had been transformed, with a lick of paint and new curtains. See ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’. Yet other entries in his ‘Diaries’ make it clear that Crossman rated Isabel so highly because she was highly effective at concealing the serious abuse of patients at Littlemore and other institutions.

The caring professionals of Oxfordshire didn’t just sexually exploit and neglect vulnerable adults, they had fun with children in care as well. The ring of child abusers in Oxfordshire was facilitated for many years by social work manager Barbara Kahan and her husband, child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan. Babs was the manager of social worker Louis Minster, who, when he later became Director of Social Services for Richmond-upon-Thames, was discovered to be an active paedophile who was abusing kids in care. The notorious Elm Guest House was located near Richmond, the venue for a collection of VIP child abusers, including it is alleged Cyril Smith and Leon Brittan.

At one point the police planned a raid on a B&B where Louis Minster was expected to attend a kiddie sex session. Because it was predicted that children would need to be taken to a Place Of Safety, the police gave the Social Services advanced warning of the raid and asked for social work presence. The Social Services Shared The Information with Louis, him being the boss and he changed his plans. The raid went ahead, nothing suspicious was found and the world was reassured once again that allegations of en masse abuse of kids in care by the Safeguarders themselves was all stuff and nonsense.

Mind how you go Mr Minster Sir!

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Babs Kahan was appointed a Gov’t children’s social work adviser to Keith Joseph, Heath’s Secretary of State for the DHSS. Babs served as Joseph’s adviser throughout Heath’s term of office and hung around as a Gov’t adviser long after Heath had gone.

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Keith Joseph was in the thick of the Ministers who concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring, Dafydd, Gwynne et al. Joseph was an MP for a Leeds constituency in Jimmy Savile Central and among his many roles, he was Secretary of State for the DES, 11 Sept 1981-21 May 1986. So Joseph was in post from approx. two weeks before I arrived at UCNW for Freshers’ Week until shortly after my friend Anne, a PhD student at UCNW was killed by the Gang. Gwynne was sitting in the Student Health Centre when Joseph was appointed, remained there through much of Joseph’s incumbency and died a few months after Joseph stepped down from the DES. I was the student who kicked up the biggest fuss about Gwynne, but there were many other complaints and the whole institution was being used as a vehicle for the Gang anyway.

Before Keith Joseph entered politics he was involved with the family business, the construction company Bovis and trained as a barrister. Joseph was, like Ronnie Waterhouse, a member of Middle Temple. From 1959, Joseph served in a number of junior posts in Macmillan’s Govt and then during the Night Of The Long Knives, Macmillan appointed him Minister for Housing and Local Government. Joseph replaced Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate, the dreadful Top Doc Lord Charles Hill, who had been ejected from the Cabinet along with a few other mates of Gwynne and Dafydd’s. Joseph was Minister for Housing and Local Gov’t, 13 July 1962-16 Oct 1964, serving under Douglas-Home after Macmillan stood down.

Therefore Joseph not only knew about Dafydd and Gwynne’s criminality, but he knew who concealed it and how and then he too had to keep a lid on it after Macmillan had kicked Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates out of the Cabinet during the Night Of The Long Knives.

Joseph was in Gov’t along with Edward du Cann when my grandfather was denouncing du Cann as a crook and when Maurice Macmillan was swindling my father. See post ‘Shurely Shome Mishtake’.

Keith Joseph was of course considered to be the intellectual origin of Thatcherism but blew his own chances of becoming Tory Leader in 1975 by making a speech in which he expressed his concerns that the poor were breeding like rabbits and would soon outnumber Nice People, thus causing an imbalance in society. Or that is the official line. They were all such vipers that the real reason may have been very different. Thatch wanted to be Leaderene and she had been encouraged to stand and was then robustly supported by none other than Sir Peter Morrison, who by then had become the MP for Chester and was using the services of Dafydd and Gwynne. Thatch knew about the Gang and was personally friends with three of the members, Morrison, George Thomas and Savile. It is entirely possible that Morrison and his mates themselves blackmailed Joseph and forced him to drop his leadership ambitions to make way for Thatch and the eugenics-themed speech was used as an excuse…

It was Edward du Cann who had organised the attempted overthrow of Ted Heath as Leader because du Cann wanted that particular job. du Cann had to forget about that ambition after the collapse of one of his companies which in characteristic du Cann style left many people out of pocket but not du Cann. See post ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’.

My grandfather was denouncing du Cann as a crook long before it became clear that du Cann was indeed a crook. I have previously discussed on this blog the info that I have received informing me that I was targeted because of my grandfather challenging du Cann, who was involved in businesses with some of Dafydd and Gwynne’s network. There is a hint that my grandfather’s voluble denouncing of du Cann’s dishonesty may have been one of the reasons why du Cann eventually found himself tripped up and his Tory leadership plans scuppered. I doubt that my grandfather would have had the power to have done that, but somebody else may have used the info to shaft du Cann.

Previous posts have mentioned that whereas my grandfather and father were rude about Tom King, the Tory MP for Bridgwater who succeeded Gerald Wills, the Tory for whom my grandfather campaigned, maintaining that King was an unprincipled git, other relatives of mine were not so hostile to Tom King and worked for the constituency Tory Party during the 1970s. One of them had lunch with Thatch as well when Thatch was Education Secretary; Thatch will have already had leadership plans by then no matter how often she affected her ‘Ooh no there’ll never be a woman Prime Minister in my lifetime’ line.

I suspect that those working on behalf of King and dining with Thatch were all ruthlessly manipulated by a load of unscrupulous politicians on the make who were prepared to collude with a gang of paedophiles in order to get into Gov’t. For years Brown and I presumed that Bridgwater remained a town with economic and social problems compared with so much of the rest of Somerset because Tom King wasn’t actually interested in Bridgwater, neglected his constituency and wouldn’t make an effort to improve matters. It seems to have been rather worse than that. The picture that I am building up is that of Lord King and his wife Jane of One Sausage Roll All Evening actively colluding with the shafting of Bridgwater and its constituents -and in particular Brown and me – in return for King bagging ever more impressive Cabinet posts. Commentators and comedians such as ‘Spitting Image’ always noted King’s mysterious rise through the Tory Party based on an obvious lack of ability or achievement. The mystery can be solved when one considers that a branch of Dafydd and Gwynne’s business operated in the Bridgwater area and that Brown and I challenged the Gang, both of us coming from Tory families in the Bridgwater area. It did wonders for Tom King’s career. Furthermore my grandfather had died when I was 13 so he wasn’t around to do battle with King et al.

Now here’s something interesting. King became MP for Bridgwater after Gerald Wills died suddenly while in office. My grandfather was suddenly put out of action not long afterwards; he didn’t die until I was13, but he had a big stroke which left him paralysed down one side not long after Gerald Wills died. Grandpa was still the Chairman of his company in Bridgwater and busy with the Tories. There was a major panic and attempts to effectively hold Board meetings with grandpa in hospital after a few days when he (unexpectedly) lived and even managed to say a few words.

Immediately after his stroke my grandfather was in Frenchay Hospital in Bristol and then he was transferred to Musgrove Park in Taunton. I can’t remember in which hospital it happened, but he nearly pegged out all over again in hospital. Firstly because he fell out of bed, sustained an injury and the Angels ‘didn’t realise’ and then because his alarm button was placed on his paralysed side so he couldn’t reach it…

The rationale that the Angels gave for not knowing that grandpa had fallen out of bed was an interesting one. It was because he was a private patient in a private room so ooh if only he’d not been a private patient… At that time the NHS unions were giving Ted Heath’s Gov’t a hard time (although it had been the BMA who had effectively won Heath the election in 1970 by making a point of supporting him not Harold Wilson) and one of the flashpoints was private beds within NHS hospitals…

For what its worth I’m firmly of the opinion that patients are at risk from Top Docs and Angels involved in crime whether they are NHS or private patients.

Then there was the row between my grandfather and the Top Docs at the Nuffield Hospital in Taunton after my grandfather alleged that the Angels were running a prostitution racket there. The Top Docs declared grandpa to be mad and threatened to section him if he was not taken home, although they still charged him for the weeks that he’d booked in advance. I was later told that there was indeed a prostitution racket in the Nuffield, it was an outpost of the prostitution racket in the NHS hospitals in Taunton. See previous posts.

Dafydd held ‘clinics’ at the Grosvenor Nuffield Hospital at Chester. Carlo’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the 6th Duke of Westminster – who was President of Chester Constituency Conservative Association while Peter Morrison was the constituency MP – was a Committee Member of Nuffield Hospitals from 1995 until his death in Aug 2016. Richard Crossman’s ‘Diaries’ mention that the Abortion Act 1967 was routinely flouted by the Nuffield Hospitals and the Gov’t were impotent in the face of the medical profession. Previous posts eg. ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’ discuss how until about 1990, every Top Doc in north Wales was part of an unlawful conspiracy to deny all women NHS abortions, although women were referred on demand to a ‘private clinic’ in Chester, which was known to be so dangerous that in the past, women’s lives had been put at risk. At least one private facility providing terminations in Chester was the Grosvenor Nuffield Hospital.

In the wake of the late 1980s Staffordshire Pindown Scandal, Babs Kahan was appointed to Co-Chair the subsequent Public Inquiry, along with Sir Allen Levy QC. Babs and Levy found Terrible Abuse of children in Staffordshire, but as with the Jillings Report, they didn’t fess up just how terrible, that it was directly linked to organised abuse rings in other parts of the UK and that it had impacted on the local NHS leading to disaster and that had been concealed by everyone as well. Allan Levy has worked with the GMC and Top Doctors. See previous posts.

Babs’s CV also boasts of Babs’s work with Peter Righton, the social work academic who was convicted of child sex offences. Babs explained that Righton was a Cunning Paedophile who had Duped her and that she hadn’t wanted to stigmatise him for Being Gay. Babs worked with the NCB (National Children’s Bureau). Sir Paul Ennals, son of Dafydd’s mate Lord David Ennals, served as the CEO of the NCB.

See previous posts for info on Minister, Levy, Ennals, Righton and eg. ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’ for gen on Babs.

From 1949-67, Dr John Fisher Owen aka JOF Davies was Senior Administrative Medical Officer to the Oxford Regional Hospital Board. JOF was yet another Middlesex trained Top Doc who was a mate of Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist. From 1961-63, JOF was seconded to the Ministry of Health as Senior Principal Medical Officer. So Gwynne’s mate was called to the highest echelons in the Ministry of Health when Enoch Powell was Harold Macmillan’s Health Minister, when Macmillan knew that the Profumo Affair might become horribly public and JOF remained in post as the Profumo Affair subsequently splattered Macmillan’s Gov’t. It was in 1961 that Powell visited Denbigh, made the publish display of ‘I’ll close you lot down for this’, returned to London, made one public speech in which he repeated his plans to close every asylum in the country and then backed off and remained silent for ever more. There are no references as to why in the Powell papers, or so the archivist responsible told me, but perhaps I ought to take a look at those papers myself before I take their word for granted. Although one has to book an appointment to rifle through Powell’s papers, HOLD ON EVERYONE, SALLY BAKER’S ON HER WAY, LET’S REMOVE ALL REFERENCES TO GWYNNE AND DAFYDD…

For many years post-WW II, Dr John Owen Fisher aka ‘JOF’ Davies was the most senior administrative Top Doc in the Oxfordshire Regional Health Authority. JOF was also seconded to work in a senior capacity in the Ministry of Health. In 1965 JOF was made an honorary Doc to Lilibet and given a CBE.

JOF qualified at the Middlesex and was yet another buddy of Gwynne’s. JOF’s BMJ obit curiously stated that it was JOF and his colleague John Ravens (another senior Top Doc who held roles in NHS Governance in that era, including as Chair of the Wessex Regional Health Board) who ensured that Enoch Powell’s 1961 Hospital Plan (the document which proposed the closure of the asylums) was ‘made possible’ by implementing it in their own regions. But it is a matter of historical fact that the 1961 Hospital Plan was rewritten with the bit re closing the asylums omitted, the Hospital Plan then simply being one of Investing In New Hospitals! It was a winner!!

So Gwynne’s mate JOF found himself at the top of the Ministry of Health under Macmillan, while the shit hit the fan re Profumo and Gwynne continued lobotomising and Dafydd continued shagging at Denbigh. JOF was in fact one of those who ensured that the asylums, particularly Denbigh, were not closed…

The Chief Medical Officer when JOF was at the top of the Ministry of Health was the old crook Sir George Godber, who when Deputy CMO had helped Nye establish the NHS. See previous posts. Godber’s brother I am sure was Joseph Godber who was the Tory MP for Grantham as Thatch rose up through the Tory Party. The Godbers went to Bedford School, a sort of training ground for future members of the security services, along with Geraint Morgan QC. See post ‘Cymro 007!’

JOF qualified at the Middlesex in 1931, probably a few years before Gwynne. After qualification, JOF was Deputy Medical Officer of Health to the Borough of Willesden and Principal Assistant Medical Officer to Middlesex County Council. He was later Deputy Senior Administrative Medical Officer to the North West Metropolitan Regional Board and then in 1949, JOF took up the senior role with Oxford Regional Hospital Board. The North West Metropolitan Regional Board will have covered Hampstead/Camden area. As discussed in previous posts, many of those who facilitated organised abuse were the affluent professionals (including Top Docs) and politicians from across the spectrum living in the Hampstead area and those being exploited slummed it on the other side of the tracks at St Pancras/Holborn.

The Labour MP for St Pancras North, 1949-70 was Gwynne and Dafydd’s mate Sir Kenneth Robinson, who succeeded Powell as Health Minister. Sir Kenneth was a leading light in MIND and covered up a mountain of crap in the NHS but was the subject of contempt from Richard Crossman because as far as Crossman was concerned, Robinson was a limited little pen-pusher who didn’t know how to cover things up properly, Robinson’s strategies were too transparent. Richard Crossman, being a senior officer in the security services knew how to cover up the grossest abuses of the state without being caught, which will have been why Harold Wilson put him in charge of the NHS in 1968 AND gave Crossman responsibility for merging the Ministries of Health and Social Services to form the new mega-dept, the DHSS, which gobbled up money and was the most powerful Gov’t dept. As well as the one that facilitated the Westminster Paedophile Ring and could not control criminal Top Docs, but was highly effective at controlling the Lower Orders and providing well-paid jobs for middle class people who Did It For The Poor.

Eric Hobsbawm and Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law lived in Hampstead/Primrose Hill. As of course did Eric’s pal Michael Foot. Harold Wilson was resident in the area, so was Hugh Gaitskill and many more of those who loved the NHS because Gwynne and JOF Did It For The Poor.

When the Council for the Professions Supplementary to Medicine was formed in 1961, JOF was one of the members. In 1967 JOF became Secretary of the Central Committee on Postgraduate Medical Education and in 1970, when the Council for Postgraduate Medical Education was formed, he became the first Secretary.

JOF’s major achievement though must surely have been keeping the Tories in power after the Profumo Affair. JOF was there in the Ministry of Health with Enoch Powell and George Godber, concealing the Himalayas of crap, which included leading Tories shagging rent boys and hanging out with the Krays.

The Krays were running the East End and the rent boy/prostitution rackets when Dafydd and Gwynne’s partner gang based at the London Hospital were facilitating organised abuse. Elwyn Jones – later Lord Elwyn-Jones and Lord Chancellor under Wilson and Callaghan – was the bent lawyer from West Wales who doubled up as the MP for an East End constituency for years and was one of the Gang’s key legal links between Wales and the East End. See previous posts for info on Elwyn, his Artist wife Pearl aka Polly Binder who Loved The People Of the East End and their son Dan, social worker and Artist, who also Loves The East End.

Dafydd Hated the English and Helped Welsh People.

Yma O Hyd!

Harold Macmillan resigned on 18 Oct 1963 and Sir Alec Douglas-Home succeeded as Leader and as PM on 19 Oct 1963, as a result of what was alleged to have been an old Etonian stitch-up with Lilibet’s blessing. I mentioned in ‘Cymro 007’ that Sir Alec’s son and heir David married Jane Williams-Wynne, a member of the Williams-Wynne family who have been very influential in north Wales for many years. ‘Cymru 007’ discussed the MPs who had represented the various constituencies in which the North Wales Hospital was located, one of whom was Sir Watkin Williams-Wynn, the Tory MP for Denbighshire, 1841-85.

The Wind Of Change:

Sir Watkin Williams-Wynn, 6th Baronet aka ‘The King of Wales’

 

 

The Earl of Home
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David Douglas-Home in 2018
Member of the House of Lords
Lord Temporal
Assumed office
24 September 1996
Hereditary peerage
Preceded by Alec Douglas-Home (1963)
Personal details
Born 20 November 1943 (age 75)
Westminster, London, UK
Nationality British
Political party Conservative
Spouse(s)
Jane Williams-Wynne (m. 1972)
Children 3
Parents
Alma mater Christ Church, Oxford

 

JOF died in early 1978. When JOF pegged out, Mr Thrope knew that he was sooner or later going to be standing trial for a very serious offence. Mr Thrope was subsequently committed for trial at the Old Bailey at Minehead Magistrates’ Court later in 1978. Mr Thrope whose family were friend with the Lloyd George’s and who had grown up with the Lloyd George children as playmates.

 

But it is as the pioneer of British paediatric neurology that Paul Sandifer will be most vividly and affectionately remembered. Although a few neurologists in this country had at an earlier date evinced some special interest in the nervous disorders occurring in children—notably F. E. Batten, James Taylor and W. G. Wyllie— there were no recognised and established paediatric neurologists in the North American meaning of the term. When in 1953 the Board of the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, created a department of neurology, Paul Sandifer was the obvious choice. This was his greatest hour in the professional sense, for he threw himself into this new sphere of activity with characteristic enthusiasm. His previous training under Moncrieff proved invaluable, for he had a conspicuous ability to understand the sick child and command its trust and affection.

Note: ‘Its’ trust and affection..’ ‘Command’ as well, rather than ‘gain’ or ‘engender’. This lot are a real bundle of fun aren’t they.

His many hours of hospital service, particularly at Great Ormond Street, involved an exhaustive but gentle study of his patients,

Commanding the trust and affection of these inanimate objects as he went

followed by the writing of most conscientious and detailed reports or correspondence. Patients and staff were intrigued by his elegance and youthful charm.

Do we actually know this? In one interview with the ‘North Wales Weekly News’, Dafydd was described as being ‘attractive to women’. I sat in a psych ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd while two (male) psych Angels read that interview and screamed with laughter, pointed at the accompanying photo of Dafydd in the paper and said ‘Yes they’ve captured the dandruff, he’s covered in it as usual’.

At the time I just thought ‘God what an insult from the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ in view of the sheer number of complaints that female patients have made about Dafydd and as for the rumours swirling around north Wales re his appalling conduct towards staff, ex-wives, mistresses…’. There really was no way that the journos hadn’t heard about Dafydd.

Once more I have been rather slow. That ‘profile’ of Dafydd appeared in the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ while I was an inpatient in Ysbyty Gwynedd, my alleged symptoms being my ‘delusions’ about Dafydd having behaved indecently towards me and many other female patients.

Would Jeff Crowther and John Thomas, the two Angels who just roared with laughter at that ‘profile’ of Dafydd and took the piss out of the Sex God’s dandruff, green teeth etc and who KNEW that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients like to tell all that they know? Including who arranged that interview and article when the dangerous nutter who had made ‘allegations’ about Dafydd and who I understand was also working as a prostitute (how I had time to do that in addition to committing my many other crimes I do not know) was sitting in Ysbyty Gwynedd being told that her complaints re Dafydd would not even be documented because they were ‘delusional’?

Previous posts have mentioned that my NHS files contained personal notes from journos working on the local papers in north Wales to Dafydd about me and about letters that I wrote to newspapers and even clippings of newspaper reports featuring me after the Gang had me framed in Court. My file also contained newspaper clippings of reviews of art exhibitions held by Patient F and even academic articles that I published more recently about the mental health services.

Then there was Elizabeth Carter, a local journo from north Wales, who was admitted to the Hergest Unit with depression after suffering from cancer. Elizabeth was in hospital on one of the occasions when I was, she certainly received much better ‘care’ than anyone else; some two weeks later, an article appeared in the local paper, written by Elizabeth, re Ah the doctors they were wonderful. If they had been, Elizabeth would have done a fine job by publicising it, but when Elizabeth wrote that article, the ‘service’ really had begun to implode, complaints were mounting up, the better staff were leaving, there had been well-publicised deaths etc. Elizabeth’s article appeared as the investigations into the possible paedophile ring were underway. See previous posts.

 

His arresting manner of teaching, at times so informal in terminology as to be startling, delighted his students.

Er, I think that I can read between the lines here. Medical students always enjoy it when academic Top Docs behave as they shouldn’t, whether it is showing them photos of female patients in the bath as Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees used to (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’), or saying ‘cock’ instead of ‘penis’ as I suspect that Paul Sandifer did. One of our lecturers when I was doing that MSc at Hammersmith turned up to the lecture so drunk that he couldn’t actually give the lecture, he tried to but he was so pissed that he kept getting confused. His flies were undone as well. It was interesting but even we took the view ‘We have a lot to get through on this course and we need to know this subject’. There were  quite a few of us who were self-funding and had parted with much dosh to hear the drunken one. He had come over as a guest lecturer from UCL…

Such an introduction to the manifold and obscure nervous disorders of childhood made him a pioneer within a terra parve cognita.

For years he was intrigued by the diverse and progressive cerebral syndromes of infancy and early childhood, including, for example, subacute sclerosing encephalitis. Perhaps his principal interest lay in an attempt to unravel the mystique of such untidy syndromes as the ‘floppy’ infant and the ‘spastic’ child.

I used to babysit a ‘floppy’ child after I graduated from UCNW, just before I went to Hammersmith. I got to know his mum and dad well. His mum had been treated badly when in labour at St David’s Hospital, Bangor and subsequent complaints from her and her husband were ignored. They kept telling the Top Docs that they thought that something was seriously wrong with their son. They were told that he was just a ‘floppy’ baby. When he was three, it was admitted by the Top Docs that he had serious brain damage, was intellectually intact but had no muscle control over any part of his body. He had been delivered by the same obstetrician who had either seriously damaged or killed the baby of a local policeman during the delivery.

At that point the obstetrician left the employ of Gwynedd Health Authority and bagged a senior job in Australia. The policeman and his wife began legal action against Gwynedd Health Authority. The parents of the little boy for whom I babysat attempted to do so themselves but they were refused access to the medical records and told that there was no evidence that the fuss that Christopher’s mum and her husband had made about the management of the birth had any basis.

By that time, I had made friends with a secretary at St David’s Hospital. She told me that the place was lethal, there had been stillbirth after stillbirth – including her own baby – and that there was one particular senior midwife who was allocated to speak to parents who’s baby had been injured or died on the basis that she was just so intimidating that most distraught parents would not continue with the complaint after encountering her.

My post ‘The BMA and It’s Ethics’ provides further details of the Everyday Story Of St David’s Folk eg. the unlawful abduction of newborn babies from vulnerable women – not even just young unmarried women either -as a result of collusion between abusive family members and Top Docs, including Dafydd and the hostile ‘care’ given to women who experienced miscarriages after they stood accused of – on the basis of no evidence at all – carrying out abortions on themselves.

Meanwhile, the Top Docs across the whole of north Wales had all made an agreement to refuse all women NHS abortions whatever their circumstances, which almost certainly led to some women procuring their own abortions and therefore staff suspected any woman who was miscarrying. Of course though any woman could be referred, on demand, to the ‘private clinic’ in Chester for an abortion, as long as they paid. All politicians knew about it, as did Wimmin’s Aid. No-one said a word. See previous posts, including ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’.

Is there anyone more hypocritical than the Top Doctors and Angels? Putting women who are miscarrying a much wanted child through THAT because they are running an illegal abortion racket?

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Sister Hutt, founder of Welsh Wimmin’s Aid, LSE-educated social worker and daughter of a London Top Doctor:

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Sister Llwyd, founder of Wimmin’s Aid in Rhyl, a midwife who grew up in a small village near Denbigh:

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Sister Llwyd married Ieuan Wyn Jones, son of a Minister of Religion at Denbigh. Ieuan was a lawyer in Ruthin, near Denbigh before he entered politics. Ieuan stood unsuccessfully as the Plaid candidate for Denbigh, but had better luck in 1987 when he was elected as the Plaid MP for Ynys Mon. Ieaun later became the AM for Ynys Mon as well and then Deputy FM! See previous posts.

The Two Goons!

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As for Christopher, the ‘floppy baby’ whom I used to babysit in 1986, he’ll be in his mid-30s by now. His surname was Owen. I lost touch with his parents because my friend Anne was killed by the Gang during the months that I was babysitting Christopher and I stopped babysitting him a few weeks after that. I have since been told that the Top Docs told Christopher’s parents that I was A Danger To Their Children (Christopher had a sister, Helen). It’s one way of dealing with  someone who constantly found evidence of serious misconduct and crime on the part of D.G.E. Wood, Dafydd and their mates.

Sandifer firmly held that the diplegias of childhood were essentially problems of paediatric neurology. Unfortunately he contributed little to contemporary literature; his premature death left unfinished his projected monograph* on paediatric neurology, so that his many original ideas have perforce been transmitted merely by the recollection of his clinical lectures and demonstrations.

Well fancy that! The Founder of Paediatric Neurology in Britain and the man who established the Dept of Neurology at Great Ormond Street didn’t leave a trace of the written word behind him. The font of knowledge is entirely the matter of myth years after the great man’s demise.

His interests outside medicine ranged from travel in out of the way regions, the ballet, musical appreciation and haute cuisine, to indoor gardening and fast cars.

In 1939 he married Dr Sheila Anderson, daughter of Herbert Anderson, J.P.; she was anaesthetist to Great Ormond Street. They had no children.

This tribute to the Founder Of  Paediatric Neurology who never managed to put pen to paper was written by Richard Trail, who wrote a lot of hagiographies of Top Docs who had close connections to criminals and abusers for the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online. Readers may have noticed that a number of the Top Docs’ names dropped by Trail in the above tribute have appeared in previous posts, including that of another Founder Of British Paediatrics and of the Great Ormond Street Institute of Child Health, Alan Moncrieff. They were members of the group of Top Docs who trained and/or worked with Oliver Brooke et al who then ran the international trafficking ring during the 1970s, 80s and 90s. They were part of a huge network of Top Docs who had facilitated abuse in the heart of the ‘world leading’ London hospitals, including GOSH. That is how Jimmy Savile was able to drop in at will and how ‘no-one knew’.

With Audrey Callaghan as Chair of GOSH and Sunny Jim helping with the fundraising (see previous posts) what ever could go wrong?

Lest readers try and comfort themselves with the idea that Moncrieff and co were all a long time ago and GOSH will have upped their standards since those days, in 1987 I met a girl on a train who was a clinical psychologist at GOSH. She was a UCNW graduate, had trained as a clin psy at Bangor, knew about Dafydd, had been sexually harassed by him and told me that it was horrific at Denbigh, ‘everyone just gets out of there as soon as they can’. She was not Dafydd, but she knew about him, she was working in the World Leading GOSH, was a witness to organised abuse and serious crime in north Wales and was saying nothing. It was a reference from Dafydd’s Gang that bagged her the job at GOSH. She was the same age as me and will still be working in child psychology, probably holding a Chair or a very senior position in management/governance by now.

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Paul Sandifer studied law for a brief period before deciding to change to medicine. Sandifer syndrome was named in his honour by his former student, Marcel Kinsbourne. Marcel Kinsbourne (born 1931), who will no doubt have happy memories of Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist’s pal saying ‘cock’ in lectures, is an Austrian-born paediatric neurologist and cognitive neuroscientist who was an early pioneer in the study of brain lateralization. Kinsbourne obtained his M.D. and D.M. degrees at Oxford University, where he served on the Psychology Faculty as of 1964 before relocating to the US in 1967. Kinsbourne has held Chairs in both Neurology and Psychology at Duke University and the University of Toronto and headed the Behavioural Neurology Research Division at the Shriver Center in Boston, Massachusetts. Kinsbourne also served as President of the International Neuropsychological Society and the Society for Philosophy and Psychology.

Kinsbourne has published around 400 articles in multiple areas of cognitive neuroscience, including brain-behaviour relations; contralateral brain organization; consciousness; imitation; laterality among normal and abnormal populations; memory and amnestic disorders; unilateral neglect; attention and ADHD; autism; learning disabilities; intellectual disability and dyslexia.

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

 

It was in 1936 that Arthur Tudor Edwards was appointed as first Director of the Department of Thoracic Surgery at the London Hospital, which meant him giving up general surgery at the Westminster Hospital. Edwards remained a consulting surgeon to King Edward VII’s Sanatorium at Midhurst and to Queen Alexandra’s Hospital, Millbank. Edwards was surgeon under the Ministry of Pensions to Queen Mary’s Hospital, Roehampton. He also oversaw the London County Council’s Thoracic Clinic at St Mary Abbott’s Hospital, Kensington.

The London County Council had a long and glorious history of facilitating organised abuse and of allowing Top Docs to do whatever they wanted, no matter how many patients were killed. The London County Council did make a token effort to rein in Dr William Sargant in the 1950s, but although Sargant was a lethal embarrassment – Tommy’s equivalent of Dafydd who has now been written out of medical history re the standard texts – the LCC were so ineffective that Dr Death was working as William Sargant’s research registrar in the 1960s, prior to Dr Death entering the Commons. See post ‘Dr Death’. The whole medical world knew that the hated Dr Death had been as culpable re those poor sods who died in the ‘care’ of William Sargant, but no, in Dr Death’s long and illustrious career in politics, no-one has ever done a ‘Now then…’ on Dr Death and mentioned the matter of those horrific experiments conducted on William Sargant’s ward at Tommy’s which killed so many. The wall of ‘Ah the doctors they were wonderful’ remains in place.

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Between 1938 and 1939, Tudor Edwards suffered two severe illnesses, following which he continued as a civilian consultant with the RAF, adviser for thoracic casualties to the Ministry of Health and civilian adviser to the War Office throughout WW II. He structured the response facilities for thoracic casualties under the Emergency Medical Service. Instituting a School of Thoracic Surgeons in Great Britain, Edwards became a leading mentor. During the years of war he provided intensive courses of instruction for service thoracic units, visiting these units all over the country.

Despite serving numerous hospitals, the Brompton was Edwards’s most desirable place to operate. He was assisted at the Brompton by Price Thomas and anaesthetist Ivan Magill. The number of heart and lung operations at the Brompton rose from 49 in 1908 to 252 in 1928 and 1054 in 1938.

Descriptions of Tudor Edwards’s work load and his attitude to his colleagues suggest that Edwards played fast and loose in the operating theatre, so fast and loose that most would describe him as seriously reckless. No-one stopped him, after all he was Tudor Edwards.

On the international platform in his 40s, Edwards became an honorary fellow of the American Society of Thoracic Surgeons and President of the Society of Thoracic Surgeons in Great Britain. In the ultimate years of his life, Edwards was nominated the first President of the new Association for the Study of Diseases of the Chest and contributed a survey of 1000 operations for bronchial carcinoma to the first number of the journal Thorax.

Edwards married Evelyn Imelda Chichester Hoskin, daughter of Theophilus Hoskin, MRCS, of London and Cornwall on 13 April 1920. They were not blessed with children.

A ‘shy and private person, sometimes seen as cold and arrogant’, Edwards was feared amongst juniors. Russell Brock had declared himself to be “much junior to him so could not necessarily expect a warm friendliness but it was rare to see him warm and friendly although he could be so”.

Here’s Tudor Evans, all bashful:

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On 25 August 1946, Edwards was spending his holiday in St Enodoc, Cornwall. Known to be recurrently unwell, his sudden death was still felt as a surprise. Edwards died at 56 years old, which isn’t much of a testament to his own profession. Tudor Edwards was buried at St Enodoc’s Church. Lord Horder delivered an obituary oration at a memorial service in London.

Lord Horder was one of the Great Men Of Medicine who was around before the NHS and then for a long time after its establishment. Some weeks ago I found an short publication written by Lord Horder in a second hand bookshop. I did not gain the impression that Lord Horder Did It For The Poor, indeed I don’t think that Lord Horder liked the poor very much. See previous posts.

Thomas Jeeves Horder, 1st Baron Horder, was born on 7 January 1871. He was educated privately and at the University of London and Bart’s. Horder studied at Bart’s just a few years after Lord Snowdon’s granddad Sir Robert Armstrong-Jones studied there.

Horder began his career at Bart’s and, when still quite young, successfully made a difficult diagnosis on King Edward VII which made his reputation. His patients included every British monarch from Edward VII to Elizabeth II (except Edward VIII). They also included two PMs, Ramsay MacDonald and Bonar Law, and Labour Leader Hugh Gaitskell.

Lord Horder was involved in many official committees including advising the Ministry of Food during WW II, so he worked with Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate, Lord Charles Hill aka the Radio Doctor. See previous posts. After the war Horder opposed many of Nye’s plans for the NHS and may have helped modify some of those less palatable to the Top Docs.

Horder held the positions of Deputy Lieutenant County of Hampshire; Extra Physician to the Queen (formerly Extra Physician to King George VI); and Consulting Physician to St Bartholomew’s Hospital (1912–1936). Horder worked at Bart’s with Lady Juliet Bingley’s father, the surgeon Reginald Vick. Knighted in 1918, Horder was created a Baronet in 1923. He was raised to the peerage as Baron Horder, of Ashford in the County of Southampton on 23 January 1933

Horder served as President of the British Eugenics Society  1935-49 and as President of the Cremation Society of Great Britain from 1940 to his death in 1955.

Lord Horder was President of The Peckham Experiment in 1949.

In 1902 Horder married Geraldine Rose Doggett (1872-1954), of Newnham Manor, Hertfordshire, whose maternal grandfather was James Smith Rose of Arley House, Bristol who in 1873 was the Mayor of Totnes. Their son was the publisher Mervyn Horder (died 1997). Their daughter Joy Horder was mother to British architect Edward Cullinan and married to a chief physician at Bart’s.

Lord Horder lived for many years at near Petersfield, Hampshire – Lord Denning country (see previous posts) – where he died on 13 August 1955.

 

Tudor Edwards’s wife died five years later on 13 May 1951 – so she didn’t last long either – and left £5,000 to the Royal College for the promotion of surgical science.

Numerous students and trainees trained under Edwards. Even if they all loathed both Tudor Edwards and Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist, they’ll have stuck together like glue in the face of complaint. Gwynne will not have been the only one who learnt to lobotomise people who either complained or objected to being coerced into sex work. Mr Harvard Heart Surgeon Dwight Harken was alive until 1993 and the Top Docs would have had his reputation in mind as well in the event of questions raised about Gwynne. As one of my friends suggested back in the late 1980s, as the Gang resorted to ever-increasing desperate measures to silence me, it’ll be a case of Dafydd (Gwynne having died by then) saying ‘If I go down I’ll take you all down with me’. It works every time because the obvious question in the face of a Gwynne or a Dafydd is ‘What were the rest of you doing watching this and saying nothing?’

It’s why no Top Docs want to work in north Wales, why no Top Docs wanted to take on a patient of Gwynne’s or Dafydd’s or now, so I hear, Tony Francis’s. Gwynne, Dafydd and Tony were all at one point the New Nice Young Doctor.

Everyone wants to be able to say ‘I didn’t see anything, I didn’t hear anything, I don’t know anything’. This is how No-One Knew about the industrial production of child sex workers in north Wales over decades and victims of the Gang kept in a dungeon at Denbigh, while witnesses disappeared or were found dead.

Tudor Edwards was known as the “operator of supreme skill and beautiful technique”.

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Another one of Tudor Edwards’s trainees, Sir (from 1954) and then Lord (from 1965) Russell Brock will have been invaluable re protecting Gwynne. Russell Claude Brock, Baron Brock (24 October 1903-3 September 1980) was one of the pioneers of modern open-heart surgery. He was born in London, 1903, the son of Herbert Brock, a master photographer and his wife, Elvina (née Carman). Russell Brock was the fourth of eight children. He was educated at Haselrigge Road School,  Clapham and then at Christ’s Hospital, Horsham, where he later became an Almoner (governor). Russell Brock entered  Guy’s Hospital Medical School, qualified in 1927 and was appointed demonstrator at Guy’s after qualifying. Brock was awarded a Rockefeller travelling fellowship and worked in the Surgical Department of Evarts Graham at St Louis, Missouri, 1929-30. There he developed an interest in thoracic surgery. Brock returned to Guy’s as surgical registrar and tutor in 1932 and was appointed research fellow of the Association of Surgeons of Great Britain and Ireland.

Brock’s appointments included consultant thoracic surgeon to the London County Council, 1935–46; surgeon to the Ministry of Pensions at Roehampton Hospital, 1936–45; surgeon to Guy’s and the Brompton hospitals, 1936-1968. During WW II, Brock was also thoracic surgeon and regional adviser in thoracic surgery to the Emergency Medical Service in the Guy’s region.

Robert Owen, the Prof of Surgery at Liverpool University who was appointed by the Welsh Office in 1988 to co-ordinate the cover-up of Dafydd and the Gang’s criminality in the wake of my complaint (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’), was a farmer’s son from the Llyn Peninsula who trained at Guy’s. As a boy Robert Owen had wanted to become a vet but because he was one of the cleverer boys at Pwhelli Grammar School, a local Top Doc who had a mate at Guy’s Hospital told Owen that he should study medicine and of course go to Guy’s. Thus a surgeon and facilitator of the paedophile/trafficking ring was born. See eg. ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’. Of course many careers are built on foundations this haphazard, it is inevitable with people choosing careers when they are so young, but it was the root of a huge problem in a region and in a profession which was run by what was organised crime even in those days.

Robert Owen was a fully paid up member of the Gang but with much more credibility than Dafydd, yet I suspect that if Robert Owen had ever wanted to get off the merry-go-round, it would have been very difficult. Many of his mates from school and the area were involved with the same Gang and their network. Owen will have known people like Lord Mervyn Davies and Robyn Lewis and other local boys made pompous as discussed in previous posts and once he arrived at Guy’s, Owen was surrounded by the network of grandiose Top Docs with connections to the Royal Family. There are people who can turn their backs on it all when they are sufficiently sickened, but it is surprising how few they are. The pressure to remain in a world of Nice Young Doctors is immense.

Professor Robert Owen OBE died aged 96 on March 7, 2018

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Uncle Harry was a Prof at Guy’s; Sister Hutt’s dad the pathologist Michael Hutt held a Chair at Tommy’s. See previous posts. Guys and Tommy’s merged in 1982 to form the United Medical and Dental Schools. The merger took place while Uncle Harry and Sister Hutt’s father were still in post.

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The end of WW II provided opportunities for surgeons with war experience to turn their attention to unsolved civilian problems. The surgeons who made their names thus included another Middlesex surgeon who was a member of the Gwynne Protection Society, Thomas Holmes Sellors (1902–1987). Holmes Sellors was a contemporary of Russell Brock and US cardiac surgeons Horace Smithy (1914–1948) of Charlotte, Dr Elliott Cutler of the Peter Bent Brigham Hospital , Charles Bailey (1910–1993) at the Hahnemann Hospital, Philadelphia and Dwight Harken

It is maintained that this group of surgeons all started work independently of each other, within a few months and together created ‘an entirely new therapeutic tradition’.

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Many thousands of ‘blind’ valve operations pioneered by this group of surgeons were performed until the introduction of the heart bypass made direct surgery on valves possible.

Inspired by exchange visits between himself and Dr Alfred Blalock of Johns Hopkins Hospital, Baltimore, Russell Brock also introduced new developments, notably hypothermia and the heart-lung machine.

My post ‘Interesting Facts’ discussed the World Leading Cardiac Surgeons at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School who during the post-WW II years made many Amazing Discoveries, pioneered a New Operation which needed Special Equipment, invented the machines that went ping to perform the New Operation and flogged the machines across the world after a much-publicised trip to the USSR during the Cold War to demonstrate British medical miracles to the Ruskies. The leading light of this crew was Prof Hugh Bentall who was only given a Chair at Hammersmith after his colleague was found dead in the hospital in worrying circumstances and Bentall had made a substantial financial donation to RPMS. Bentall could afford that, he was a wealthy man, from the family that owned Bentall’s, the posh department store in Kingston-upon-Thames. Bentall virtually ran Kingston-upon-Tames, as well as Hammersmith Hospital.

‘Interesting Facts’ discussed data that I accessed indicating that Bentall and co lied about the success of their New Technique and ignored patient deaths. Other highlights of Hugh Bentall was his secretary, who doubled up as his mistress, being given a place on an anatomy degree, then a place to complete a PhD, then a lecturing job in anatomy.

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There was much bad feeling towards Hugh Bentall at Hammersmith.

Hugh’s son Richard is a clinical psychologist who ‘trained’ with Dafydd and the Gang at UCNW in the early 1980s and has held Chairs at Bangor, Manchester, Liverpool and I think is now at Sheffield… See previous posts.

Richard Bentall Knew About Gwynne and he knows that I knew! Happy days Richard!

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Richard Bentall was a Prof of Psychology at Bangor University in 2008 when the Gwerin and Richard’s colleagues in the School of Psychology were doing all that they could to force Merfyn Jones out of his job as VC of Bangor University. I was forwarded some very interesting e mails written by Richard, which confirmed that he knew that psych patients in north Wales were being abused by his colleagues and that he and his colleagues were lying about the success of their Interventions In Mental Illness. Richard was appearing on TV at the time, being touted about as a Radical Psychologist who opposed the old farts, their abuses, machines that go ping etc…

I can’t remember the name of your dad’s mistress Richard, but I do remember her very well. A stout lady with a plummy voice, a 1950s hair style and much red lipstick, who tried to pass herself off as a paediatric surgeon. That’s how I found out that she was your dad’s mistress: the person who also met her mentioned to a Top Doc at Hammersmith that presumably she was part of the surgery team, only to be met with howls of laughter and the information that ‘the old tart’ was a secretary who became Bentall’s mistress and now rolled up to medical school dinners talking about ‘we in surgery’. She also wrote an angry letter to a colleague with whom she had clashed, reminding him that she was a ‘licensed lecturer in anatomy’. The recipient of the letter rolled around laughing and noted that ‘Well none of the rest of us are one of them…’

I detailed some of the excesses that I witnessed at Hammersmith in letters to a number of people in north Wales who were posing as my friends and supporters. Imagine my surprise when my lawyers obtained my medical records and there were copies of the letters in there, having been passed on to Top Docs in north Wales, who had passed them onto their advisers in the BMA, the MDU, the Welsh Office and numerous lawyers. The letters also contained details of attempted sex attacks on me and my friends, violent assaults on Brown and others, abuse and neglect of patients…

We didn’t know!

Oh yes you did and you knew even more than I knew that you knew. You knew that I was documenting the serious criminality of a vast network of Top Docs in the highest places and scores of lawyers and even High Court judges read those letters. I won’t worry about the deceit and betrayal here, the important matter is that so many people KNEW and had possession of copies of those letters during the North Wales Police investigation into the alleged VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire AND during the Waterhouse Inquiry…

This was Lord High Chancellor during the Waterhouse Inquiry:

Here he is relaxing at home:

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Leave a comment on the blog when you’re ready, everyone who Didn’t Know.

Russell Brock was ‘an outstanding diagnostician, a conscientious teacher and meticulous in the care of his patients. He was not an easy man to know well. He was strict in handling his juniors but meticulously fair and very supportive of those who gained his confidence. Likewise he could not tolerate slackness in those who worked with him and suffered fools badly. He was very much an individualist, found his own solutions to problems and was not always good at accepting the solutions of others’. 

Lord Russell just didn’t ever mention the organised abuse, criminality and research fraud.

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John Kirklin said that when he (Kirklin) had just performed his first operation at the Mayo Clinic using the Mayo-Gibbon oxygenator and was about to do his second, Brock phoned, asking to come and watch. Knowing that Brock was supposed to be a difficult man with a big reputation, Brock was offered the chance to scrub up and stand in the theatre but he said, “No, no, no. I don’t want to bother you”. Brock sat and watched inconspicuously in the gallery. Perhaps this tells us that Brock felt that he had a mission to serve patients, did not like having precious time wasted but came humbly to learn when he sensed a master at work.

It is far more likely that it is just another example of the everyday story of Top Doctor folk who know that their colleagues are as equally, if not more, unscrupulous than they are and an essential part of life is to trot along to watch each other in action, while trying to work out what the latest scam is. The scams are openly gossiped about among Top Docs but never, ever outside those circles, even when patients are at risk. I once commented on this insanity at St George’s and someone snapped ‘God you are naïve, it’s all part of the game’. As was the trafficking ring facilitated by Prof Chamberlain, he who was the life and soul of the party at graduation who entertained the newly qualified Top Docs’ parents with his anecdotes of life on the high seas when Chamberlain had been a ship’s surgeon, with his Doc Martens ‘from Prof’s son’s shop, Red Or Dead!’ and his custom-made tankard with ‘Bodger’ emblazoned on it, ‘Prof’s Welsh and that was his rugby nickname!’. The graduates’ parents would have gone apeshit if they had known some of what was happening at St George’s.

Bodger and a friend at a Learned Conference:

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Bodger’s mates having a much needed cup of tea between Pompousing Sessions:

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The Lady Doctor enjoying refreshment is Bodger’s pal (and, I rather got the impression, Dafydd’s pal as well) Wendy Savage, Socialist Feminist and fellow traveller of Uncle Harry.

Bodger and the crew will of course have known the surgeons who are the main subject of this post; surgeons consider themselves superior to obstetricians and gynaecologists, but obs and gynae involves surgery and the two groups know each other.

Russell Brock died in Guy’s Hospital on 3 September 1980.

Among other things, Russell Brock was the Assistant Editor and later the Editor of Guy’s Hospital Reports 1939-1960. He served on the Council of the Royal College of Surgeons, 1949–67, as Vice-President 1956-58 and President 1963-66 and as Director of the Royal College of Surgeons’ Department of Surgical Sciences, which was established during his Presidency.

Lord Russell Brock was also:

President: Thoracic Society of Great Britain and Ireland in 1952; Society of Cardiovascular and Thoracic Surgeons of Great Britain and Ireland in 1958; Medical Society of London in 1958.

Elected fellow: Thoracic Society of Great Britain and Ireland; Royal College of Physicians of London in 1965. ROSENHEIM??

Elected Honorary fellow: American College of Surgeons, 1949; the Brazilian College, 1952; the Royal Australasian College of Surgeons, 1958; the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland, 1965; the Royal College of Physicians and Surgeons of Canada; and the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh, 1966.

Russell Brock will have known about the wrongdoing and research fraud on the part of Professor Hugh Bentall and his mates at Hammersmith Hospital and he’ll have known about the dreadful track record of the notorious surgeons in north Wales. He will have known about the organised abuse. Brock just didn’t think that it mattered that much and anyway with folk like Lord Max Rosenheim, Sir William Gilliatt et al in the midst of it, no-one could afford to say a word.

Lord Brock was in receipt of numerous academic prizes etc, including:

Awards: Julius Mickle prize of London University (1952), Fothergillian Gold Medal of the Medical Society of London (1953) Cameron prize of the University of Edinburgh, Gold Medal of Society of Apothecaries (1955), Gold Medal of West London Medical and Chirurgical Society (1955), International Gairdner award, 1960-1, Lister medallist and orator, 1967.

Honorary degrees from universities: Hamburg (1962), Leeds (1965), Cambridge (1968), Guelph and Munich (1972).

We are told that outside Brock’s professional work ‘he had considerable knowledge of old furniture and prints and history, especially local and medical history’. There is myth here, Brock simply did not have enough hours in the day to have done all of this to an Expert level. A certain variety of Top Doc does like to believe that they are just wonderful at everything, even an occasional hobby. The reality is that Top Docs who do make a mark in fields such as surgery usually have to spend so much time being surgeons that they don’t have the time to become adept at anything else.

The only way that Brock may have had time to follow other pursuits was if he had been the sort of Gentleman Surgeon that Sir Charles Evans was. Evans was far more interested in mountaineering than in surgery and he was known to have spent more time in the Himalayas than in theatre on Merseyside, for which he was being paid handsomely. Sir Charles went unchallenged because none of them ever were challenged, but he was eventually stopped from performing neurosurgery because he had lost such a degree of skill from lack of practice. Patients will have been maimed and killed before Evans was relegated to general surgery only. By the mid-1950s, Evans’s multiple sclerosis had advanced such that he couldn’t stand for the lengths of time needed to operate, so someone appointed him Principal of UCNW and he took up the appointment in 1958. There was already wrongdoing and organised abuse at UCNW. Sir Charles was quite used to such things, from his days as a medical student and junior doc his close friends such as Ann McCandless were docs who were at best ignoring, or at worst facilitating, abuse. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!.

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When Sir Charles was appointed Principal of UCNW, Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, had been in place as the President of UCNW since 1947. Lord Kenyon remained as President until 1982, when the Gwerin overthrew him. The corrupt judge and member of the Gang Sir William Mars-Jones (see previous posts eg. ‘Cymru 007’) replaced Lord Kenyon as President. Lord Kenyon had served the Gang very well even if he was posh and English. He had friends in all the right places and was, among other things, a Director of Lloyds Bank, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, the most senior Freemason in north Wales, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, a JP and much more besides. Lord Kenyon also had interests in fine art and prints. The sort of things that Lord Brock was alleged to be keen on when he wasn’t saving lives by performing pioneering surgery. See eg. ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon, by the late 1970s, was known to be sexually abusing a boy in the care of the Social Services. Their ‘relationship’ was even recorded on the boy’s Social Services file. The matter was resolved when, after spending the night with the boy, Thomas reported him for theft and had him arrested. Among the stolen items were Polaroid porn pics of the boy with Thomas. The North Wales Police destroyed the pics on the grounds that they were indecent and the boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no charges although he was much older than the boy and the boy was underage. See previous posts. Thomas died from HIV/AIDS in the early months of 1993; Lord Kenyon died not long after Thomas, on 16 May 1993.

Patient F and I were arrested and charged shortly after Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died, after Jackie Brandt, a Gwynedd social worker, made a statement to the Bangor police stating that I had screamed and yelled abuse at her in Safeways in Bangor, such that she believed a violent assault from me was imminent. As far as I can work out, Brandt made her statement to the police just days after Thomas died, but no-one told us or interviewed/arrested us for some two/three weeks after Brandt made the statement. Our trial wasn’t until later in the summer of 1993, at Bangor Magistrates’ Court. In the witness box, Brandt admitted that she had lied to the police, that I hadn’t even spoken to her and then she began crying. I was found guilty of causing her ‘alarm and distress’ for ‘staring’ at her and I had to part with £60. F was found not guilty.

Brandt had previously unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd, where Dafydd had turned up and tried to Talk Sex with me, refused to answer any questions about her role in that unlawful detention and then perjured herself in two different cases in the High Court in attempts to have me imprisoned. See post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’ and ‘The Bitterest Pill’. At no point was there ever an investigation into Brandt’s repeated perjury. She was eventually asked a few questions by the Mental Health Act Commission re my unlawful detention in the autumn of 1986. She lied in her replies, it was demonstrated that she had lied, yet the matter was dropped. I later got to know another person who had been unlawfully detained by Brandt not long after me. This young woman’s mum and dad refused to let the matter drop and Brandt was eventually summoned to answer questions. I was told ‘it was lie after lie after lie’. Business as usual then.

My conviction at Bangor Magistrates’ Court was forever after used as evidence of the danger that I presented to Brandt’s life and limb and was mentioned constantly in statements etc when other members of the Gang made fallacious allegations against me.

 

Sir Charles Evans remained as Principal of UCNW until 1984. The institution was a vehicle for the trafficking ring run by Evans’s pals and when Gwynne could no longer be tolerated at even the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, Gwynne parked his bum in the Student Health Centre at UCNW and business continued from there. After Sir Charles reached the top of Everest in 1953 with Edmund Hilary et al, he was untouchable, as were the gang of sex offenders who sheltered under Evans – although they hated him – at UCNW. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’. The Gang should have loved Sir Charles, as with Lord Kenyon there could have been some rather difficult questions asked about UCNW if those two had not held such senior posts.

Great British Heroes:

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Name Function Profession Age at time
of selection
(1 November 1952)
United Kingdom John Hunt Expedition leader and mountaineer British Army Colonel 42
United Kingdom Charles Evans Deputy expedition leader and mountaineer Physician 33
United Kingdom George Band Mountaineer Graduate in geology 23
United Kingdom Tom Bourdillon Mountaineer Physicist 28
United Kingdom Alfred Gregory Mountaineer Director of travel agency 39
United Kingdom Wilfrid Noyce Mountaineer Schoolmaster and author 34
United Kingdom Griffith Pugh Doctor and mountaineer Physiologist 43[44]
United Kingdom Tom Stobart Cameraman and mountaineer Cameraman 38[38]
United Kingdom Michael Ward Expedition doctor and mountaineer Physician 27
United Kingdom Michael Westmacott Mountaineer Statistician 27
United Kingdom Charles Wylie Organizing secretary and mountaineer Soldier 32
New Zealand Edmund Hillary Mountaineer Apiarist 33
New Zealand George Lowe Mountaineer Schoolmaster 28
India Nepal Tenzing Norgay Mountaineer and guide 38
Nepal Sherpa Annullu Mountaineer and guide

The mountaineers were accompanied by Jan Morris (known then as James Morris) (see previous posts for details of the support that Jan and her son Twm Morys have offered the Gang) who was the correspondent of ‘The Times’ and by 362 porters. The expedition in the end amounted to over 400 men, including 20 Sherpa guides from Tibet and Nepal, with a total of 10,000 pounds of baggage.

The Everest team held reunions, sometimes in the presence of admirers:

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Team Leader Lord John Hunt worked for the security services and was the officer in charge of Sandhurst for many years (see previous posts). No wonder Gwynne and Dafydd were never ever held to account no matter how great the catastrophe.

 

A lesser known aspect of Lord Brock’s career was his ‘dedication to the complementary interests of private medicine and the NHS, for he served on the governing body of Private Patients Plan and was Chairman (1967–77) before becoming its President’. This hobby of Lord Brock’s will not have been a well-kept secret by chance. Although the Top Docs were overwhelmingly opposed to the NHS in the 1940s which is why Nye had to give them all so much dosh and promise to let them do whatever they wanted without ever explaining themselves to anyone but The Profession in order to get them to agree to work in the NHS, by the time that Lord Brock of Heroes Of Heart Surgery was Chairman of Private Patients Plan, the Top Docs were doing very well indeed out of the NHS and successfully deflected questions about crime and patient deaths by yelling along with Uncle Harry ‘We’re doing it for the poor’. Had Lord Brock’s side line been widely known, the image would have been tarnished.

Lord Brock was Chairman of PPP while Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Sir Kenneth Robinson was Minister of Health and then when King of the Westminster Swingers Richard Crossman was Secretary of State for the DHSS, ensured that Dafydd and Gwynne were bombproof and did all that he could to ensure that the DHSS was as much a vehicle for the Westminster Paedophile Ring as UCNW was. Crossman loathed the Top Docs but couldn’t touch them; in return they held him and Harold Wilson over a barrel at every opportunity and repaid Crossman’s 100% protection of the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well as of Gwynne and Dafydd – which included rigging a Public Inquiry into the serious abuse of patients at Ely Hospital and setting a litigation trap for the Church of Scientology, who’s members had discovered the enormity of Gwynne and Dafydd’s criminality, as discussed in previous posts – by the BMA organising a strike immediately before the June 1970 General Election and appearing on TV supporting the Tories. See previous posts.

It was the BMA wot won it!

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They did honestly, look it all up if you don’t believe me…

Furthermore, Ted Heath’s bestest friend and personal Top Doc Sir Brian Warren remained opposed to the NHS throughout his entire career. Like his one-time wife Nice Lady Doctor Dame Josephine Barnes, Brian Warren was facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Dame Josephile was however happy to facilitate organised abuse on the NHS. Dame Josephine was the mover and shaker on the Warnock Committee when Thatch’s Gov’t didn’t know what the hell to do about IVF and the potential for yet more exploitation. So they appointed the clueless old bat Mary Warnock to Chair the Committee and Josephile as a member and Josephile gave the orders. See previous posts, including ‘Uncle Harry’s Friends…’

Josephile ruled the roost at Charing Cross Hospital, where for years the Top Docs in the Gender Identity Clinic who held some seriously weird ideas about What Real Women Are Like, psychologically tortured and inflicted great damage upon patients who were uncomfortable with their gender and who dared ask advice. The Top Docs of Charing Cross enjoyed refusing to recommend gender realignment surgery for nearly all patients until they realised that a lucrative market had opened up and then they threw their doors open to all comers.

One of Charing Cross’s most famous patients, Julia Grant, was the subject of two TV documentaries in the 1990s in which Julia was filmed being insulted, intimidated and belittled by a Top Doc who’s face was shielded from the camera; he was subsequently identified by other patients who knew him to be notorious. Julia was, after being put through hell, finally offered surgery which was carried out by a pal of the Bastard Of Charing Cross. The surgery was a major cock-up and resulted in Julia collapsing in public and nearly dying from blood loss. She was accused by the hospital who treated her in this emergency of having executed an abortion on herself. Julia explained that she was actually a transwoman. How the Docs who accused her of inducing a miscarriage missed the fact that Julia wasn’t in possession of a uterus in which to gestate a foetus to abort I can’t understand. No-one made any comment re why or how the surgery by the Highly Recommended Top Doc had ended in such catastrophe. Julia was left permanently damaged. The Highly Recommended Surgeon continued to carry out gender realignment surgery. See post ‘R.I.P. Julia Grant and Many More…’

The TV documentaries on Julia’s Journey seemed to have been planned as yet another bit of PR for the Ah the doctors they were wonderful after those allegations of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales would not go away, but the Charing Cross Top Docs and their colleagues were actually so dreadful that the Cunning Plan backfired.

 

Where these events, including the BMA ensuring that Ted Heath won the 1970 General Election, left Uncle Harry I don’t know, I suspect that very little changed for him:

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Nothing at all changed for Dafydd and Gwynne, Ted Heath was surrounded by all of their mates, Hailsham, Anthony Eden, Alec Douglas-Home, Selwyn Lloyd, Reggie Maudling, Maurice Macmillan, Willie Whitelaw, Lord Carrington, Peter Walker, even Thatch, all the old crowd were there. The wind of no change, it might as well have been 1962.

 

Before Lord Russell Brock finished his stint at Chairman of PPP, Crossman had been succeeded as Secretary of State for the DHSS by Keith Joseph, then Babs Castle and then David Ennals. All were on board with Gwynne and Dafydd and none of them dared take on the Top Docs, although Babs mouthed off about getting rid of pay beds. She solved the problem by a huge fudge, which ensured that plenty of private practice remained within the NHS and set up a Royal Commission under Safe Pair of Hands Sir Alec Merrison, which she knew would not Report until 1979, by which time Babs knew that it would be the problem of another Gov’t, almost certainly a Tory one, who would leave private practice well alone. See previous posts.

In 1927, Russell Brock married Germaine Louise Ladavèze (died 1978). They had three daughters. In 1979, he married Chrissie Palmer Jones.

 

Russell Brock’s contemporary Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors has featured in previous posts, but he’s worth revisiting here. The Royal College of Surgeon’s Plarr’s ‘Lives Of The Fellows’ online provides this account of Sir Thomas’s life:

Thomas Holmes Sellors, the only son of Dr Thomas Blanchard Sellors, a general practitioner and of Anne Oliver Sellors (née McSparron) was born on 7 April 1902, at Wandsworth. A few years later his father moved his practice to Southend-on-Sea and Tom, as he was always known, went to Alleyn Court Preparatory School at Westcliff-on-Sea, before moving to Loretto School, Musselburgh,

Loretto School educated a few notorious people, including the son of Shetland surgeon Norman Lamont, Alistair Darling, Andrew Marr and the crazed,violent, alcoholic, alleged child molester and former bedfellow of Esther Rantzen Sir Nicholas Fairbairn (son of Top Doc/analyst Ronald Fairbairn) and others. See previous posts.

and then to Oriel College, Oxford. He secured a university entrance scholarship to the Middlesex Hospital and qualified there in 1926. Following resident medical and surgical appointments at the Middlesex and Brompton Hospitals, he was surgical registrar to Gordon Taylor at the Middlesex. During this period he was the first recipient of the G.H. Hunt Travelling Scholarship, awarded by Oxford University in 1928, and was able to spend some time at surgical centres in Scandinavia. After a thorough grounding in general surgery, during which period he later recorded his indebtedness to Sir Gordon Gordon-Taylor, R.V. Hudson, Tudor Edwards and the physicians R.A. Young and Evan Bedford, he decided to specialise in chest surgery. He was an excellent technician and, with the contemporary rapid developments in anaesthesia, he was keen to devote himself to the specialty. He surprised some of his seniors when his book Surgery Of The Thorax was published in 1933.

In the early 1930s few of the London teaching hospitals, or the large general hospitals, offered opportunity for the newly emerging surgical specialties. But opportunity came with his appointment to the staff of the London Chest Hospital in 1934, followed by further appointments to the Royal Waterloo Hospital and Queen Mary’s Hospital, Stratford. He also secured appointments at various London County Council hospitals and sanatoria, and started chest units at the Radcliffe Infirmary, Oxford, and at Leicester Royal Infirmary which entailed much travelling by car and an immense workload. Such was the peripatetic and scattered character of thoracic practice in a period when tuberculosis was principal preoccupation of a chest surgeon.

On the outbreak of the second world war he was appointed adviser in thoracic surgery to the North West Metropolitan Region, based on Harefield Hospital, Middlesex, where he worked most happily and productively until his retirement. Shortly after the war, in 1947, he was appointed thoracic surgeon to the Middlesex Hospital where he developed close and cordial relationships with the cardiologists Evan Bedford and Walter Somerville, to whose skilful assessment of cardiac problems he always paid warm tribute. From this time onwards, both at Middlesex Hospital and Harefield, cardiac surgery progressively displaced most of his earlier pulmonary and oesophageal work. As a result of this, in 1957, he was appointed as consultant surgeon to the National Heart Hospital when cardiac surgery became a rather belated function of that institution. In the second half of his surgical life he set up open heart surgery units at these last three hospitals. But he never allowed cardiac surgery at the Middlesex to threaten the work of other departments, such was his concern for the interests of his colleagues.

Not for Sir Thomas the all too familiar empire building which involved the shafting of other depts as the empire builder insisted that the lion’s share of institutional resources should be sent in their own direction…

A number of the other hospitals to which he had previously been attached provided opportunity for several of his trainees to establish thoracic and cardiac surgical centres.

Sir Thomas placed members of his network in hospitals which owed him one.

Ever courteous in the operation room, he was superb craftsman and a master of sharp dissection. He was never known to raise his voice, nor did he ever blame anyone else when things went wrong.

If ever I have time I’ll look up Great Disasters On Sir Thomas’s Watch and review that blame game that followed.

A clumsy assistant might received his favourite admonition “Juggins!”.

Oh Fiddlesticks the patient’s died on the operating table.

But he had a devoted and enthusiastic band of trainees, some of whom became internationally renowned and several of whom predeceased him.

That sounds worrying.

To all of them he was affectionately known as “Uncle Tom.” He was up at daybreak, or earlier, often visiting a ward before the residents or day staff were around. His gentlemanly style and good manners ensured excellent rapport with nursing staff and gave immense confidence to his patients.

The patients will have been absolutely reassured by ALL staff whom they encountered before they met Sir Thomas that he was excellent. Uncle Tom only had to remain on his best behaviour for the few minutes that he was in the presence of the patient and they will have believed that he was great. I have NEVER been told by a Top Doc who referred me to another Top Doc ‘they are a useless incompetent criminal bastard but I’ll refer you’.

As a member of staff in universities and medical schools I have been told by other people, including Top Doc colleagues ‘Don’t ever accept a referral to see them’ and I have of course exchanged views on Docs with friends and other patients. I was reassured by every member of NHS staff whom I met before Gwynne and Dafydd that they were excellent with sound track records; the same was said to me about Tony Francis, but unlike Gwynne and Dafydd, for much of the time Tony Francis could be nice enough in his manner for people to think that he was a good doc. After Gwynne and Dafydd had caused havoc/made themselves a laughing stock, I was told repeatedly by other Top Docs that I might not like them but other people did and other people ‘had a right’ to benefit from them no less, so I should piss off and shut up.

I have only ever heard the Top Docs in north Wales criticise one other Doc to me in my capacity as a patient: Dr David Healy. The other Top Docs do not like him and they will tell patients that Healy is a ‘maverick’ and ‘arrogant’. I have been rude about David in earlier posts because I and other patients would have appreciated David speaking out about the dangerous people trafficking nutters with whom he worked in the way that he spoke out about Big Pharma. To be fair to David I now suspect that he knew that if he had, his career would have been finished and his family would have been at risk. So David didn’t ever expose the criminal scumbags, he just rigorously criticised the worst practices of Big Pharma, but he is however the only Top Doc whom the others will be rude about to patients. All other dangerous idiots come highly recommended.

He worked with deceptive rapidity and economy of effort, seldom wasting time with idle chatter,

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so much so that an astute trainee – anxious to secure his shrewd advice under rather pressing conditions – once hopped into his car and took an unplanned trip from Harefield to London with him.

No, Sir Thomas would have demanded the trainee’s presence in his car for that trip, no trainee would ever have ‘hopped’ into any senior Doc’s car uninvited, the suggestion that they did is ludicrous even by the standards of a Plarr’s tribute to a deceased Great Man.

Despite being in the forefront of cardiac surgery in this country, he showed a healthy conservatism in avoiding frankly experimental procedures.

That’s the great thing about Plarr’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’, if a Top Doc carries out numerous frankly experimental procedures even if the patient dies as a result, they are brave pioneers who did all they could. If they only ever treated patients as they were taught at medical school 40 years previously, they were healthily conservative.  Dafydd was recommended for ‘difficult cases’ that needed ‘unorthodox approaches’. Yet Dr James Earp of Leicester who was concealing the ring in Leicester as well as Dafydd’s Gang (see eg. ‘An Expert From England’), was ‘a good conservative psychiatrist’. Patients really are never told the truth about other Top Docs, even if they are lethal and have sex with patients before killing them.

Nevertheless, having set out to do a Blalock operation, which proved quite impossible due to dense lung adhesions in a man with bilateral pulmonary tubercule, and noting the tightness of the valvular obstruction, he calmly borrowed a tenotomy knife from a nearly orthopaedic theatre and did the first direct operation for the relief of pulmonary stenosis.

Does this not count as an experimental procedure of the sort that Uncle Tom healthily avoided?

It is worthy of report that, on hearing of this operation, one of his rivals then emulated him and got into print first. He learnt his hypothermic technique from Henry Swann and then closed some five hundred atrial septal defects, in which procedure his results were unrivalled at that time. He next unashamedly learnt his cardiopulmonary by-pass technique from John Kirklin, by which time his rapid technique became relatively less essential to a successful outcome.

It is impossible to work out what really happened from this account, who plagiarised who’s work and who achieved the most successful outcomes.

He had retired before coronary artery by-pass was established and later frankly admitted that he had believed the successful anastomosis of such small vessels to be impracticable.

From the inception of the National Health Service in 1948 he was active in the medico-political field.

So many of the Big Men (and Women) of Medicine were. The establishment of the NHS had a remarkable effect on so many non-political Top Docs who only ever had the welfare of their patients at heart.

This was almost an inadvertent development, surprising in a man who was so deeply involved in his surgical work, but largely due to his public spiritedness and readiness to serve his colleagues.

What did I just say…

He was chairman of the North West Metropolitan Consultants’ and Specialists’ Committee for some years; was a member of the Central Consultants’ Committee form its inception and its chairman for five years.

These Committees kept senior Top Docs incomes high, ensured that they remained ‘judged by their peers’ and no-one else and that they could do anything that they wanted under the umbrella of ‘clinical judgement’.

He was elected to Council of the Royal College of Surgeons in 1957. The following year he became Chairman of the Joint Consultants’ Committee in succession to Lord Brain, a demanding task which he undertook for eleven years, having received the accolade of Knight Bachelor in 1963.

The Joint Consultants’ Committee ‘link the BMA with representatives of the Royal Colleges’ and appointed the Top Docs who formed panels of investigation in the rare event of a patient’s complaint being investigated under the NHS procedure for serious complaints. When my complaint against Dafydd and the Gang was finally investigated under this procedure (nearly three years after my original complaint, I was simply ignored repeatedly while members of the Gang behaved such that it constituted yet another part of the eventual very serious complaint), the Joint Consultants Committee appointed Robert Bluglass and Colin Berry to investigate my complaint. See post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE.’ Bluglass was a friend of Dafydd’s and led the partner gang of Dafydd’s in Birmingham and Colin Berry led the partner gang of Dafydd’s which operated in Coventry. The most serious aspects of my complaint were dealt with by Bluglass and Berry by simply not investigating them.

Colin Berry was a consultant psych at the Walsgrave Hospital in Coventry. King of the Westminster Swingers and senior MI5 officer Richard Crossman was the Labour MP for the constituency; the Walsgrave Hospital was a flagship hospital built while Crossman was Secretary of State for the DHSS. In that role Crossman protected Dafydd and Gwynne and their partner gangs.

Robert Bluglass was probably the most influential Top Doc in the West Midlands for years. He was a native of Warwickshire, went to Warwick School and as an adult was part of Warwickshire High Society, in later life owning Compton Verney, one of the finest art galleries in Europe, located in Warwickshire. See previous posts. Crossman was also part of High Society in Warwickshire although his constituency was in downtown Coventry. One of Crossman’s good mates was Lord Jack Butterworth, the VC of Warwick University. Butterworth was never friends with plebs, his mates were the Arts and Culture crowd in Warwickshire and industrialists, particularly those in the midlands, as well as in the US. See previous posts.

In 1970, Jack Butterworth was found to have been involved in unscrupulous deals with businessmen and industrialists in exchange for financial support for Warwick University as the result of a group of students occupying the Registry at Warwick University – the Warwick Events – and raiding the place, finding documentary evidence of Jack’s dodgy deals as well as secret files that Jack had kept on politically active students. One of the students was Merfyn Jones, a postgrad, who later became VC of Bangor University and found himself in the firing line from the Gang and their network once more.

Had I known that Dafydd and Gwynne were running a paedophile ring rather than just trying their luck with young women, I would have staged some Events myself. Eric Sunderland got off very lightly there. I have discussed previously how Eric was a PVC at Durham University when UCNW begged him to be their Principal in the wake of the trouble that Gwynne left wherever he went. Eric had spent most of his career at Durham, having joined the staff of Durham in 1958, but it has only just dawned on me who Eric’s Big Mate was; it was Gwynne’s pal Lord John Walton of course, the Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Newcastle University was part of Durham University until the early 1960s and the two institutions were very closely linked. The huge ring run by Dafydd and Gwynne’s partner gang in the North East of England was facilitated by Lord John Walton and other Top Docs at Newcastle, assisted by stooges from other disciplines at Durham and Newcastle. Brown’s mum was a Durham graduate and his father was a Newcastle graduate which made them vulnerable re surveillance.

The ring in the North East sent numerous kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales and also supplied staff to the Gang, years before Eric Sunderland was sought out to replace Sir Charles Evans as Principal of UCNW. Another key player in the Newcastle/Durham ring was Dafydd’s Top Doc mate Prof Israel Kolvin (see previous posts), but Lord John Walton was the main man. Walton was a neurologist, psychiatrist and brain surgeon, so he knew Dafydd, Gwynne AND Sir Charles Evans.

In 1984 I wrote to Eric Sunderland re Gwynne and then to the GMC. The Chairman of the GMC was er Lord John Walton.

Huge paedophile ring killing witnesses? No problem, those two were on hand!

I want to know why Eric Sunderland never got the K that he wanted and expected. I didn’t realise that Eric was in camouflage when I wrote my post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’ and suggested that he missed out on a K because he wasn’t enough of a paedophiles’ friend. Now I know that he was an even bigger and better paedophiles’ friend that most of the others, I want to know why Eric Was Overlooked.

Lilibet Ma’am! Mrs Sunderland was deeply upset that Eric wasn’t knighted! She commented to friends that Eric was so hurt by the snub! Surely Ma’am, in view of Eric destroying my career and my friends being murdered in return for UCNW not being closed down by the UGC, some sort of post-humous recognition should be considered for Prof Sunderland?

Can Dr Adrian Bell also be honoured? I have received info that he said the most appalling things about me and wrote me references so terrible that it was inevitable that I’d eventually find getting jobs very difficult, yet he was always so pleasant to my face! Perhaps Lord Bell of Llandegfan would be appropriate?

Don’t forget Prof John Farrar Ma’am! A bad tempered swearing shitbag who shagged the students whom he wasn’t spitting abuse at! It was thanks to Prof Farrar’s successful exploitation of his knowledge of what Lord Bell of Llandegfan was up to that Farrar built his plant physiology empire that led to the Award Winning Eco-Centre, which was opened by Gordon Brown himself when Gordon was PM and gunning for Merfyn!

Farrar’s ex would love to be Lady Stel; despite the dreadful state of diplomatic relations between her and Farrar, Stel ensured that she referred to ‘my John’ in every situation from which she would benefit.

Arise Lady Stel, it is what you have dreamed of! As well as constantly boasting of your non-achievements and those of My John and trying to make everyone else feel inadequate at all times under all circumstances , you can now insist on being addressed as Lady!

Dish out the honours Lilibet you ungrateful old bat, the coterie above sweated blood for you…

 

A year after demitting office as chairman of JCC, and having been Vice-President for one year, [Sir Thomas Holmes Sellors] was elected President of the Royal College of Surgeons from 1969 to 1972.

Uncle Tom was the one protecting the legendary lethal surgeons at the C&A Hospital in Bangor then.

Earlier at the College he had been Tudor Edwards and Gordon-Taylor lecturer, and was then Bradshaw lecturer in 1968 and Hunterian Orator in 1973. He also served as President of the British Medical Association and was awarded its Gold Medal.

The BMA who over years protected Dafydd and the Gang in every way that they could, although the BMA representatives and advisers were fully aware of the degree of criminality.

Did Uncle Tom award the Gold Medal to himself in his capacity as President?

After demitting office at the Royal College of Surgeons he was elected a College Patron and an Honorary Fellow of the Faculty of Dental Surgery. He was also a member of the Board of Trustees of the Hunterian Collection and ultimately its Chairman.

Despite his intensely busy surgical life he travelled widely abroad, lecturing and demonstrating in Europe, India, Russia and South America.

British Top Doctors, the Best in the World!

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He also visited the United States, Canada, Japan and South Africa, becoming an honorary fellow of the surgical colleges of South Africa and America, the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh and the Royal College of Surgeons in Ireland. He was elected to the FRCP London and to honorary membership of the European Cardiological Society, the Academy of Medicine in Rome and the Royal Academy of Medicine in Belgium. Whilst giving a number of eponymous lectures in the course of his travels he received honorary degrees at Groningen, Liverpool and Southampton, as well as the Medaille de la Reconnaissance Française, and became an officer of the Order of Carlos Finlay, Cuba. He had a strongly international outlook

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and did much for the generality of surgery and in particular for the International Society of Surgery, of which he was President from 1977 to 1979.

Those surgeons at the C&A were still killing people then.

Well after retirement from hospital and private practice he supported many good causes. He was Chairman of the Royal Medical Benevolent Fund for five years; Chairman of the National Heart Foundation; Chairman and later President of the Medical Council on Alcoholism.

Dafydd’s speciality was alcoholism and substance abuse…

Apart from the publication of his textbook at an early age, he wrote many papers and edited a number of other cardiothoracic works. He had a capacity for graceful living and was a keen gardener and a proficient painter in water colours. Few were privy to the personal tragedies he suffered during a long life of service. In 1928, aged 26, he had married Brenda Lyell, who died of appendicitis a few weeks later. In 1932 he married Elizabeth Cheshire by whom he had a son and a daughter; but, when both children were in their ‘teens their mother developed a stroke and hypertension. She died in 1953 when Tom was at one of the most demanding periods of his life.

Brenda’s sudden demise is worrying. The bride dying after only weeks of marriage beats the record of Gwynne’s mate Dr Ernest Jones who killed his wife after one year of marriage when he carried out DIY abdominal surgery on her in her mum and dad’s house in south Wales. As for Elizabeth, Uncle Tom was far too busy to ensure that she received the sort of excellence that Uncle Tom dispensed to patients at all times.

He married his secretary, Marie Hobson,

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in 1955, a union which was to last thirty years. Ironically, as the non-smoking wife of a thoracic surgeon, she developed lung cancer and died nearly two years before him. When he died on 13 September 1987 he was survived by his daughter, Susan, and by his son, Patrick, who is a fellow of the College and Surgeon-Oculist to Her Majesty the Queen.

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A service of thanksgiving was held at St Clement Danes Church, on 2 December, 1987 when the address was given by Sir Reginald Murley, PPRCS.

Sir Thomas outlived Gwynne by one year, so was always on hand with a How Very Dare You.

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Patrick Holmes Sellors studied at Oriel College, Oxford and the Middlesex Hospital, like his father. He became an ophthalmologist and due to his general marvellousness he was appointed as a consultant at St George’s when he was just 31. Sir Patrick was also a consultant at the Royal Marsden Hospital and had an extensive private practice.

The Royal Marsden was involved in a substantial research fraud which was exposed in 1990 and resulted in the (presumed) suicide of one of those who participated in the fraud, Prof Tim McElwain. See post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’. Another Top Doc who took part in the fraud was Tony Francis’s former colleague from Manchester, Dr Peter Macguire. The fraud involved an oncology study yet Macguire was a psychiatrist with no experience of cancer research. Despite this, Macguire had been funded by the Cancer Research Campaign, as were a number of other people involved in the fraud. The fraudulent study had begun in 1988, when I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign at Surrey University under Vincent Marks, brother of John Marks the Chairman of the BMA who was in combat with Ken Clarke while the BMA provided advice to Tony Francis et al as to how to frame me for criminal offences.

Patrick Holmes Sellors was honorary consultant to the King Edward VII Hospital for Officers and for St Luke’s Hospital for the Clergy. In 1974 Sir Patrick was appointed Surgeon Oculist to the Royal Household and in 1980 to Lilibet herself. In 1980 Mary Wynch had finally got out of Denbigh and began legal action against Dafydd and the Gang. Mr Thrope, who was married to the former wife of Lilibet’s cousin, had been acquitted of conspiracy and incitement to murder in 1979.

Sir Patrick’s obituaries tell us that his ‘main skill’ lay in ‘medico-legal work’. He must have been very skilled indeed if that eclipsed his Royal duties; his obits mention how Top Doctors would consult Sir Patrick for ‘help’. Sir Patrick was so good at getting Top Doctors out of trouble that he joined the Council of the MDU in 1977 and remained there until he retired in 2003, whereupon the MDU made him an honorary fellow. Throughout those years the MDU provided Dafydd and Tony and Sadie Francis with legal advice and representation, including in cases in which they tried to have me imprisoned in the knowledge that perjury had been committed in every case by their clients and that I had made very serious complaints about their clients that were never investigated.

Sir Patrick retired in 2003. At the time of his retirement I had just been charged with ‘threatening to kill’ Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, on the basis of numerous NHS staff lying in police statements about me. The police who arrested me said that if I was found guilty I’d be looking at a prison sentence of seven years. The case collapsed two years later when it became clear that I hadn’t threatened to kill anyone (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). There was no investigation as to why so many people had lied to the police and had turned up to Court to lie in the witness box.

Some two years ago I found out that after the case, the PNC had been unlawfully accessed to record a conviction of ‘violent disorder’ against my name and a certificate of indictment had also been forged, stating that I had been found guilty of ‘violent disorder’ (see post ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’ and ‘An Update On Those Legal Conundrums’). I wrote to the North Wales Police’s legal services about this and am still waiting for their explanation.

Sir Patrick died in St Thomas’s Hospital after being taken ill at an MDU celebratory dinner in 2010. What they were celebrating I do not know but he died after his colleagues’ efforts at medical treatment proved unsuccessful. Which seems like natural justice after Holmes Sellors’ career of ensuring that dangerous, lying, criminal doctors got away with framing innocent people and refusing people treatment even in life threatening situations as well as running an international trafficking ring.

See post ‘The Crème de la Creme’ for further information on Thomas and Patrick Holmes Sellors and the conspirators.

 

When Russell Brock’s senior colleague Arthur Tudor Edwards resigned his post at the Westminster Hospital to take up the position of Director of Thoracic Surgery at Pauper Kiddie Sex Central over at the London Hospital, it was Tudor Edwards’s protege Clement Price Thomas, the King’s Surgeon, who succeeded Edwards at the Westminster.

Clement Price Thomas was born in Abercarn, Monmouthshire, the youngest child of a family of nine children and they lived on Islwyn Street. His father William Thomas was a grocer and his mother, Rosamund Gertrude, was a clergyman’s daughter. Clement Price Thomas attended Newport High School before going to a boarding school in Surrey, Caterham School at the age of 13 years. He then studied at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire, which became Cardiff University. Although Price Thomas’s ambition was initially to become a dentist, he was subsequently awarded a scholarship to study medicine at the Westminster Hospital Medical School.

Cardiff didn’t provide clinical training for aspiring Top Docs in those days and it was very common for Welsh students to study at Cardiff initially and then undertake their clinical training elsewhere. My post ‘O Jones, O Jones’ discussed the career of Top Doc Dr Dannie Abse, his older brother Top Doc Wilfred, their friends, as well as Dannie’s brother, lawyer and Labour MP Leo Abse. Dannie and Wilfred both trained at the Westminster Hospital and they were taught by the Top Docs under discussion in this post. Dannie’s autobiography mentions some of the younger Docs under discussion in this post by name, he was mates with them.

The Abses were all facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring – their father probably facilitated organised abuse in the previous generation – and George Thomas was a family friend, having taught the boys when they were at school. Leo Abse was the Labour MP for Pontypool, 1958-83 and then for Torfaen, 1983-87, after the constituency was reconfigured and Leo single-handedly orchestrated the Children Act 1974, which resulted in so many kids being taken into care and handed over to Gwynne and Dafydd’s Gang, as well as to linked rings. It was Jim Callaghan as Wilson’s Home Secretary who allowed Leo Abse to get the ball rolling for that particular venture. See post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’.

Dannie Abse was a hopeless Top Doc, wasn’t interested, wanted to leave when he was a student at Westminster and failed his exams constantly. His autobiography makes it clear that he only did medicine after being coerced into it by Wilfred and Wilfred even ordered him to go to Westminster, no other med school. Wilfred was older than Dannie and had trained at Westminster. Wilfred became a psychiatrist, worked at the asylum near Abergavenny in the late 1950s – Wilfred knew Gwynne – and then emigrated to the US (as did the Abses’ sister) and became a Prof of Psychiatry there. Dannie was the least motivated of the family, he really was only interested in poetry, for which he became famous. Yet Dannie worked as a lacklustre Top Doc for his entire life. A chest physician, specialising in TB before that was no longer a public health problem.

The extended Abse family wanted family members to be lawyers and Top Docs and they were delighted when Leo became an MP. It was excellent for the family business.

I presume that Wilfred knew this contingent of famous Top Docs from south Wales who dominated the Westminster Hospital and that’s why he went there and insisted that Dannie did as well. Their career paths are so similar that it can’t be a coincidence.

Leo Abse has been the subject of historical abuse investigations. He was close mates with George Thomas and admitted bribing people who had threatened to expose Thomas’s sexual assaults, including paying one person to begin a new life in Australia. Abse also threatened to frame and imprison another complainant if they did not shut up. See post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’.

Sounds familiar. I was threatened repeatedly and when I was at UCNW, I knew two other students who encountered the Gang. D.G.E. Wood’s wife, a senior lecturer in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW, secured one of them a plum job in America (well her dad worked for ‘The Daily Telegraph’, she couldn’t just be threatened and screwed over like the rest of us) and D.G.E. Wood then organised a job in Australia for the other girl. She didn’t want to go, refused and crumbled. Wood announced that he wouldn’t be ‘treating’ her again, there was no helping her. She was having a breakdown, had been terrorised by the Gang and they were trying to pack her off to Australia against her wishes… See post ‘Just A Language Divide?’.

 

Westminster Hospital in the mid-1920s. The hospital was demolished in the early 1950s; this is now the site of the Queen Elizabeth Conference Centre.

Although Clement Price Thomas was introduced to thoracic surgery by Tudor Edwards, he was also influenced by Ernest Rock Carling and G. T. Mullally. In addition, encouragement in chest surgery came from J. E. H. Roberts and Morriston Davies.

Sir Ernest Rock Carling is remembered by the Royal College of Surgeon’s Plarr’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online:

Born on 6 March 1877, the third son of F R Carling JP of Guildford, he entered the medical school of the Westminster Hospital in 1895; in 1900, while still a student, he volunteered for the South African war, serving with the Imperial Yeomanry Field Hospital and returning to qualify in 1901. The following year he obtained honours and a gold medal in the London MB examination. After a series of house appointments and a period as demonstrator of anatomy, he was appointed to the staff of the Westminster Hospital in 1906. He was also appointed to the Seamen’s Hospital at Greenwich and served as consulting surgeon to Chislehurst, Watford, and Hornsey Hospitals. Later he became consultant to King Edward VII Convalescent Home for Officers at Osborne.

In the war of 1914-18 he was mobilised as Captain, RAMC(T), with the 4th London General Hospital, later proceeding to Belgium and France as surgical specialist with the rank of Major. After the war he was a pioneer in the use of radium and in 1928 established a radium centre at the Westminster Hospital, setting up there with the help of his son, Francis Carling, the two original radium bombs.

Readers will be impressed with the story of the radium bombs. No, Sir Ernest and his son didn’t drop a radium bomb on anyone per se, but they inserted a radium ‘bomb’ into the vaginas of a number of their patients in an attempt to treat what they believed were tumours in the pelvic area. The dose of radium was substantial and later discussions of Sir Ernest’s radium bombs described them as ‘doing more harm than good’. Sir Ernest wrote about his radium bombs most enthusiastically in the BMJ in 1929. He maintains that he used radium bombs on 13 patients, but by his own admission, he wrote to the BMJ before he knew how these patients would fare from the ‘treatment’.

However, Sir Ernest did know how four of the patients fared by the time that he wrote to the BMJ: they’d died. As a result of the radium bombs. Whoops, Ernie went overboard on the gamma rays! One patient described in the BMJ Ernie realised could not be ‘cured’, even with a radium bomb because the cancer was too far advanced, but Ernie treated her with a radium bomb anyway on the grounds that it would reduce her pain. Whoops! Ernie got it wrong again, Ernie noticed that after the bomb the tumour had not reduced at all and the patient was ‘obviously not too well’. He said no more about that patient. A third patient described in the article developed problems with wound infection after the radium bomb, but she ‘left hospital in a fair condition’.

This was 1929, oncology was very different then, but four out of 13 patients dying as a direct consequence of the treatment very soon afterwards is not a good sign. What was Ernie’s conclusions re the radium bomb, from this trial of 13 people, four of whom died almost immediately, the rest who’s prognosis was unknown because Ernie hadn’t, by his own admission, observed them long enough to know?

Ernie concluded that: ‘Since it has been proved beyond doubt that radium will entirely eradicate carcinoma in the cervix and vagina, it is logical to try and extend the influence of the radium to the growing edge of the tumour by means of intra-abdominal radium. The cases so far treated show that this method is not attended by any undue risk to the patient and the small series treated in 1923-24, show sufficiently good results to justify us in investigating further this line of treatment’.

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My immediate response to this is ‘take your pick, vaginal mesh or radium bomb?’, but I am puzzled why, if Ernie shoved radium bombs up the fannies of 13 patients in 1923-24, by 1929, he did not know how successful the bombs had been. That’s five years, oncologists often work on the basis of five year survival rates and in 1929 there was not the pressure on journals that there is now, it’s not as if Ernie’s article would have been in press for two years…

There is therefore something that Ernie did not tell us. As he had cheerily admitted to shoving radium bombs up people’s nether regions, killing four of them almost on the spot, I can only wonder what Ernie omitted from his BMJ article.

This talk of intra-vaginal radium bombs in the hands of one of Gwynne and Dafydd’s mates has brought back another memory. In 1988, I was working at Surrey University in the Cancer Research Campaign team led by Prof Vincent Marks, brother of the BMA Chairman Dr John Marks. John Marks was doing battle with Ken Clarke at the time, while leading the organisation that was providing Tony Francis, Dafydd and their colleagues with free advice on how to refuse to answer my complaints and to bring charges against me, although the Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park admitted that Francis didn’t have the evidence for the violent attacks on my part that he alleged. The BMA were nevertheless encouraging Francis to document these violent attacks as fact.

One day I sent an envelope to Gwynedd Heath Authority sealed with the radioactive warning tape that is found in labs; like Sellotape but it is yellow with a pattern on it. I used it to seal an envelope that wouldn’t stick. I remember making a comment in the enclosed letter that lest any more ridiculous allegations were made about me, no this was not a letter bomb. Imagine my surprise when, the following year, I received a copy of Bluglass’s Report into my complaint. Bluglass had written in the Report – along with the rest of the speculation and rumour pointing to my ‘dangerousness’ – that I had ‘sent a radioactive package’ to Gwynedd Health Authority which was a clear indication of how dangerously irresponsible I was. Bluglass at no time asked me about this event and neither did anyone else. There was no evidence that anyone had run a Geiger counter over that envelope sealed with the radioactive tape to see if it was radioactive and of course my comment re ‘no more false allegations please’ had been ignored. The BMA advised on the compiling of the ‘evidence’ re me sending radioactive packages to Top Docs.

Dr John Marks is a barrister as well as a Top Doctor. I’m not sure of the details, but after the lengthy period of mutual hatred between Ken Clarke and the BMA, the basis of the truce between them was the arrangement that my career and that of Brown and other witnesses would be ruined. My contract at Surrey expired after a year and was not renewed because Vincent told me that the funding had run out and we hadn’t been given anymore. I found out only last year that Vincent had given my data to Prof Nicola Curtin at Newcastle-upon-Tyne University and she published my work under her name and used it to raise further funding for her and others. See eg. post ‘Apocalypse Now’.

Anyone for a radium bomb inserted rectally into a few lying Top Docs?

Uncle Harry personally knew these people Ed.

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Would Ed like to comment?

 

1929 [Ernest] published a book of instruction on radium practice in association with J Paterson Ross, and he was made a member of the Medical Research Council and of the Radium Trust. In 1930 as dean of the medical school he rendered most valuable service in the planning and development of the new Westminster Hospital.

So Sir Ernest was the man who was Dean of the Westminster Medical School and presided over the development of an institution that for some reason became very attractive to a group of Top Docs from south Wales who were systematically and rapidly building up a trafficking ring.

With the outbreak of war in 1939 he was appointed consultant adviser to the Ministry of Health and Ministry of Home Security and after the war took part in the Ministry’s survey of the Hospital Services. He was deeply interested in the social aspect of medicine, being a member of the executive council of the Institute of Almoners, and was associated with the Nuffield Provincial Hospital Trust.

Private medicine again; yet Sir Ernest was a key figure in the provision of NHS facilities and training of medical students for the new NHS…

He was a member of a number of committees connected with atomic energy, being chairman of the International Commission on Radiological Protection and the Radium Commission of the Central Health Services Council.

Atomic energy! My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ explained how after Dafydd was thrown out of university when he was studying chemistry, he bagged a job at Windscale, where he somehow found out about wrongdoing in High Places, both in terms of sex scandals in Gov’t but also re safety breaches at Windscale and the concealing of this at Gov’t level.

Dafydd somehow gained a place and funding to read medicine at Liverpool when he worked at Windscale; having been kicked out of one degree already, he would not have been an attractive applicant for Liverpool Medical School, yet they accepted him. I realised that Dafydd made an important contact at Windscale and will have done a deal with them, but I didn’t know who it was. Dafydd left Windscale before the fire in Oct 1957 (Dafydd qualified as a Top Doc in 1957), so that wasn’t the scandal which propelled him into Liverpool University, it was something some five or six years previously. Unless of course Dafydd qualified as a Top Doc and then caused the Nuclear Accident, nothing is beyond Dafydd.

The Windscale Fire took place on 10 Oct 1957. Dennis Vosper, Macmillan’s Minister of Health who was facilitating the Gang, suddenly stood down on ‘doctor’s advice’ – although Vosper wasn’t that ill and reappeared as a junior Minister in the Home Office in time to handle the Profumo Affair – and resigned in Sept 1957. Macmillan had only appointed Vosper in Jan 1957, when Macmillan took over as PM from Anthony Eden. Vosper’s resignation was something to do with Gwynne and Denbigh. Vosper was given a peerage in 1964 and was dead two years later, at a not very great age. See previous posts.

Did Dafydd know Sir Ernest via the embryonic Wales trafficking network?

 

[Ernest] was a wise and experienced examiner,

He knew how to move goalposts unjustly, such a process was the only way in which Dannie Abse eventually qualified by Dannie’s own admission and I very much doubt that Dafydd covered himself in glory at medical school.

having examined at London, Sheffield, and Edinburgh Universities. As a member for ten years and sometime chairman of the Court of Examiners his clinical acumen and administrative ability were universally acknowledged by his colleagues. He was vice-president of the Section of Surgery of the BMA in 1934 and a member of the Association’s Fracture Committee. In 1942 he was elected vice-president of the Westminster Hospital in recognition of his services, with special reference to the rebuilding of the Hospital.

Word had got around sex abuse circles in south Wales that the Westminster was the place to train if you wanted to be a Top Doc. The best hospital in Europe according to Wilfred Abse.

He was a popular and kindly man, despite his highly critical outlook, inspiring deep affection in all those who worked in association with him. He married Petra, daughter of the Rev E D Rock of Creeting St Peter, Suffolk, by whom he had two sons; she died in January 1959. He died suddenly at his home 49 Hallam Street, W1 on 15 July 1960. A memorial service was held in St Margaret’s, Westminster on 3 October 1960.

Another Top Doc at the centre of Those Who Propped Up Gwynne et al who suddenly pegged out in 1960; Sir Ernest popped his blogs days before Macmillan appointed Enoch Powell as Minister of Health. Ma’am Darling had married Roger Gilliatt’s mate Lord S two months previously. Sir Ernest keeled over in July and then in Sept, Sir Gordon went under the wheels of that vehicle outside the Lords cricket ground.

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As well as his responsibilities at the Westminster, The King’s Top Doctor Clement Price Thomas remained the predominant chest surgeon at the Brompton Hospital. He also served as consultant in thoracic surgery to the British Army and RAF.

Wilfred and Dannie Abse both worked as chest physicians in the Forces.

Price Thomas became consultant at the King Edward VII Sanatorium, Midhurst and at the Royal National Hospital for Diseases of the Chest, Ventnor. In addition, he had responsibilities at the Welsh National Memorial Association South Wales. Through Price Thomas’s contacts and reputation, he became advisor to thoracic surgery for the Ministry of Health.

Price Thomas had been appointed Tudor Edwards’ assistant surgeon in 1932 and they performed the first case of lobectomy of the lung for bronchiectasis in the same year. This was the start of a particularly close friendship over many years. It was inevitable that Price Thomas should comfortably fit into Tudor Edwards’ position in thoracic surgery at Westminster Hospital once Edwards resigned. Later, during a Tudor Edwards Memorial Lecture, Lord Brock commented that no-one knew Tudor Edwards better than Price Thomas.

Clement Price Thomas was known to operate mostly on tuberculosis and lung tumours and became very well known by the 1940s, performing a number of successful ‘firsts’. Price Thomas was considered to be fortunate to have one of the best anaesthetists to assist, Ivan Magill. Magill was the anaesthetist who attended when Price Thomas operated on the King’s lung.

Sir Ivan Whiteside Magill (23 July 1888-25 November 1986) was an Irish born Top Doc famous for his involvement in much of the innovation and development in modern anaesthesia. He helped to establish the Association of Anaesthetists of Great Britain and Ireland. Several medical devices are named after Ivan Magill. Originally a GP, Magill accepted a post at the Queen’s Hospital, Sidcup in 1919 as an anaesthetist. Magill, working with plastic surgeon Harold Gillies, was responsible for the development of numerous items of anaesthetic equipment but most particularly the single-tube technique of endotracheal anaesthesia.

Following the closure of the Queen’s Hospital and the diminishing numbers of patients seen from the war era, Magill continued to work with Gillies in private practice but was also appointed to the Westminster and Brompton Hospitals. Lilibet gave Magill a K in 1960, the year that Sir Ernest of the Vaginal Radium Bombs suddenly pegged out days before Ma’am Darling married Lord S and then a few months later Sir Gordon went under the wheels of something or other outside of the Lords cricket ground .

Magill was closely involved in the establishment of the Faculty of Anaesthesia of the Royal College of Surgeons where he developed the Diploma in Anaesthesia.

In 2010, a plaque marking Magill’s birthplace was unveiled in the town of Larne, N Ireland.

Magill trained at Queen’s University, Belfast, so he knew something about the elite paedophile ring based at Kincora Boys’ Home, with which Anthony Blunt and Lord Mountbatten are alleged to have been involved. The ring at Kincora was directly linked to the Gang in north Wales. The Belfast paedophile child psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser worked with boys at Kincora. When Fraser left N Ireland – after the GMC in the 1970s permitted him to continue practising although Fraser had been convicted of child sex offences – he obtained jobs at Springfield Hospital and UCL. See previous posts.

Robert Grosvenor, the 5th Duke of Westminster, lived at his estate in N Ireland and for the first few years of his life so did Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the 6th Duke, Carlo’s close friend. See previous posts for details of the 6th Duke’s numerous links with the Gang’s network, including St George’s Hospital and many charidees and other organisations. The 6th Duke was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association when Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester. Morrison’s sex parties with kids in care from north Wales and elsewhere were widely gossiped about, both within Chester and the Chester Tory Party.

Some months ago I received an e mail alleging that as a boy, Peter Morrison had been sexually abused by Robert Grosvenor, the 5th Duke and it was suggested this was why Morrison’s own sexual development had been so disrupted.

 

Ivan Magill pegged out in Nov 1986, just a few weeks after Gwynne turned his toes up. Ollie Brooke was due to stand trial for kiddie porn offences the following month and I was on that MSc at Hammersmith, while my complaints about Jackie Brandt unlawfully detaining me in Ysbyty Gwynedd where Dafydd then tried to Talk Sex with me were being ignored. Dafydd and co had already hatched a Cunning Plan re how to have me banged up in Denbigh when I next arrived in north Wales. I have recently been told that Hammersmith Hospital were fully aware that they had the person who was blowing the whistle on the partners-in-grime in north Wales on their MSc but discreet planning behind closed doors was taking place, rather than overt threats a la Wood and Dafydd, that having already backfired in a major way.

Top Doctors! I have frequently observed that next time, just investigate serious complaints instead of resorting to increasingly serious crime in your attempts to stop a whistleblower who is not easily intimidated. It’s OK now, I understand why you didn’t. The crime was just so serious, involved so many Important People, went back so many years and led to the door of Buck House, so you could not do anything else other than murder witnesses and try and have me incarcerated in a high security hospital or indeed lobotomised.

You’re in a bit of a mess now aren’t you?

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Clement Price Thomas is described as having been a ‘valuable expert counsellor’, being President of the Medical Protection Society for many years.

The phrase ‘expert’ (or ‘wise’) counsellor is Top Doc speak for ‘someone who is able to tell us how to get out of serious trouble’. After Gwynne died, a little obituary in an internal staff newsletter produced by Clwyd Health Authority described Gwynne as a ‘sensitive and wise counsellor and administrator’. Gwynne lobotomised witnesses to serious crime, but unlike Dafydd wasn’t actually found without his trousers in the female dorms in the early hours of the morning. Gwynne was every bit as bad as Dafydd, but instead he simply lied, forged documentation and gave a good impression of a poor old man who had been misunderstood by yet another nutter. His track record suggests everything but this. Thus Gwynne was a sensitive and wise counsellor.

Lie your arses off boys – and of course get at least one female Angel to do so as well, that’s essential – I’ll fabricate the documentation, we’ll gather evidence from other criminals who could also go to prison if anyone ever believes this witness and present it as ‘evidence’ that they’re so crazed and dangerous that they need psychosurgery. Not that we’ll mention the word lobotomy, that’s had rather a bad press, we’ll use the phrase ‘new treatment’ or cingulotomy or something… Problem solved. Our public and united response will be:

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The Medical Protection Society, like the MDU, is an insurer of Top Doctors and provides them with legal advice. I have no problem with Top Docs being insured and receiving legal advice, but the MPS and the MDU have for many years consistently defended Top Docs whom they know to have maimed and killed patients, who were undoubtedly dangerous and whom they know have been involved in serious crime. Everyone deserves legal representation if accused, including to assist if they are guilty, but the MDU and MPS have gone way beyond that. My documents alone show that the MDU supplied Tony and Sadie Francis, as well as Dafydd, with legal advice over many years re how to refuse to respond to complaints, then have me prosecuted with a view to imprisoning me. The MDU knew that the Drs Francis and Dafydd had perjured themselves in every case, yet still they acted for them. The MDU at one point wrote to the Drs Francis advising them to drop their legal action against me because they did not have the evidence for their allegations. The Drs Francis refused to do this, so the MDU went ahead anyway and asked for my imprisonment for supposedly breaching a High Court injunction which had itself been obtained on the basis of perjury, with the MDU representing Tony Francis. See eg.’The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’. The MDU were also fully aware of the serious nature of my complaint and they read detailed accounts provided by me of serious crimes carried out against patients in north Wales, naming perpetrators and institutions, dates etc.

The MDU did not respond. Some of those cases against me backed by the MDU took place during investigations and inquiries into a possible VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire involving Top Docs, the North Wales Police and the Social Services. The MDU and MPS have no excuse for their actions.

After the ‘rogue surgeon’ Ian Paterson went to prison a few years ago following his maiming of scores of patients, having carried out unnecessary operations on them for financial gain, Paterson’s insurers (it was either the MDU or MPS) refused to compensate the women/ their families, on the grounds that by not doing what a Top Doc should be doing, Paterson was in breach of his contract and therefore they would not be stumping up. The women remained maimed and dead.

My post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’ discussed many of those who have held senior roles in the MPS and MDU. They were/are often Docs and others who have concealed criminality and patient harm themselves, including Sir George Godber, for years the Gov’t CMO who moved mountains to ensure that Gwynne and Dafydd were able to continue in their own sweet way, and Lord Simon Glenarthur, who as Thatch’s Minister for Health was personally responsible for purchasing all that infected blood from the US to be used on NHS patients, from which thousands of people contracted hepatitis and/or HIV. See previous posts.

Price Thomas was a founder President of the Medical Council on Alcoholism; Thomas Holmes Sellors followed him as President as a later date. The Winter 1973 issue of the journal ‘Alcohol and Alcoholism’ (Vol 8, Issue 1, 11 Dec 1973) Paid Tribute to Price Thomas as Founder of the Medical Council on Alcoholism and mentioned that even after Clement had ‘relinquished’ this office in 1973, he was a ‘friend and mentor’ to the organisation. The article explained that at the inaugural meeting of the Council in April 1967, Price Thomas’s opening address maintained that there was an urgent need for such a body which ‘he believed would usher in a new phase in the approach to the medical and medical-social aspects of alcoholism in Britain’. We were told that although ‘for some time illness had prevented Clement from attending meetings of the Council, he had been persuaded to remain in office and he’d continued to keep in close touch with its affairs and to give his  counsel on many an important occasion’.

Regular readers will know that the biggest alcohol/drugs charidee in north Wales – and probably in the whole of Wales by now as well – is Dafydd’s charidee CAIS. Dafydd established CAIS in the mid-1970s, because guess what, Dafydd Identified A Need. Back at the birth of CAIS, the Need identified by Dafydd was primarily that of Booze. The explosion in class A drugs in north Wales didn’t happen until 1984, which coincided with CAIS declaring a Problem with Cannabis Psychosis while the CAIS workers flogged class A drugs to the people who had been diagnosed with Cannabis Psychosis. See previous posts eg. ‘Amber Rudd, The Miners’ Strike and A Memory Jogged’.

Not only did Dafydd Identify A Need re booze back in 1977 or thereabouts but Dafydd pioneered a rather different approach to alcoholism than that popularised by AA ie. public confession and the mantra that once an alkie always an alkie and that the only answer is never to touch another drop again. Dafydd promoted Moderate Drinking In Alcoholics. Which as any fule kno – or at least everyone in north Wales knew – was because Dafydd, an alcoholic, liked a wee dram himself and had no intension of giving up. It was such a laugh in the 1990s when Dafydd’s Battle Against Cannabis spilled over onto Welsh TV, including onto the Kane Debates (see previous posts) and there would be Dafydd sitting in the studio audience with a huge red alcoholic nose. Vincent Kane would say things like ‘I have never puffed a joint because it is illegal’ and the blowers of dope in the audience would argue with Kane and then Dafydd would be given the last word on the matter by Kane, Dafydd being an Expert who specialised in Drugs. Meanwhile Dafydd’s Drugs Patients – Dafydd used to tell them that he loved them and they were paid to appear on TV and say that they would be dead without Dafydd – would be in Bangor High Street or even in the Royal Oak in Rachub flogging class A drugs.

I always presumed that Dafydd invented the business of moderate boozing for alcoholics because he wanted to use that excuse himself, so imagine my surprise when I was researching for this blog and I found out that this was actually an idea promoted by David Lewis Davies, the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley back in Dafydd’s era of Being Trained at the Maudsley. David Davies established himself as the UK Expert on alcoholism and its treatment and published a journal article that Reconfigured The Field, in that it demonstrated that alcoholics could indeed drink moderately yet not slip into serious drinking. Sadly Davies subsequently discovered that most of his sample (which was tiny, seven people) were not actually alcoholics. Davies’s ‘research’ was ludicrous, it would have been inadequate as an undergrad project yet alone the ‘clinical trial’ upon which the Dean of the Maudsley was to base his treatment approach. Not that it did David Davies any harm; on the back of this research, he became an Expert, raised funding and established an Alcohol Education Centre at the Maudsley which quietly imploded after a few years. Davies also served as the President of the Society of Addiction and was on the Editorial Board of the ‘Journal Of Addiction’. David Davies was alleged to have inspired other Top Docs who established their names on the back of their success in treating alcoholics, such as Max Glatt, who don’t seem to have had much more of a solid base for their reputations than David Davies. See previous posts.

David Davies went to Oundle School, as did Sir Clough Williams-Ellis. Sir Kenneth Robinson, Dafydd and Gwynne’s friend and protector and the first Minister of Health under Harold Wilson also went to Oundle. There was just a few years difference in age between Davies and Robinson. Lord Newborough aka Micky Wynn, another umbrella for Gwynne, Dafydd and the Gang, went to Oundle at a similar time to Davies and Robinson. See post ‘And Death Shall Have No Dominion’. A number of other Oundle old boys were members of the Gang’s wider support network, such as Sir Peter Scott. See previous posts.

After Oundle, David Davies went to St John’s College, Oxford before training as a Top Doc at Manchester University. There were a number of alumni of St John’s College, Oxford who were of direct assistance to the Gang, such as the corrupt mandarin Sir Idwal Pugh, who served as Permanent Secretary in the Welsh Office and then as Parliamentary and Health Ombudsman, ensuring that the Gang’s criminality could continue and indeed expand unhindered. See post ‘The Naked Civil Servants’. Other St John’s alumni who are of the Gang’s network include Edward du Cann, Kingsley Amis and Philip Larkin. See eg. ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’.

Dafydd did pretty much the same thing in north Wales, but with CAIS rather than a Centre. Dafydd received funding from Gwynedd County Council and from other sources and CAIS grew from there. People in north Wales continued to experience serious problems with alcohol and such was the dissatisfaction with Dafydd and CAIS (Dafydd was eventually appointed as THE Top Doc for those with alcohol and drug problems, so there was no escaping him if you fell into that category) that people went to AA instead. I have described in a previous post how a former patient and friend of Dafydd’s, in the 1990s called himself Rev, wore a dog collar and was given access to the wards, offices and patients of the Hergest Unit, although he was not a ‘real’ Minister. The Rev appeared on TV as well, Supporting Dafydd. Then turned up at AA in Bangor, where his status as a Minister was questioned by someone known to me who was a regular at AA. That man was then barred from AA meetings. See previous posts.

For other cons that CAIS have run see eg. ‘Another Scam Brought To You By CAIS…’, ‘Newly Discovered – Parabl!’, ‘The Story Behind £1.5 Million’ and ‘George Osborne Enters The Picture’.

Dafydd’s Gang just ran everything in north Wales, everything. If they weren’t running something, they soon ensured that they were.

Dafydd metamorphosed into Wales’s Leading Substance Abuse Expert who was afforded wall to wall media coverage after I refused to withdraw my complaints about the Gang and began to be dragged through the Courts by them constantly. The ante was upped yet more from spring 1994, after Patient F and I met with the Mental Health Act Commission and told them that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that serious complaints were not been investigated.

F, when young, had used drugs, but cannabis and psychedelics rather than class A addictive substances. He knew that Dafydd was selling drugs to the addicts in his ‘clinics’ at the Hergest Unit and F confronted the Hergest Unit staff about this. See ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’ F and I were then banned from the Hergest Unit on the grounds that we were a Danger To Dafydd. Particularly me.

As Dafydd got serious about his drugs business in north Wales in the early-mid-1980s, he also had a helping hand in the Commons, in the form of John Tilley, the Labour MP for Lambeth Central. There are records in Hansard of Tilley urging the Gov’t to provide much more funding for Top Docs and charidees who treated alcoholics and drug addicts. See previous posts.Had there been evidence that those Top Docs and charidees were in the least bit effective or helpful, that would have made sense, but the evidence was just not there.

Neither was it just Dafydd who was running drugs charidees and wards where drugs were openly flogged by docs, Angels and other patients; I was always told by F that it was standard practice. The material that I have read since beginning this blog confirms everything that F used to tell me; that NHS and private clinics were and are crawling with people who constantly urge patients to buy drugs from them. F, as a young hippy in hospital in the south of England in the 1970s after experiencing what was probably an LSD-elicited psychosis, was offered heroin. By the consultant psychiatrist who had sectioned him. I have always believed F re that anecdote, he supplied me with much detail and I double checked. F maintained that this psych was making a fortune by knowingly encouraging patients to become addicted to heroin and cocaine; that Top Doc does not seem to have been alone in doing that.

As for John Tilley’s lobbying for increased Gov’t funding for drugs and alcohol services, John Tilley was the man who suddenly arrived in south London in 1968, joined Wandsworth Council and in 1971 found himself Council Leader. Wandsworth was the location of the ring run from St George’s/Springfield Hospital/Wandsworth Social Services and that ring also dealt in class A drugs. Tony Francis’s former Top Doc colleague from south Wales, Prof Hamid Ghodse, led the Drugs team at St George’s/Springfield and they were selling class As to clients. See post ‘A Galaxy of Talent’.

Previous posts have discussed how the Top Docs at Springfield, the psych unit affiliated to St George’s, knew Dafydd’s former boss at the Maudsley, Bob Hobson and that Tony Francis wrote to Springfield Top Docs and told them to contact Lucille Hughes at Gwynedd Social Services for information re my dangerousness. Wandsworth Social Services also rang and wrote to Lucille and Tony Francis re information that I presented to the life and limb of everyone. I have never had any contact or ‘service’ from Wandsworth Social Services, was never offered one and never asked for one. I was unaware of these communications until my lawyers finally managed to obtain my records years later. Neither have I ever been a client of Gwynedd Social Services, although they were always happy to perjure themselves in their attempts to imprison me.

It was a huge trafficking and drug dealing ring run by Top Docs and Social Services.

Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, 6th Duke of Westminster, was, among many other things, President of the Drugs and Alcohol Foundation, 1987-97 and President of the Life Education Centre for Drugs Prevention, 2000-12. Gerald was also President of the National Kidney Research Fund, 1985-97, a charidee set up by Sir William Asscher when he was based at the Welsh National School of Medicine (the charidee has had several changes of name and I think now calls itself Kidney Wales). Previous posts have discussed the central role that Lord Peter Walker played in Dafydd and Gwynne’s enterprise. Peter Walker was the Tory MP for Worcester, 1961-92. Gerald Grosvenor was President of the Worcestershire Cricket Club, 1984-86. Gerald lived at his estate in Cheshire.

John Tilley arrived in south London months before John Allen opened his first children’s home in north Wales in 1968. Tilley was elected as the Labour MP for Lambeth Central in 1978, serving as the MP until 1983, when the seat was abolished. Tilley didn’t return to Parliament but he was later Chief Economic Adviser to the London Borough of Hackney. Where Dafydd’s partner gang sent kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales. There was a big ring in Lambeth, facilitated by the Maudsley. It merged with the ring in Wandsworth and Lambeth sent numerous kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales…

John Tilley was friends with Lord Scarman and Tilley was Lord Scarman’s adviser and tour guide when Scarman was appointed to dispense wisdom after the 1981 Brixton riots, as discussed in previous posts.

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See previous posts for details of John Tilley’s activities, including ‘Lord Snooty The Third’.

 

Clement Price Thomas ended up leading the team that removed the cancerous left lung from King George VI after the King had been unwell in 1951 and was advised by his physicians Sir Daniel Davies, Sir Horace Evans, Geoffrey Marshall and Sir John Weir, to return to London from Balmoral and confine himself to his room. He was described as having ‘catarrhal inflammation’ and that rest might improve it. However, the King did not improve and was considerably weak, thin and pale with little exercise tolerance due to intermittent claudication, a painful condition that arises from peripheral vascular  disease, often as a result of heavy smoking.

The King’s peripheral vascular disease came in handy when an explanation was needed from Price Thomas’s support group as to why the King fared so badly after his successful operation and then died. One thing that would seem evident is that the King did not have catarrh.

Horace Evans starred in a previous posts. Horace was yet another Top Doc from south Wales, Dowlais, Merthyr Tydil precisely. Lord Horace is seen as one of the Great Doctors of his time, along with Lord Dawson of Penn and Lord Horder, but as with Lord Dawson of Penn who admitted to hastening the death of King George V (see previous posts), Lord Horace’s patients didn’t always benefit from Horace’s clinical efforts as they would have wanted. It was Horace who in 1953 directed Anthony Eden, then Churchill’s Foreign Secretary, the way of John Hume, Cardinal Basil Hume’s brother, for a routine gall bladder operation. John Hume made a major elemental error that nearly killed Eden and from which he never fully recovered. Horace blamed Churchill for ‘intimidating’ Hume before the surgery. Lilibet was known to dislike Eden and his wife Clarissa and Eden made his view known that the Royal Family should not exert influence on the political decisions of Gov’t. Horace had been appointed Physician to Queen Mary in 1946, Physician to King George VI in 1949 and became Physician to Lilibet in 1957.

Eden’s performance and health when PM was adversely affected by him developing an addiction to Benzedrine. It was prescribed by Horace Evans who was Eden’s Top Doc and Horace Evans was fully aware of the effect that it was having on Eden, yet did not warn Eden or try to reduce his dependence. See previous posts.

Eden’s health problems were used as part of the ammo against him before his resignation as PM in Jan 1957. 1957 was the year in which Gwynne did something so grim that in the autumn Macmillan, who had succeeded Eden as PM, reshuffled his Gov’t to conceal it. Dafydd qualified as a Top Doc in 1957 and joined the party at Denbigh before popping off to the Maudsley to make business contacts. Horace became Lord Horace in 1957.

Lord Horace spent his early years in Dowlais but the family moved to Liverpool when his father was offered the job of conductor of the Liverpool Welsh Choral Union, so Horace ended up a pupil at Liverpool College, the school attended by a few of Dafydd’s Gang, including Lord David Hunt. Lord Horace’s family, like Lord Platt’s were Musical and Horace studied at the Guildhall School of Music from the age of 12. At the age of 18 he decided to pursue a career in medicine instead and became a student at the London Hospital. Horace remained at the London Hospital for much of his career, becoming a consultant there. He was a good mate of John Ellis and Clifford Wilson, who became the two Profs leading the facilitation of the Westminster Paedophile Ring by the 1960s. Horace will have known William Asscher at the London Hospital as well. Horace did not see the glorious creation of the international trafficking ring which was murdering witnesses by the 1980s, because sadly Horace died at the age of 60 on 29 Oct 1963, 11 days after Macmillan resigned as PM. Horace’s wife died in 1963 as well. There wasn’t much left of famille Evans by 1963 because Horace’s daughter had been ‘electrocuted in a tragic accident’ as a child, I think in the family home. Horace had another daughter as well, but being female she couldn’t inherit the peerage, so it died with him.

See previous posts for further details of Horace, Baron Evans of Merthyr Tydfil, who spent a lot of time in er Monaco. Perhaps he knew Princess Grace who met an unfortunate end herself?

 

A series of X-rays of the King’s lungs were reviewed which, reported by Dr Peter Kerley, a Westminster Hospital radiologist, – Abse’s colleague – suggested a tumour.

After Sir Horace Evans consulted Clement Price Thomas, a bronchoscopy was organised. The bronchoscopy and biopsy were performed on 16 September 1951 and the result confirmed lung cancer. The diagnosis was kept secret from the King, who was sent for surgery to remove a blockage.

Now you don’t worry my dear we’ll look after you…

It was ‘not customary for the public to need to know too much detail’. That is understandable, but if you’re a King with lung cancer, you probably would like to know.

By 11 am on Sunday 23 September 1951, the operation on the King’s lung was being performed by Price Thomas and his assistants Mr Charles Edwin Drew and Mr Peter Jones in Buck House. Following surgery, the King was moved back into his own bedroom. Drew and Jones stayed overnight to supervise his early recovery. Distracted on his way home from Buck House on the day of the operation, Price Thomas collided with another car, an accident that the police refused to prosecute him for.

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It was not customary for the public to need to know too much detail.

‘Mind how you go Sir’:

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Despite injury to the left recurrent laryngeal nerve and an effect on the King’s voice, the cancerous lung was successfully removed.

The King died on 6 Feb 1952 five months after that successful operation performed by Clement Price Thomas.

 

In 1925, Price Thomas married Ethel Doris, whose father was Mortimer Ricks from Paignton in South Devon. Price Thomas’s son Martyn Price Thomas FRCS (1935–2000) was also a surgeon.

Price Thomas lived in St John’s Wood and ‘was very welcoming and deeply religious’. St John’s Wood housed another Royal Top Doc, the phenomenally violent Arthur Dickson Wright, dad of Clarissa. See post ‘Arthur Dickson Wright – An Appreciation’. Some years later Ronnie Waterhouse lived in St John’s Wood and was a leading light in the St John’s Wood Society. Ronnie’s celeb neighbours included a selection of senior lawyers and judges as well as Paul McCartney. Top Tosser Jonathan Miller also resided in St John’s Wood as did Vanessa Feltz… Many supporters of Dafydd’s network were to be found there.

Price Thomas was ‘dedicated to his wife and sons. He retained his Welsh accent as well as his Welsh patriotism’. Even in St John’s Wood. I have come to realise that what people like Price Thomas who haven’t lived in Wales for years and who have become very much part of the English London-based elite, particularly those who rub noses with Royalty, mean by ‘retaining their Welsh patriotism’ is ‘maintaining close connections with all the other crooks who also have links to Wales’.

Ah bechod, I’m dedicated to the London Welsh Centre (see previous posts) it’s hiraeth. Recent Presidents of the London Welsh Trust include:

 

As cardiac surgery expanded and became more complex in the 1950s, Price Thomas decided to leave that to his junior colleagues. Charles Drew went on to research hypothermia and cardiac surgery whilst Peter Jones carried on with thoracic surgery. They have both know Bentall and the crew at Hammersmith…

Price Thomas was a chain-smoker himself, carrying at least 50 cigarettes in his pocket, and consequently he suffered from lung cancer. His caricature in Ellis’s Operations That Made History, 1996, shows a suited Price Thomas with numerous cigarette stubs at his feet. So in 1996, the year of the suppression of the Jillings Report and the announcement of the Waterhouse Inquiry, someone reminded everyone of Clement Price Thomas and the King’s operation…

In 1964, Price Thomas underwent a lobectomy for lung cancer himself, performed by Charles Drew, who had assisted him in the King’s operation in 1951. Price Thomas fared rather better than the King had when Price Thomas and Drew performed exactly the same operation on him, although Price Thomas smoked like a chimney. No intermittent claudication for Price Thomas! Or even catarrh. Despite his ill-health, Price Thomas remained active…re his presidencies of numerous bodies and he lived for another nine years, dying at the age of 79, on 19 March 1973…

Price Thomas was President of the Travelling Surgical Club, as it was known from 1952 to 1972. Now known as the Travelling Surgical Society of Great Britain, the Price Thomas Travelling Fellowship was established in the memory of Price Thomas and his surgeon son Martyn.

The operating table used in the operation on King George VI’s lung is on display at Westminster Hospital. Dr Cyril F. Scurr donated the ECG machine to the British Oxygen Company Museum at the Association of Anaesthetists of Great Britain.

Clement Price Thomas’s thoracotomy on King George VI was re-enacted in Stephen Daldry‘s TV series The Crown in 2016. ‘The highly realistic and accurate model of the King complete with surgical incisions was donated to the Gordon Museum of Pathology as an educational aid’.

The controversies over the cause of the King’s death were also touched on in the film The King’s Speech. As I mentioned at the beginning of this post, I never watched that film. But I will now. ‘The King’s Speech’ was made in 2010. The year before Operation Pallial was launched as more and more people discussed the huge cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry.

In 2010 the crap really rained down on the head of Merfyn Jones the VC of Bangor University, as described in previous posts. At that time, it was coming from the direction of one Gordon Brown in particular. Who was a mate of Eric Hobsbawm, the Hobsbawms being really chuffed to be mates with a PM at last. They must have suffered dreadfully through the years of Footie, the Windbag etc, not Being Friends With The PM.

Unlike Merfyn I never knew the Hobsbawms, Clough, Bertrand Russell, EP Thompson etc but my best mate from school and her husband were shafted by Gordon’s pal Lord Jack McConnell who used his knowledge of what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd’s Gang to become FM of Scotland. My other claim to a place in the Hall Of Lame is that Sheila Jenkins, a bitch of a people trafficking social worker who worked for Gwynedd Social Services, slandered and libelled me, broke confidence (or rather just made things up which she disguised as Sharing Information ie GOSSIPING) and tried to have me thrown out of Ysbyty Gwynedd by the police by making fallacious allegations about me, although I had been invited there for an appointment with a Top Doc (ooh we never unlawfully denied Sally Baker NHS care, we just made things so fucking difficult by lying through our teeth that she was arrested every time she walked through the door). Sheila was the mum of Sarah Jenkins, who was on the psychology degree at Bristol University with Gordon’s wife Sarah, who was Eric Hobsbawm’s daughter Julia’s schoolfriend and later business partner, in their PR company which took on much work from the trade unions and the Labour Party. In 1984-85, Sarah Jenkins shared accommodation with Christine Lippai, a girl with whom I had been at UCNW; Sarah and Christine rented their place from DGE Wood! See previous posts.

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Clement Price Thomas is of course remembered by the Royal College Of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows’ online:

b.22 November 1893 d.19 March 1973
KCVO(1951) MRCS LRCP(1921) MB BS Lond(1921) FRCS(1923) FRCP(1960) Hon MD Paris(1956) Hon LLD Wales(1953) Hon FRCSE Hon FRCSI

Clement Price Thomas…In 1927 he was appointed to the staff of the Westminster which he served until his retirement….He served on the Court of Examiners of the Royal College of Surgeons from 1948-1952 and was elected to the Council of that body in 1952, ultimately becoming a Vice-President from 1962-1964. He was elected a Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians in 1960…

Lord Robert Platt was the President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1957-62. Lord Platt was one of the Biggest Top Doctors in Britain during the 1950s and 60s. Lord Platt was a renal specialist, as was William Asscher, Mr Big re facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring during the 1980s. Lord Platt held the Chair of Medicine at Manchester University and for many years was Head of the Central Manchester Health Authority. He will undoubtedly have known about the abuse ring at Manchester with which Dafydd and Gwynne were linked and under which they received protection. Lord Platt was famously insulting about psychiatrists although his wife was one. Lord Platt will have probably thought that the fate of psych patients or kids in care was not worth worrying over, but his wife must have been part of the group of Top Docs that were facilitating the ring in Manchester. I have not yet managed to find details of Mrs/Lady/Dr Platt.

Although Lord Platt concerned himself with far more important things than psychiatry, such as Real Medicine, there were what I now realise were chinks in the armour which were always written off as Lord Platt being an eccentric old bugger. Lord Platt was President of the Eugenics Society, as were many of the Top Docs at the Maudsley and remained a eugenicist long after it had become unfashionable. Platt was also President of the Family Planning Association (FPA). The FPA always dressed itself up as being about ‘planned parenthood’ but previous posts have named many leading lights in the FPA who were facilitating the Gang and other abusers; it was because ‘Family Planning’ covered equipping underaged girls (or indeed people of any fertile age) who were being abused or forced into sex work with contraception or dealing with the pregnancies that resulted. It was an excellent cover, because like Therapists who are involved with organised abuse it could be constructed as being the interest of a liberal, caring person. Baroness Audrey Houghton was concealing the abuse that her husband Douglas Houghton facilitated and she was involved with the FPA in the name of Fighting For Wimmin and Dr John Dunwoody who colluded with organised abuse both as a Top Doctor, politician and NHS senior manager – his wife the Labour MP Gwyneth Dunwoody concealed the Gang as well and even daughter Tamsin launched a career as a Labour politician in the Welsh Assembly on the back of it all – was an FPA big wig. See previous posts.

Something odd was going on with the anti-smoking group ASH as well. Lord Platt and John Dunwoody were leaders in that organisation and I’ve found some archives naming other Defenders Of Dafydd and Gwynne who played key roles in ASH but I haven’t had time to blog about that yet.

Another perceived eccentricity of Lord Platt’s was his support for the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital in the face of Camden Health Authority’s plans to close it in the 1980s. When I wrote my earlier piece about Lord Platt in the post ‘The Crème de la Creme’, I attributed noble motives to him for supporting the Elizabeth Garrett Anderson Hospital in the face of his colleagues maintaining that it was not a ‘progressive’ cause. I have revised my view.

The Elizabeth Garrett Anderson famously was a hospital for women staffed entirely by female Top Docs. There was a near riot when Camden tried to close it and the opposition to closure was led substantially by Wimmin’s Champs, including Wendy Savage. Camden was the site of a big ring linked to Dafydd and Gwynne and the connection went back many years because of the presence of so many from Camden/Hampstead among the Welsh Bloomsbury Set and their friends. So it would make sense that women patients might be keen to be treated by female staff. Except that as in north Wales, in Camden the women were completely on board with the ring and provided a most excellent cover. But ALL the staff are women! That does not mean that they are not assisting a gang of male sex offenders; indeed as in north Wales, some of the Wimmin’s Champs in Camden were married to the offenders or their mothers, daughters etc… Or just good mates with them or knew that they could do very nicely if they colluded with this. As demonstrated by Baroness Peggy Jay, Baroness Tessa Jowell, Baroness Barbara Brooke and so many more previously featured on this blog.

Or by Camden Wimmin of a younger generation.

Then:

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Now:

Sarah Brown
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Brown in 2009
Spouse of the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom
In role
27 June 2007 – 11 May 2010
Preceded by Cherie Blair
Succeeded by Samantha Cameron
Personal details
Born
Sarah Jane Macaulay

31 October 1963 (age 55)
Beaconsfield, Buckinghamshire, England

Nationality British
Political party Labour
Spouse(s)
Gordon Brown (m.2000)
Children 3
Residence North Queensferry
Alma mater University of Bristol

Sarah Jane Brown (née Macaulay; born 31 October 1963), usually known as Sarah Brown, is a British campaigner for global health and education, founder and president of the children’s charity Theirworld, the Executive Chair of the Global Business Coalition for Education and the co-founder of A World at School.

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Anyone for a radium bomb?

Whether Lord Platt was simply on board with organised abuse because it was his wife’s bread and butter, whether he was on board because Gwynne and Dafydd and the rest were Fellow Members Of The Profession and Lord Platt couldn’t bear to not stand shoulder to shoulder with them or whether Lord Platt was in the thick of it I don’t know. But the support of Lord Platt and his wife being Of The Gang will have provided even better armour for Dafydd and Gwynne than the presence of Sir Douglas Black at Manchester University. See post ‘The Logic Of Medicine’.

Of course Manchester University was host to Isabel Emmett and Dorothy Emmet, pals of Bertrand Russell. Dorothy was also a pal of George Thomas. See post ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’ Lord Platt and his Wide Cultural Interests will have found enjoyable company in such circles.

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Here are a few Interesting Facts about Lord Platt:

Platt was born in St Marylebone, to a family unconnected with science or medicine, but infected with ‘music, the stage and the wanderlust’. His father, William Platt, with his wife Susan Willis, founded a co-educational boarding school in Grindleford, Derbyshire. Susan Willis was the first woman to become one of HM Inspectors of Schools. An uncle was a close friend of Keir Hardie.

Robert was educated at King Alfred’s School, Hampstead; at his parents’ school at Grindleford and at Sheffield University, where he qualified as a Top Doc.

Robert Platt was created Baronet in 1959, the year that Geraint Morgan QC, a barrister who worked in Chambers in Manchester, was elected the Tory MP for Denbigh. Robert Platt had homes in London and Buckinghamshire. Geraint Morgan’s parents were farmers from Carmarthenshire who moved to farm in Buckinghamshire.

Platt was appointed assistant physician to the Royal Infirmary Sheffield in 1931 and full physician in 1934, rapidly acquiring a considerable private practice.

Platt served in the RAMC, 1941-44, in Britain, North Africa and Italy.

Platt was a socialist and enthusiastic supporter of the NHS. He resigned from the BMA in 1947 and never rejoined.

Platt was a member of the MRC and later Chairman of its Clinical Research Board; a Member of the Royal Commission on Medical Education; Chairman of the first joint working party of the profession and the health departments, set up to review the medical staffing of hospitals; Chairman of the Merit Awards Committee; President of the National Society for the Abolition of Cruel Sports.

Platt’s support for women in medicine was ‘well-ahead of its time’. Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain was supportive of women in medicine.

In 1967 Platt became a life peer and attended regularly in the Lords for the next eleven years. He sat on the cross benches, in order, as he said, to be able to speak for medicine rather than to represent a party point of view. Platt spoke often and on many subjects, including the NHS, health education, divorce, pornography and voluntary euthanasia.

Outside medicine, Platt’s greatest interest was music, in particular playing the cello in string quartets. Platt served on the Committee of the Hallé Concert Society, 1947-53 and was a member of the Council of the Royal Manchester College of Music. From 1952 to 1965 Platt was Chairman of the Manchester Chamber Concerts Society.

Platt defended hereditary representation in the Lords.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online tribute asked of Platt ‘how did a man with such a background and such ideas come to exert the influence he did on a traditionally conservative body like the RCP?’

Here’s a clue:

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Platt’s first marriage in 1922 to Margaret Irene Cannon, a psychiatrist, produced a son and two daughters. The marriage was dissolved in 1974 and he married secondly Sylvia Jean Haggard (née Cavely) ARCM (viola).

Lord Platt’s son, Sir Peter Platt, was born in Sheffield, one of the hubs of Jimmy Savile’s crime empire, which was ignored by, among many in Sheffield, David Blunkett (see post ‘The Big Questions’) and became Professor of Music at the University of Sydney. Sir Peter died on 3 Aug 2000, seven months after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. By Aug 2000, Julia Hobsbawm’s friend Sarah’s husband Gordon was Chancellor of the Exchequer. Julia’s dad Eric was a pal of Gordon’s and Gordon used to pop over to Eric’s for dinner.

The month after Sir Peter Platt died, Gordon’s mate Jack McConnell, who had been at Stirling University with my two friends who also found themselves under attack from gangsters after they supported me and wanted to make a TV documentary about north Wales (see eg. ‘The Turn Of The Screw’), became the Scottish Gov’t Cabinet Minister for Education and Lifelong Learning. My friends’ first baby had died shortly after birth as a result of clinical negligence at Musgrove Park Hospital in Taunton in 1999. A Top Doc who knew them socially told them not to bother to sue because he knew that the staff were all going to lie about the circumstances of Angel’s death. As a result of their distress over Angels’ death my friends were unable to resume their work as film scriptwriters for a few years. They had built that side of their work up after having been forced out of their jobs at the Royal Television Society and the BBC at the same time as I was forced out of medical research. See previous posts.

On 22 Nov 2001 Jack McConnell became Scotland’s FM. I had qualified as a teacher in May 2001, but the Gang were already putting their latest dastardly plan into action to ensure that I was out of teaching within a year on the basis of lies, gossip, rumour and a failed attempt to frame me for ‘threats to kill’ on the basis of the perjury of some eight NHS staff. David Blunkett was Home Secretary at the time…

 

Lord Platt died on 30 June 1978 and although it is tempting to observe that a keystone of the Pyramid of Gwynne had been removed, as any fule kno Death Shall Have No Dominion. In fact after a criminal Top Doc has snuffed it, as I have found, should one say ‘Can I remind you of what he actually did?’, one is met by an even bigger

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Because He Is Dead And Cannot Defend Himself.

Well he didn’t defend himself when he was alive, he lied, forged documentation and Got His Mates Onto Me, which suggests that my ‘allegations’ may have had substance.

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Lord Denning was a member of Lincoln’s Inn, as was George Carman QC, the corrupt barrister who concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the criminality of Dafydd and Gwynne as well as that of Jimmy Savile. Miranda was George Carman’s pupil and Cherie worked in Carman’s Chambers until 1988. Cherie and Miranda were members of Lincoln’s Inn.

Though Price Thomas was primarily a general surgeon at the Westminster Hospital his career was principally concerned with thoracic work, where he was internationally recognized as a pioneer and leader. In the early days most of his work was concerned with pulmonary tuberculosis, where the development of surgical techniques played an important part in treatment. His skill in the selection of suitable patients for operative procedures was remarkable

He stuffed up with that King though.

and technically he was acknowledged a master. He was well known for having introduced into this country the operation of selectiveupper thoracoplasty pioneered by his friend Carl Semb of Oslo, and remained a dominant figure in this field as long as tuberculosis created the demand.

He was responsible for introducing the operative treatment for coarctation of the aorta to this country. He invited Clarence Crafoord from Stockholm to demonstrate the technique and ensured that his colleagues could share theexperience. He withdrew from the developing field of cardiac surgery owing to the pressure of work in the pulmonary field.

At the end of his career he was afflicted by one of those chest conditions for which he had so often given relief and in spite of a successful operation he became increasingly incapacitated and died at the age of 79.

At least Price Thomas’s successful operation saw him through another nine years of life, whereas the poor old King…

His marriage to Ethel Doris Ricks (Dorrie) in 1925 was extremely happy and they had two sons; one now a surgeon, the other an architect.

Clem was one of the most dominant and exciting figures of his day: a smallish man, full of vitality and with real humanity and warmth. He had no enemies and all who knew him had the greatest admiration and affection for him. In spite of his fame, and his ebullience, he was an extremely modest man without any sign of pomposity. As a surgeon he was superb, but he will be best remembered as a pioneer and a teacher. He taught informally, with many reminiscences and anecdotes, and his ward rounds were attended to overflowing. With his sense of humanity, judgment and humour, he was the ideal ‘operating-physician’.

Clement features in the Dictionary of Welsh Biography as well:

Clement Price Thomas… after a series of training posts at the Westminster Hospital in 1927 he was appointed to the consultant staff of the hospital as a general surgeon, where he came under the influence of another Welshman, Swansea-bornArthur Tudor Edwards,already acknowledged as a leader in thefield of thoracic surgery.

The physicist Lord Brian Flowers who spent much of his career at Imperial College, who served as VC of Manchester and London Universities and was one of the most senior academics at London overseeing the research fraud and crime in the London medical school which accompanied the trafficking ring, grew up and went to school in Swansea. There is a Swansea mafia – Rhodri Morgan’s family and Edwina Hart were/are part of it – and Flowers was as well, even when he was at the top of the tree in academia and in the Lords. See previous posts eg. ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

After Edwards’s resignation from the Westminster Hospital in 1930 to organise a department of thoracic surgery at the London Hospital, Price Thomas took over direction of the thoracic surgery work at the Westminster.

…During the 1930s and beyond [Price Thomas] played a leading role intransforming the discipline from one viewed with much apprehension to one enjoying widespread acceptance… Price Thomas’s reputation was such that patients came from all over the world to consult him and when, in 1951, it was decided that King George VI required surgical treatment for a diseased lung it was Clement Price Thomas who was invited to perform the operation… The immediate outcome of the thoracotomy was encouragingand as one of his first acts on resuming full sovereignly duties the King conferred the KCVO upon Price Thomas at Buckingham Palace on 14 December 1951. Sadly the King never fully recovered after the operation and died at Sandringham on 6 February 1952.

No problem, Price Thomas got his KCVO, the King prioritised that before dying two months after Clement bagged his K from a grateful but not very healthy King.

Westminster Hospital of the Trafficking Abses and Their Mates really dined out on their Clement having performed that operation on the King. I would imagine that the Westminster became untouchable after 1951  because of Clement. If no-one would accept a complaint about Gwynne, they were certainly not going to accept anything less than fawning praise for the hospital which numbered Clement on their staff.

I keep wondering why no-one noticed that the King didn’t sort of live for very long after Clement had got going on that lung. If I’d added to a King’s demise I would expect to have some explaining to do. Or didn’t it matter because that particular King was always seen as being a bit substandard, what with being left-handed and having the temerity to have a stammer?

Oh well, at least when that left-handed stammering King was out of the way, the path was clear for a Glorious Succession:

 

As the 1950s advanced, Price Thomas chose to leave specialist thoracic work to a new generation of surgeons but continued to practice general surgery until the turn of the 1960s. Throughout his career he was universally recognised by medical students, surgical trainees and his more senior colleagues as a fine teacher…

And of course as ‘That surgeon who operated on the King’.

Enjoying the affection of his colleagues as he did it was hardly surprising that his services were in great demand among a wide range of professional and academic bodies.

Don’t mention the King. I might have mentioned him once or twice but I think I’ve got away with it.

In relation to the Royal College of Surgeons of England he served as an examiner between 1948 and 1952, as a member of the College Council from 1952 to 1964, acting as its vice-president between 1962 and 1964…

Anyone remember that patient of Clement’s, that um sort of King??

Among many honours that came his way were the presidencies of the British Medical Association, the Thoracic Society, the Society of Thoracic Surgeons, the Association of Surgeons, the World Medical Society, the Medical Protection Society and the Royal Society of Medicine. Honorary degrees were conferred on him by the universities of Wales, Belfast, Paris, Lisbon, Athens and Karachi.

Nothing to do with the KING of course. Anyway we Do It For The Poor as any fule kno.

An accolade which gave him as much pleasure as any in his later years was his election as President of the medical school where he had commenced his studies, the Welsh National School of Medicine, a position he held from 1958 to 1970.

That was because Clement retained his Welsh accent and his Welsh patriotism. It was NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING ELSE.

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He came to meetings of the Council and to degree ceremonies and other events as often as he could and took an active interest in the affairs of the School. Indeed the Provost of the time, Alan Trevor Jones, noted in his diary not long after Price Thomas had started his presidency that he ‘is very interested, almost too interested in everything’. The fact was that, despite periods of indifferent health including a thoracotomy for a cancerous lung in 1964, his presidential years coincided with what a later Provost, Patrick Mounsey, characterised as ‘one of the most exciting and productive periods in the school’s development, the success of which owed much to his inspiringleadership, enthusiasm and wise guidance’. It was during the 1960s that plans to build a new state-of-the-art medical teaching centre came to fruition at Heath Park in the north of Cardiff, incorporating the University Hospital of Wales, a new dental school and hospital and also the Tenovus Institute for Cancer Research, the foundation stone for which he laid in 1965.

There was much malpractice and wrongdoing at the Welsh National School of Medicine for decades, a considerable amount of that arising from the institution concealing organised abuse, including that of Gwynne and Dafydd’s Gang which was inextricably linked with George Thomas’s crimes. William Asscher was a malevolent presence at the institution for years, as was Kenneth Rawnsley. They were both key figures in the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Rawnsley was responsible for box ticking re psychiatric services in Wales and he was happy to tick the box that care and standards were good at Denbigh and that the institution was acceptable for training. While the abducted victims of a gang of sex offenders were imprisoned in a dungeon. See previous posts.

Rawnsley was appointed Chair of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff in 1966, the year that George Thomas was appointed Minister of State in the Welsh Office, under Secretary of State Lord Cledwyn, the Labour MP for Ynys Mon and a long-standing friend of famille Windbag as well as of Dafydd and Gwynne of course (see eg. post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Eric Hobsbawm had been a vocal supporter of the Windbag when the Windbag was Labour Leader. Rawnsley had previously been a leading light at Manchester University, in the ring there that was affiliated to Gwynne and Dafydd’s Gang (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’) and was oiled by people such as Lord Platt, Dorothy Emmett, the philosophy lecturer who knew Bertrand Russell and Isabel Emmett, the social anthropologist who was married to the Welsh Speaking Social Worker at Croesor… See post ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’

Rawnsley’s wife Dr Elinor Kapp was a child psychiatrist who worked in south Wales and was a founder member of one of the medical charidees established by George Thomas. See previous posts.

Earlier posts eg. ‘The Great Stink’ discussed how the flagship University Hospital in Cardiff was built after George Thomas, then reigning supreme at the Welsh Office, plundered the NHS budget that NHS economist Richard Crossman’s friend Brian Abel-Smith had allocated for the whole of Wales. The big Labour vote was in south Wales – George Thomas’s own constituency was a Cardiff one, as was Sunny Jim Callaghan’s – so although Abel-Smith had explicitly stated that hospitals in rural parts of Wales (such as the north…) were utterly sub-standard and should be rebuilt as a matter of priority, George Thomas took no notice and nicked the money to build the Best Hospital In Wales, in Cardiff. Thomas lived in a bungalow with his mum next to the University Hospital.

It was a symbiotic relationship: the Top Docs in Cardiff kept quiet about the serious organised crime of which George Thomas was a part, George Thomas got them a brand new hospital and medical school and concealed their incompetence, research fraud and wrongdoing.

I cannot remember the name of the Dean concerned, but in 1984, I met a woman on the medicine degree at Cardiff who told me that there were a number of reasons why she did not fulfil the criteria for entry to the medicine degree, but it was OK, she was a friend of the Dean, so she was offered a place. She was in her late 40s/early 50s and had worked as a clinical psychologist for many years, so she will have known a lot about George Thomas, Dafydd and Gwynne – which might have been the clincher re that place on the medicine degree even if she was mates with the Dean – and she wanted a Top Doc’s qualification to bag a specific very senior job, but I cannot remember what it was exactly… Chief Medical Officer for Wales probably, I must ask Mark Drakeford who she was.

Mark Drakeford is bound to know, what with him having spent so many years as a social work academic and then Prof of Social Work/Social Policy at Cardiff University, the institution which concealed the sex offending of George Thomas and Dafydd and Gwynne’s Gang and that ring operating in Dyfed, when Mark Drakeford worked as a social worker for Dyfed Social Services. That was before Mark worked as a social worker/probation officer in Ely, where the Baroness of Ely’s dad – the Rev Bob Morgan – and one of his clergyman colleagues knew George Thomas. The Rev Bob who, before he was ordained, worked as a social worker. See previous posts.

The Provost of the Welsh National School of Medicine Alun Trevor Jones has an entry in the Dictionary of Welsh Biography:

Trevor Jones was born in Pengam, Glamorgan 24 February 1901 and educated at Lewis School, Pengam where his father, Roger Williams Jones, was headmaster.

A number of people in public life in Wales, including politicians and Top Docs, went to Lewis School, Pengam, which David Lloyd George once called the Eton of the Valleys. The Windbag went to Lewis School, as did George Thomas’s mate Julian Hodge aka the Userer Of The Valleys, as well as Jonathan Evans the Tory politician, Philip Williams the Plaid politician and Thomas Jones the founder of Coleg Harlech, all of whom have been discussed on this blog. One old boy of Lewis School who has not been named in previous posts is Top Doc David Rocyn-Jones who was President of the Welsh Rugby Union.

He undertook his preclinical medical training at the University College of South Wales and Monmouthshire. However, in 1921, rather than pursue his clinical training in Cardiff in order to obtain the medical degrees of the University of Wales – as he later observed, ‘an unnecessary exhibition of patriotism to those of us who were content with the easier and less arduous London Degree’ – he proceeded to University College Hospital, London, obtaining the MB BS Lond. in 1924.

After being a houseman to the distinguished Welsh physician, Sir Thomas Lewis, Trevor Jones held a series of hospital appointments in London and the provinces which equipped him to obtain the Membership of the Royal College of Physicians and the London MD in 1927 and the Diploma in Public Health in 1929. Between 1927 and 1929, as medical officer in charge of general medical beds and deputy superintendent at St Marylebone Infirmary, working under Dr Basil Hood, he acquired a particular interest in the minutiae of medical administration which never left him.

Trevor Jones thus held a senior Top Doc post in the Harley Street area of London. This would have provided him with valuable contacts when he was running the Welsh National School of Medicine full of staff facilitating serious organised crime, as well as giving Dafydd et al wonderful blackmailing opportunities.

In 1929, hoping eventually to obtain a position on the consultant staff of ahospital in Wales, Trevor Jones took the position of medical superintendent of the Swansea General Hospital where he combined clinical and administrative duties. After little more than a year he moved to Carmarthen to join a busy general practice headed by Dr Arwyn Davies, whose wife was Trevor Jones’s mother’s older sister. This position also allowed him to engage in hospital clinical and public health work – as medical officer ofhealth – in the town.

Previous posts have discussed the history of the ring in Carmarthenshire and some of those who grew up in Carmarthenshire/the wider West Wales region who facilitated or concealed the ring, including Lord Elwyn-Jones, Gwynfor Evans, Plaid’s first MP (Gwynfor was elected for Carmarthen in 1966, see previous posts) and Sir Alun Pugh, father of Bronwen who married Lord Bill Astor and found herself in the middle of the Profumo Affair. See previous posts. Geraint Morgan QC aka Cymro 007 and MP for Denbigh grew up in Carmarthenshire, as did Prof Eric Sunderland, Principal of UCNW, 1984-1995. Eric who was well-camouflaged yet was the main man who saved the Gang’s skin and ensured that Bangor University remained a safe haven from them and indeed remained open after the UGC wanted to close it down in the mid-1980s…

Thank God I and my friends were there to have our lives ruined! What other currency would Eric have had as Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer of the UGC advanced with his axe?? See previous posts.

Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer
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Peter Swinnerton-Dyer at the workshop
“Explicit methods in number theory” in Oberwolfach, 2007
Born
Henry Peter Francis Swinnerton-Dyer

2 August 1927

Died 26 December 2018 (aged 91)
Residence Thriplow, England[2]
Nationality British
Alma mater University of Cambridge
Known for Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture
Awards Pólya Prize (2006)
Sylvester Medal (2006)
Scientific career
Fields Mathematics
Institutions University of Cambridge
Doctoral advisors John Littlewood
André Weil
Doctoral students Jean-Louis Colliot-Thélène
Miles Reid

Sir Henry Peter Francis Swinnerton-Dyer, 16th Baronet,(2 August 1927 – 26 December 2018) was a mathematician specialising in number theory at Cambridge University. As a mathematician Swinnerton-Dyer was best known for his part in the Birch and Swinnerton-Dyer conjecture and for his work on the Titan operating system.

Swinnerton-Dyer was a mathematician of Trinity College, Cambridge. As was Bertrand Russell.

Number theory: There’s a lot of us and not many of Sally Baker and her friends.

 

By 1935 [Trevor Jones’s] medical experience was sufficiently varied for him to receive an invitation to apply for a post of medical officer in the Welsh Board of Health in Cardiff. He spent much of the first two years in this position evaluating projects to be undertaken in the depressed areas of south Wales which both alleviated unemployment and improved health facilities. In 1937, under the government’s Emergency Medical Services Scheme to plan for the impact of approaching war, he was appointed Hospital Officer for Wales, the only Hospital Officer of any region in England, Scotland or Wales to survive in post from first appointment in 1937 until the end of the ‘emergency’ in 1947. Trevor Jones’s initial priority was to review Wales’s health-care facilities and ensure that they were fit to deal with air-raid casualties, displaced civilians and the other health-related consequences of war.

They weren’t fit to do anything other than facilitate sexual exploitation and assault.

However, as the government began to plan for the post-war introduction of a national health service Trevor Jones, Professor J. A. Nixon (University of Bristol) and Professor Ralph Picken (Welsh National School of Medicine) undertook a fundamental review, published in 1945 as Survey of Hospital Services of South Wales, which would have a major impact on the pattern of hospital services in the principality, emphasising in particular the need for a large new medical teaching centre in Cardiff.

George Thomas was elected as the Labour MP for Cardiff Central in 1945, so they were going to be OK…

Appointed in 1947 as Senior Administrative Medical Officer of the new Welsh Regional Hospital Board, he played a key role in the implementation of the National Health Service Act in Wales.

The Welsh Regional Hospital Board! The Guilty Party who ran Ely and tolerated appalling abuse and tolerated even more appalling abuse at Denbigh…

Recognising the vital importance for Wales of training more doctors – and dentists – and specialists of all kinds, he became increasingly interested in the work of the Welsh National School of Medicine and its leadership role in the future health service in Wales. When, in 1954, the opportunity arose to apply for the post of Provost, soon to become vacant, he seized it with confidence arguing at his interview (as he wrote in his diary) ‘that a Provost with general experience of all sides of medicine was able to contribute something to a school, which the teachers, with their very narrow interests, could not bring’. However, several months were to elapse before Trevor Jones was appointed, owing to the reservations of a few of the senior academics, notably Harold Scarborough, the professor of medicine, but in the event his time as provost, from 1955 to 1969 – the only Welsh-speaking provost in the School’s history – proved to be outstandingly successful.

Wales! Can you not learn from these many years of experience? You have a decades old serious problem in not being able to attract Top Docs and dentists to Wales. They won’t come because much of the country’s health and welfare sector has been dominated by a criminal gang of corrupt professional people, dating back to the late 19th century. Giving responsibility to a senior member of that Gang’s network for recruitment, education and training of healthcare professionals is not going to solve the problem! I know that if you give such a role to Alun Trevor Jones or Rawnsley or Asscher or Gwynne or Dafydd or Wood or Mark Drakeford, the Gang will benefit greatly but the NHS in Wales won’t. As Drakeford has now found out. So have the public in Wales. They have a dangerous NHS that is killing them and now no docs at all will work there, at least in the north.

A companionable man, he formed an excellent rapport with the staff and the medical students, many of whom he had personally interviewed for admission, and under his leadership the School flourished.

Well it did the Gang a lot of good, but the consequences were evident eventually. The Welsh National School of Medicine has been plunged into scandal after scandal since the 1980s and applications from students dropped off and so the answer was to bribe weaker applicants to apply, oh God here we go again, no-one wants to be a Doc in Wales so we’ll take the crap ones and pay them a fortune and not say anything when they kill their patients or embezzle NHS funds or shag children…

It was able to attract and retain academic staff of the highest calibre, some of them having strong personalities.

No, not really of ‘highest academic calibre’. For ‘strong personalities’, read ‘criminal or nuts or obnoxious or all three’. Kenneth Rawnsley, William Asscher, Roy Mottram…

Not the least among them was the formidable professor of pathology, Jethro Gough, whose overbearing manner not even the provost was able to control, according to Professor Archie Cochrane, himself not the easiest of colleagues.

Jethro:

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The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online tribute is rather more positive about Jethro:

Jethro Gough

b.29 December 1903 d.16 February 1979
BSc Wales(1924) MRCS LRCP(1926) MB BCh(1927) MD(1930) FRCPath(1963) FRCP*(1967)

Jethro Gough was born in Mountain Ash, Glamorgan, the son of Jabez Gough, a hay and corn merchant, and of Ellen Matilda, the daughter of Eli Mortina, a baker and shopkeeper. He went to school in Mountain Ash and then on to the University of Wales at Cardiff, and the Welsh National School of Medicine. He was one of the first group of students to qualify from the new clinical school. His student career was noteworthy for distinctions in physiology, pathology, obstetrics and gynaecology and for winning theAlfred Sheen prize and McLean medal.

He went to Manchester as demonstrator in pathology under Shaw Dunn, returning to Cardiff in 1929 as lecturer in pathology. He became senior lecturer in pathology under JB Duguid at Cardiff, and when Duguid moved to Newcastle in 1948 Gough succeeded him as professor.

Jethro Gough took a keen interest in the problems of clinical medicine, and in early years often joined senior teaching rounds. His interest in clinical pathology was responsible for the development of the excellent postgraduate training of clinical pathologists at Cardiff, as witnessed by the success of these consultants in Wales and many countries. He demanded a high standard of diagnostic histopathology. All this did not lessen his devotion to research and academic pathology.

During the 1939—1945 war, he remained in Cardiff, having the evacuated students of University College London under his care, and additional responsibilities in the blood transfusion service and in the control of infection in war wounds.

Between 1929 and 1939 he published a number of papers on various topics in clinical pathology; then in 1940 came the first of the series of brilliant papers on pneumoconiosis of coal workers, in the paper Pneumoconiosis in Coal Trimmers. With Mr Wentworth, a senior member of the technical staff, Gough developed the Gough-Wentworth large lung section technique now in world-wide use in the study of many organs. The method was described in 1949 and greatly advanced knowledge of pneumoconiosis and of manylungdisorders.

Why wasn’t Jethro’s opinion sought re the King and his tumour?

Gough’s work on coalworkers’ lung disorders led, in 1969, to his being invited to give evidence before the Committee on Labor and Public Welfare of the United States Senate, a distinction of which he was most proud. He was called to assist the State of West Virginia to establish legislation on compensation for coalminers. In Wales his work was especially recognized by the National Union of Mineworkers and many associated bodies, and by the establishment in 1974 of the Jethro Gough prize in pathology, to be awarded annually in his own medical school.

Jethro Gough was one of the founders of the Royal College of Pathology and was a council member and vice-president. He was responsible for the expansion of the Institute of Pathology in Cardiff and, until his retirement in 1969, was active in the planning of the new University Hospital of Wales.

A pal of George Thomas’s then.

He was particularly helpful to other research workers in the school, to the Pneumoconiosis Research Unit (MRC) at Llandough Hospital, and the Asthma Research Unit at St. Davids and Sully Hospitals.

These trailblazing units have been discussed in earlier posts. Much of the research produced by them was as much as a joke as David Lewis Davies’s ground breaking research on alcoholism on his sample of seven, most of whom were not alcoholics. Kenneth Rawnsley conducted some research in collaboration with the Unit at Llandough and concluded that the health of miners living and working in the poorest villages of the valleys was so much worse than that of non-miners living in the affluent area of the Vale of Glamorgan because of psychological differences in the attitudes of the two groups to health and well-being. Those bloody miners never stopped moaning and coughing and spluttering and they really bellyached when that coal tip fell on the school in Aberfan.

Anyone for Mindfulness and being at one with the breath and living in the moment? The social workers of Gwynedd found it so helpful that they all booked time off (paid) for regular Mindfulness retreats but their clients continued to kill themselves.

The only factor that saved the bacon of the numpties at the Pneumoconiosis MRC Unit at Llandough was of course their association with Prof Archie Cochrane, who became famous for promoting the use of rigorous scientific methodologies in clinical trials. Nonetheless, one of the numpties, Top Doc Prof Peter NAME, ended up with a Chair at Cardiff University and was touted as a World Leading Epidemiologist.

See previous posts for coverage of Rawnsley’s efforts at social anthropology as applied to medicine – Prof Ken studied the Mating Choices Of The Human Female at one point – and for the crowd at Llandough who were also involved in research fraud.

He took a practical interest in studies of pulmonary heart disease. His advice was sought by many European centres working in the field of pulmonary disorders, and he participated in a number of Ciba Foundation symposia.

The Ciba Foundation grew from a Big Pharma-founded series of Brainstorming sessions organised by Top Doc Sir Gordon Wolstenholme, which brought together some genuinely credible and even outstanding scientists with the biggest spivs that one could imagine. The Ciba Foundation grew and grew and did wonders for Wolstenholme’s career, but nothing very solid re science or medicine resulted. The grand building was the site of the Brainstorming, but the Brainstorming has stopped and the building now does weddings and civil partnerships. See previous posts.

Jethro Gough’s work was also his hobby, which perhaps was a pity for a man with such a sharp inquiring mind. He was survived by his wife, who gave him devoted care over a long period of failing health. They had two sons, one an academic physicist and the other a pathologist in Jethro’s own school, the University Hospital of Wales.

One AJ Thomas wrote these kind words about that bastard Jethro who tested the patience of everyone.

* Elected under the special by-law which provides for the election to the fellowship of “Persons holding a medical qualification, but not Members of the College, who have distinguished themselves in the practice of medicine, or in the pursuit of Medical or General Science or Literature..” 

There’s the get-out clause then, I wondered what the actual criteria used to justify the awarding of FRCP was to people who, even by the broadest definition, know nothing about and have made no contribution to the field of pathology.

Jethro is also the subject of an entry in the Dictionary of Welsh Biography, which provides a few more snippets:

Keen from the outset to pursue an academic career Gough’s first substantive appointment was as a demonstrator in the Department of Pathology at the Welsh National School of Medicine in the autumn of 1927. At this time there was growing tension between the authorities of the School and some of the clinicians at the Cardiff Royal Infirmary over the clinical teaching arrangements, and relations deteriorated to such an extent that clinical teaching ceased for the 1928/29 session, forcing a whole cohortof Cardiff students to complete their undergraduate training elsewhere.

Yet another example of the excellence and impeccable personal conduct that pervades medicine and always has.

Jethro Gough, like some other academic staff, found the situation uncongenial and he chose to take up a junior post at Manchester University. As he explained to the School Secretary in January 1929, ‘I deeply regret the circumstances which have led me to take this step, but I feel that I can make better progress elsewhere’. Fortunately for all concerned normal service at the School was soon restored and by the autumn of 1929 Gough was back in Cardiff having successfully applied for the post of assistant lecturer in his old department. The report of the selection committee to the School authorities could not have been warmer in its tone. ‘His work while on the staff of the pathology Department of this School was characterised by such originality and promise as to stamp him a man of outstanding merit and one who will go far; thus confirming the indications given by his brilliant undergraduate career’.

Jethro found out about something or someone then when he was working at Manchester University.

In 1930 he became the third person (after Daniel T. Davies and J. W. Tudor Thomas) to obtain the MD of the University of Wales, for his thesis on ‘Mitochondria’, and three years later his status was upgraded from assistant lecturer to lecturer in pathology.

During the 1930s Gough’s main research interests related to the metabolism of Vitamin C and the histology of brain tumours, but as his post mortem work brought him into constant contact with the health problems of the south Wales miners, he became increasingly interested, from the late 1930s, in the study of pulmonary pathology in general and coalworkers’pneumoconiosis in particular. The war years were extremely busy for the Department of Pathology. It took on substantially increased responsibilities, overseeing the development of new pathological laboratories in the main hospitals throughout Wales and providing suitable training for their staff. From 1944 the department also became responsible for the distribution of penicillin to hospitals in Wales and training hospital doctors and general practitioners in its use, particularly in the treatment of those wounded in battle.

Penicillin was also considered a real blessing because it was effective against syphilis. Accounts of Top Docs who worked in asylums during the 1940s and 50s often contain references to the high number of patients who were in the later stages of syphilis and in a dreadful state. It was greatly feared by Top Docs themselves because they knew what happened in such cases. Wilfred Abse instructed Dannie on the necessity of using condoms at all times when Dannie was in his teens, not to avoid causing unwanted pregnancies but to avoid syphilis. Dannie gloated in his autobiography at enjoying discovering that one of his commanding officers who Dannie loathed (Dannie was doing his National Service at the time and working as a TB doc) had once contracted VD and causing as much embarrassment to the officer as he could. Dannie with his pocket full of condoms to equip him for his many causal encounters with people who might have syphillis…

‘Ah they’re wonderful aren’t they, nothing ever shocks them and it’s all confidential anyway’. The St George’s tea room let alone the bar could often rival any teenagers’ get-together.

...During the 1930s it had been generally accepted that silica, encountered underground, was the cause of pneumoconiosis among workers in the coal industry. However, Gough’s studies…led him to conclude that it was coal dust rather than silica which caused pneumoconiosis among workers in the coal industry, a discovery which gained Gough an international reputation. Indeed, his work in relation tocoalworkers’ pneumoconiosis would prove to be the basis of workmen’s compensation legislation in Britain and abroad, especially in the United States, where he gave evidence to various bodies on the issue…The National Union of Mineworkers in Britain celebrated Gough’s pioneeringwork by establishing, in the Welsh National School of Medicine, the Jethro Gough Prize in Pathology in 1974 ‘in acknowledgement of the contribution made by Jethro Gough to the wellbeing of the miners of the world’.

Any putative contributions to the ‘wellbeing of miners’ would be politically very advantageous in south Wales. The wellbeing of the south Wales miners was of course generally scandalously neglected even after the end of the famous big pit explosions which killed numerous miners. Previous posts have discussed how the tip at Aberfan was known by local Labour Councillors and at least one Labour MP to be unstable and in danger of falling onto the village, but because of their fears that if this was made public, the pit would close, driving up unemployment, the danger that the tip represented to the village was concealed.

After the 1966 Aberfan disaster, the entire handling and investigation of the disaster was carefully stage-managed by Harold Wilson’s Gov’t, with advice taken from the same civil servants and lawyers who were colluding with the criminality of Dafydd and Gwynne. I have been told that many of them were still alive in 1984 and proffered their opinion on what to do with me after I refused to drop my complaint about Gwynne.

Forged documentation? Transfusion with blood known to be infected in the C&A Hospital in Bangor? Framed for criminal offences? Undercover surveillance, splicing of recordings of conversations between my friends and I in order to put a different slant on the matters under discussion? Interception of the Royal Mail re my post?

Dr. No

It’s Cymro 007!

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The name’s Geraint…or Gwynne…or Dafydd…

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Even the compensation re those who lost children in Aberfan was rigged. People not only had to jump through hoops to prove that they had been genuinely emotionally attached to their dead children and weren’t just Lying To Get Compensation, but the compensation paid was derisory. The Mayor of Aberfan famously collected donations for the Aberfan Disaster Relief Fund the days after the tip fell on the school, but George Thomas as Secretary of State for Wales then demanded much of the money donated to pay for making the rest of the tips above Aberfan safe, because the NCB refused to fund it and so did the Labour Gov’t.

At the Aberfan Inquiry, Chaired by Lord Edmund-Davies, the blame for the catastrophe was placed publicly and firmly on Alf Robens, a Labour politician who was the Chairman of the NCB at the time. People felt that Someone had been Held To Account. Lord Robens remained as Chancellor of Surrey University, remained in public life and was later appointed to lead the Health and Safety Executive when it was established. Lord R became Babs’ Castle’s go-to man on Health and Safety.

A great deal of thought went into the managing of the Aberfan disaster, by the people who were ensuring that George Thomas could continue molesting without fear and that the Labour Party in south Wales and the coal industry didn’t implode as a result of Aberfan. It worked! No-one was prosecuted or even lost their jobs. No politician resigned and even George Thomas’s career wasn’t hindered after he plundered the Disaster Fund quite openly. Ah the Doctors they remained wonderful, Wales remained the land of song and of Nye. And Gwynne and Dafydd’s killing machine continued.

Some Interesting Facts about Lord Edmund-Davies:

The Lord Edmund-Davies
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Lord of Appeal in Ordinary
In office
1981 – 1 October 1974
Personal details
Born 15 July 1906
Mountain Ash, Glamorgan, Wales
Died 26 December 1992 (aged 86)

Herbert Edmund Edmund-Davies, Baron Edmund-Davies of Aberpennar, born Herbert Edmund Davies at Mountain Ash, was the third son of Morgan John Davies and Elizabeth Maud Edmunds. Davies was educated at Mountain Ash Grammar School. Jethro was born in and went to school in Mountain Ash; Jethro was three years older than Edmund-Davies.

Edmund-Davies studied at King’s College, London and Exeter College, Oxford. He was called to the Bar at Gray’s Inn, as was Gwynne and Dafydd’s mate Sir William Mars-Jones. Edmund-Davies worked as examiner and lecturer at the LSE in 1930 and 1931. During WW II, he served in the Army Officers’ Emergency Reserve and in the  Royal Welsh Fusiliers. Edmund-Davies was Recorder of Merthyr Tydfil, 1942-44, of Swansea, 1944-53 and of Cardiff, 1953-58.

Between 1953 and 1964, Davies was Chairman of the Denbighshire Quarter Sessions.

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In 1958, the year after Gwynne did whatever he did that caused a Gov’t reshuffle, Gwynne and Dafydd’s mate David Maxwell-Fyfe aka Dai Bananas the Lord Chancellor aka Lord Kilmuir appointed Edmund-Davies a High Court Judge of the Queen’s Bench Division (as Mr Justice Edmund Davies), a post that Edmund-Davies held until 1966. Davies’s name almost immediately attracted public attention when it fell to him to try a German named Guenther Podola, who had shot and killed a police sergeant; Podola was convicted of capital murder and hanged in November 1959. A reading of the details of the Podola case suggests that there was a miscarriage of justice with a supply of people who were willing to perjure themselves and the usual suspects only to happy not to notice this in their desire to hang that Pole, as detailed in previous posts.

Invested to the Privy Council in 1966, Edmund-Davies was a Lord Justice of Appeal (as Lord Justice Edmund Davies), 1966-74. In 1967 he was appointed by the then Secretary of State for Wales – Lord Cledwyn, the Windbags’ mate – as Chair of the Tribunal that inquired into the Aberfan Disaster. On 1 October 1974, Edmund-Davies was appointed a Lord of Appeal in Ordinary (a “Law Lord”) and was raised to the Peerage as Baron Edmund-Davies.

Following very severe problems with the recruitment and retention of police officers in England and Wales because of chronically low pay, which had by then fallen far behind the pay for comparable occupations, in August 1977 Edmund-Davies was appointed by Labour Home Secretary Merlyn Rees MP – another rock-solid ally of Dafydd and Gwynne, a man from south Wales who was the MP for a Leeds constituency; Merlyn Rees was a Director of Municipal Mutual, the insurers of Clwyd County Council when Michael Beloff QC advised the Council to withhold and pulp the Jillings Report, Municipal Mutual also being the insurers of the North Wales Police (see previous posts) – to Chair a Commission of Inquiry into the negotiating machinery for police pay and conditions. Edmund-Davies’s terms of reference were enlarged in December 1977 to include the levels of pay. His report was published in July 1978 and recommended a substantial increase in pay for police officers – of the order of 45%.

Edmund-Davies’s recommendations were implemented in full in 1979 by Thatch’s incoming Gov’t and the essential elements of the Edmund-Davies pay regime have remained undisturbed ever since. The Edmund-Davies review has become a cornerstone for police pay and the Police Federation of England and Wales – the representative body for police officers up to and including the rank of Chief Inspector – has tenaciously held onto the Edmund-Davies regime.

The Police Federation supported former senior North Wales Police officer Gordon Anglesea throughout his long ordeal following the Wicked Lies told by former kids in care that he had sexually abused them in the 1970s. Gordon won a libel case in 1994 after these Wicked Allegations were broadcast and appeared in print. Gordon was awarded nearly £400k compensation.

Some weeks after Gordon won the case, Mark Humphrys, one of the people who had named Gordon and given evidence against him, was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.

Suicide. It was because Mark was upset that people didn’t believe his Wicked Lies.

See posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’.

In 2016 Gordon Anglesea died in prison, just weeks after receiving a long sentence for the historical abuse of boys in care at Wrexham. At the time of his death, the Police Federation were supporting his plans to appeal and lawyers were giving their services pro bono. The Police Federation turned out in force at Gordon’s funeral to give Gordon a good send-off. See previous posts.

Gordon’s widow Sandra received Gordon’s police pension, in spite of him dying a convicted sex offender, because of an oversight on the part of Arfon Jones, the Police and Crime Commissioner for North Wales, who made an admin error that could not be rectified. As a young copper, Arfon used to chauffeur Gordon to the building where Gordon molested youngsters. Arfon’s Deputy as Police and Crime Commissioner is a former Gwynedd social worker who worked with the Gang for many years, including those when Gwynedd social workers were perjuring themselves in Court re me. See previous posts.

In 1981, Edmund-Davies retired as a Law Lord. From 1974 to 1985, he was Pro-Chancellor of the University of Wales. In 1984, when I encountered Gwynne and was subjected to threats, UCNW was a constituent college of the University of Wales. UCNW had been hosted that trafficking ring for the entire duration of Edmund-Davies’s term as Pro-Chancellor of the University of Wales. Not that things were running much more smoothly in the other constituent colleges of the University of Wales.

Edmund-Davies was President of the London Welsh Trust, which runs the London Welsh Centre, 1982-88, before Dafydd and Gwynne’s other mate Sir William Mars-Jones was President.

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Anyone for Welsh Wimmin’s Aid?

In 1935, Edmund-Davies married Eurwen Williams-James. They had three daughters.

See previous posts for details of the Great Aberfan Swindle and those involved as well as for more on Edmund-Davies.

Royals Visiting Aberfan Soon After the Disaster:

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In 1948, when J. B. Duguid moved from Cardiff to take up the chair of pathology at the University of Durham,

An early exchange of Top Docs between the two big rings in Wales and the North East.

Jethro Gough was appointed in his place, becoming the first former student of the Welsh National School of Medicine to occupy one of its professorial chairs. In the same year his research credentials led to his appointment as a member of the Industrial Pulmonary Disease Committee of the Medical Research Council. In the years that followed he enhanced the standing of his department in other ways too. In collaboration with J. E. Wentworth, a senior member of his technical staff, he developed what came to be known as the Gough-Wentworth large lung section technique, a major advance in the study of pulmonary pathology, which again earned for the department a world-wide reputation. Indeed, the School’s annual report for 1949/50 proudly stated that ‘the work of the department on pathological aspects of pneumoconiosis and large section technique continues to attract wide interest and brought visitors during the year from many distant parts of the world’. During the 1952/53 session for instance the department welcomed visitors from Australia, Canada, South Africa, the United States, Norway, Rhodesia, New Zealand, Holland, India, New Guinea and Switzerland. Gough was equally in great demand as a speaker at overseas conferences during the post-war years, being a particularly regular visitor to Harvard and other universities in North America.

Miners continued to develop pneumoconiosis, including miners in south Wales, where Jethro he was wonderful.

His high standing in the profession and, indeed, his forceful personality, soon established Jethro Gough as a leading member of the School of Medicine, in the mid fifties being referred to by Provost Trevor Jones in his diaries as ‘a first-class fellow … achieving a reputation and also bringing credit to the Medical School’.

I thought that they all hated the bastard?

He served as Vice-Provost between 1954 and 1956 and was one of a small group of colleagues to whom Trevor Jones looked to for advice on matters relating to the development of the School.

Oh God, Jethro was appointed to one of the most senior roles in the Welsh National School of Medicine.

He was undoubtedly a major influence in the advance of his specialty in post-war Wales and was one of the founders of the College of Pathologists in 1962 (it was awarded a royal charter in 1970). Elected as a member of the Council of the College from 1963 to 1966 he served as one of its vice-presidents from 1966 to 1968 when he resigned due to ill health. In 1967 he was made an honorary fellow of the Royal College of Physicians of London

By use of the get-out clause

and two years later he finally retired from the Welsh National School of Medicine.

Not that anyone could sleep easily after that. Like so many others, Jethro was not going to go quietly.

In 1934 Jethro Gough had married Ann Thomas, a fellow pupil at Mountain Ash Grammar School and, a strong support during his professional career, she provided devoted care during his last years of failing health. After his death on 16 February 1979, he was cremated at Thornhill, Cardiff following a service conducted by the minister of Bethel Baptist chapel, Whitchurch where his wife was a member. They had two sons, one of whom followed in his father’s footsteps as a pathologist at the Welsh National School of Medicine.

Jethro’s son Dr John Gough, a pathologist at the Welsh National School of Medicine, does not have the internet presence of his dad. Perhaps Dr John Gough decided that it might be wiser to keep a low profile after the huge scandal in the Dept of Pathology at what used to be called the Welsh National School of Medicine some years ago. There was a huge rumpus, it seriously damaged the reputation of the institution and the ripples hit other universities in other countries… John Gough was there in the midst of the action.

Ah they’re wonderful!

Another formidable Professor, Roy Chubby Brown:

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Re Archie Cochrane, he is famous, he was a rigorous scientist who promoted such an approach but sadly his colleagues – including Kenneth Rawnsley – didn’t follow Archie’s advice. Archie himself wasn’t as stupid as the rest of them and Archie must have known about the research fraud and molesting but he just ignored it all. Archie had links with the MRC and Maudsley, so anyone who worked with Archie was set up for life really, even if they were Of The Gang or indeed just hopeless. Having Worked With Archie was enough. Archie carried out a rigorous analysis that demonstrated a positive correlation between the number of Top Docs in a population and the mortality rate among younger people. In other words Archie showed that for some unknown reason, younger people were more likely to die if there were a higher number of Top Docs practicing. Archie was fascinated by this and did not keep it a secret, in fact he was quite worried by it. The rest of the world ignored it. No-one ever followed it up.

Could the detrimental effect exerted on young people by Top Docs in south Wales during those years have been related to those Docs running a trafficking ring targeting young people? I have long since been of the opinion that the best thing that young people in north Wales can do for their well-being is keep a very long distance indeed between them and a Top Doctor.

See previous posts for info re Archie Cochrane, his paradoxes and the numpties whom ended up working for him for a free lunch.

 

Cochrane acknowledged, however, in his book One Man’s Medicine, that Trevor Jones was ‘an exceptional medical administrator’ and, closely involved from the 1940s in the planning of the medical teaching centre concept in Cardiff, his priority as provost was to implement the plans. In the words of Owen Wade, at the time professor of therapeutics in Belfast, Trevor Jones was ‘just the right man’ to see the medical teaching centre project through to completion on its 53 acre site at Heath Park in the north of Cardiff.

Even that splendid new development in Cardiff that left the rest of Wales devoid of NHS facilities didn’t stop Gwynne. In fact it helped Gwynne considerably by giving him the official stamp of Welsh Excellence.

Anyone for Kincora in Belfast and a VIP paedophile ring linked to Wales?

First to be built was the Dental School and Hospital, opened by the Duke of Edinburgh in 1966.

Only the second best VIP could have done the job.

Construction of the 800-bedded University Hospital of Wales and medical school buildings commenced in the same year, the complex, integrating the functions of teaching, research and clinical care in a manner unparalleled in the United Kingdom at that time, being officially opened by the Queen in 1971.

The Biggest Name! While George Thomas molested and Gwynne lobotomised, but Lilibet knew about that…

By then Trevor Jones had retired as provost though he continued to serve on the main committees of the hospital for some years.

They do not go away. They daren’t, the whole lot of them would end up in prison if genuine new competent blood ever got a look in.

Among the accolades which gave him particular pleasure at the time of his retirement was the School’s decision to have his portrait painted by the popular Newport artist, Thomas Rathmell – it hangs in the School of Medicine’s main committee room at Heath Park. However, as he wrote in his diary, ‘the most gratifying thing of all was an Honorary LLD given to me by the University of Wales,when I was presented before the Court at Swansea with a very complimentary speech by Patrick Mounsey, who could not have been more generous to his predecessor’. During his speech Mounsey referred to Trevor Jones’s abiding belief in the essential role of the University in inculcating a spirit of independent thought and enquiry, as important for doctors as for anyone else.

Was that why the junior docs in Cardiff were livid that they were being ordered to provide sub-standard care to patients, particularly the women in labour in the University Hospital, that they KNEW was sub-standard, but was Hospital Policy? They had absolutely no clinical freedom at all. This is Hospital Policy, you are NOT to do anything else.

In his (limited) leisure time he himself took great pleasure in reading – Dickens and historical works – and he was an active member of the ‘Fortnightly’, a literary club in Cardiff made up mainly of academics and other professional people.

No chavs.

After one meeting he wrote in his diary: ‘A very good dinner and very good conversation, as one would expect from a crowd of this kind. I like it very much’.

My fellow white-collar criminals.

In 1931 he married Gwyneth Evans, and they had a son who became a consultant paediatrician and a daughter who became a nurse.

Bechod! Trevor and Gwyneth’s children even remembered their gender stereotypes.

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‘Don’t ewe think I was handsome??’

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

He died on 10 June 1979 and, though a staunch Presbyterian throughout his life, he was buried in Gelligaer churchyard where his parents had gone before him.

Alun Trevor Jones’s Top Doc paediatrician son is Dr Roger Verrier Jones. Dr Roger has an internet presence. He was featured in a BBC News Wales online report of 19 Nov 2011 – think Operation Pallial!! – on the subject of University of Wales Hospital 40 Years On:

Four decades on, the University Hospital of Wales in Cardiff has maintained its original vision, says the son of one of its founding fathers. Consultant paediatrician Dr Roger Verrier-Jones said UHW is the still the leader in medical training in Wales.

By that time many students from Wales were opting for Liverpool or London because there had been so much bad publicity re Cardiff.

He also believes it is among the best in the UK.

Roger wouldn’t dare discuss the parlous state of affairs; his dad was responsible and then Roger himself worked there in a senior role for years. Just look at what was happening in the NHS in Wales in 2011…

It is a Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research Centre of Excellence and earned a reputation in dermatology, haematology and nephrology.

Then why did that patient a few years ago have the wrong kidney extracted, the one functioning kidney, leaving them with no working kidney because the other one was wrecked?

Dr Verrier-Jones’ father, Alan Trevor Jones, was part of the team which helped make the hospital a reality. Plans for the flagship teaching hospital were first revealed in 1951, but it was not until 20 years later that it finally opened.

They had to wait for George Thomas to become Minister of State in the Welsh Office to divert most of the NHS budget in Wales into the Flagship.

Dr Verrier-Jones said: “It was one of the first hospitals to be built which was both a hospital and a medical school combined. In fact, it was originally going to be called the Medical Training Centre. Yes there was St Bartholomew’s and Guy’s hospitals but they had their medical school stuck on them.

If we’re going to be all Top Doctor about this, it is called ‘a long tradition and evolution’, as opposed to George Thomas bribing the electorate and buying the Top Docs’ silence.

The Heath was the first because it was designed specifically as a teaching hospital.”

As a bribe.

Dr Verrier-Jones, who is now retired, began his career at UHW in 1971.

When Lilibet rocked up to open the Flagship, when Gwynne was lobotomising, when George Thomas was molesting, when Tony Francis had just qualified and was working in south Wales for Rawnsley, when the children’s homes in north Wales were filling up, when the paediatrics service in Gwynedd was so dangerous that there was an arrangement between Top Docs that their own children would never be treated there, when medical students from Cardiff dreaded being sent on placement to Bangor and when junior docs in Cardiff told each other to never under any circumstances take a job in north Wales…

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Dr Roger Verrier-Jones was a consultant paediatrician at UHW and retired 10 years ago’
 
He said: “Over the years it’s developed as the primary teaching hospital in Wales. Yes, there’s a graduate training hospital in Swansea but UHW was – and still is – the main teaching hospital in Wales.” Dr Verrier-Jones believes the hospital will carry its legacy into the future. He said: “UHW is as good and anywhere where in the UK. I think the concept originally envisaged for treating patients; teaching students and doctors has been upheld.” Dr Verrier-Jones said his father would be proud of the hospital 40 years on. “I think he would be fascinated by its development because he was a visionary. “I would expect the only thing he would not like is the parking,” he added.

 

A guaranteed supply of kiddies for George Thomas and his mates, no questions asked!

By 2011, Brown and I had a few months previously published our first article in which we mentioned Denbigh and my presence there in 1986-87. We were very restrained re what we mentioned but it was enough to worry a few people who in the face of the usual Not Knowing obviously remembered that I had known quite a bit and furthermore they didn’t know exactly how much I knew… What they did know was that my lawyers had finally obtained my medical files.

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Dr Roger can also be found on the website of the Cardiff and Vale Health Board, giving a very similar interview, under the title ‘UHW Is A Family Affair For Paediatrician’.

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Dr Roger also stars on the website of Noah’s Ark, a Welsh children’s hospital charidee. Dr Roger wants your dosh:

Roger Verrier Jones is a retired doctor from Cardiff, where he worked from 1969 to 1999 as a consultant paediatrician.

Dr Roger graduated from Cardiff in the same year as Tony Francis! So like Tony Francis, Dr Roger was a med student when the Windbag was the President of the NUS at Cardiff!

On retirement he became a trustee of the Noah’s Ark Appeal. His medical training took place at Cambridge University, University College Hospital, London and Great Ormond Street Hospital for Sick Children. When he was first appointed as a paediatrician he found himself looking after sick children in 6 different hospitals in Cardiff, and became convinced that a single children’s unit would ensure better care for the children and their parents. Years of frustration and delay followed but eventually, with the help of the Noah’s Ark Appeal, the Children’s Hospital for Wales built. 

George Thomas was not only a central figure in medical charidees in Cardiff, but he was also Patron of the NCH (National Children’s Home). On one occasion, Thatch, who was also involved with the NCH, gave a lecture in honour of George Thomas and his selfless work for children. Esther was in the audience and Thatch gave her a mention as well. But then George Thomas was a close friend of Thatch. See previous posts.

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Now for the other Provost of the Welsh National School of Medicine, Patrick Mounsey. I’m glad to say that as usual, the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online provides us with background on John Patrick David Mounsey:

b.1 February 1914 d.21 February 1999
MA Cantab(1940) MRCS LRCP(1944) MB BChir Lond(1945) MRCP(1948) MD(1950) FRCP(1962) Hon LLD Wales(1980)

Patrick Mounsey was provost of the Welsh National School of Medicine. He was educated at Eton where he captained the Oppidans and, as head of the school, was always proud to have introduced compulsory baths.

I know what the rationale behind that sometimes is if it is young people to be compulsory bathed. It’s the oldest trick in the book Patrick.

He went on to read classics at King’s College, Cambridge. Being a good artist and draughtsman he trained as an architect. He later decided to change course and qualified in medicine at the age of 30, attending King’s College Hospital Medical School in London.

As well as the Westminster Hospital, one of the Abses undertook some of their training at King’s College Hospital.

After a spell as a Sherbrook Research Fellow in cardiology at the London Hospital from 1951 to 1960,

Mounsey was at the London Hospital when those who later became Lords of the Ring were students and junior docs there, including William Asscher.

he moved to the Royal Postgraduate Medical School as a lecturer and consultant cardiologist. In 1962 he was promoted to senior lecturer and sub-dean.

RPMS is attached to Hammersmith. So Mounsey was one of Hugh Bentall’s team of cardiologists who perpetrated that big research fraud after which one of their colleagues was found dead in his room at Hammersmith… See post ‘Interesting Facts’. Hugh Bentall’s son Richard trained as a clin psychologist at UCNW when Dafydd’s influence dominated the Dept of Psychology and Richard married the daughter of  Eifion Jones, the Dean of Science at UCNW. Richard’s  wife’s first degree was in plant biology – she did that at UCNW in the early 1980s, when the Dept of Plant Biology was staffed by friends and relations of the Gang, including D.G.E. Wood’s wife – and then she trained as an Angel.

Now this is interesting. I was offered a place on the medicine degree at the Welsh National School of Medicine in 1984 and Prof Geoff Sagar, the Head of the Dept of Plant Biology wrote my reference. Geoff Sagar was also the PVC of UCNW and of course knew about the Gang and Gwynne, although I never raised the subject of Gwynne with him or any other member of staff in the Dept of Plant Biology. My post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’ mentioned that one of the members of Council at UCNW for years was a local obstetrician, OV Jones. Who would have been one of the key members of the Gang, facilitating sexual assault and exploitation, the unlawful conspiracy to deny all women in north Wales NHS abortions, thus forcing them into the hands of the dangerous private abortionist in Chester or have their babies abducted by Dafydd and the Gang etc…

I have received info that Sagar was part of the Cunning Plan to ensure that I was offered a place at the Welsh National School of Medicine lest my suspicions re unfair practices were raised, the Cunning Plan being a longer-term one.

Gwynne knew that I had that place. He mentioned it to me, straight off. I asked him who had given him the info, mentioning that not only was it a breach of confidence but this meeting was supposed to be to discuss my concerns re his previous conduct. He refused to tell me who told him that I had the place to do medicine so I asked Wood who told him. Wood yelled at me that he didn’t know. I said that I would make a formal complaint about that as well, because this was becoming increasingly outrageous as every day passed. Wood yelled ‘it’s not a breach of confidence’.

Yes it was Wood and you knew it. I had not discussed it with anyone except Brown and close friends. But then you were running a fucking trafficking ring, so what’s a breach of confidence between criminals?

In 1967 he moved with Sir John McMichael to the British Postgraduate Medical Federation and in 1969 he was appointed provost of the Welsh National School of Medicine in Cardiff.

1969: John Allen took out the lease on the building which became the Bryn Alyn Community in 1968. George Thomas was appointed Secretary of State for Wales in 1968 and Health and Social Services in Wales became the responsibility of the Welsh Office. What better than a Posh Old Etonian with dirt on/friendships with the Lords of The Ring in London to be installed as Provost at the Welsh National School of Medicine? Mounsey couldn’t stand accused of Welsh Windbaggery or being a sheep shagger or be the subject of the comment ‘They’re all related to each other and called Jones, that’s the problem’.

The appointment of such a thoroughbred Englishman to this post caused surprise and even some criticism. He soon confounded his critics by learning the Welsh language sufficiently well to conduct official ceremonies in that language.

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His early contributions to cardiology mainly concerned the nature of Ebstein’s malformation of the heart. He published seminal papers on this topic and served as assistant editor of the British Heart Journal.

His task in Wales was daunting. The move of the school of medicine to the then newly integrated University Hospital of Wales Medical Teaching Centre required him to delineate the respective areas of responsibility for the medical school and hospital. He accomplished this task with his great diplomatic skills.

Fings break…

As a somewhat distant and shy man with an outsize intellect and knowledge base, he was awe inspiring to his staff. But, once the barriers were overcome, there was a warm hearted man with a dry sense of humour who was generous not only in spirit but in deeds. His major areas of interest were music (he played in the Glyndebourne orchestra at the age of 14) and linguistics.

Ooh did he know Randy Andy Radford, the Prof of Linguistics at UCNW during the 1980s, who boasted of the undergrads whom he shagged, in particular on Newborough beach? There was a lot of concern over Radford’s Ugandan discussions when it became clear that there was a positive correlation between students who had been entertained at Newborough and those who received Firsts. The parents of one linguistics student complained after she suffered a breakdown. Tony Francis concealed Radford’s activities. Radford completed his degrees and postdoc work at Trinity College, Cambridge. See previous posts.

I expect that Patrick Mounsey knew David Crystal as well, another big name in linguistics. David Crystal was based at London University for many years but then Radford’s old Dept – Radford having departed by then – came up with an honorary Chair for David Crystal. David Crystal has recently been involved with Community Projects in Holyhead. See previous posts.

Upon retirement he was awarded an honorary doctorate in law by the University of Wales for his services to the University. He moved to Wotton under Edge, where he painted and gardened and rediscovered his tenor voice, joining the local church choir. He was married to Sallie (née King), who predeceased him in 1990. They had two children.

This post is so long already that I won’t follow up the junior Mounseys here. Readers might like to do that; they won’t be working in Macdonalds, not even Macs in Wooton-under-Edge.

The person who wrote these kind words about Patrick Mounsey was Sir William Asscher…

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Patrick Mounsey died in April 1999. Ioan Bowen Rees died on 4 May 1999. George Thomas had died back in Sept 1997. So they were all nicely out of the way before the Waterhouse Report was published.

 

In 1925 Clement Price Thomas married Ethel Doris Ricks…they had two sons, one of whom, Martyn Price Thomas, became a consultant surgeon in south Wales. I wonder if Martyn knew who that clinical psychologist who was Friends With the Dean at the Welsh National School of Medicine was?

Clem and Dorrie, as they were affectionately known, were a devoted couple whose home in St John’s Wood was an hospitable place for a wide circle of friends and colleagues.

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Sir Clement died on 19 March 1973 aged 79 and was buried in the grave of his parents in the New Bethel chapel cemetery, Mynyddislwyn, now in the County Borough of Caerphilly.

Here’s Ron, one time Labour MP for Caerphilly and Secretary of State for Wales but resigned after a moment of madness on Clapham Common with someone called Boogie. Ron entertained the nation once more a few years later when he went Looking For Badgers near Bristol (see eg. ‘The Cradle Of Filth’):

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On 29 May 1973 a well-attended memorial service was held in Westminster Abbey.

The Royal College of Surgeons Plarr’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online has a tribute to Sir Clement. A few extracts:

Clement Price Thomas was born on 22 November 1893 at Abercam, Monmouthshire, where his father was a merchant…

Or a Grocer?

thoracic surgery which was to become the specialty in which he excelled, and which ultimately gained him world-wide recognition, as evidence by the numerous honorary degrees awarded by universities at home and abroad…

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Such clinical appointments constitute but one area of activity in his remarkable career, another of which included his contributions to many academic bodies…These honours came to him partly, of course, because of his capability as a leader, but also because of his innate modesty and natural good humour which endeared him to all who knew him well.

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In 1925 he married… he and Dorrie were a devoted couple whose warm friendship was enjoyed by Clem’s colleagues and acquaintances. They had two sons, one of whom became a Fellow of the College.

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In what little spare time he had he enjoyed a game of golf and was interested in photography and reading. Latterly he suffered from the lung disease for which he had treated so many patients, and which he bore for several years with exemplary courage and patience…

The Top Docs are usually saints when the are afflicted themselves, unlike the demanding, unreasonable, Angel-attacking patients. As Sir Clement fared rather better than his Royal patient after undergoing the same operation and lived decades longer in spite of his chain-smoking habit, perhaps Clement didn’t have that much to bear with exemplary courage and patience.

Letters to The Editor, Daily Torygraph, 12 Feb, 2002, in the fine tradition of Sir Herbert Gussett and Sir Bufton Tufton:

At the time of the operation, I was 23. Some days before it, I was given a specimen, taken by my father during a broncoscopy, to take to Dr Rawlinson, the pathologist at Brompton Hospital. The specimen was labelled with a pseudonym, such was the security, but I believe Dr Rawlinson was pretty certain who the patient was.

Someone might just have dropped a few clues.

His diagnosis confirmed that of my father.

Thank God for that, things could have been very difficult if it didn’t.

The removal of the lung took place in one of two operating theatres set up in adjoining rooms at the front of Buckingham Palace, in case of any unforeseen emergency. My father told me that it occurred to him almost at the last minute that the Changing of the Guard would take place just outside the windows when he was operating. The Guard was switched to St James’s Palace.

My father’s medical secretary took down his verbatim commentary on the operation, in which he was assisted by two of his registrars, Charles Drew and Peter Jones. After the operation, the diseased lung was examined and the tumour shown to be contained.

I feel that current opinion unjustly reflects on my father’s memory, implying that he failed in his efforts. His efforts, in the knowledge of the King’s circulatory problems, took some courage. The chance of his patient dying on the table was not a remote one. On the other hand, he knew a decision not to operate would inevitably result in the King eventually dying of cancer. As a result of my father’s skill, the King, though still weak, was able to enjoy a quiet life with his family and even go out shooting the day before he died – not something that a person dying of cancer would have been able to do.

Not something that someone in the very final stages of the illness which did allegedly kill the King would probably have been able to do either, so someone’s told a few porkies somewhere.

As a footnote, it might surprise many in today’s materialistic climate that my father refused to take any fee, regarding it a privilege to have been of service to his King.

From what I understand, Docs did not ever charge their Royal patients and I imagine that they still don’t. As Clement Price discovered, one doesn’t need to, the toadying and business that will come one’s way once one has had a Royal patient will keep one in clover until the day that one dies and one’s children can reap the benefit as well. Even if, as seems rather clear from the case of King George VI and his lung, that one’s patient did not fare very well and died not long afterwards. So many lies are told to so many people, including the Royal patient themselves, that people are not usually able to assess how effective the treatment was and if anyone does raise questions even years later, there’ll always be someone like Brian Price Thomas – Clement’s son, who was also a surgeon and spent his life dining out on his father’s status as that bloke who SUCESSFULLY operated upon the King – on hand to do the How Very Dare You bit.

Brian Price Thomas worked as a surgeon in south Wales but he wrote that letter after he had retired and gave his address as Cromer, Norfolk. My post ‘The Science Of Animal Behaviour’ discusses the ring in Norfolk with which so many known to Gwynne and Dafydd were involved, including Lord David Ennals and Lord Jim Prior.

Brian Price Thomas rushed to defend his father’s reputation shortly after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. John Allen had at the time served two prison sentences for sexual assault on boys. When Brian Price Thomas’s letter was published by the Daily Torygraph, the Editor was Max Hastings, who’s glorious biography as well as the biographies of his nearest and dearest are discussed in a previous post.

Sir Clement:

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On Nov 28 2013, The Journal of Medical Biography published a research article online entitled ‘The King’s Anaesthetic’:

King George VI underwent an operation for pneumonectomy in September 1951. Part of the operation anaesthetic record has survived. With conjecture, on a typical scenario of a 55-year-old male undergoing pulmonary resection for carcinoma in the early 1950s and other facts in the public domain, the King’s anaesthetic has been reconstructed to give an approximation of the events that in the last few months of his life caused his speech to change from that achieved by his personal voice coach and recently portrayed on celluloid in the film ‘The King’s Speech’. The popularity and success of the film ‘The King’s Speech’ brought to mind that King George VI died of bronchogenic carcinoma, a result, not recognised at the time, of the cigarette smoking habit that is a prominent feature of the story in celluloid.

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Author biography:

Dr ID Conacher MD, FRCP(Ed), FFARCS qualified MB ChB at St Andrews in 1971

St Andrew’s has trained a lot of Top Docs who consider themselves a bit posher that other Top Docs, including Robert Bluglass.

and obtained an MD by thesis at Dundee in 1989. His thesis was on the significance of the paravertebral space for relief of pain of thoracic surgical origin. For 30 years he worked at Freeman Hospital, Newcastle upon Tyne, becoming Consultant Anaesthetist with a special interest in thoracic anaesthesia in 1980. He wrote widely for the next 25 years on aspects in the field, including on its history. The topic has continued to interest into retirement.

Dr Conacher was a colleague of Gwynne’s old mucker Lord John Walton. Walton died on 21 April 2016, so he was alive and kicking when all this slushy PR about the Top Docs who saved the life of the King who died not long after they had saved his life was planned and produced. Walton was one of those who knew that either a book or a blog on the subject of the mental health services was on the way from me.

 

A contribution to the Science Museum blog by Selina Hurley on 4 Nov 2016 (some three months after I began this blog) reads:

In the first episode of The Crown, a new Netflix drama series looking at the life of HM Queen Elizabeth, showed the George VI’s lung operation carried out by surgeon Sir Clement Price Thomas (1893-1973) on a Sunday morning, 23 September 1951. The news made headlines all over the world.

For The Crown, a group of practicing surgeons and theatre staff from Guys and St Thomas’ Trust came together to re-enact the operation in what is thought to be a television first.

Ah the doctors they were wonderful and such good sports as well.

For the operation in 1951, an operating theatre was set up within the private confines of Buckingham Palace, complete with staff from Westminster Hospital. The operating table used in the operation, made by the Genito-Urinary Manufacturing Company Limited, was gifted to the Science Museum in 1984

The year that war was declared on me by Eric Sunderland, the VC of UCNW, of which Carlo was Chancellor after I refused to keep quiet re Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist.

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from Westminster and Roehampton Hospital and has a small plaque commemorating the operation:

“To record with gratitude the recovery of His Majesty King George VI from an operation performed by C. Price Thomas F.R.C.S., Anaesthetist Dr. Robert Machray, Assisted by Theatre Sisters Miss S. Minter and Miss V. Ream and Staff Nurses Miss A. Patterson and Miss H. Ross when this table together with all the necessary theatre equipment was lent by Westminster Hospital, 23rd September 1951”

This plaque got me interested on the lives of the staff after the operation.

Bechod, Angels who looked after the King who will now be old ladies… That’ll tug a few heart strings.

Long-time readers of this blog will remember Katie Dabin’s blog post which featured an interview with Sarah Minter, Senior Theatre Sister, who was present at the operation.

Clement Price Thomas is considered one of the pioneers of thoracic surgery. Legend has it that Price Thomas only agreed to operate on the King if he could treat the monarch like any other patient.

That’ll be why the King was not told of his own diagnosis. Presumably the King was told that there was a Zero Tolerance Policy in place re Violence and Aggression and if the King was Violent Towards Staff he would be prosecuted. After the operation the King was told lies about the success of the operation. The King’s initial complaint about matters with which he was unhappy was ignored. The King wrote two more letters which were acknowledged some weeks later with a reassurance that people were very sorry to hear that the King was unhappy with his care, that the safety and dignity of patients are everyone’s highest priority and that an investigation would be held. The eventual investigation revealed that all staff involved in the King’s care behaved in a professional manner at all times but if the King had any further concerns he was entitled to contact the Community Health Council. By the time that letter had been sent, the King had died, but not as the result of anything to do with his successful operation.

Charles Drew (1916-87) and Peter Jones (1917-84) assisted Price Thomas, closing up the King at the completion of the operation, following the patterns that echoed their normal operating practice. The surgeon in charge [Price Thomas] is said to have said “I haven’t stitched up a chest for 25 years and I’m not going to start practising today!”

Jones (1917-1984) spent three weeks living in Buckingham Palace, monitoring the King’s progress and went onto to follow his mentor in thoracic surgery. Drew went on to pioneer profound hypothermia for open heart surgery and we also have his equipment in the collections. In a profound twist of fate, Drew would perform the same operation on Price Thomas as Price Thomas performed on George VI.

With a rather better outcome that the King had experienced.

Cyrill Scurr, junior anaesthetist, was also present at the King’s operation and has recounted his experiences on the Anaesthesia Heritage Centre blog and also donated the ECG machine that was used to the Association of Anaesthetists of Great Britain and Ireland.

Four nurses, Audrey Patterson, Hilda Ross, Vera Ream and Sarah Minter, assisted in the operation. A further four nurses did shifts during the King’s convalescence. Sister Janet Cleminsen and  Ruth Beswetherwick took the night shifts and Sister Doreen Pearce and Sister Kathleen Norman took the day shifts. They all found themselves named and pictured in the Illustrated London News in October 1951.

The George VI operating table is not the only royal item in the collection. We also have the operating table that was used to remove an abscess on Edward VII’s appendix in 1902, two days before the monarch’s coronation. The operation was carried out by Frederick Treves (1853-1923).

From royal births to hospital visits, our fascination with the medical treatment of royalty continues today.

It’s certainly shoved down our throats every time that the Royals or the Top Docs are in need of good PR.

 

Some of the other players in this drama:

Katie Dabin’s blog post (2 Oct 2013) told us that:

Katie Maggs, Curator of Medicine blogs on a rather special surgery performed at the Palace.   

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One of the amazing things about working at the Science Museum is the number of extraordinary people you get to meet who give a unique insight into our collections. A few days ago I made a trip to the South Coast to interview Sarah Minter – a retired nurse and spritely 96 year old. Not only has she lived through some incredible changes within medicine during her career, she played a vital role in a high-profile operation performed on this table displayed in our Health Matters Gallery – more than 60 years ago.

[Image omitted] Adjustable operating table by the Genito Urinary Manufacturing Co., London, 1950s. At the time this operating table was the latest model for chest surgery [shurely shome mishtake if it was made by the Genito-Urinary Manufacturing Co?- Ed]– multiple attachments helped to better position the patient during surgery. Image  credit: Science Museum.

In September 1951, Sarah – then Senior Theatre Sister at Westminster Hospitalwas about to go on holiday when Clement Price-Thomas (later Sir) a renowned Chest Surgeon came into her office. After carefully closing the door, he informed her that he had to perform a major chest operation on King George VIand at the Palace’s insistence the operation would take place at Buckingham Palace. Sarah was tasked with coordinating the equipment and nursing team that would be needed for the operation. Cancelling her holiday, Sarah set to work. Absolute secrecy was essential.

Medical treatment is of course completely confidential, particularly for Royal personages. Which is why the gynae records of a member of the Royal Family who had pissed The Firm off were being passed around the London hospitals to much sniggering in the late 1980s.

[Image omitted]. Sarah Minter and her fellow nursing team being thanked by Westminster’s Matron Lavina Young in 1951 for their role in the King’s operation. Sarah started training as a Probationer Nurse at Westminster Hospital in 1939, on a salary of £20.00 paid quarterly. Her responsibilities gradually expanded until she became Divisional Nursing Officer in the 1960s. She retired in 1977.

From sterilising to lighting apparatus – Sarah selected what equipment she could from Westminster’s surgical theatres including the operating table, in order to create a replica theatre inside the Palace. Part of the challenge was to ensure enough of the right surgical equipment remained at the hospital so that operations could continue uninterrupted by what was happening at the Palace.

I’m glad that Sarah remembered to get that bit in. It probably wasn’t true though, because we are also told that two operating theatres were set up at Buck House at the insistence of Clement lest disaster befall one of them, in the way that much high tech delivery equipment was installed in the Royal Residence before William’s birth, although in the even, Di gave birth in Lindo Wing, St Mary’s. Although unused, the gear in the Royal Residence was more impressive than that found on a lot of NHS labour wards. If Sarah had nabbed enough equipment to create two fully functioning operating theatres at Buck House, there won’t have been much left behind in the Westminster Hospital for the plebs. At the time, the Westminster Hospital won’t have had that many of the most expensive bits and pieces needed to construct a top of the range operating theatre.


Crowds awaiting news of King George VI’s operation outside Buckingham Palace, 1951. The King’s operation began around 10am on the 23rd September 1951. Sarah recalled the thrill of looking out at the crowds from a window in the Palace, as a press notice about the operation was posted to the gates. Image Credit: BBC.

King George VI recovered from the surgery but died later in Feb 1952.

From causes ENTIRELY UNRELATED to that successful operation from which the King made a full recovery although he was forever after in quite a bad way.

The operating table went back to the hospital into normal usage. Sarah received a signed photograph of the King and Queen thanking her for her part in the procedure. Her name is listed with the members of the surgical team on a stained glass window commemorating King George VI

Who did not die as a result of that operation or the condition for which the operation was performed. Let’s get that clear.

in the chapel of Westminster Hospital.

Speaking with Sarah, I gained a real sense of the professionalism shown by nurses like her and an insight into the conditions in which she was working and the operation which took place. 

Professionalism in the face of the rapidly expanding trafficking ring that was operating under Sarah’s nose at the Westminster Hospital and which was so notorious that traffickers from south Wales were enrolling as med students at the Westminster because they’d heard that’s where the action was.

Whilst proud of her part in such notable surgery, it was medical advances Sarah recalled – such as the first dialysis machine used at Westminster Hospital or the shift from being a voluntary to an NHS Hospital – that made more of an impact on her and the patients she cared for.

In private, discussions with Sarah re her work will have made it clear that what she remembered most was just how much the Top Docs at the Westminster were getting away with, but she’ll only have said that in the presence of people whom she’ll never have imagined would be in a position to publish such things one day. That’s how Brown and me got to heard about it all as teenagers, which is why the Gang took ‘evidence’ from some of those who told us re my dangerousness and insanity.

Cyril Frederick Scurr (1920–2012), the anaesthetist at the King’s successful op was Dean of the Royal College of Anaesthetics. Cyril is buried at St Andrew’s Church, Totteridge, London. Totteridge was where Vanessa Feltz grew up and the constituency MP was Reggie Maudling, bent Tory politician who was a Director of a business owned by John Poulson, himself a business associate of T. Dan Smith, the Mr Big of civic corruption in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, who’s empire stretched as far as Wandsworth and Southwark Councils. See previous posts.

Every Council with which T. Dan Smith did business deals was sending kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales. The Poulson-T. Dan Smith scandal resulted in T. Dan Smith and Andy Cunningham going to prison for a short while during the 1970s but their lives were soon back on track when they came out. The scandal was a big one but only a fraction of the crime involved was ever investigated. The trafficking ring was never mentioned. Andy Cunningham’s son Jack became a Labour MP for a constituency in Cumbria and at one point it looked as though Lord Jack Cunningham would become Leader of the Labour Party… See previous posts.

Someone who served as the Tory MP for a Cumbrian constituency throughout an entire geological era:

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Willie Whitelaw worked very hard to ensure that Gwynne and Dafydd were never investigated yet alone arrested. Willie as Home Secretary was particularly enthusiastic about Young Thugs Receiving A Short Sharp Shock. Such as being repeatedly buggered by people known to Dafydd and Gwynne – and indeed Willie – and then murdered in Risley Remand Centre by the screws. Willie served as the visitor for UCNW at times when the Gang were most in need. See previous posts.

The only person who really came unstuck was Reggie Maudling, who back in 1962 had replaced Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Selwyn Lloyd as Chancellor of the Exchequer when Macmillan kicked Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates out of the Cabinet in the Night of the Long Knives. A decade later Reggie had to resign as Heath’s Home Secretary after being named as a Director of one of Poulson’s companies, as was one of Reggie’s sons. Reggie was publicly disgraced, developed a serious alcohol problem with which the Experts could not help and died of kidney and liver problems in the care of Dafydd and Gwynne’s network at the Royal Free Hospital on 14 Feb 1979, while Mr Thrope was waiting to stand trial for conspiracy to murder and when Mary Wynch had been wrongfully arrested and imprisoned. See previous posts.

Jethro Gough Of Caring For Miners and the Welsh National School of Medicine died from his own long term failing ill health two days after Reggie.

Reggie’s son William was found dead at the bottom of a block of flats in north London in June 1999, seven months before the Waterhouse Report was published, but after Sir Ronnie had shown People Who Matter drafts. William had committed suicide by throwing himself off a balcony after years of drug addiction as a result of the Shame of his father’s disgrace. No-one had the slightest bit of evidence that those were the circumstances of William’s death, but it’s what a copper told a journo and that’s what appeared in the media. See previous posts for details…

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Cyril’s BMJ Obituary:

Cyril Scurr, who has died aged 91, was a pioneering anaesthetist whose former colleagues and family have variously described as laconic, shy, and taciturn. He did not talk about his work or achievements, even refusing to discuss the time that he attended an operation at Buckingham Palace.

Scurr was working as an anaesthetist at Westminster Hospital when in 1951, together with senior anaesthetic and surgical colleagues, he set up an operating theatre in Buckingham Palace and performed a lung operation on King George VI. Scurr provided continuous electrocardiogram monitoring throughout the procedure, and the monitor is now on display in the museum of the Association of Anaesthetists of Great Britain and Ireland. Scurr attended a reception at the palace and was awarded lieutenant of the royal Victorian order.

Scurr had two careers, as a practising anaesthetist, pioneering a scientific approach to his specialty, and as a medical politician. He was born in north London, studied at King’s College and Westminster Hospital …

Cyril Scurr’s obituary from ‘The Times’, July 25 2012:

Anaesthetist who set his discipline on a scientific basis and was influential in medical professional bodies:

Scurr: he was alert to the dangers that unfit doctors posed to their patients
Scurr: he was alert to the dangers that unfit doctors posed to their patients

Then explain this Cyril:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

Cyril Scurr was one of the luminaries of modern anaesthesia. He was appointed in 1949 to the consultant staff of Westminster Hospital where he provoked new research and encouraged a scientific approach to a field hitherto considered an art with a purely empirical basis.

In September 1951, with his senior colleague Robert Machray, he attended King George VI for a lung operation by Sir Clement Price-Thomas, the surgery taking place in a drawing room at Buckingham Palace. Scurr provided continuous electrocardiographic monitoring…

An extensive detailed account of Cyril’s biography can be found on the website of the Anaesthesia Heritage Centre:

Dr Cyril Scurr qualified at Westminster Hospital at the age of just 21. He was pioneering in his use of new technologies and techniques, though rarely discussed his achievements. He later became Dean of the Royal College of Anaesthetists and the President of the AAGBI. In this except, Dr Scurr discusses his experience in the Royal Army Medical Corps during World War Two and what it was like to work on the troop ships heading out to the Middle East.

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Dr Scurr as President of the AAGBI

In 1938, I got into Westminster Hospital in the old building… I was a first year clinical student. We had a great year you see, we had a most enjoyable year. It was like my first year at university… And everybody was having a great time in 1938, you know the hospital ball and all that sort of thing.

I couldn’t qualify until I was twenty-one. I could have qualified by passing the exams when I was twenty, but the GMC wouldn’t allow it and so I had to wait for another term…

When people are learning anaesthetics they sit in on and give a hand to someone who is actually giving the anaesthetic and then there’s a bit of a hand-over takes place. And they’ll stand over you while you’re doing all the manoeuvres if you take on another case. So I’d had quite a lot of really well-known people: with Sir Ivan Magill, he wasn’t a Sir then of course, with Geoffrey Organe… with Robert Machray who anaesthetised the King later, with Ronnie Borad and Michael Nosworthy. All very well known anaesthetists at that time.

I don’t think we knew [what was coming]. But we should have known because we’d had the Munich thing in the year 1938 when my brothers were evacuated down to Somerset and I was still up in London.

And of course when the Blitz came later, we did a lot of it, and resuscitation and so on. We all had to do fire-watching whether you were a medical student or not, but of course when the causalities came in one was often working through the night at Westminster.

I had one idyllic interval really and that was just after Christmas 1940. They were looking for student house surgeons at Salisbury which is a most delightful city as you know and I went down there for about six months…

Once I was called up I was out of hospital and into the Royal Army Medical Corps. I suppose the bombing and the casualties [were the major experiences], getting hands-on experience I suppose you might say were enormously valuable. When I went into the RAMC… they posted me to troop ships for which they were asking for men over the age of forty, so I realised that the higher command in the RAMC was a bunch of idiots in many respects.

There were two, four thousand on this troop ship which was The Batory, the famous Polish ship, four thousand troops going to Algiers. And the second medical officer was a very elderly psychiatrist who know nothing about anything except psychiatry, so I had to do it all myself. And I had to decided when we were in convoy what were the surgical emergencies that arose that I could or could not cope with. I thought I could cope with the odd appendix and things, but things that I had to cope with were mainly dental extractions which I’d had not training in at all, so that wasn’t much fun… 

Here come the Top Docs in their Battleship. Seek Out and Destroy!


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We had quite a good gang of other ranks to do all the hard work of cleaning and staging the thing, but I was the only doctor that could do anything. The old psychiatrist had seasickness all the time and he filled himself up with Luminal and wasn’t really of much use. The other thing is that being an American theatre of war, it was a dry ship and so there was no drink. And this was a great handicap and hardship to a lot of people on the ship I think. But coming back or course all was let loose, because we only had the ships staff of about half a dozen officers and drinks ad lib which was very nice…

I saw in the papers when I got back to my parents’ place that I’d come back through the worst hurricane in fifty years. And it used to cheer me up because the ship was so up and down that I reckon any torpedoes would go well underneath. It was really rough, it was absolutely frightening. Fortunately I wasn’t seasick, but we did lose one or two escort vessels. Coming back through Gibraltar I saw one afternoon at teatime, the sharp end of destroyer out of water as it was going down… You [didn’t] stop and pick up survivors… you were like a bat out of Hell… that was for the Royal Navy to deal with, not for the civilian ships.

We were behind the lines, but we took enormous numbers of casualties to treat. Again I was anaesthetising for a long time, and eventually I got graded as a specialist anaesthetist in the army when I was in Tunis. But the day I was graded I got diphtheria which we caught from soldiers with desert sores which were in fact caused by malignant diphtheria organisms. And so I was ill for two or three months, during which period they quite kindly posted me to Anzio beach-head which was a real Hell-hole, so I missed that by virtue of having diphtheria.

We had Pentothal, ether, we had Oxford vaporisers, we had a field service patent Boyle machine which was capable of giving gas, oxygen and ether, and we had spinals. We had a very poor selection of local anaesthetics, the RAMC was very bad on that, and of course the relaxants didn’t come in until really after the war. We didn’t have relaxants at any time during all the time I was working on battle casualties until 1945.

With hindsight, if we had had curare and so on it would have been much better than having to give deep ether anaesthesia for abdominal procedure… head injuries of course, they were the things that killed.

That’s why someone smashed Brown’s head against a pavement repeatedly.

[My prime role with the Indian army] was dealing with casualties. I was with an Indian surgeon and I was the anaesthetist… And I got posted to Greece because we had the British Army in Greece to try and keep the Communists out while they had their elections…

Reds under the bed and all that. Is Jeremy Corbyn sure that he wants to support this bunch of bastards under all circumstances simply because they have been given a degree in medicine?

I was five years altogether in the RAMC of which two years were after the war was over. By that time I was a specialist. I was a major specialist anaesthetist in the RAMC. You were pretty well guaranteed a job when you were demobbed from that situation and you got a thing called a supernumerary registrar’s job at £650 a year. I took the opportunity then to pass the DA because I hadn’t been able to sit any exams while I was abroad.

I wondered who was rash enough to agree that Dafydd should qualify.

Then I got a job back at Westminster as a registrar… but within a year there was a consultant post which I was appointed and I was there ever after until I retired.

Robert Machray… was a great thoracic anaesthetist who… eventually came to anaesthetise the King, and I went along with him which was another leg-up really that I received. [We] operated on the King in Buckingham Palace [and took] all the equipment there on a Sunday morning. All these things happen on a Sunday morning!

I anesthetised Attlee, on numerous occasions.. When he had a mortal illness he was distinguished by all the people in his brood, and they never said thank you for anything that you did for them. Never ever. He was a miserable character I thought. But I got a lot of the politicians. I anaesthetised for the cancer expert of the time, Sir Stanford Cade, eventually. And this is why we got Brendan Bracken and Attlee. Being at Westminster which was next to the Houses of Parliament, we got all the parliamentarians. For example, Lady Churchill I anaesthetised twice because she fell down and broke her hip more than once. She was a bit confused! When I used to go to see her she used to say “Hello Randolph”. I’m not sure that was the thing to do really.

Check out that celeb patient list. This is why politicians just will not say ‘no’ to a Top Doctor. Fings Break…

With the King, I sat with him while he was waking up from his anaesthetic until he came round and looked after him entirely on my own for about two or three hours. But he died before I saw him again. I was due to have had a private investiture and he died just about a year later. I think the most touching thing was that when we went to put him to sleep in the morning, he had all the Sunday papers around him and they all had grisly details of the operation that he was likely to have. They were all hazarding a guess that he’d got carcinoma of the lung. And I thought as he was a timid sort of person who I think was very apprehensive of the operation- more perhaps than most people- because he had a biblical quotation in his own hand on his bedside table, ‘Put your trust in the Lord’ and that sort of thing.

The Oxford Brookes archive holds Dr Cyril Scurr’s interview with Lady Wendy Ball: Part 2:

In the second part of this interview Dr Scurr focuses on his ‘political’ career and his role in the emergence and evolution of the specialty of anaesthesia. Encouraged by Geoffrey Organe he was elected onto the major organisations in British anaesthesia where he played an influential role. Dr Scurr discusses his work at the Faculty of Anaesthetists at the Royal College of Surgeons where he was on the board from 1961 to 1977, and served as dean from 1970 to 1973. He outlines debates about the way that anaesthesia should develop, the setting up of the Scottish committee to ensure better representation of Scots, and establishing reciprocal arrangements over anaesthetist qualifications with anglophone countries. Next, he speaks of his time with the Association of Anaesthetists, particularly his work with the epidemiologist Archie Cochrane to re-establish the inquiry into perioperative mortality associated with anaesthesia, which became an ongoing concern, and setting up the ‘sick doctor’ – a confidential service for talking about doctors deemed unfit to practice.

The ‘sick doctor’ service is a real laugh. The essence of the sick doctor service is to ignore doctors who are genuinely struggling with serious health problems but instead offer complete protection to dangerous doctors when their excesses can no longer be ignored or excused by the usual methods. Dafydd was a Sick Doctor, in that he suffered from a ‘nervous illness’ for which he consulted a ‘Doctor in England’. I have yet to find out who that was. Roger Gilliatt perhaps. The Sick Doctor service in north Wales was run by Dr Devakumar, one of the many Sick Doctors who worked at the Hergest Unit. Deva was on board with Dafydd and the Gang and was one of the self-styled ‘BMA psychiatrists’ who was happy to contribute to the evidence that I was insane and dangerous and should be sent to a high security hospital. See previous posts for details of the Sick Doctor that was/is Devakumar. Deva’s service failed to prevent the suicides and of a number of Sick Doctors in north Wales, including Tony Francis.

Following this Dr Scurr reflects on his work with other important organisations. He describes his work with the Joint Consultants Committee from 1979 to 1981 – while serving on this he helped set up the Professional Linguistic Assessment Board to examine anaesthetists wishing to practice in the UK on the basis of an overseas qualification, his role in establishing the European Academy of Anaesthesiology with Jean Lassner, and serving on the Health Service Board from 1977 to 1980. The discussion moves on to the influence of Dr Scurr’s strong religious faith on his work, and his main publications. At the end of the interview he reflects on a long and varied career and states that his ‘political’ work has had the more on-going effects. He talks about the future of anaesthesia and his hope for a reduction in post-operative pain.

Charles Edwin Drew (15 December 1916-31 May 1987) was the surgeon who assisted Clement Price Thomas with the King’s pneumonectomy in 1951. It was Charles who later performed the same operation on Clement himself, with so much better results than the poor old King experienced.

Drew conducted pioneering research on profound hypothermia in cardiac surgery and what came to be known as the ‘Drew technique’.

Drew died from throat cancer at the age of 70 in 1987, leaving his wife Maureen and two children. He outlived Gwynne and was always on hand to hold an umbrella.

Born in Lambeth on 15 December 1916, the eldest son of Edwin Frank Drew, an accountant and Eunice (née Lloyd-Davies), Drew started his education in Stockwell and went on to Westminster City School. During WW II Drew became a Top Doc in the RNVR in 1942, one year after he graduated. Drew completed his junior surgical posts at Westminster Hospital, where he also formed close associations with G T Mullalley and Sir Clement Price Thomas.

Upon removal of the King’s tumour, it was Drew and his colleague Peter Jones who closed the King’s chest, Clement being too grand for such a mundane task.

Drew was the first to use the technique of profound hypothermia in open heart surgery. The body temperature was lowered to such a point where cardiovascular arrest could just about be tolerated for the time necessary to carry out the heart operation. He continued to use this technique for the remaining 22 years of his surgical career.

Charles Drew will have known about the research fraud and crime at Hammersmith Hospital on the part of Hugh Bentall and his colleagues as discussed in my post ‘Interesting Facts’.

Drew was convinced that much of the high mortality in cardiac surgery was due to a problem with the oxygenator systems. He proved a technique, ‘the Drew technique’, which involved two concepts: to provide circulatory support without an artificial oxygenator, and to repair the heart under conditions of circulatory arrest. Converting an old billiard room on the 6th floor of Westminster Hospital into a research laboratory, Drew observed

“A small number of experiments was sufficient to show that, using simple apparatus, it is possible to induce profound hypothermia in a dog, followed by complete circulatory arrest for 30 minutes, and then to rewarm it with recovery.”

This became the basis of his ‘Drew technique’ in following cardiac operations. Success was recorded in cardiac operations with arrest lasting up to 45 minutes. He emphasised that cold was cardio-protective. Respiratory complications, so often seen when oxygenators were used, were not noted with the Drew technique.

Drew enjoyed sailing and water polo. He was also interested in croquet and football and he rowed for London University.

Charles Drew married Maureen Pittaway in 1950. She was a sister at Queen Alexandra Royal Naval Nursing Service. They had two children.

Extracts from the Royal College of Surgeon’s Plarr’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online:

Charles Edward Drew…secured an open scholarship in 1935 to King’s College, London, and Westminster Hospital Medical School… After graduating in 1941 and doing his first resident appointments he joined the Navy in 1942 as Surgeon-Lieutenant RNVR. The following year his ship was sunk in the Mediterranean whilst he was below deck tending the wounded and he escaped by swimming out through a porthole. He was eventually picked up and continued his service until the end of the war…

It’s an impressive story but can one believe anything at all that this lot say about themselves, each other or anyone else?

Drew then became… surgical chief assistant at the Brompton Hospital before appointment as consultant surgeon to the Westminster and St George’s Hospitals.

Why are we not surprised that Charles Drew ended up affiliated to St George’s?

It was in 1952, during the early years of his consultant life, that he assisted his senior colleague Sir Clement Price Thomas with the pneumonectomy operation on King George VI for lung carcinoma. 

Charles Drew was a highly original thinker who was occasionally out of step with his less enterprising colleagues. Although somewhat handicapped by doing too much of his early work in one of the smaller centres, he was the first to use profound hypothermia for open cardiac surgery and did many successful operations by this technique. He published important papers on the clinical use of hyperbaric oxygen and on heart transplantation and was appointed consultant in thoracic surgery to the Royal Navy, honorary consultant in thoracic surgery to the Army, and honorary consultant thoracic surgeon, King Edward VII Hospital, Midhurst.

Among the well-educated Empowered Service Users whom I knew in north Wales who’s previous careers were unknown by most of the uninterested staff, there was a man who had previously worked at Manchester University as a researcher in hyperbaric medicine. I first met him in the North Wales Hospital and I would come across him at intervals over the next 25 years. He was fluent in German, very able, had done amazing things, but he had severe manic depression that was never ever managed competently. This man had been a witness to a great deal of wrongdoing in the North Wales Hospital, in ‘the community’ and at Hergest. As with most Empowered Service Users he was rendered virtually invisible after he had been Cared For after two years or so and only I, the Hergest whistleblower and a few other people knew some of what this man knew. He’s dead now, he was found dead in his flat some 10 years ago. Heart failure brought on by the ‘side effects’ of medication.

The Hergest whistleblower raised concerns repeatedly that this man was so over-medicated that his life was at risk. The Hergest whistleblower documented his concerns. He was ignored.

The one Professional apart from the Hergest whistleblower who was very aware of what the now deceased Empowered Service User had witnessed was Dafydd. In 1986-87, when we were in Denbigh together, this man was, like me, one of the Empowered Service Users whom Dafydd told people that he would take a ‘special interest in’. A witness to crime, of course Dafydd would be taking a special interest in him.

One of the Top Docs who was responsible for the medication regime of the Empowered Service User when he died was the genocidal Dr Tony ‘Do Nothing’ Roberts. Do Nothing trained at Manchester University and then worked with Dafydd at Denbigh.

Philip Jones from Dolgellau. Cleverer than any of the fuckwits who gradually poisoned him with prescribed drugs. And of course Philip knew and remembered me from 1986/87, as well as Stephen Bagnall the former kid in care who died while in the care of Dafydd a few months after I left Denbigh. When people were trying to kill Brown’s brother after he had witnessed the state that Stephen was in when we went out to Denbigh with the camera. See post ‘Hey, Hey, DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’

At the Royal College of Surgeons he was Hunterian Professor in 1961, Price Thomas Medallist in 1962; member of the Court of Examiners from 1970 to 1976, and Tudor Edwards Lecturer in 1961. He also served on the editorial committee of the British journal of surgery…

Peter Henry Jones (1 March 1917-30 July 1984), was born in Monmouth and after assisting Clement Price Thomas to perform the pneumonectomy on King George VI, Jones remained professionally close to Price Thomas, pursuing a career in cardiothoracic surgery. The Royal College of Surgeons Plarr’s ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online:

Peter Henry Jones was born in Monmouth on 1 March 1917 and educated at Haberdashers’ Aske’s West Monmouth School in Pontypool. He studied medicine at the Westminster Hospital and qualified in 1939.

Peter Jones also studied at King’s College London before Westminster. Leo Abse, whose brothers studied at Westminster Hospital and knew Peter Jones, served as the Labour MP for Pontypool…

After house appointments at the Westminster Hospital he served in the RAMC from 1942 to 1946 as Regimental Medical Officer to a field artillery regiment in North Africa and Italy. He took part in the Salerno landing and the assault on Monte Cassino, being mentioned in despatches. Typically, he refused promotion in order to remain with his regiment, which he did for four years, and this selfless attitude was characteristic of him. On demobilisation he decided to train in surgery, and took his FRCS in 1948. Subsequently he went to the Brompton and Westminster Hospitals training in thoracic surgery under Sir Clement Price Thomas, whom he assisted with a thoracotomy on King George VI, spending three weeks living in Buckingham Palace. For this he was awarded the MVO. In 1955 he was appointed thoracic surgeon to Baguley and Davyhulme Hospitals and in 1960 to Manchester Royal Infirmary. The same year he spent six months with Dr Frank Gerbode at the Presbyterian Hospital in San Francisco learning the new techniques of open heart surgery. In 1962 he was invited to join the staff of the Westminster Hospital as thoracic surgeon, where he remained until his early retirement. He was made Hunterian Professor in 1958 giving his lecture on sleeve resection of the bronchus, and he was founder-member of Pete’s Club, a travelling thoracic surgical club, whose only rule was that “no member should report any case which reflects credit upon himself”. Pomposity and insincerity were abhorrent to him.

No need to even tell us that really, we can take it for granted.

He retired early because of coronary artery disease, and pursued his interests in fishing and antique clocks. He bore his final illness, which deprived him of his voice, with courage and humour, raising many laughs with sign language.

Not your usual selfish, miserable, demanding Patient Who Attacks Angels.

When he died on 30 July 1984 he was survived by his wife Monica, herself a doctor, and their son and daughter and four grandchildren.

Peter Jones pegged out as I refused to withdraw my complaint about Gwynne and advanced skulduggery was underway behind closed doors after Eric Sunderland’s arrival at UCNW as Principal…

The BMJ October 1984:

Mr P H Jones, formerly thoracic surgeon to Westminster Hospital, London, died on 30 July after a long illness…He…served with the first army in north Africa, took part in the Salerno landing in Italy, and spent three months at Monte Cassino. He was mentioned in dispatches. Although offered promotion and secondment for training as a graded surgeon, he refused because he thought it important for a unit to have continuity of medical care. He remained with the same unit for four years. This selfless attitude was characteristic of him.

Not a trace of greed or ruthless self-interest was ever detected at any point during his saintly existence and never even mild irritation towards anyone who spilt his pint.

…in 1963 he became the first thoracic surgeon to be appointed to the staff of Westminster Hospital: his predecessors in thoracic surgery had all been appointed as general surgeons. With Sir Clement Mr Jones was a pioneer in sleeve resection of the bronchus and he gave a Hunterian lecture on this subject. Most lecturers fill the allotted hour with as much material as can be mustered; his lecture was probably the shortest ever. This was typical of him, for he hated to be a bore...

So Peter Jones said the bare minimum, delivering the shortest lecture in the history of the world lest the audience fell asleep. Which was no doubt worthy of a Special Medal from the BMA itself but being so unselfish, Peter Jones would not have wanted such an honour and that was the sole reason for it never being offered.

BBC: On This Day 23 Sept 1951:

1951: King has lung operation

Crowds have gathered outside Buckingham Palace for news of King George VI following an operation to remove part of his lung.A bulletin on the King’s health posted on the gates of Buckingham Palace this afternoon said “anxiety must remain for some days” but “his immediate post-operative condition is satisfactory”.

The statement was signed by the five doctors who have attended the King and spent last night at the palace prior to the operation.

The decision to operate was taken on Friday after doctors noticed “structural changes” in the King’s lung, which were giving cause for concern.

Queen at the palace

Nurses moved into the palace on Friday night and oxygen cylinders and other medical equipment arrived during the day yesterday.

The operation began at around 1000 today (Sunday) and took most of the morning.

The Queen was at the palace and she was the first to hear from the doctors how the King had withstood the surgery.

News of the King’s condition was then telephoned to Princess Elizabeth and the Duke of Edinburgh at Clarence House and to Queen Mary and other members of the royal family at Marlborough House.

The King was apparently moved to the comfort of his own bedroom immediately after the operation. He is being attended by nursing staff round-the-clock.

The Princess and her husband spent more than an hour at the Palace this evening. Queen Mary had left after visiting for nearly an hour a little earlier.

Princess Margaret flew in from Scotland to join her parents. She drove direct to the palace from London Airport.

Prince Charles and Princess Anne are the only members of the royal family remaining at Balmoral.

The Prime Minister Clement Attlee, who had also flown back to London from Scotland, has been kept informed of the King’s progress at Number 10.

Special prayers are being said in churches throughout the country for the King’s recovery.

Crowds gathered outside the palace and filed passed the railings where the bulletin on the King’s health had been pinned. Police officers kept the crowd moving.

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Crowds wait for news outside Buckingham Palace

The King is recovering from the operation at Buckingham Palace



In Context

The King appointed five Counsellors of State, including the Queen and Princess Elizabeth to deal with matters requiring the Sovereign’s approval during his illness.But he never made a complete recovery and died in February 1952, when it was revealed he had been suffering from lung cancer.

He became King on the abdication of his elder brother, Edward VIII, to marry the divorcee Wallace Simpson.

George VI’s refusal to leave Buckingham Palace during the years of World War II won him the respect of the British people.

It is thought the traumatic times through which he led his country left him physically exhausted and contributed to his failing health and early death at the age of 56.

 

Re Gwynne and whatever he did in 1957 which so worried Harold Macmillan. Now that Phil the Greek is on his last legs – he’s 98, he’s had a good innings! – and Lilibet is talking about delegating her own duties, surely it is time for them to tell us What Gwynne Did In 1957, before the memory is lost to the world for ever. Come along Ma’am, solve the mystery for the nation! What Did Gwynne The Royal Lobotomist Do In 1957 that was worth someone’s while killing Lord Dennis Vosper in 1966, the Health Minister who stood down because of it?

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As ‘The Sun’ said when you hid at Balmoral after Diana crashed in the tunnel, Show Us You Care Ma’am!

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Lastly, I’ll just remind readers of a short piece that was published in the ‘New Statesman’ on 8 May 2013, which recounted how appalled Dr Death and his wife Debbie were by Thatch’s attitude to people with mental illness when they discussed the matter with her many years ago. The ‘New Statesman’ published this the year after Tony Francis killed himself, while I was unlawfully detained in a psych hospital and as Operation Pallial was arresting old codgers who were alleged to have abused kids as members of the ring in north Wales that included Dr Death’s mates. Uncle Harry’s nephew was Leader of the Labour Party and thought that he was soon going to be PM. Readers will notice that at the end of the article, there is a little advert for Dr Death:

In the early 1970s, Margaret Thatcher invited a psychiatrist to dinner in the House of Commons. At the time, she held the position of Secretary of State for Education (during which time she removed free milk from all children over the age of seven). Another MP who had been a neurology and psychiatric registrar at St Thomas’s Hospital, David Owen, passed by in the corridors of the house and recognised the psychiatrist. After a little small talk, Mrs Thatcher invited David and his wife to join her for coffee. The couple accepted.

[Mrs Thatcher] was sufficiently concerned about a constituent’s worries over her teenage son’s health to bother, when she was exceptionally busy, to arrange to meet the doctor who was treating him. Yet it soon became apparent that she neither accepted nor wanted to understand that any adolescent could be depressed. For her, it was all due to a lack of personal drive, effort and will.

As the conversation went on, her voice grew firm. She refused to hear any argument that might suggest the boy was having difficulties – that the state of his mental health, might be taking its toll. Owen’s wife, usually chatty and engaged, fell silent. She was staggered by Thatcher’s incomprehension.

As we rose to leave, Thatcher, right in front of her, said to me: “Is your wife always so quiet?” I have never forgotten that conversation. It showed Thatcher conscientious to a fault yet insensitive to someone she perceived as a non-achiever. This became ever clearer over the years in her attitudes towards poverty, social problems and the ethos of organisations such as the NHS.

You can read David Owen’s review of Charles Moore’s Margaret Thatcher: the Authorised Biography online now.

 

A Trail Of Blood

Previous posts eg. ‘Oliver’s Army’ discussed Professor Israel ‘Issy’ Cohen, a child psychiatrist who spent much of his career based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, until he relocated to the Tavi in 1990. Issy was a key partner of Dafydd’s; he was one of the principal figures who ran the big paedophile/trafficking ring in the North East which sent children and staff to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Issy was one of those who wielded enormous influence because so many of the Top Docs whom he ‘trained’ later became very big names themselves, many holding Chairs and flying the flag into the next generation.

‘Oliver’s Army’ named some of those who paid tribute to Issy, particularly after his death and that post supplied links to the tributes. Because Issy was such a regular in the Courts giving his Expert evidence in eg. child care proceedings, Issy was mates with a great many lawyers and a few judges. One of those who paid tribute to Issy was Lord Justice Mathew Thorpe.

Sir Mathew Alexander Thorpe (born 30 July 1938) is a retired Lord Justice of Appeal who served in the Court of Appeal of England and Wales, 1995-2013.

Thorpe was educated at Stowe School and Balliol, Oxford. Previous posts have mentioned other alumni of Stowe who had links with the Westminster Paedophile Ring, Dafydd’s gang or those who concealed the criminality eg. Peregrine Worsthorne, George Melly and Sir Anthony Barrowclough QC. Barrowclough served as Parliamentary Commissioner for Administration and Health Service Commissioner for England, Wales and Scotland, Ombudsman, 1 Jan 1985-31 Dec 1989. See post ‘The Naked Civil Servants’. Barrowclough was in post when Dafydd’s mates Professors Owen and Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry failed to investigate my complaint about Dafydd and the gang properly in July-Aug 1989. See post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’. Mathew Thorpe is younger than Perry, Melly and Barrowclough, but it’s the network that’s important…

Stowe School

Balliol educated the troika of Ted Heath, Denis Healey and Woy Jenkins who were all there at the same time (see previous posts). The film director John Schlesinger, who’s father Bernard was a Top Doc who facilitated the Westminster Paedophile Ring/organised abuse, went to Balliol (see post ‘Oliver’s Army’).

Mathew Thorpe was called to the Bar at Inner Temple in 1961. Inner Temple hosted others who gave every assistance possible to organised abusers in high places, including Sir Cecil Havers, his son Lord Michael Havers and Michael’s sister Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss, Butler-Sloss being one of those who contributed a tribute to Issy Kolvin on Issy’s website (see post ‘Oliver’s Army’). Another illustrious Mr Thorpe, Jeremy, became a member of Inner Temple some seven years before Mathew Thorpe. The Lib Dem Sir Simon Hughes is also a member of Inner Temple. Hughes was the Liberal candidate standing against Labour’s Peter Tatchell in the 1983 Bermondsey by-election and benefited greatly from a vicious homophobic campaign targeting Tatchell; Hughes forgot to mention that he had been in gay relationships himself. Hughes also never mentioned that his local Council, Southwark, were sending numerous kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales and were involved in the abuse of psych patients as well as huge civic corruption. See eg. ‘The Battle for the Labour Party’s Soul’.

Mathew Thorpe was appointed a QC in 1980, the year after Jeremy Thrope was acquitted at the Old Bailey and the year that Mary Wynch got out of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and began litigation against the gang. Mathew Thorpe was appointed a Recorder in 1982 and then a High Court judge on 11 April 1988, assigned to the Family Division a la Ronnie Waterhouse. So Dafydd and Issy had a close mate in the Family Division by the time that it was all kicking off in north Wales in a major way, Mary having won her appeal to the Master of the Rolls and Alison Taylor and me refusing to back down.

1988 was of course the year that Butler-Sloss conducted her cover-up of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which was caused by the excesses of Issy, Dafydd and their colleagues. See post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’.

It was certainly a cosy set up. Mathew Thorpe’s tribute to Issy stresses that Issy was such a good bloke that when Issy gave evidence in Court, such was his reputation that the judges inevitably accepted Issy’s recommendation. No wonder Butler-Sloss made damn sure that no-one ever was able to work out exactly what had gone on in Cleveland.

Mathew Thorpe was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal on 2 October 1995, during the middle of the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974. When Thorpe was appointed, Nicola – later Dame Nicola – Davies QC was conducting her review of the paperwork of the North Wales Police in order to ascertain whether a Public Inquiry was justified re the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. The paperwork since 1989 was all missing and in Dec 1995 Nicola announced that an Inquiry would not be in the public interest. The world went apeshit and in 1996, William Hague bowed to pressure and announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. However, Waterhouse seemed to know that he would be Chairing that Inquiry back at the beginning of 1995, if not before. Rigged through and through…

In July 1995, the world was told that Dafydd had ‘retired’ and that the North Wales Hospital had closed down. Dafydd had ‘retired’ under an agreement that if he retired none of the serious complaints about him would be pursued; the ‘retired’ Dafydd left his job clutching the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for the whole of north Wales and of course there was his substantial private practice, including the ‘expert witness’ work, the care homes, the sex therapy clinics, the PTSD clinics etc. In subsequent years Dafydd branched out providing substance abuse services for the whole of Wales, sheltered housing, work schemes, therapy and counselling, children’s ‘safeguarding’ education… See eg. posts ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’ and ‘Feet In Chains’). That was one hell of a retirement Dafydd. Neither did the North Wales Hospital close down, part of it remained open, including the ‘mother and baby unit’, but the NHS has never come clean re which patients remained there and when the last of them were finally moved elsewhere.

On 2 July 1995, Geraint Morgan QC, the Tory MP for Denbigh, 1959-83, died. On 9th July 1995, Bing Spear, the corrupt Home Office Drugs Branch mandarin who had been of such assistance to Dafydd died. On 13 July 1995, Sir Peter Morrison was found dead in his house at Belgravia. Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University in the same month. 1995 was a good year for deaths of witnesses, Peter Cook died on 9 Jan and Viv Stanshall spontaneously combusted at home on 5 March. See previous posts. There were others in 1995 as well…

Throughout 1995 Dafydd and the gang continued their consultations with bent lawyers with regard to any possible way in which they could have me incarcerated.

Mathew Thorpe was appointed Deputy Head of Family Justice and Head of International Justice in January 2005, the year after the conspiracy on the part of the gang, which also involved Judge Huw Daniel, to fit me up for ‘threats to kill’ blew up in their faces. So to compensate someone forged a certificate of indictment stating that I’d pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’ – I haven’t ever been charged with violent disorder – and then someone unlawfully accessed the PNC to leave a criminal record against my name that I had not incurred…See previous posts.

Thorpe’s glorious career on the Bench came to an end when he retired on 31 July 2013.

Mathew Thorpe is regarded as reactionary by his detractors as a result of his ‘traditionalist’ view on gender roles in parenting. Thorpe’s made a few notorious judgements in this regard, such as Re S (Children) [2002] EWCA Civ 583:

This case concerned a divorce where the mother had a high salary and the father stayed at home to look after the children. If residence had been awarded to the father, the status quo in London would continue. However, if residence were awarded to the mother then she would move with the children to Scotland. It was submitted on behalf of the father that it would be gender discrimination to decide residence in favour of the mother: if the roles were to be reversed, a father who proposed to abandon a lucrative career with the consequence that his wife and children would suffer a dramatic downturn in the standard of living, would not have the smallest chance of being given a residence order as his reward. This submission was rejected by Thorpe on grounds of gender role:

That submission seems to me to ignore the realities, namely the very different role and functions of men and women…

Thorpe also presided over a number of cases in which he allowed the mothers of children previously based in the UK to emigrate to New Zealand, Australia and South Africa resulting in the loss of contact between the children and their fathers. Presumably because children belong to their mothers and fathers who have been on the scene for years aren’t that important.

Thorpe was appointed in 2010 to head a working party of the GMC to ‘consider and offer advice to doctors on matters relating to child protection’. I’m sure that the GMC and Thorpe got on famously. In 2010, I sent numerous e mails to the GMC with regard to the escalating campaign of harassment against me and the criminality on the part of Top Docs in north Wales. I sent my e mails to the CEO Niall Dickson and the Chairman Sir Peter Rubin. Very few of them were even acknowledged, none of them received an appropriate reply and the threats and wrongful arrests in my direction continued. I still haven’t worked out how even the GMC managed to ignore what was happening to me, it was quite spectacular and going on against a backdrop of screaming media headlines with regard to the serious failure of the NHS in north Wales and rocketing compensation claims from patients who had been treated dreadfully. There were of course all the deaths as well, but why would the GMC worry their pretty little heads about that?

Marilyn Dickson:

The gorgeous pouting Marilyn Forbes Ross Dickson (born 5 November 1953) was CEO and Registrar of the GMC, Jan 2010-2016. Since February 2017, he has been the Chief Executive of the NHS Confederation. Marilyn was the Chair-elect of the International Association of Medical Regulatory Authorities (IAMRA), 2012-14 – the problems hadn’t got any better by then, it was guns at dawn – and the Chair, 2014-16.

Marilyn was born in Scotland and educated at Glasgow Academy, Edinburgh Academy and then studied at Edinburgh University. He is the brother of Alastair Dickson, founder of the Scottish law firm Dickson Minto.

Marilyn was the Editor of the ‘Nursing Times’, 1983-88 and has also Edited a therapy journal. He worked at the BBC for 15 years, joining as health correspondent in 1988 and progressing to the position of Social Affairs Editor for BBC News, 1995-2003, which covered the years of the Jillings Report and then the Waterhouse Inquiry. As well as the presence of this man at the BBC and in the NHS:

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As Social Affairs Editor, Marilyn Dickson was responsible for around 80 journalists and his producer was Laura Kuenssberg. I’m quite a fan of Laura’s, but she certainly slipped up pandering to that corrupt old fart. Marilyn was Chief Executive of the King’s Fund, 2004-09.

Marilyn Dickson was appointed CBE in the 2017 Birthday Honours for services to patient safety.

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Zsa Zsa Rubin:

Professor Sir Zsa Zsa Charles Rubin (born 21 November 1948) was the Chair of the GMC, 2009-2014. Zsa Zsa has been a consultant physician and Professor of Therapeutics at Nottingham University since 1987, so he knew about the massive fraud at the CRC Laboratories in Nottingham University perpetrated over years by Prof Robert Baldwin. See post ‘Oh Lordy! It’s CRC UK’.

I mentioned in previous posts and comments that I could not remember the name of the US drug company with which Robert Baldwin was perpetrating his research fraud; Brown remembered it though, he’s told me that it was Zoma. There is a pharmaceutical company called Zoma registered in Canada, but I’m fairly sure that it is a different one, it seems to be a relatively new company. Baldwin was faking research with the US Zoma back in 1987 and I think that he’d been involved with them for quite some time by then. If anyone has any info about that Zoma, I’d be interested to hear it. I suspect that it will have merged or been taken over by another company, it’s what happens to drug companies.

A number of people working in Baldwin’s lab were married to Top Docs in the Queen’s Medical Centre at Nottingham, one being a paediatrician. They all knew about Baldwin’s faked research, so Zsa Zsa definitely will have heard about it.

Zsa Zsa has an interest in medical problems that may occur in pregnancy and he knew about the fuckwittery on the part of the social work academics at Nottingham University who spent their careers concealing organised abuse (see post ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’), as well as Dafydd’s pal Ann Craft who rocked up at Nottingham University and enjoyed an academic career there after empowering learning disabled people banged up in Bryn-y-Neuadd to explore their sexual needs with Dafydd’s gang, while her husband Dr Michael Craft carried out research into incest on Anglesey with Dafydd (see post ‘The Old Devils’). One can hardly be surprised that Zsa Zsa therefore failed to notice the Satanic Panic in Nottingham. See previous posts.

Zsa Zsa served as Chairman of several MRC committees investigating drug research in pregnancy. Anyone for Top Docs who keep schtum about Baldwin and Zoma? Zsa Zsa Rubin Chaired a number of committees devoted to education, such as the GMC’s Education Committee, 2005-08 and the Postgraduate Medical Education and Training Board (PMETB) in the same years. So Sir John Ellis and Prof Clifford Wilson were given the remit for Postgrad Medical Education and oversaw the embryonic organised abuse in London blossom into an international trafficking ring ripe for Dafydd to exploit when he was a young Top Doc (see post ‘A Charming, Uplifting Sound…’) and at the end of Dafydd’s life of crime, Zsa Zsa was there to prepare the ground for future generations and oversaw the fuckwittery that was the Clinical School at Bangor University, staffed by the Heirs To Dafydd. The manure is well-embedded now and will ensure that many more millions are pissed down the drain as the Top Docs scream for more and more when clinical outcomes remain stubbornly dreadful and the suicide rate refuses to drop.

Zsa Zsa served as a Board member of HEFCE, 2003-09 and Co-chaired one of their committees that recommended the establishment of a new dental school in the South West of the UK.

Zsa Zsa was the Dean of the Faculty of Medicine and Health Sciences at the University of Nottingham, 1997-03, spanning the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry, the publication of the Waterhouse Report and the aftermath. During his time as Dean, Zsa Zsa helped to develop both the University’s Graduate Entry Medical School, which opened in 2004 and the School of Veterinary Medicine and Science, which opened in 2006.

Zsa Zsa Rubin was knighted for services to medicine in the 2010 Queen’s Birthday Honours. The year that Zsa Zsa and Marilyn simply ignored all those e mails from me providing details of the constant harassment, threats, wrongful arrests and unlawful denial of healthcare under all circumstances that I was encountering at the hands of the NHS in north Wales. Jimmy Savile abuse scandal: judge-led inquiry would be ...

Earlier posts mentioned a girl from Somerset with whom I went to school and did A levels, Ruth Moore, who went into nursing after A levels and a few years ago was working at a very senior level in nursing in Nottingham. I was told that Ruth was one of the lucky winners who was offered a nice NHS deal after she found out what was happening to me at the hands of the gang. It wouldn’t have been difficult for Ruth to work it out, her parents lived in the same village as Brown’s mum and went to the same church and Ruth and I wrote to each other a few times after we left Bridgwater. The last time that I wrote to Ruth was in about 1991 after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was back in Bethesda. Ruth trained at either Great Ormond Street or Hammersmith, I can’t remember which and she worked at both of those hospitals. She will have known about Savile and quite a lot more besides and maybe about me from those institutions as well.

I have mentioned many people who did favours for the gang or who’s children did but who nonetheless pegged out at the hands of the Top Docs when they should not have. Before Brown’s mum herself was found suddenly and unexpectedly dead in 2005, I remember her telling me about Ruth’s dad, George Moore, being very ill and subsequently dying and how a lot of people in Stogursey formed the view that the Top Docs hadn’t quite done all that they should have for George Moore.

Never mind Ruth, at least you bagged that senior management role in neonatal care in Nottingham!

In 1991 Ruth had a little boy called Samuel. He’d be grown up now. I’d keep a close eye on him if I were you Ruth and if he ever needs medical care for a serious condition, do him a favour and tell him to go abroad, I certainly wouldn’t entrust him to your own colleagues.

They don’t get it do they, they really really don’t get it…

It wasn’t about them ONLY coming after me Ruth, it was an international trafficking and drug distribution gang, I was not their only target…

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Issy’s pal Mathew Thorpe was disqualified from driving and then, in January 2012, was reprimanded by the Lord Chancellor and Lord Chief Justice, both for receiving the ban and for failing to adhere to the guidance regarding the reporting of traffic offences.

One of the many online biographies for Mathew Thorpe provides further info:

…A mixed practice until taking Silk in 1980, thereafter specialising in family law. Counsel to the Cleveland Inquiry 1987.
Better and better. Mathew Thorpe was a pal of those we know and love, who as a judge was happy to take orders from Issy, one of those responsible for the Cleveland Scandal, to which Mathew Thorpe was then appointed Counsel. Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss – a member of Inner Temple along with Mathew – who’s brother Michael Havers as Attorney General was known to have blocked the prosecution of VIP paedophiles, ensured that no-one realised the extent of the horror in the North East under the yoke of Issy et al. Butler-Sloss provided a tribute for Issy’s website along with Mathew Thorpe.
Mathew Thorpe was/is also:
Chair of : President’s International Committee, President’s interdisciplinary Committee, President’s Ancillary Relief Advisory group, the National Interdisciplinary Forum, The Interdisciplinary Education & Training Committee and Parentline Plus.
  • President of: Mediation in Divorce.
  • Governor of: Thomas Coram Foundation.
  • Trustee of: St Saviour’s Priory

The Thomas Coram Foundation is a children’s charidee with a magnetic attraction for people associated with Dafydd and his wider circle. See previous posts.

 

The journal Family Law Week published an interview with Justice Thrope:

Lord Justice Thorpe talks to David Chaplin, Publisher of Family Law Week, about his work as head of International Family Law and his thoughts on reform of the Matrimonial Causes Act.

picture of thorpe lj

I recently had the pleasure of meeting with Lord Justice Thorpe, the Head of International Family Law… International work now occupies at least half his judicial time so there was a lot of ground to cover and the recurrent theme was that these issues will continue to have an impact on domestic family law.

…While he thought that harmonisation is probably attainable among the Continental European countries, the outlying island jurisdictions, such as England and Ireland with common law heritage, would find it difficult to integrate. He is also concerned that the proposals could bind the UK to apply the laws of states who have a vastly differing concept of marriage and divorce and could even result in the application of Saudi Arabian law… We moved on to discuss immigration generally, and migrations such as the recent influx of Polish workers: did he think this will have an impact on the domestic courts in the next few years? Interestingly, his view was that many Poles send their money home and that the family unit, while divided geographically, remains tightly united. Consequently, there might not be quite the impact that many would imagine…The one caveat though is that we have yet to see what effects such population moves will have on return cases under the Hague Convention…

 the “rush to court” syndrome often raised when discussing transnational divorce. It was his firm view that the fears of the “rush to court”…has not really emerged. The super rich who take sophisticated advice from the most well paid lawyers may well seek tactical advantage but overall the idea was overplayed…

He then raised the current Green Paper on harmonisation of marital property…Although a formal response had been issued by the Government it was only along the lines of “a substantive response is to follow”; to date no such substantive response has been submitted… he felt that it had stalled primarily because of a difference of opinion between specialist family and the private international property and trust lawyers. Family lawyers are generally much more apprehensive about changes to the existing regime while the property lawyers are much more amenable to the idea of the marriage as a contract and so can adapt to the continental attitudes to property more easily.

In all these issues he was keen to make the point that the English family justice system must remain positive about moves to harmonise matrimonial regimes in the EU. There are real problems with imposing English outcomes on couples who have only a slender connection with England. The increasingly common example he used was where an executive working for, say, the Societe Generale is posted to England for two years and his wife seeks a divorce after 12 months of residence…

At this point I could not resist straying from my original brief of international family law to ask about his thoughts on reform of the Matrimonial Causes Act [1973]; should any possible reform take account of the EU proposals on applicable law and matrimonial property? As we all probably know, Lord Justice Thorpe has been vocal in advocating reform of the MCA. He reiterated his preference for a move to a community approach to matrimonial property, with an accompanying move to make other contracts, such as pre-nuptial agreements, enforceable. In that way the default position would be the community of property regime but couples would be able to opt for alternative arrangements by signing a pre-nup or other type of contract. The, perhaps intended, side effect of reform along these lines would be that adoption of any EU harmonisation proposals would become much easier.

Yet, he added, any proposed reform of the MCA has been dropped “like a hot brick” by the Government despite their well publicised intention to tackle the issue way back in 1998. The Money and Property Committee of the Family Justice Council have raised the matter with the Law Commission, who were due to discuss it at a Commissioners meeting in October 2007. Given the silence since then, Lord Justice Thorpe felt there was no reason to suppose that it has been adopted as part of their programme. He also agreed that any reform of the MCA should reflect some of the proposals for reform of cohabitation regime…

We then turned to the wider ambit of his role as the Head of International Family Law. This work now takes up at least 50% of his time and is his most important function. He went on to highlight some of the forthcoming initiatives that he hopes to see bear fruit in the next two or three years. A key role is completing and consolidating the work of the European Judicial Network. The European Commission and Permanent Bureau are jointly convening a conference to start the work of strengthening ties and increasing the resources of judges worldwide….

In June this year the EJN members… Each member state has been asked to table items for discussion and among those submitted by Lord Justice Thorpe are a reconsideration of whether the 6 week timetable is realistic, whether there is a need to hear the child in every case; the use of case management protocols; and what paperwork and documentation should be necessary, and what needs to be transcribed and translated, when a refusal to return is made. He also expects detailed discussion of the public law aspects of Article 55 as these are causing some problems…

Outside of Europe, Lord Justice Thorpe is involved in a diverse range of initiatives and he described some of the more significant future events. In South Africa he is involved in training a panel of nominated Hague case judges to improve the quality of case management there. Another significant development is that India is expected to pass legislation by the end of 2008 introducing the Hague Convention into domestic law. This is a major responsibility for the English legal professions and India will look to English judges and lawyers to help implement the novel concepts introduced. The vastness and diversity of India makes that task all the more challenging. He also pointed out that there are over 25 million Indians resident around the world so the size of the change is huge. Although abduction cases are currently handled by wardship, this is a major change for international family law. Similar bridge building exercises are also under way with Pakistan and, through the Malta Conference, the Islamic world in general.

…before I left he did highlight another important event coming up. This year will see an inaugural International Family Law Lecture, jointly funded by the FLBA and Resolution. Watch this space for more but in the meantime let us all hope that Lord Justice Thorpe continues to fly the flag for the English family justice system as it adapts to the changes posed by international family law.

Good to know that a High Court judge who took orders from Dafydd’s mate Issy while Dafydd and Issy facilitated an international trafficking ring ended up with responsibility for Family Law on an international basis. Dafydd must have been ordering champagne by the crate with Mathew presiding over judgements affecting Europe, Saudi and South Africa…

The Lord Chancellor is responsible for many judicial appointments, although some are appointed by other routes eg. directly by the PM. Mathew Thorpe’s rise will have been at least partially assisted by some old favourites of this blog eg. dear old Lord James MacKay of Clashfern, who OK’d Thorpe’s appointment to the High Court after his loyal service at the Cleveland Inquiry. Lord MacKay has been responsible for many things, including the launching of the stellar career of the dreadful Baroness Patricia Scotland, one of the lawyers who insulted the victims of Dafydd’s gang at the Waterhouse Inquiry (Patsy being the QC who represented the Welsh Office no less) and concealing the dreadful misconduct of the violent sex offender Sir Nicholas Fairbairn, when MacKay was Fairbairn’s boss in Fairbairn’s capacity as Solicitor General for Scotland.

MacKay is a strict Scottish Presbytarian who observes the Sabbath but then Esther is a child abuse campaigner and she had an affair with Fairbairn, at least MacKay didn’t go that far. As far as we know… See previous posts for info on Patsy, MacKay, Nicky Fairbairn’s, Nicky’s Top Doc analyst dad Ronald Fairbairn and of course Esther.

Derry Irvine must have given Mathew Thorpe a helping hand as well when Derry was Lord Chancellor.

With Mathew the Top Man responsible for the International Family Law bit, no wonder Dafydd’s old partner in crime from Gwynedd Dr D.G.E. Wood has set up a ‘GPs surgery’ in Cyprus; Wood facilitated a sex abuse ring when he was in downtown Bangor, he won’t have gone to Cyprus just to play golf and lie on the beach.

Here’s Derry, after splashing out all that taxpayers’ money on the expensive wallpaper:

International Family Law marked Lord Justice Thorpe’s retirement in July 2013:

Sir Mathew Thorpe

This month the Rt Hon Lord Justice Thorpe retires from the judiciary, the Court of Appeal and particularly as Head of International Family Justice for England and Wales, a post he has held since 2005.

To mark the tremendous stature and recognition Sir Mathew  has brought to  the post, Jordan Publishing and the editors of International Family Law, of which he is Consultant Editor, decided to produce a Special Issue in his honour with contributions from over 30 leading members of the international judiciary and academic life including the Lord Chief Justice and Baroness Butler-Sloss.

The Special Issue, signed by all the contributors, was presented to a surprised but very appreciative Sir Mathew (pictured) at an international judicial network conference which he was hosting in Windsor on 19 July. Copies of the Special Issue were given to all those attending the conference and Sir Mathew, in turn, kindly wrote a personal message in each of the delegates’ copies…

Sir Mathew is will continue in his role as Consultant Editor to International Family Law.

 

Mathew Thorpe experienced a family tragedy in May 2008 which was reported in the Torygraph:

The son of one of Britain’s most eminent judges has died after reportedly falling from a railway bridge in Sicily.

Gervase Thorpe, 40, eldest son of Sir Mathew Thorpe, a Lord Justice of Appeal, was found with a broken neck two days after police had taken him to a local hospital in Catatania to sober up. The troubled heir had been on holiday with his partner Alexis and his young family – daughters aged six months and 18 months and a son aged three -in a substantial effort to overcome his drinking problem.

His mother, Lady Thorpe said: “He was a very charming, very nice and a very kind person. He fell from a wall and it was an accident. Until last week, he hadn’t drunk for two months and was trying hard to stay off it. He was very happy with Alexis and his children.”

Despite his privileged background and Eton education, Thorpe frequently found himself in trouble and acquired a series of convictions for drink, drugs and petty theft. In 2000, after a family party, he was jailed for four months for drink driving, his second conviction.

While his younger siblings pursued careers as a barrister and solicitor respectively, a family friend commented that Gervase, ‘did precious little in life. He dealt sometimes in old furniture.’ Aside his colourful past, Mr Thorpe had found happiness with his partner Alexis, a yoga teacher and the mother of his three young children.

Sir Mathew has given judgement in some of the most significant family cases in recent years. He is widely considered to be one of the country’s experts on divorce, parenting and the breakdown of marriage.

So Mathew Thorpe’s son had the sort of criminal record that was used as an excuse to ignore all the complaints made by the former kids in care or psych patients about the gangster contacts of his father’s who had targeted them. Many of them were also found dead in questionable circumstances but there wasn’t a wife of a Lord Justice on hand to comment on their kind nature and their wife’s fondness for yoga. They weren’t usually found dead in Sicily either, only the UK.

In the year that Mathew Thorpe’s son was found dead on the territory of the Mafia, my own case was with a clinical negligence lawyer – the lady who later scarpered after guns were waved about – and we were in discussion re the possibility of taking the case to Europe if need be. Merfyn’s wife died in the same year after being on the receiving end of all that excellence from Dafydd’s colleagues. The CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, Martin Jones, was reaching new levels in terms of threatening me, having me wrongfully arrested, etc. None of it was ever investigated.

 

Now for another Judge With A Reputation, but a Reputation that endears him to the liberal left, a Reputation that may not be deserved. Harry Kenneth Woolf, Baron Woolf (born 2 May 1933) was Master of the Rolls, 1996-2000, which covered the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry and the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Woolf subsequently served as Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales, 2000-2005, which covered the years of the conspiracy on the part of the gang and their mate Huw Daniel to frame and imprison me for threats to kill.

The Constitutional Reform Act 2005 made Woolf the first Lord Chief Justice to be President of the Courts of England and Wales. He was a Non-Permanent Judge of the Court of Final Appeal of Hong Kong, 2003-2012. Henry Woolf now sits in the Lords as a crossbencher.

Woolf was born in Newcastle-upon-Tyne on 2 May 1933, to Alexander Susman Woolf and his wife Leah. His grandfather Harry was a naturalised Briton of Polish and Russian Jewish origins. Woolf’s father had been a fine art dealer, but was persuaded to run his own building business instead by his wife. This suggests that Woolf’s father was very probably involved in the civic corruption in the North East which encompassed huge swathes of England by the 1960s as part of the empire created by T. Dan Smith, John Poulson, Andy Cunningham and also had tentacles that reached as far as Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. See eg. ‘Error of Judgement?’. The empire of crime was built upon corrupt deals between building companies, local authorities, Civil Service mandarins, Gov’t Ministers, planning depts, architects and people traffickers. Although Smith, Poulson and Cunningham did serve prison sentences and the investigation brought an end to the career of Heath’s Home Secretary Reginald Maudling, the depth and extent of the crime was never revealed because of the close links to the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Anything touching on that was left undisturbed, which meant most of it. Sodom and Gomorrah was coated with extra thick armour plating as a result of Andy Cunningham being the Chairman of Durham Police Authority and the dad of Jack, a Labour MP who once was touted as a future Leader of the Party. See previous posts.

Woolf lived in Newcastle-upon-Tyne until he was about five years old, when his family moved to Glasgow and he then went to Fettes College in Edinburgh, where he ‘mostly enjoyed his time and had supportive friends’.  Miranda went to Fettes, as did Miranda’s brother the High Court judge Sir William Blair. Woolf is a lot older than Miranda and Bill Blair, but it’s the network which is the important thing… It is said that Woolf ‘formed much of his sense of justice and fairness from his experiences at Fettes College’. That must have been what influenced Miranda to lie to Parliament.

When at school Woolf expressed an interest in becoming a barrister, Woolf’s housemaster told him that he would not be suited to a career at the Bar because he had a stutter. We are told that ‘this only made Woolf more determined’. Woolf gained a place at Cambridge, but studied law at UCL as a consequence of his parents’ move to London at about that time. By the time Woolf was a student at UCL, the Top Docs there were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Some of the most influential Top Docs in the UK, including Lord Max Rosenheim, were based at UCL/UCH or trained there and became involved with the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See previous posts. Loyalties between UCL-trained lawyers like Woolf and the Top Docs of that institution will have been useful.

Woolf began working as a barrister in the mid-1950s and started working on the Oxford Circuit. The elite ring in Oxfordshire and the associated abuse of kids in care and psych patients was concealed by Top Docs, the NHS governance structures and at Gov’t level, particularly by Richard Crossman and his friends. Richard Crossman had a long association with Oxfordshire as an Oxford student, then don, then Councillor and a resident of the county. Dame Rosemary Rue was a Top Doc who passed through UCH/UCL and encountered so many difficulties as a young doctor that one can only conclude that there was a very unpleasant conspiracy to stop her career. Rosemary found herself almost unemployable and in desperation took up a bum job at Cowley Road Hospital in Oxford, which was the site of serious abuse of patients whom I suspect may well have been witnesses to organised abuse/crime. Once Rosemary had worked at Cowley Road, nothing held her back, Rosemary went from strength to strength, didn’t hang about looking after patients but went into NHS senior management and at the end of her career found herself not only Dame Rosemary but a Breaker Of Glass Ceilings, being one of the few women at the very top of a Regional Health Authority after Ken Clarke’s introduction of a management structure which Ken hoped would tame the Top Docs. Of course it didn’t, as Dame Rosemary bagging that job demonstrated, they still blackmailed a corrupt old fool like Ken. See post ‘Uncle Harry’s Friends…’

Oxford University, the area’s magistrates, lawyers and others in the criminal justice system colluded with the organised abuse in Oxfordshire, as of course did the Social Services. Senior social worker Barbara Kahan and her husband child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan were particularly effective in colluding with the criminality and Babs found herself rewarded with a job as children’s social worker adviser to Keith Joseph, Heath’s Secretary of State for the DHSS and Babs remained as the Gov’t adviser for many years, in addition to making herself useful on committees, Inquiries, in social work education, at the NCB (National Children’s Bureau) and cheerfully worked with social work academic and paedophile Peter Righton. See post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.

Woolf became junior Counsel to the Inland Revenue (Common Law), 1973–74 and was first junior Treasury Counsel (Common Law), 1974–79. In 1979, Woolf was appointed as a Queen’s Bench Division High Court judge.

Woolf was promoted to Lord Justice of Appeal and became a member of the Privy Council in 1986, the year in which Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, was jailed for child porn offences. Ollie was a key member of a pan-European paedophile ring and was released early on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in 1987. See post ‘Oliver!’.

The Court and the general public were never made aware that Ollie was the centre of a massive trafficking organisation rather than a sad old bugger with a few naughty pics; the police were fully aware of the seriousness of the situation but there was very obviously strings pulled at the highest level to ensure that Ollie didn’t suffer too much. Numerous of Ollie’s Top Doc colleagues were part of the same ring, particularly at St George’s and business continued while Ollie was inside. When Ollie was released he continued publishing with them and gave his affiliation as St George’s, although the staff of that institution – of which I was by then one  – were told that Ollie had long departed. See post ‘Too Many Pills’.

Dafydd had me wrongfully arrested and unlawfully imprisoned 2-3 days before Ollie was imprisoned. See post ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’

Lord Justice Woolf was appointed to hold a five month Public Inquiry with HM Inspector of Prisons, Judge Stephen Tumim, into the 1990 riots at HMP Strangeways and other prisons. Woolf’s Inquiry sent letters to every prisoner and prison officer in the country. The Woolf Report, quoting many of the 1700 replies, was published on 25 February 1991 and blamed the loss of control of  Strangeways on the prison officers abandoning the gates outside of the chapel, which “effectively handed the prison to the prisoners”. More fundamentally, however, Woolf blamed the “intolerable” conditions inside Strangeways in the months leading up to the riots and a “combination of errors” by the prison staff and Prison Service management as a central contributing factor. Finally, Woolf blamed the failure of successive governments to “provide the resources to the Prison Service which were needed to enable the Service to provide for an increased prison population in a humane manner”. Woolf recommended major reform of the Prison Service and made 12 key recommendations with 204 accompanying proposals.

It was this sort of thing that resulted in Woolf – as well as Tumim – gaining reputations as fair minded liberal reformers who were not afraid to talk frankly about the dreadful state of Britain’s prisons. This was not true; Woolf and Tumim both concealed the en masse abuse of kids in care and vulnerable adults as well as the serious crime associated with it. See previous posts for details re Stephen Tumim. The 1990 prison riots had been preceded by the 1989 riots at Risley Remand Centre, which then spread to other prisons.

Michael Mansfield was deeply involved with the fall-out from the Risley riots and subsequently represented some of the rioters when they were prosecuted for their part in the riots. Mansfield talked and wrote about the disgraceful conditions at Risley and the violence towards the inmates from the staff but he ignored the biggest outrage: the prisoners in the ‘hospital wing’ who were nearly all kids in care or other targets of Dafydd’s gang who had been fitted up. There were constant deaths in the hospital wing at Risley, usually by hanging, but from what Patient F told me re his time there, at least some of those suicides were probably murders committed by the staff. Despite the euphemistic title of ‘hospital wing’ there was no treatment available there except for huge doses of anti-psychotics and a visiting pox doctor. The situation with regard to children in care being held in Risley was so shameful that the Home Office refused to release statistics relating to ‘prisoners’ under 15 years old there, some of whom had died. These were not hardened adult criminals as might be assumed by the use of the word ‘prisoner’, they were, literally, children who were the victims of a paedophile gang run by people in professional jobs. See post ‘Include Me Out’.

The prisoners to whom Michael Mansfield gave such a sympathetic hearing were not the kids in care or other victims of Dafydd’s gang; they were the ‘real’ criminals who terrorised the kids in care and psych patients, I was told about this at first hand. ‘There were murderers there, I was terrified’. Michael Mansfield and indeed no-one else said a word about those languishing on the ‘hospital wing’ in Risley.

Risley was run as the gang’s personal prison; there was a very chummy relationship between Dafydd and the authorities at Risley. Documentation was forged both within Risley and at Home Office level and Risley staff and managers were fully aware that inmates had been framed by the gang. Visitors who raised concerns about the brutality inflicted upon the inmates were threatened themselves and all laws were flouted. See previous posts.

Woolf subsequently became Patron of the Rehabilitation for Addicted Prisoners Trust and an Ambassador for the Prison Advice and Care Trust. Yet another safe pair of hands to reassure everyone that a Nice Man was now overseeing what had become a national embarrassment.

Woolf was appointed a Law Lord on 1 October 1992, mid way through the North Wales Police investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Woolf became a Law Lord after a number of attempts by the gang to have me imprisoned after perjuring themselves in the High Court throughout 1990 and 1991. The perjury was on such a scale and so obvious that case after case collapsed. No-one asked any questions and a few weeks later I would be arrested once more… See eg. ‘The Bitterest Pill’.

Woolf was promoted to the Master of the Rolls on 4 June 1996, just after William Hague announced that there would be a Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. In 1998, during the Waterhouse Inquiry, Woolf served as the Head of the Committee that modernised civil procedure. The Civil Procedure Rules 1998 are a direct result of this work.

On 6 June 2000, five months after the publication of the Waterhouse Report, Henry Woolf succeeded Lord Thomas Bingham as Lord Chief Justice. Thomas Bingham had a track record as good as any in terms of links with Dafydd and the gang and Bingham was good enough to live in Wales himself, in Powys. See previous posts.

As Lord Chief Justice, Woolf spoke out at Cambridge University in 2004 against the Constitutional Reform Bill that would create a Supreme Court of the UK to replace the Lords as the final Court of Appeal in the UK and he severely questioned the Lord Chancellor’s and the Govt’s handling of recent constitutional reforms. Woolf delayed his retirement as Lord Chief Justice until these issues had been resolved. The issues were clearly resolved to the satisfaction of Dafydd and the gang and the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring as business continued as normal, although in the year that Woolf Spoke Out, that case brought against me for threatening to kill collapsed… Just as well that as ever there was no investigation into the perjury of at least eight NHS staff and a police officer, as well as Judge Huw Daniel breaching the law in open court…

In 2003 Woolf was appointed a Non-Permanent Judge of the Court of Final Appeal of Hong Kong, which position he held until 2012.

On his retirement as Lord Chief Justice on 1 October 2005, Woolf joined Blackstone Chambers as a mediator and arbitrator. See previous posts for info on those in Blackstone Chambers. Blackstone Chambers is all liberal and caring and concerns itself with Human Rights work. That is why Cherie and Miranda’s mate Michael Beloff QC – who also used to share a Chambers with Cherie – is based there. Beloff was the legal adviser to the insurers of Clwyd County Council and it was he who ensured that the Jillings Report of 1996 reporting on the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was made available to no-one – not even the Councillors – but insurers and lawyers and was subsequently pulped. Beloff ensured that his order to suppress that Report was followed by telling the insurers to withdraw the Council’s insurance cover if the Council made the Report available, which would have made Councillors personally liable for paying the former kids in care compensation if they sued for damages. See post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’

As a belt and braces approach, Clwyd County Council disappeared as a result of a local gov’t reorganisation not long after the Jillings Report was completed.

The insurers of Clwyd County Council, Municipal Mutual, were also the insurers of the North Wales Police. When Beloff dispensed his pearls, one of the Directors of Municipal Mutual was Merlyn Rees, the former Labour Home Secretary and N Ireland Secretary who had when in office concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd’s gang’s crimes. Merlyn originated in south Wales and subsequently became a Labour MP for a Leeds constituency, at Jimmy Savile Central. See previous posts.

Michael Beloff’s dad was Lord Max Beloff, a friend of Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council while the gang ran riot in north Wales. Children and staff were exchanged between Gwynedd and Clwyd. Ioan was the direct boss of Lucille Hughes, Dafydd’s mistress who doubled up as Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Staff at both Bangor University and the Normal College served as Gwynedd County Councillors. See eg. ‘Meet The Gwerin!’ and ‘Thought For the Day’. See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ for info on Ioan, Lucille and their colleagues. Lord Max was one of the movers and shakers behind the University of Buckingham, Thatch’s dream of a private university, of which Thatch later became Chancellor. A number of friends and relations of Lord Max bagged academic posts at the University of Buckingham. Max’s sister – Michael’s aunt – Norah Beloff was a journo who worked for Reuters and for ‘The Observer’. After a number of years, Norah fell out with Donald Trelford and left ‘The Observer’, but the gang had it all covered because Norah’s husband worked at ‘The Observer’ as well. See previous posts.

Harold Wilson tried to have Norah sacked from ‘The Observer’ because of her hostility to him and the Labour Party, but he never managed it. Harold should have written Norah a thank you note rather than demanding her dismissal because Norah’s brother being mates with one of the principal facilitators of organised abuse in Wales saved a lot of people’s skins and guaranteed a useful stream of dishonest media reports about the miracles being performed by the NHS in north Wales, at Bangor University, etc.

  • Here’s Michael Beloff in casual dress:

Shortly after the Jillings Report was completed, Patient F and I were arrested on the basis of the perjury of Bridget Lloyd, an Angel employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Tony Francis prepared a Report for the Court for when we were found guilty weeks before the trial, which recommended that I should be banged up in a secure psychiatric unit what with me being so dangerous. We eventually stood trial in Jan 1997 and were acquitted by Caernarfon Magistrates Court. Of course there was no apology let alone an investigation. Documents in my possession demonstrate a truly impressive conspiracy with Lloyd being fully aware that she had lied her arse off to the police about the content of a phone call made to one of her colleagues by F and how much hard work the CPS put in to ensure that I was charged as well as F, although I hadn’t made the phone call. I was in the house when F made the phone call, so we were charged with joint venture. See previous posts…

Then there was the matter of F being denied essential medication when we were in police custody, being threatened and provoked by the custody Sgt, oh I can’t be bothered, it’s all in previous posts and comments, including the idiocy of the mental health services demanding that we be arrested and then the police calling mental health professional to ‘assess’ us in custody to ensure that we were fit to be charged, what with us being Nutters and Needing Care. We finally got out of Caernarfon Police Station too late to get the bus back to Bethesda, so we hitch hiked home. I don’t know why Dafydd didn’t turn up in his gold Range Rover, give us a lift, murder us and throw our dead bodies out onto the A5 wrapped up in carpet, it’s not as if anyone would have ever investigated.

Suicide Sarge. Definitely.

 

From September to December 2005, Lord Woolf conducted a review of the working methods of the European Court of Human Rights. In 2005 my lawyers finally obtained my medical records, but not before Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, was summoned before a High Court judge in Cardiff and threatened with imprisonment if he didn’t stop illegally withholding them. Even back then, my lawyer raised the possibility that we might have to take my case to Europe.

A Woolf in Human Rights Clothes:

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Woolf is Chairman of the Bank of England Financial Markets Law Committee.

Among other work, Woolf has served as Chancellor of the Open University of Israel since 2004. He is Chairman of the Institute of Advanced Legal Studies, Chairman of the Council of UCL and a visiting Professor of Law. Over the past few years, UCL has established a cosy relationship with the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Prof Sarah-Jayne Blakemore of UCL has undertaken collaborative work with Prof Mark Williams (see post ‘They Are Myriad, They Are Legion’), who perpetrated the research fraud which is Mindfulness when Williams worked with Dafydd’s gang in Bangor in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

Woolf is a member of the Lords Constitution Committee.

In 2006 Woolf was Chairman of the Judging Panel of the FIRST Responsible Capitalism Awards. Being a responsible capitalist, on 25 February 2007 Woolf was inaugurated as the first President of the Qatar Financial Centre Civil and Commercial Court, in Doha Qatar.

Responsible capitalism as promoted by Lord Woolf of Human Rights:

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On 15 June 2007, Lord Woolf, being a man with a sense of humour, took the Chair of an Ethics Committee set up by BAE Systems, the UK’s largest arms company, in response to allegations of multi-million pound bribery in arms deals with Saudi Arabia. This particular Woolf Committee reported in May 2008 and influenced the Law Commission report proposing anti-corruption and bribery law reforms on 20 November 2008 and the Government’s consequent Bribery Bill published on 25 March 2009, which was ultimately enacted as the Bribery Act.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

In 2007 Woolf was named as Co-chair, with Professor Kaufmann-Kohler, of the Commission on Settlement in International Arbitration, for the Centre for Effective Dispute Resolution for which Woolf also consults.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

From 29–31 May 2009, Woolf served with High Court Judge Sir William Blair – Miranda’s elder brother – as the Co-Convener of the inaugural Qatar Law Forum of Global Leaders in Law, held in Doha, Qatar. It’s the responsible capitalism again.

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Miranda’s brother Sir William James Lynton Blair (born 31 March 1950) is a retired judge. William specialises in domestic and international banking and finance law. Like Miranda, William was educated at the Choristers School in Durham and Fettes College. William studied Jurisprudence at Balliol, graduating in 1971. William was called to the Bar at Lincoln’s Inn in 1972. Lincoln’s Inn is certainly the place to be if one wants to conceal serious wrongdoing, other members include Miranda and Cherie and George Carman and dear old Lord Denning and his appalling vista were also members.

Denning was Master of the Rolls, 1962-82, so anyone who made it through the doors of Lincoln’s Inn during those years was guaranteed success, learning at the knee of the Master as innocent people were convicted of terrorist offences and had their appeals rejected not because Denning thought that they were guilty, but because if the convictions were overturned there would have to be an admission of such serious corruption that the legal system could not withstand it.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Here he is, listening in to my phone calls:

As an added bonus, Tom Denning’s brother Vice-Admiral Sir Norman Egbert Denning (19 November 1904 – 27 December 1979) was a Royal Naval and Intelligence Officer at the Admiralty and Defence Intelligence Staff who served as Director of Naval Planning, 1945-56, Director of Naval Intelligence, 1960-64 and Deputy Chief of Defence Staff for Intelligence, 1964-65. See previous posts for further info on Alfred aka Tom and Norman Denning.

Lord Louis Mountbatten, who moved in Norman Denning’s circle:

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It’s good to know that such resources were put to good use in terms of upholding national security.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

William Blair became a QC in 1994, the year after the Jillings Investigation was launched. 1994 was the year in which F and I met with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and told then that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that serious complaints about him were not being investigated. The Commission did write to Gwynedd Community Health Trust but they never received a response to our complaints. For weeks the Trust completely ignored the correspondence from the Mental Health Act Commission; when they did reply they sent the Commission a copy of a ‘care plan’ for us which was an odd response to the Commission. Care plans had not been discussed by us at any point.

Documents now in my possession show that by the time that the MHAC had written to the Trust, Dafydd, Tony Francis and Trust managers had corresponded with each other re the ‘danger’ that I presented to Dafydd. No evidence of the danger was supplied, but everyone agreed that I was planning to injure him, possibly seriously. At this time Dafydd wrote to his colleagues, as well as the MDU, explaining that a brick had been thrown through his glass door at home at about 3 am one night and it must have been me who did it because nobody else would have. By the time that Dafydd had written to his colleagues and the MDU, he had already held meetings with the North Wales Police, who assigned an officer to the case and noted that I had done this. I did not know about the brick or indeed the allegation that I had thrown it for quite some time, long after the MDU, the police and NHS staff had documented that I had thrown it.

I eventually found out about the accusation re the brick because an Angel had casually asked me two days after the alleged crime whether F and I had been at our place near Bethesda all weekend or whether we had hired a car to go out and about (which we occasionally did). I said no, we’d been in Rachub all weekend. I later found out that the Angel had immediately told them all that it could not have been me who threw the brick because I had no transport and was miles away from Dafydd’s house all weekend and Dafydd’s place was some two miles away from the nearest bus route anyway.

In spite of this, it remained documented that I had thrown the brick and in Nov 1994, Dafydd obtained an ex-parte injunction against me from Liverpool High Court of all places, on the grounds that I should be ordered to keep away from him because of my ‘harassment’ of Dafydd and the danger that I presented to him. The evidence in Dafydd’s affidavit did not relate to anything that I had done. He described how F had blown a raspberry down the phone at him and Dafydd also discussed his own anus in the affidavit. The only matter relating to me re crime was the brick that I had thrown through Dafydd’s door. Dafydd presented no evidence at all that I had done it; he simply stated that I had and that other people agreed that it had been me and that I was a danger to him but he couldn’t remember their names, although if he really wanted to find out who they were he could.

The only other matter relating to me in the affidavit was a piece of confidential medical information relating to me when I was 24 which was wholly irrelevant to the whole matter and constituted a breach of confidence. I subsequently made a complaint and the Gwynedd Community Health Trust at first failed to even investigate, although I received a letter from them telling me that they had investigated and had cleared Dafydd. I pressed the point and they then wrote to Dafydd who didn’t bother to reply. The Trust management then wrote to me and stated that because the breach of confidence had taken place in open court in Liverpool and I lived near Bethesda it was unlikely that anyone known to me had heard about it and thus it did not constitute a breach of confidence.

After I began this blog I was told that no-one threw a brick anyway, the brick was planted…

In true gang style, once Dafydd received that injunction it was used as yet another piece of evidence as to my dangerousness. As was the brick.

F and I met with the MHA Commissioners in the spring of 1994. They both told us and Jeff Crowther, the Nursing Officer who was ordered by the Trust managers to sit in on our meeting with them, that they had records of allegations that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients going back as far as the 1960s.

On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn, died from an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June 1994, the trial of Arnold’s long time friend and colleague Peter Howarth for sexually abusing boys in care in north Wales opened at Chester Crown Court. On 8 July 1994 Howarth was convicted and sentenced to 10 years.

On July 21 1994 Miranda became Leader of the Labour Party. John Smith had died on 12 May 1994, after Bart’s found that they could not revive him after a heart attack. The MHA Commission had initially written to the Trust about the complaint made by F and I in May 1994.

In 1994, Prof Eric Sunderland, a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend and the Principal of UCNW, announced that he was standing down. No-one knew why, Eric was in good health and lived another 20 years, continuing in public life and to be involved with UCNW. Sunderland was appointed Chairman of the Boundary Commission. Clwyd County Council disappeared in the autumn of 1996 as a result of a local gov’t reorganisation recommended by Sunderland et al. The Jillings investigation was underway when Eric stood down as Principal of UCNW.

Eric Sunderland grew up in Carmarthenshire but spent most of his academic career at Durham University before becoming Principal of UCNW in 1984. Eric’s wife was the daughter of a Durham family who I think owned coal mines. Miranda became the MP for a Durham constituency in 1983. In 1973 Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth relocated to Bryn Estyn from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead. The North East was the location of a big ring linked to Dafydd’s gang. Durham and Newcastle Universities concealed the ring in the North East.

The chummy relationship between Westminster and those facilitating the crime empire in the North East went back years. Richard Crossman made entries in his diary in Aug 1968 detailing his visit to Newcastle, where he mingled with the civil servants in the Ministry of Social Security – Newcastle held the whole of Britain’s Social Security records –  and then the NHS staff in the Newcastle hospitals. It is a sobering thought that the Ministry of Social Security’s main data base had been entrusted to Dafydd’s partners in crime, who routinely unlawfully accessed and shared confidential data in order to target victims.

While in Newcastle, Crossman had breakfast with Alderman Andy Cunningham, the Labour Party Regional Organiser and with the Chairman of the local Regional Executive. Four years after that breakfast with Crossman, Andy Cunningham went to prison after being convicted on corruption charges…

Bill Blair was appointed a Recorder in 1998, after Miranda had become PM, the year that Ronnie Waterhouse began writing his Report after the world had hurled insults at the former kids in care in north Wales who had given evidence of the beatings, gang rapes, bestiality etc in public during 1997. William Blair became a Deputy High Court Judge in 2003 and was in the same year admitted as a Barrister of the Eastern Caribbean Supreme Court in the Territory of the Virgin Islands. In 2003 I was on bail having been charged with threatening to kill and was awaiting for my trial which would be presided over by one of Bill Blair’s corrupt colleagues.

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My trial took place in 2004. The charges of threatening to kill were withdrawn on the first day of the trial and I was instead charged with the lowest category of Public Order Offence. Sentencing was adjourned and when I returned for that, the corrupt judge Huw Daniel made a number of allegations against me in Court which he knew to be untrue but which were nonetheless reported in the local press, re ‘victims’ of mine, those alleged ‘victims’ being the family members of a corrupt NHS manager whom I had never met or even communicated with in any way. Shortly after this, someone in Somerset who knew what had happened to me at the hands of the gang and who found himself very wealthy indeed after my war with the gang began escalating in the late 1980s/early 1990s (see eg. ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’) was acquitted of manslaughter at Bristol Crown Court. He was acquitted as a result of the Presiding judge, Lady Justice Heather Hallett, ordering the jury to acquit on a technicality, not because his actions had not led to a man’s death. See previous posts.

On 4 February 2008 it was announced that Lilibet had approved Bill Blair’s appointment as a High Court Judge. In 2016 he became Judge in Charge of the Commercial Court. William became a member of London’s Financial Markets Law Committee in 2008. In 2012, William Blair became President of the Board of Appeal of the European Supervisory Authorities.

Wiiliam Blair has been visiting Professor of Law at the LSE since 1994, as visiting Professor at the Centre for Commercial Law Studies, Queen Mary, University of London since 1999. William is also an Honorary Fellow of the Society for Advanced Legal Studies and an academic adviser to the Asian Institute of International Financial Law.

From 2001 to 2008 William Blair served, part-time, as a Chairman of the Financial Services and Markets Tribunal (Finsmat) and from 2003 to 2005 he was Chairman of the Commercial Bar Association (Combar). Sir William was also Chairman of the International Monetary Law Committee of the International Law Association (2004) and of the Qatar Financial Centre Appeals Body (2006).

William retired as a High Court Judge on 1 December 2017 to take up a position as Professor of Financial Law and Ethics at Queen Mary, University of London. In 2018, William was appointed to sit part-time as a Deputy Judge of the High Court of Hong Kong. 

Bill Blair is well known at the Bar as a leading QC in banking law, a field in which the top practitioners trouser £1m a year or more. His clients are a roll call of leading banks, UK and international and he advises financial services regulators abroad. Bill’s brother’s mate Silvio knows how to enjoy himself.

 

In 2018, Bill Blair’s mate Lord Henry Woolf was appointed the Head Justice of the Astana International Financial Centre Court in Astana, Kazakhstan. Miranda, Cherie and their friends are strangely drawn to totalitarian regimes, it must be their background in Human Rights.

It was Henry Woolf who presided over a 1983 case in the High Court which would have, had anyone really wanted to, exposed the trafficking of children in care across the UK, including the activities of Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. It was of course the judgement handed down by Woolf in the Gillick case (see previous posts for the details). Victoria Gillick, a mother of a big family who lived in East Anglia, had sought a ruling in law that her daughters who were under 16 would not be prescribed the contraceptive pill by Top Docs.

Mrs Gillick I suspect knew what Brown, me and others who had grown up in areas where trafficking rings were present knew; that in the name of ‘being sensible’, girls as young as 12 and 13 were being positively encouraged to take the contraceptive pill, not because they had a stable partner who actually cared about them, but because they were being coerced into sex with a range of unscrupulous men who didn’t want the evidence of a pregnancy left behind. Most of those girls were in local authority care. Top Docs undoubtedly knew that these were kids who were being exploited by their colleagues who ran the rings.

Mrs Gillick succeeded in causing an impressive furore, but as usual the thing that really needed saying was lost in the confusion as to whether she was a dreadful old harridan – and a Roman Catholic with it!! – who was exerting an iron rod over her adolescent daughters, or a sensible concerned mother. A great many people could have stood up at that point and said that Mrs Gillick’s daughters were not at risk here but all those kids in care most definitely were. No-one breathed a word. The voices of teenaged girls themselves were absent, although Mrs Gillick’s own daughters maintained an admirably robust defence of their mum and her values when they were pursued by tabloid journos as they were sun-bathing etc.

I suspect that there was a great deal of pressure within medicine for everyone to keep quiet in the face of Victoria Gillick. I was friends with a medical student at Cardiff at the time who knew what was going on re the abuse of kids and vulnerable people in Wales and was right behind Mrs Gillick’s campaign, but as the crap flew, my friend began to distance herself from the campaign and ended up being nearly as condemning of Mrs Gillick as most of her colleagues were.

Woolf’s judgement was delivered in the High Court on 26 July 1983, Gillick v West Norfolk & Wisbech AHA & DHSS [1983] 3 WLR (QBD) and it clarified the law under which doctors could prescribe contraception to minors. Woolf ruled that if the minor was ‘competent’, it was OK. If all Top Docs behaved as they should, the notion of a competent minor would be fine. Top Docs don’t behave as they should and Dafydd and similar say anything at all that suits their own purposes, even if it is a bare-faced lie and needs to be reinforced with forged documentation.

Mrs Gillick lived in Cambridgeshire but her case was brought against a Health Authority in Norfolk. Norfolk was the location of organised abuse which was given a considerable helping hand by Dafydd’s pal, Lord David Ennals, the Labour MP for Dover, 1964-70 and Norwich North, Feb 1974-83. See post ‘The Science Of Animal Behaviour’.

David Ennals’ brother Martin was the Secretary General of Amnesty International, 1968-80. One aspect of Lord Woolf’s life that was always used to reassure everyone of his impeccably liberal credentials and all round good bloke qualities was his membership of and support for Amnesty. But then Dafydd’s partner in crime John Tilley was a mate of Lord Scarman. See previous posts.

Ennals had served as a Minister in the DHSS under Dick Crossman, where Ennals had played a major role in concealing the abuse of psych patients and ensuring that Dafydd and Gwynne were allowed to do whatever they wanted. Ennals then served as Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1976-79, under Jim Callaghan. Jim Callaghan and his wife Audrey were both concealing organised abuse/the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Audrey used her position as Chairman of the Governors of Great Ormond Street Hospital and then as their leading fundraiser to do this.

It was Jim Callaghan who as Home Secretary gave Leo Abse, a member of the Westminster Paedophile Ring and good mate of George Thomas, everything Abse needed to prepare the legislation that became the Children Act 1974, which resulted in so many kids being handed over into the care of Dafydd’s gang and other linked gangs. Dafydd’s mates served as members of the relevant committee, as advisers to that committee and then Dr Death did the honours as soon as Harold Wilson was re-elected in 1974 and used his Private Member’s Bill to ensure that the Act ended up on the statute books as speedily as possible. See eg.’Cry, the Beloved Country’.

Ennals was Secretary of State for the DHSS when Dafydd and the gang unlawfully imprisoned Mary Wynch. Ennals spent years in various positions in MIND to provide added protection for Dafydd and Ennals was mates with Dafydd’s crazy pal from the Maudsley, Dr Jim Birley, who served as the President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists while facilitating abuse in Southwark. See previous posts. David Ennals was also friendly with senior figures in the local NHS in Norfolk.

David Ennals died on 17 June 1995 as part of the rush for the pearly gates in that year on the part of so many who could have named names eg. Viv Stanshall, Peter Cook, Bing Spear, Geraint Morgan QC and Sir Peter Morrison. See previous posts. Ennals died from pancreatic cancer, bechod, Ah the doctors they were wonderful and tried their best, but as so many of them are lying criminals and so are the coroners, who knew what the truth was. Lord Ennals was in the Golden Ring in the Sky before Ronnie began his Inquiry.

Throughout 1995, Gwynedd Community Health Trust continued to consult a number of lawyers as to whether they could possibly find yet more things to charge me with and began demanding that forensic psychiatrists give second opinions on me what with me being dangerous.

David Ennals’ son Sir Paul Martin Ennals is Chair of Haringey Local Safeguarding Children board (LSCB),

South Tyneside LSCB, Gateshead LSCB and Sunderland LSCB. Paul Ennals also Chairs the Safeguarding Adult Boards of Gateshead, South Tyneside and Sunderland. Ennals was previously Chief Executive of the NCB (National Children’s Bureau), a post he took up in 1998, having previously been Director of Education and Employment for the RNIB. Paul Ennals was Vice-Chairman of the Gov’t’s National Advisory Group on SEN, 1997-2001, Chairman of the Council for Disabled Children, 1993–1998 and founder Chairman of the Special Educational Consortium.

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In 2000 Paul Ennals Chaired an independent review of pre-schools and playgroups funded by the DfES. He Chaired the DfES/Dept of Health working group which produced the guidance on disabled children aged birth to three years Together from the Start in 2002 – the precursor to the Early Support Programme. Paul Ennals served on the Department of Health Strategy Group for the Children’s National Service Framework and Chaired the group which produced the core standards. In 2003 Ennals Chaired the Task Group making recommendations on children and young people for the Public Health White Paper.

Paul Ennals was Chairman of the Children Workforce Development Council, 2009-12. CWDC represented the interests of employers and employees working with children in early years, social care and related settings. Paul Ennals currently Chairs the Voluntary Organisations Network North East (VONNE), Fareshare Northeast and the Fulfilling Lives Strategic Board. Paul Ennals is Vice-Chair of Ways to Wellness.

Paul’s dad’s mate was a shining example of a Way to Wellness:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Paul Ennals was knighted in the 2009 Birthday Honours. The year after that Dafydd’s mates ensured that Merfyn’s wife didn’t survive in the face of the Ways to Wellness.

Victoria Gillick had also had doings with the local authorities in Cambridgeshire, which was host to an elite long-standing sex abuse ring which was afforded a great deal of protection by Cambridge University and the likes of Trumpers.

In March 1997 at Chester Crown Court, Keith Laverack, the former Director of Cambridgeshire Social Services, was sentenced to 18 years in prison for the sexual abuse of kids in care during the 1970s and 80s. The Presiding judge was none other than Huw Daniel, who steamed away commenting about Laverack’s ‘perverted lusts’ and after sentence was passed the No Nonsense Judge received a round of applause from those in the public gallery. At the same time, the No Nonsense Judge had ignored a police request not to lift a previous court order that the police had obtained preventing the naming in Court of a number of other men who had been charged with sex offences, on the grounds that naming them could jeopardise the ongoing police inquiry into a big paedophile ring. Daniel lifted the order nonetheless. See previous posts.

Laverack had worked in teaching and social care for decades in Cheshire and in Cambridgeshire. One consistent accusation emerging from every investigation into organised abuse in north Wales/Cheshire was that a few bottom feeding social workers and teachers were charged yet other high profile people involved were never even named yet alone charged. Jonathan King made the same allegation when he was jailed and has stuck by that story. King is a Cambridge graduate and alleges that the Presiding judge at his trial had committed exactly the same offences when they were young for which King was imprisoned years later.

So the No Nonsense Judge who is an associate of Dafydd et al threw a spanner in the works of a big police investigation into organised abuse three months after the Waterhouse Inquiry began yet received a round of applause in Court for being Tough On That Pervert And His Lusts.

 

Henry Woolf’s judgement against Victoria Gillick was reported by BBC News on July 26 1983:

1983: Mother loses contraception test case

A mother of 10 has failed to prevent doctors prescribing contraception to under-16s without parental consent.

Victoria Gillick appeared at the High Court seeking a declaration that none of her five daughters – aged 1 to 13 – could be prescribed or advised on birth control until they are 16. Mr Justice Woolf ruled against her application and also rejected her attempt to prevent the Department of Health and Social Security (DHSS) distributing a circular advising doctors they can give contraception to under-16s without parental consent.

When she heard the verdict Mrs Gillick, 36, burst into tears and collapsed into her husband’s arms shouting, “God Almighty, that’s ridiculous.”

I really wish that people like Victoria Gillick didn’t do this sort of thing. She had spotted the tip of a truly dreadful iceberg and collapsing in her husbands arms in tears in front of the paedophiles’ pal in the High Court just elicited a rush of Why Of Why stories, rather than a ‘Has anyone realised what the Top Docs are actually doing???’ story.

“The judge doesn’t realise there are a large number of doctors happily encouraging children to be promiscuous,” she added, shaking with emotion. It was a great deal worse, the Top Docs were trafficking kids and Dafydd was encouraging live sex shows for the Angels in his ‘young person’s unit’ as ‘therapy’. Furthermore Lord Woolf almost certainly did know what was going on.

Counsel for Mrs Gillick, Mr Gerard Wright QC, had argued the act of giving contraceptive advice or treatment was “very close” to the criminal offence of aiding and abetting unlawful sexual intercourse. Gang raping kids in care was a definitely a criminal offence as was abducting and imprisoning young people who turned down offers from Dafydd and his mates.

The judge told the court: “I would regard the pill prescribed to the woman as not so much the ‘instrument for a crime or anything essential to its commission,’ but a palliative against the consequences of the crime.” Would it not be more sensible to stop the crime Lord W??? Here you are luv, the rapists are on their way, at least you won’t get pregnant and in the event of you catching a dose, there’s dear old Gwynedd Health Authority’s clap clinic. Now that you’ve been trafficked, the Top Docs will have a great time breaching confidence and telling everyone that you’ve got an STI and how Shocked and Disgusted they are and You’re Lying To Get Compensation. STI at 14 tch tch what does that say about them.

Mrs Gillick’s husband Gordon, 32, a designer, told reporters the case had cost more than £7,600, although a large proportion was paid by legal aid. The couple – from Wisbech, Cambridgeshire – said they would continue the fight and remortgage their 13-bedroom Georgian home if necessary. Mrs Gillick, a Roman Catholic, has been in a four-year dispute over the issue with West Norfolk and Wisbech Health Authority. She says she has received thousands of letters of support and has the backing of the National Housewives Association with its 25,000 members.

The Family Planning Association has welcomed the judgement.

The FPA were fully on board with the traffickers and often hid under the disguise of promoting wimmin’s rights. Previous posts have mentioned some of the leading lights in the FPA who were mates with Dafydd and the gang, including Wimmin’s Champ Baroness Vera Houghton and That Nice Doctor, John Dunwoody. 

  • Henry Woolf also handed down judgement in the Diane Blood case. On 6 February 1997, three judges, led by Woolf, then Master of the Rolls, said that the HFEA had failed to exercise discretion when it denied Diane Blood the right to have her dead husband’s child in March 1995. The decision allowed Blood to have a child using her former husband’s sperm, which was obtained shortly before he died.

The problems resulting from the HFEA were yet more examples of Gov’t failure to reign in the Top Docs and the linked gangs. A great song and dance was made of the appointment of Mary Warnock (see previous posts), a Woman and Moral Philosopher as the first Chair of the HFEA and author of the Warnock Report. Warnock was completely out of her depth in the field of IVF; even if she did understand the science, she had no idea what was going on in the clinics. Warnock had when younger colluded with organised abuse in Oxfordshire and the person who called the shots re the Warnock Committee was the Top Doc Dame Josephine Barnes who was facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring herself and had been married to Sir Brian Warren, Ted Heath’s Top Doc and personal friend, who was also facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See post ‘ Uncle Harry’s Friends…’.

  • In October 2000, Woolf reduced the minimum sentence of Jon Venables and Robert Thompson for the murder of James Bulger by two years in recognition of their good behaviour and remorse shown while in detention, effectively restoring the original trial judge’s eight-year recommended minimum sentence.

The case of Venables and Thompson was a splendid example of how hopeless the criminal justice system and the  ‘intensive care’ on offer for troubled children is. Although there was much angry criticism of the tabloid headlines that accompanied the case, which involved the murder of a toddler by two 10 year old boys and the fact that the two boys were tried in an adult court allegedly very ‘unfriendly’ to children, it was accepted that their placing in specialist units for troubled kids after the trial was the best outcome. Yet it was that part which unravelled.

Psychiatrists’ reports firmly identified Robert Thompson as being the bigger problem, a boy from a difficult background who was variously described as ‘evil’ and ‘psychopathic’ and given a terribly bleak prognosis. Jon Venables was described as a boy with mild learning disabilities with two caring parents who had been ‘led on’ by the wicked little brat Thompson. The Top Docs maintained that once away from Thompson, there would be no major problems with Jon. The boys were placed in separate, specialist, secure children’s units, Jon in the Red Bank Home on Merseyside and Robert in Barton Moss Secure Care Centre in Manchester. Robert grew up with no serious problems, passed A levels, was released with a new identity to begin an FE or HE course and the public heard no more about him. Jon had terrible problems and after release was recalled to prison on account of him accessing child porn and getting into trouble with the law in other ways as well. He was unable to keep his true identity a secret and was a major security risk because of this and received numerous death threats. It was revealed that when he was 17 and in Red Bank, Jon had been sexually involved with one of the female members of staff.

Some of the Top Docs involved with the assessment and management of Jon and Robert are still considered to be the best in their field, despite getting it so badly wrong. There will have been other disasters at their hands which never became public knowledge. Jon and Robert grew up in Dafydd’s empire on Merseyside.

See previous posts for further details of the Venables and Thompson case and those involved.

 

  • In July 2002, Lord Woolf, together with Mr Justice Curtis and Mr Justice Henriques, refused Barry George’s first appeal against his conviction for the murder of Jill Dando. However, in November 2007, the next Lord Chief Justice, Lord Phillips, in the light of further expert opinions of the forensic evidence, declared George’s conviction “unsafe” and also ordered a retrial. George was held in custody pending retrial and following an eight week hearing he was acquitted on 1 August 2008.

It is now acknowledged that the conviction of Barry George was such an obvious miscarriage of justice that it is one of those falling into the category of ‘how did it ever happen?’ Jill was shot in the head by a professional assassin. Barry George was a roller skating Freddie Mercury fan with mild learning disabilities who at the time of the murder was at a day centre four miles away. But he was a bit of a weirdo so obviously it was him wot did it. After Barry George had languished in prison for a few years for being an Empowered Service User, the Labour Gov’t made every excuse that it could not to compensate him for the idiocy which led to him being convicted.

See previous posts for details of other cases which are feared to be possible serious miscarriages of justice over which Mr Justice Henriques presided.

 

Henry Woolf, an Ashkenazi Jew, first met his wife Marguerite Sassoon, a Sephardi Jew, at a social event which was organised by a mutual friend at the National Liberal Club and they married in early 1961. Jeremy Thrope was a regular at the National Liberal Club in those days; Lord Woolf undoubtedly knew him. Woolf has three sons who all entered the law and seven grandchildren.

Woolf was elected an Honorary Fellow of the British Academy in 2000, the year that the Waterhouse Report was published and an Honorary Fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences in 2002, year that I was charged with threatening to kill.

 

Fiona Woolf, the first Chair of IICSA appointed by Theresa May, who very soon had to resign as more and more of her close connections to Leon Brittan who had concealed so much evidence of organised abuse became public, is married to solicitor Nicholas Woolf. I’m not certain that Nicholas Woolf is a relative of Henry Woolf – he is too old to be Henry Woolf’s son, although there is another solicitor called Nick Woolf who may be Henry Woolf’s son- but Fiona Woolf’s background is worth discussing in terms of her being the first choice of Theresa’s as Chair of IICSA.

Dame Catherine Fiona Woolf (née Swain; born 11 May 1948) is a corporate lawyer who served as Lord Mayor of London, 2013–14, acting as global ambassador for UK-based financial and business services. Fiona Woolf has held and still holds many other significant positions in the City of London.

Catherine Fiona Swain was born in Edinburgh, the daughter of Dr R.H.A. Swain and his wife, Margaret Helen Hart. Whether Margaret is any relation of another Hart who occupied the role of Welsh Gov’t Health Minister as serious criminality raged in the north Wales NHS and failed to deal with it I don’t know.

Dr Richard Henry Austin Swain (1910–1981) was a British virologist, bacteriologist and pathologist, known as Dick Swain. Swain was born in Wimbledon in February 1910, the son of master builder, Charles Henry Swain. He was educated at Cheltonian College, then Dulwich College and then studied Medicine at Cambridge. In 1939 Swain began working as a Demonstrator in Pathology at Bart’s. Dick Swain will have known Reginald Vick, the Bart’s surgeon of that era who was the father of Lady Juliet Bingley, one of Dafydd’s partners in crime, as was Lady Juliet’s son, William.

In 1942 Swain joined the RAMC and served as a military pathologist with the Central Mediterranean Forces. He was demobbed in 1946. In 1949 Swain joined Edinburgh University as Lecturer, then Reader, in Pathology and Virology. In 1949 Dick Swain was elected an Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh. Swain died in Edinburgh on 11 May 1981. Dick Swain could hardly have missed the presence of Henry Walton and Sula Wolff, Edinburgh’s Power Couple among the Top Docs who doubled up as psychiatrists yet somehow amassed a collection of art treasures worth more than £5 million on their NHS salaries. See post ‘A Charming, Uplifting Sound…’ Henry and Sula had links to Issy Kolvin and the North East network and thus to Dafydd and the gang.

Fiona Woolf was educated in Edinburgh at St Denis School (subsequently part of St Margaret’s School), before studying Law and Psychology at Keele. Keele attracted a considerable number of staff who colluded with organised abuse, perhaps because of Keele’s location in Staffordshire, in an area of a sex abuse ring that was linked to other rings including Dafydd’s gang. Peter Righton worked at Keele, as did Professor John Hutt, a psychologist networked with Dafydd’s circle and Jane Tunstill was given a Chair at Keele after she served on the Jillings Investigation panel. Charlotte Williams who spent most of her career as a social worker in north Wales ended up with a Chair at Keele. Michael Mansfield and Alun Michael were students at Keele.

Woolf completed a postgraduate course in Comparative Law  at the University of Strasbourg.

Fiona Woolf qualified as a solicitor in 1973 and worked as an assistant at Clifford Chance until 1978. See previous posts for the names of folk at Clifford Chance who contributed to the efforts to ensure that the evidence of the Westminster Paedophile Ring remained unavailable to their targets/victims.

Woolf then moved to CMS Cameron McKenna  where she was a partner, 1981-2004. CMS Cameron McKenna Nabarro Olswang LLP, trading as CMS, is a multinational law firm headquartered in London. It has over 250 partners and 73 offices across Europe, the Middle East, South America and Asia. When considered as a single firm, CMS is one of the ten largest law firms in the world. In May 2014 Dundas and Wilson combined with CMS.

Susan Calman formerly worked as a lawyer with Dundas and Wilson, the little Scottish lesbian Susan who has cats and self-esteem issues, who’s dad Sir Ken is one of the toppest of the Top Docs and colluded with research fraud and malpractice in cancer research for years and then in his capacity as Chief Medical Officer for Scotland, 1989-91 and then for England and Wales, 1991-97, concealed the criminality of Dafydd’s gang and the rest of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See previous posts.

John Major’s Gov’t appointed Sir Ken as CMO in time for the North Wales Police’s investigation into a possible VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire and Sir Ken remained in post until Ronnie Waterhouse had finished hearing the evidence from former kids in care in north Wales and calling them liars. Sir Ken was at the top while documents were forged by those we know and love employed in the NHS and when evidence was planted and perjury committed in a desperate attempt to have me incarcerated.

Here’s Sir Ken looking pleased with himself:

Sir Ken and daughter Susan are committed SNP supporters and Sir Ken was an adviser to the Scottish Gov’t.

Here’s Susan:

Susan has overcome much adversity in life as her fans know. Susan was short and plump and gay when no-one else on the planet was short and plump and gay and she spent seven years slumming it as an international lawyer before realising that her true self was a celeb with huge self-esteem issues and not at all establishment. Being the daughter of probably Scotland’s most powerful man – although that status might have taken a bit of a knock now – was yet another burden that Susan had to bear.

When her father was concealing gangs of paedophiles who were raping kids in care, Susan had to endure the horror of being dressed up in velvet knickerbockers and taken to elite art galleries. It left a lasting scar on her as those who have listened to her Radio 4 shows know. A boy in care in north Wales sustained a ruptured anus Susan and one of your dad’s peers told him that he had piles. That is nothing as compared to having to wear silly outfits though is it. You could probably have run away to the police and told them of your trauma and they’d have had a jolly joke with your dad about it. Kids ran away from the children’s homes in north Wales hundreds of times, often with serious injuries. They were recorded as ‘absconders’ and returned by the police to the sex offenders with whom they were living. When they were found dead, there was no investigation because they had ‘absconded’ so often that as any fule kno, there was nothing that could be done for People Like That, God knows Dr DA tried… Your dad concealed the whole bloody lot for six years.

People Like That Susan. That was the term used for those kids who had grown up in care and were then illegally held in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I know because when I made friends with them, an Angel snapped at me that she really didn’t think that I ought to be making friends with People Like That. Your dad was CMO when lies were told about the North Wales Hospital closing down and the People Like That having been moved Into The Community.

Who cares about People Like That? There’s a glitter ball to think of!!

  •  The Lunatics Ball at the Somerset County Asylum:

There wasn’t a Lunatic’s Ball at Denbigh, but they did have a patients’ disco. I and my friends wanted to go because we imagined that it would be grim and we wanted to take the piss. Dafydd’s henchmen wouldn’t let us, probably because we were People Like That. They did occupational therapy at Denbigh as well Susan. Not placements with international law firms but packing Dr Whites in boxes for no pay. Not that I was ever granted that privilege, they wouldn’t let me out of the locked ward until I was physically put on the train to London and told to shut my mouth about DA and never come back to north Wales again. To pack the Dr Whites for no pay one had to be Getting Better and not on the locked ward.

Ah the doctors they were wonderful!

I think that I’ll go into the sanitary protection business myself, it is seriously profitable particularly if one can utilise the forced labour of illegally imprisoned Empowered Service Users. I’ll produce a whole line of different products, named after Top Docs in true sanitary protection tradition. The ‘Dr DA’, for use in dire emergencies eg. haemorrhage; the ‘Sir Ken’, an elite brand, available from Jenners in Edinburgh and Harrods in London; the ‘Uncle Harry With Wings’, for Wimmin of the Labour Party; the ‘Dr Wendy’, for the aftermath of your 15th abortion as a result of your chaotic and disordered lifestyle and nothing at all to do with that trafficking gang that have you in their clutches; the ‘Dr Phil “dad of daughters” Banfield’, for Special Measures…

Susan’s dad, being a staple of the medical establishment in Glasgow, knew Richard Crossman’s people trafficking adviser, psychiatric social worker Kay Carmichael – Kay’s first husband was the Labour politician Lord Neil Carmichael and her second one was Prof David Donnison – both husbands were on board with organised abuse (see post ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’) – and other fun people such as Sam Galbraith, the offensive and confrontational neurosurgeon to whom the Windbag grovelled in order to have a Seriously Impressive Top Doc in the Labour Party after Tony Francis panicked about the prospect of Brown and I going public on matters north Wales (see previous posts).

Sir Ken also knows how Gwen Jones-Edwards, a jobbing Top Doc at the disaster that was the Hergest Unit, bagged a job as Clinical Director of Southern General, the flagship neurosurgery establishment in Glasgow, although Gwen is not a neurosurgeon. Southern General has continued to receive huge amounts of dosh from the Scottish Gov’t and is now very impressive indeed, one of the best hospitals in Western Europe. Little old Gwen ‘Christ there’s a Public Inquiry upon us, I’m moving to Scotland’ Jones-Edwards lives in style on the banks of Loch Lomond these days, having thought that the patients to whom she lied and passed onto butchers when she did a runner would be forever in ignorance. Gwen knew some Masters students at the Maudsley as well and sent them patients from north Wales with serious and complex problems telling the patients that they were being referred for ‘therapy’. When the ‘therapy’ didn’t work, the patients were told that they’d had specialist therapy at the Best Centre In The UK and the problem was them.

Sir Ken knows all about the disgrace that is Parkhead Hospital, in the East End of Glasgae, far away from Southern General, where there are no facilities at all but more importantly also Angels who assault patients, steal drugs from the pharmacy and flog them and access porn channels on the patients’ TVs. Yes of course I wrote to the appropriate authorities – including Alistair Carmichael MP – when I witnessed it all and no of course no action was taken. The added extra was the blood and hair and bits of scalp that were on the wall of the shower. I wondered if an over-enthusiastic Angel had rammed the head of an Empowered Service User against the wall or whether there had been a genuine accident. I took photos of the dreadful conditions in Parkhead and found myself pursued by an Angel shrieking that ‘wasn’t allowed’. Under what law she did not explain. When I finally got out of that particular hell hole I did a bit of research and found that there had been scandal after scandal, death after death and that Parkhead had been earmarked for closure years previously but it just hadn’t happened. See previous posts for further details re Parkhead Hospital.

Two members of the gang in north Wales relocated from Glasgae. Angel Jim Henry, latterly of the Hergest Unit, who’s ex-wife Lena became the Nurse Manager there as the ship slowly sank and after perjuring herself in court – twice – in attempts to have me imprisoned, Lena was kind enough to tell her sister how mad and dangerous I was. Lena’s sister worked as a secretary at Bangor University’s School of Education where I was doing my PhD and what fun Lena’s sister Gwen Hughes had passing on the Expert Opinion of her people trafficking sister. When Lena was a student nurse, she used to supervise the packing of the Dr Whites at Denbigh. Jim Henry used to work at one of Dafydd’s ‘nursing homes’, where the staff had sex with the patients. In the kitchen as well, on the table.

They’re Lying To Get Compensation!

The other Angel from Glasgae was the mad, violent and dishonest Stephen Gallagher, who after threatening me, unlawfully refusing to treat me and then telling the police that I had threatened him, escaped any investigation after my lawyer reminded the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, Martin Jones, that it had all been caught on CCTV. Martin ordered the destruction of the CCTV, cheerfully admitted this and the fallacious allegation that I had ‘threatened and abused’ Gallagher remained enshrined as fact upon my medical records with Martin refusing to amend it. As did Gallagher’s allegation that I had ‘held a nurse hostage’. When I ordered a copy of that particular document, it had disappeared from the files but was helpfully replaced by a tracer slip informing the staff that that document had been removed on the orders of ‘management’. Where it went no-one could tell me.

But then my medical records also state that I have been ‘in prison for attacking someone with a knife’. I had an enjoyable few days years ago asking the NW Wales NHS Trust if they could let me know which prison I was in, when and for how long and who presided over the trial. Answer came there none. It still states on my medical records that I have been in prison for attacking someone with a knife. The last time that I ordered a copy of my records, I had also ‘sexually assaulted a psychiatrist’. The Information Commissioner failed to take up my case and at that point I gave up and decided to get blogging.

Martin may hate me with a vengeance but had he bothered to act after that business between Gallagher and I – Gallagher had already been subjected to disciplinary action after a Top Doc complained about him and a mole told me that there was a note on Gallagher’s HR file stating that his ‘competence and integrity could not be relied upon’ – he might have saved the life of the patient who was found dead in the Cathedral Gardens in Bangor after Gallagher threw him out of Ysbyty Gwynedd refusing to treat him. It was OK though, it was explained at the inquest that although that man was once a well-loved member of a stable family, he descended into alcoholism and became homeless and Mr Gallagher had no obligation to treat People Like That.

For further details of the law breaking and aggression of Gallagher and his mate Angel Andrew Parry and their constant lies, see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’.

 

Fiona Woolf was a specialist legal adviser on major infrastructure developments, particularly with regard to infrastructure legislation and energy markets; she played a role in the 1985 treaty agreements between the British and French Govt’s concerning the Channel Tunnel. Woolf subsequently went on to work with almost 30 gov’ts around the world. She is a consultant to CMS Cameron McKenna and a Senior Adviser to London Economics International LLC.

In 2001–02 Woolf was awarded a Senior Fellowship at the Harvard Kennedy School’s Centre for Business and Government. While at Harvard, Woolf wrote a book on attracting investment in electricity transmission systems: Global Transmission Expansion: Recipes for Success (2003).

Woolf is an Honorary Bencher of Middle Temple, ‘a life position which recognises contributions to the legal profession’. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of Middle Temple.

Woolf is associated with several livery companies. She is a Court Assistant of the Solicitors’, the Plumbers’ and the Wax Chandlers’ companies and an Honorary Court Assistant of the Worshipful Company of Builders’ Merchants. Woolf is also a liveryman of the Arbitrators’, Marketors’ and the Tax Advisers’ companies.

Woolf served as President of the Law Society of England and Wales, 2006-07. In her valedictory speech on stepping down, she said that in her year as President she had met with “98 of the top 100 firms and another 25 or so beyond that”. Fiona was “delighted to have met with so many top firms…they had a huge number of ideas about what we should be doing for them”.

What those firms thought that Woolf could do for them must have been achieved simply by them placing their orders after someone from their company shook her hand. Woolf only had one year as President to meet all these people and she had to fit in all of her other dinners and receptions as well, she can’t possibly have got to know any of the folk that she met or found out what their business was really about.

On 29 September 2013, Woolf was elected as Lord Mayor of London.

Fiona’s biography is littered with comments about how she was the first woman to have achieved this or that position. So many women have been doing so many things for so long now that unless one is the first woman to achieve something really extraordinary – Fiona, a number of women have even beaten you into going into outer space, there have been quite a few Lady Astronauts – you being the first dodgy woman lawyer to have had even more dinners than anyone else in one year is not really an achievement.

Woolf was interviewed for a Torygraph profile article and took the opportunity to promote one of her Mayoral campaigning themes, namely the ‘furtherance of women in executive careers and the correction of the traditional imbalance between the sexes in senior City positions’.

Oh please, let’s give Fiona the boastful opportunistic bint something to think about. Never mind Lady Astronauts, how about this for achievement:

Fiona Woolf sponsored a Long Finance initiative during her year as Lord Mayor, ‘Financing Tomorrow’s Cities’, which examined new mechanisms for funding sustainability.

Woolf made regular media appearances talking about the Lord Mayor’s role in welcoming the world to London and ventured onto a catwalk at the Old Bailey during London Fashion Week. That’s nothing Fiona. Get this:

Woolf is the Chancellor of the University of Law. She was a member of the Competition Commission (UK), 2005-13, Alderman for the Ward of Candlewick in the City of London, 2007-18 and was Sheriff of London, 2010-11. Woolf was appointed Deputy Lieutenant of Greater London, in March 2016.

Now let’s review Fiona and the IICSA fiasco. On 5 September 2014 it was announced that Theresa had appointed Woolf to Chair the IICSA. On 21 October 2014, Woolf disclosed that she lived in the same London street as Leon Brittan and had invited Brittan and his wife Diana to dinner on three occasions. Brittan had been Home Secretary in 1984 when Ministers were handed a dossier on alleged high profile paedophiles. Woolf then remembered a bit more, that in total, she had dined with Leon Brittan and his family five times since 2008 and also had joined Lady Brittan for coffee on a “small number of occasions”.

If I lived in the same street as the Home Secretary and popped over to his all the time, I think that I would have remembered enough to get it right on the first occasion that I was asked. Fiona is much more of a social climber than I am, there is no way that she forgot that she had been supping with Leon Brittan, she will have worked really hard to have wangled an invitation to dinner at his place anyway and she’ll have ensured that everyone knew that she’d been hobnobbing with the Home Secretary, Fiona will have dropped Brittan’s name at every opportunity.

Everybody wanted to be Leon’s friend in the 1980s; when my friend refused to do a fiddle for Leon’s brother Samuel Brittan at the Edinburgh Fringe in 1985, Sam wrote to Michael Grade and complained about my friend and Grade wrote back to Sam telling him that he was ‘appalled’ at my friend’s ‘rudeness’ and reassured Sam that he’d sort it. See previous posts.

Michael’s so charismatic and he’s just a natural leader! So why did he lick the bottom of the brother of a Home Secretary who concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring then? Michael Grade of the media which has a long tradition of concealing the unsavoury habits of molesting ‘stars’ and who was appointed Chairman of the BBC after the scrap which resulted in Gavyn Davies standing down; Grade subsequently rocked up to a meet the Guvnors meeting in Cardiff, insulted Merfyn and then insulted Welsh people per se.

Michael Grade is a mate of Richard Tait, Cardiff University’s proud Professor of Journalism. The multi-talented Tait was responsible for the sad effort of my youth that was ‘Nationwide’. Frank Bough used to do ‘Nationwide’ before he was kicked out of the media world after the parties with the cocaine and prostitutes. So why was Savile tolerated then Grade? Savile was lurking in the BBC when you went to Cardiff and insulted the Welsh. Indeed, why was Leon Brittan’s circle worth toadying to? You really are a big oaf and lest you didn’t notice, you alienated everyone in that audience in Cardiff. Not that it mattered, they were only small potatoes, they don’t have the charisma surging through their veins that manifests itself in matching red braces and red socks!!

Do you know how to get dressed in the morning?? Then there’s your qualification to be Chairman of the BBC! Backed up by a lifetime of shameless toadying to sex offenders in high places of course.

 

Fiona Woolf further remembered that she had been involved in the past with bodies with which the Brittans had also had involvement.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The BBC reported that survivors of child abuse were increasingly concerned about Woolf’s apparent links to Lord Brittan, and Labour MP Simon Danczuk, who campaigned for the Inquiry, said that he thought that Woolf should resign. Woolf made the disclosures to MPs ahead of her appearance before the Home Affairs Select Committee, saying she was aware of “speculation gaining traction on social media” about her links with the Brittans and that she wanted to “go the extra distance to make sure I have dug out every possible connection with someone who is essentially one of thousands of people I know in the City. […] Do I have a close association with them (the Brittans)? the answer is no”.

‘I’ve never met my husband…’ a la Tessa Jowell.

As the fur flew, Fiona commented “Let us remind ourselves that this is not an Inquiry about Lord Brittan but about hundreds of institutions and frankly thousands of systemic failures”.

Indeed Fiona, but the salient fact is that Lord Brittan was one of those who misused every position that he held to conceal the ‘systemic failures’ and as Home Secretary your dining buddy was complicit with the most serious criminality that was part of the ‘systemic failures’. If a Home Secretary aiding and abetting the criminals is not part of the problem, then who is?

Furthermore, although ‘systemic failures’ is a fair description of the matter overall, the use of phrases such as that does disguise the extremes of the systemic failures. That gang were terrible Woolf, they were really, really bad. They didn’t just lose their tempers occasionally or give the Naughty Boys ‘a clip around the ear’, they were bloody gangsters. Look what they felt able to do to me and I was in my mid-20s with a postgrad degree. They were thugs, they hit adult women when they were not being observed by outsiders. I was dragged along floors, injured, bruised, told that I’d be beaten up, they were fucking appalling. What do you think that they did to kids of 13 who couldn’t read and write?

On 22 October, the BBC reported that it had seen a judicial review application launched by a victim of historical child sexual abuse which challenged the choice of Woolf as the Chair of the child sexual abuse Panel Inquiry on the basis that she is not impartial, has no relevant expertise

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

and may not have time to discharge her duties. The judicial review hearing could have been held before the end of 2014.

On 31 October 2014, Woolf resigned her Chairmanship of the panel.

Woolf’s qualification for that Chairmanship was not just her friendship with the Brittans. The clincher was the identity of Woolf’s father, Top Doc Dick Swain. He was almost certainly facilitating abuse in a previous generation. While writing this blog I have been struck by how many who facilitated organised abuse or concealed it are the adult children of those who did so before them. This is not just a result of the trite observation ‘ooh the abused become abusers’. That is not always true anyway; this is rather more about a loyalty to the family business and a desire not to see ones kith and kin exposed as serious criminals in the face of the Ah everyone loved Taid myths.

If one is estranged from one’s family, one does not have traumas if one is told ‘God so and so really hated your [insert family member here]’. It is far easier to think ‘yeh, they might have done some pretty dreadful things to them’. But those adult offspring who are still in the family bosom or who have inherited titles/dosh/are benefiting from reputations are far more likely to take the Laura Janner-Klausner option and yell ‘he was a LOVELY man’. He probably was to you Laura, but you need to accept that there is a great deal of evidence that he was not to certain other people…

Fiona Woolf was appointed CBE in 2002 and then a Dame in the 2015 New Year Honours for “services to the legal profession, diversity and the City of London”, in recognition of her longstanding commitments in public life.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

Woolf is involved in supporting the work of a number of charitable and other organisations.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Woolf is a Trustee of Raleigh International, a Governor of the Guildhall School of Music and Drama, a Trustee of the Friends of Oxford Shakespeare Company and a member of the Parochial Church Council of St Clement Eastcheap. Woolf is also Chairman of the Chelsea Opera Group Trust and is actively involved in the operation, fundraising and co-ordination of its volunteers, as well as being a member of its choir. Fiona Woolf is a member of the RAC.

Many years ago ‘That’s Life’ ran an expose of the RAC ripping people off, the particular rip-off being that when people had decided to not renew their membership, the RAC had swiped money from their credit cards without telling them and refused to refund it. So people wrote to Esther and Esther did her concerned face. Brown’s brother was teenager at the time and thought that this was brilliant, No-One Leaves The RAC, in the way that No-One Leaves The Mafia. For years we had a standing joke re the RAC… Well Fiona is a member, it says it all.

No-One Leaves The BMA either.

 

Now I’ll introduce another member of the RAC.

Henry Cohen, 1st Baron Cohen of Birkenhead (21 February 1900-7 August 1977) was one of Liverpool’s finest Top Docs. Cohen held the Chair of Medicine at Liverpool University, 1934-65. This was a part-time position, enabling Cohen to follow up the results of his teaching by keeping in contact with local colleagues and practitioners. Between 1947 and 1971 Cohen served as a member of the Board of Governors of the Liverpool teaching hospitals and of the Regional Health Board. The last part of Cohen’s reign over Liverpool and indeed the wider British medical establishment overlapped with Westminster Swinger Richard Crossman’s tenure at the DHSS and Cohen is mentioned in Crossman’s ‘Diaries’.

In March 1969 Crossman and Sir George Godber – the then CMO, another mate of Dafydd and Gwynne’s (see previous posts) – met to discuss immigrant Top Docs. Crossman noted in his diary that ‘the GMC would object if I laid upon them the obligation to see that the doctors are qualified’. Crossman remarked yet again on the intransigence and awkwardness of those responsible for Health at Whitehall level and of course the Top Docs and muses on how he can force them into acting on this important matter.

In Oct 1969 Crossman recorded in his diary that he and George Godber would be giving a dinner the following week in the Athenaeum to Lord Henry Cohen, ‘the head of the GMC’. Cohen was President of the GMC, 1961-63, so whether he had by 1969 acquired another formal title at the GMC or whether Crossman just considered him ‘the head’ of the GMC is unclear. I have found other references to Cohen being ‘President’ of the GMC after 1963, so he obviously was wielding substantial influence.

In the same diary entry, Crossman discussed the problem that he had re Dr Alex Baker, the psychiatrist who served as Crossman’s adviser at the DHSS on psychiatry (see previous posts). Crossman wanted to give Baker a Gov’t position which involved removing Baker from Godber’s empire and Godber is objecting. Crossman was in a fix because he didn’t dare upset the odious Godber, who was refusing to relinquish Alex Baker.

Crossman observed of Godber that ‘he is a very powerful man in the Dept and people never like acting against his wishes. He is away half the time around the world, advising the World Health Organisation, in America, lecturing. He is remote, out of touch now I think, except with the lord high pajandra and the physicians in the Royal Colleges in London. He knows all the top people but nothing about ordinary life, yet on the other hand he is radical and left-wing. I don’t want to quarrel with him..’ Crossman hoped to discuss matters with Godber in the presence of Cohen at the Atheneaum when they all meet…

Godber knew about Dafydd’s Denbigh dungeon, about the lobotomies and about the sex abuse ring. He lived to a very great age and defended Dafydd’s reputation until the very end of his life – which was only a few years ago – by then in Godber’s capacity as a leading light in the MDU. See previous posts. George Godber is written into history as a saint because he was one of those who ‘created the NHS’ with Nye. Godber was a lying martinet who actively concealed the most serious criminality for decades, while hiding behind the ‘We’re doing it for the poor’ bit.

None of these people had any interest at all in The Poor, no matter how many others believed that they were ‘radical’ or ‘left-wing’. The Poor were a goldmine for them, that was the only reason why they claimed to have their interests at heart. Even Dr Alex Baker, whom Crossman wanted as his adviser in the wake of the Ely Hospital Scandal (see previous posts), was a Top Doc who was er running a ‘subnormal’ hospital in which patients were dreadfully neglected, but just not quite as badly as at Ely…

Crossman didn’t have any advisers who had not been part of the gross neglect and abuse. Things are no different today, it is why no Reform of the NHS or Social Services works. There isn’t anyone there who knows how to reform it.

The favourite haunt of those Radical Left-Wing Top Docs who Did It For The Poor:

 

The Largesse Enjoyed By The Poor:

 

 

Lord Henry Cohen was one of those mentors to Dafydd and those other Liverpool trained Top Docs who then spent their careers in north Wales as members of the gang. Big Henry will have been one of those untouchable old bastards a la Godber and in the face of patient complaint, Big Henry’s mates will only have had to have done aCatherine Tate Quotes. QuotesGram

and the matter will have been ignored. Not forgotten I stress, ignored. It definitely will not have been forgotten, in the way that my concerns re Gwynne were ignored, yet decades later people were reminded of the ‘terrible allegations’ that ‘she’ made about that ‘doctor who is now dead’. The lobotomist to the Westminster Paedophile Ring you mean everyone.

When the Central Health Services Council was formed in 1949, Henry Cohen became its Vice-Chairman and then served as Chairman, 1957-63. Cohen was elected President of the BMA in 1951.

After a coronary thrombosis in the following year, Cohen ‘decided to devote his life to teaching’. So he’ll have got to know many of the future Top Docs who joined the gang.

Cohen was given a peerage in 1956.

Cohen was President of the GMC, 1961-63. It was in 1961 that Enoch Powell, then the Minister of Health, visited the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. He was so appalled at what he saw – and Gwynne will only have shown him the flagship bit – that Powell said ‘I will not allow you to do this to people’, returned to London and announced that he would close down every asylum in Britain. Powell then made his famous ‘Water Towers’ speech re the necessity of closing the asylums. Powell made that speech to the National Association of Mental Health (MIND), Dafydd’s personal vehicle which was used to conceal organised abuse and criminality. See previous posts. I have not yet found any details as to who exactly leaned on Powell after that speech, but someone told him to drop the subject and he did. The asylums were not closed and Powell never returned to the subject again. There is no further mention of the matter in Powell’s papers.

Someone must have told Powell that Denbigh was a key player in silencing the victims of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, including people who had been sexually exploited by Bertrand Russell and Lord Snowdon. Snowdon’s grandfather Sir Robert Armstrong-Jones was a psychiatrist from north Wales who trained at Bart’s. See previous posts. I don’t know if Armstrong-Jones personally knew Fiona Woolf’s father Dick Swain, but it wouldn’t matter if he didn’t. Influence is exerted through alumni networks and such and as Fiona herself made clear, meeting an Important Person once and shaking their hand is enough to make it worth someone’s while doing them a massive favour in the future. Such as covering up their criminality.

Powell has more recently been named as one of the Westminster Paedophile Ring himself; I don’t have corroborating evidence for that, although he was an odd man who had many very close relationships with male friends yet felt an emotional gulf between him and his wife. Powell died on 8 Feb 1998, just as Waterhouse began writing up his Report. A few hours after his final admission to hospital, Powell asked where his lunch was. On being told that he was being fed intravenously, he remarked, “I don’t call that much of a lunch”. Powell could not have known exactly what was in that intravenous line either. These were his last recorded words. Powell died aged 85 at the King Edward VII Hospital for Officers in Westminster.  See previous posts for further info on Enoch Powell.

Powell’s ‘Hospital Plan’ was quietly adapted and a sleight of hand concealed the fact that the central part of Powell’s plan, the closure of the asylums, had been written out. The Hospital Plan was subsequently presented as a Great Thing for the NHS, with Investment For New Hospitals. The plight of the poor sods in Denbigh remained ignored. Not exactly forgotten though.

In 1966, Denbigh hit ‘The Times’. It was of course as a result of Dafydd. Dafydd had ordered a fleet of coaches which duly rolled up at Denbigh and hordes of frail, institutionalised patients who had been wrecked by Dafydd and Gwynne were herded on board and were placed in The Community. Being Dafydd, the Community Placements were what they were 40 years later: rough B&B accommodation on the north Wales coast, utterly unsuitable for people who could not live independently. The patients were found weeks later, destitute, starving and covered in lice. Some of them will have died as well, but that wasn’t reported.

I don’t know if there was a complaint to the GMC about Dafydd in the wake of that, but it won’t have mattered if there had been. Lord Henry Cohen had only recently stepped down as President of the GMC, he’ll have still been on the most influential committees and that complaint about his mate Dafydd would go nowhere no matter how many people had died.

Henry Cohen was President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1964-66, receiving the Society’s gold medal in 1971. I recommend that readers take a quick look at the list of past Presidents of the Royal Society of Medicine. If they can remember even just part of what I have discussed in previous posts on this blog, tears of laughter will run down their cheeks, the most outstanding of paedophiles’ friends and many friends of Dafydd and the gang are past Presidents

Henry Cohen was born in Birkenhead in February 1900. He attended the Liverpool Institute High School for Boys on a scholarship and captained its cricket and rugby teams. My post ‘Error Of Judgement?’ mentions some of the former pupils of the Liverpool Institute who later became influential/famous. The Liverpool Institute educated a lot of Top Docs, academics, politicians, lawyers and judges but the old boys who are most well-known to the public are Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Derek Hatton. Lord David Bean, another member of the judiciary who has proved to be most helpful to the gang, is an old boy of the Liverpool Institute.

Cohen graduated from Liverpool University in 1922, then studied at London University and the University of Paris. In 1924 Cohen became assistant physician at the Liverpool Royal Infirmary, where he remained on the staff until 1965.

Some of those we know and love in north Wales, as well as Dafydd, who will have known Henry Cohen include Terry Maxwell the former Clinical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd (see previous posts for details of Maxwell’s wrongdoing), Dr Huw Roberts of Waunfawr Surgery, a member of the gang in disguise and Huw Roberts’s obnoxious partner in that surgery, Stephen Williams. Henry Cohen knew Sir Charles Evans, the Principal of UCNW, 1958-84, who worked as a neurosurgeon as well as a general surgeon on Merseyside for ten years before he became Principal of UCNW.

Charles Evans reigned over UCNW when the institution was run by Dafydd’s gang. When Evans still worked as a Top Doctor, he was mates with other Top Docs in the North West of England rather like himself; keen mountaineers who didn’t have the qualities needed to be good Top Docs eg. Evans’s friend Anne McCandless. McCandless and others worked with colleagues who were facilitating organised abuse. I don’t know whether Evans himself was interested in actually abusing patients, but there was an obvious problem in that he, McCandless and others didn’t actually care that some of their colleagues were. See post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’

Evans spent so much of his time climbing that he missed a great deal of operating time, such that he was eventually forced to give up specialist neurosurgery, having lost the degree of skill needed. Nothing was said about his long absences from the NHS; not only was he a Top Doc but from 1953, Evans was a national hero, having been part of Edmund Hillary’s Everest team. That alone will have supplied a big umbrella for any old scumbag associated with Evans, including the lobotomist running around the Student Health Centre unleashed and unmuzzled. Furthermore, Lord John Hunt, another member of the Everest team, was a high ranking officer in the security services.

Lobotomist running a trafficking gang via UCNW?

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You really misjudged this didn’t you tossers…

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In 1954 Cohen was elected President of the Liverpool Medical Institution. Cohen was elected President of the Royal Society of Health in 1958, a post that he retained until 1978. Cohen was invested as an associate Knight of the Order of St John in 1961, the same year in which he was elected President of the GMC.

In the early 1960s, Cohen was appointed to the Standing Medical Advisory Committee of the Ministry of Health. In March 1964 Cohen was elected as an Honorary Fellow of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists and as a result he will have got to know folk like Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, who, along with his mates, facilitated the Westminster Paedophile Ring at St George’s Hospital Medical School. The Chamberlain who was a friend of the song bird Cilla, who cut her teeth as a star in Liverpool in the 1960s, having a lorra lorra laffs with the Beatles and other stars, some of whom were in receipt of services provided by Dafydd and the gang.

Here’s one for Dafydd, Cilla in hot pants:

A case of ‘that’s my favourite’ Dafydd? Ah no, Dafydd’s ‘favourite’ is ‘a brief miniskirt with smokey grey stockings’.

They’re Lying To Get Compensation!

No, we were too busy laughing at that business of ‘why don’t ewe come to work wearing a brief miniskirt and smokey grey stockings, because that’s my favourite’, Dafydd’s Favourite became known among all the Hergest Unit patients.

Another example of How No-One Knew: At one point I was working in a ‘care home’ with a resident who’s ex-wife had been one of Dafydd’s (many) secretaries at Denbigh. I certainly heard a few interesting things. One day this resident wanted to show me something in his room and he said ‘hey Sally, come into my bedroom a minute’ and I just hesitated for a split second on the grounds of ‘Ah, is that OK, it’s his private space in there’ and he noticed me hesitating and said ‘Ooh it’s OK, I’d never do a DA on you’ and we both fell about laughing.

‘We didn’t know.’ It was openly discussed.

After this man and his wife split up, she moved to England, to a city but I can’t remember which one. She died after falling from a tower block. Suicide. Like so many who Knew Dr DA.

By the time that Cilla was the bestest friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain, she wasn’t displaying her bum in hot pants, she was very rich, living in a mansion in Buckinghamshire, a big fan of Thatch, LWT’s biggest light entertainment star and gave media interviews praising Geoffrey Chamberlain when yet another bomb went off at St George’s.

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Cilla, who was a personal friend of some of those who facilitated the Westminster Paedophile Ring who were not rich celebs with no medical knowledge, was found dead at her holiday home in Spain, on 1 August 2015, at the age of 72. A spokesperson for the High Court of Justice in Andalusia suggested that an accident may have been a contributing factor in Cilla’s death. Following the results of a post-mortem, Cilla’s sons confirmed that Cilla had died from a stroke following a fall in her Spanish villa.

A 10 page pathologist’s report confirmed that Cilla had suffered a subarachnoid haemaorrhage after falling backwards and hitting her head, it was thought, on a terrace wall. It was believed that Cilla had not been found for at least four hours.

In 2014, Cilla had stated that she wanted to die when she reached 75, as her mother, who suffered from progressive osteoporosis, had lived to 84 and her final years were difficult. According to a friend, Cilla had recently said that she was approaching death, complaining of failing eyesight and hearing as well as arthritis. Cilla had been suffering with rheumatoid arthritis for years and was in “considerable agony” towards the end of her life.

I’m surprised that Cilla experienced such disabling health problems by her early 70s. The conditions from which she suffered are no longer usually the agonising nightmare that they were in a previous era, particularly for people with Cilla’s resources. The osteoporosis fear could have been counteracted by any Geoffrey Chamberlain; women are no longer wrecked by osteoporosis in the way that they were in Cilla’s mum’s day. It is still something which will concern someone but the poor old dears severely disabled with crumbling spines are not as ubiquitous as they once were. Likewise rheumatoid arthritis; yes it is painful and not something that you’d be delighted to experience, but the pain is usually controlled now somewhat better than it seemed to have been in Cilla.

Cilla was 72. Wealthy women of Cilla’s generation are not usually in that sort of state at 72 these days; 92 perhaps yes…

I wonder if the Top Docs had been failing to let Cilla know about a few things? She’d never have known if she was being denied good care, her experience of Top Docs was getting pissed and partying with the most unscrupulous ones who kept a smile on their faces for her. The worst of the scumbags at St George’s grovelled when Cilla turned up, she had no bloody idea about the research fraud, the lies, the cock-ups with certain patients… People like Cilla just see Geoffrey Chamberlain being very nice to them in their Harley Street consulting rooms.

Cilla used to boast about sending her sons to public schools, but I don’t think that any of them are Top Docs…

Cilla died soon after the furore which followed Jimmy Savile’s death and during the Macur Review that covered up the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry… See previous posts.

Cilla’s mate Chamberlain died in Oct 2014; he was 84. I’d be surprised if Chamberlain Suffered as Cilla; he’d have known which Top Docs to avoid and as seems to have happened with Dafydd and Lucille, there’ll be enough of the old circle ready to treat him… It was Tony Francis whom they hung out to dry. I think that Chamberlain’s wife, Prof Jocelyn Chamberlain, who assisted him in the criminality is still alive.

Top Docs are not going to go to prison, not even for Cilla. Chamberlain was one of those who rescued Ollie Brooke when he was caught…

 

In July 1966 Henry Cohen received honorary doctorates from the Universities of Hull and Sussex. Hull University for years concealed the organised abuse ring which stretched out across the north of England about which Philip Larkin knew something as he bumbled away in the library at Hull writing his poetry and collecting his porn (see previous posts). The VC of Sussex, 1967–76, was Harold Wilson’s mate Lord Asa Briggs. Before being appointed VC, Asa had been in the higher echelons of Sussex for years. Asa was the man who kept the lid on the Brighton end of the criminality of Dafydd and the gang – the kids in care from north Wales were trafficked to brothels owned by John Allen in Brighton and London.

Asa worked for the security services and had been concealing crap in high places for years. See previous posts. One of Asa’s mates was Howard Smith who became DG of MI5 in 1979, the year in which Dafydd illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and Mr Thrope walked away from the Old Bailey a free man.

It was Asa who was keen to wreak a dreadful revenge on Merfyn when Merfyn as a student at Sussex threw red paint over a visiting US official in a student protest. See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’.

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Asa died on 15 March 2016 at 95. That old bastard won’t have been worrying about a crumbling spine in his final years. In 2005 when the Get Merfyn campaign was underway, Asa’s daughter was interviewed on Radio 4 about her father’s Glorious Career and banged on about how he’d never forgiven those students who threw the red paint…

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Merfyn was Guv’nor of the BBC when that was broadcast. Can Asa’s daughter give us a comment about the 1992 Brighton firebomb that killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’) the next time that she’s provided with air time on Radio 4? Perhaps Asa minor can make a guest appearance with Marion Janner on ‘All In The Mind’ with Buddy the Emotional Support Dog to whom Marion gave birth a few years ago. See previous posts. Then Rabbi Laura Janner-Klausner can do one of her ‘Thought For The Day’ slots, fun for all the family.

I can see that I’m going to have to counteract this nightmare, perhaps Graham Day and I ought to track down Merfyn and we’ll go on Strictly Come Dancing to counteract the media invasion of the #PFs. We can compete in the dance off final against Susan Calman and her cats.

Cohen won the Gold Medal of the BMA in 1967 in recognition of his ‘outstanding services’ to the BMA and to the medical profession. 1967 was the year in which Merfyn incurred the wrath of Asa for the rest of eternity by throwing the red paint…

Brain tumour luv?? Tch Tch, ooh not sure that we can do anyfink about that, even us global leaders at the Walton Centre on MERSEYSIDE have our limits you know… Never mind, at least Lord Snowdon of Belgravia for his Whole Life will be able to join you in Llanfaglan Churchyard.

They’re not Nice Young Doctors, they’re Gangsters.

In 1970 Lord Henry Cohen was elected Chancellor of Hull University.

Previous posts have named many of the paedophiles’ friends who have served as Chancellor and VC of Hull; Hull has excelled at producing graduates who became big wigs in the Labour Party and built political careers on Keeping Their Mouths Shut. The highest profile of those is of course Prezza, but others include Fattersley, Tom Watson, Chris Mullen and David Hanson. Miranda’s favourite sociologist Anthony Giddens is also a Hull graduate, but the factor that ensured success for Giddens under New Labour was Gidden’s status as a lecturer at Leicester University when Greville knew nothing about that paedophile ring with which most of Leicester University was colluding. Including Larkin’s mistress Monica Jones, who taught at Leicester. See previous posts.

Prezza was elected as the Labour MP for Hull East in 1970, the year that Henry Cohen became Chancellor of Hull University. It is said that questions were asked at the time as to how the big wally was ever selected as the candidate to stand for election, but those wondering how it ever happened obviously didn’t notice that Prezza had been a student at Ruskin College at the same time as Peter Howarth was a student there and when Matt Arnold was a tutor at Ruskin teaching Howarth. Prezza was leading the Ruskin Students’ Union at the time, which rather places him at the scene of the crime, particularly as Arnold and Howarth were not the only people cluttering up Ruskin in those days who played a substantial role in the Westminster Paedophile Ring. See post ‘A Study In Tyranny’.

Prezza is too thick to be a Mr Big himself but I wonder who ensured that he was selected for Hull East in 1970, the year in which Heath Won?

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In 1973, Arnold and Howarth both relocated from Axwell Park Approved School to Bryn Estyn where they certainly gave the pre-existing abuse ring in north Wales/Cheshire a boost. Bryn Estyn by then was no longer run by the Home Office, but was the responsibility of the DHSS.

The Leeds MP who was Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1970-74, under Heath and considered to be Thatch’s intellectual mentor:

Another pal of Thatch’s from Leeds, who visited Bryn Estyn:

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Keith Joseph inherited a DHSS fully geared up to the needs of the Westminster Paedophile Ring because his immediate predecessor as Secretary of State had been Richard Crossman.

Jimmy’s pal Thatch became PM in 1979, by which time Britain’s DHSS had been serving the Westminster Paedophile Ring perfectly for years. 1979 was the year that Emperor Bokassa of the Central African Republic was overthrown. The right wing media in Britain really dined out on the subsequent revelations that Bokassa was a cannibal and that bodies in storage for his consumption had been found in his Royal residence. This did seem to be true.

Another man who seems to have been interested in corpses:

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In 1979 Bokassa also made world headlines when he had more than 100 school children killed after they threw rocks at his Rolls Royce in anger because Bokassa ordered them to be punished when they refused to buy their uniforms from a company owned by one of Bokassa’s wives because of the expense.

Emperor Bokassa was the dream of a Brit’s stereotype of a mad black savage who had appointed himself King. Bokassa was even better than Idi Amin, who did of course undertake officer training at Sandhurst.

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Another Man Who Was The Son Of A Tribal Chief And Served With Distinction In War:

Bokassa with Nicolae Ceausescu of Romania, 1970.
Well, well, well, er 1979 I think:
  • Emperor Bokassa’s coronation cost a great deal of money. Coronations tend to be pricey.

Lest people believe that the Emperor was all bad, it should be remembered that he outlawed polygamy and FGM. Anyone for some Convictions in the name of Safeguarding?

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The Lord Cohen Medal is named after Henry Cohen. It is the highest award for services to gerontology in the UK and is awarded on a sporadic basis by the British Society for Research on Ageing. Britain isn’t really covering itself in glory with regard to care for the elderly is it. In 2012/13 Ysbyty Glan Clwyd hosted the biggest EMI patient abuse scandal that the UK has ever experienced. Elderly patients were filmed crawling around naked on floors covered in urine and faeces while Angels swore at them and one patient had an untreated broken arm. No-one was disciplined except for the Angel who blew the whistle on it, who was sacked, arrested, libelled in the media, received death threats and then struck off the Nursing Register. She appealed and very recently has been reinstated onto the Register.

Some of Angels who mistreated the patients in Tawel Fan were caught mistreating elderly patients again on the ward to which they had been transferred after Tawel Fan was closed. They were still not disciplined.

Prof Bob Woods is one of the UK’s leading experts in dementia. Bob Woods worked in Newcastle with Issy Kolvin and the gang before relocating to north Wales to join Dafydd and also did a stint at the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley. Bob Woods for years was responsible for the training of clin psys in north Wales and one of Bob’s functions was to get rid of clin psy students who looked as though they might be whistleblowers in the future. I was told that Bob used that tried and tested formula, Questioning Their Mental Health. No other part of the UK workforce except the People Professions get away with accusing people who raise concerns about criminal behaviour in the workplace of being Dangerous Nutters. It’s because the People Professions are committed to Fighting Stigma and Supporting Staff in a Caring and Compassionate Way.

I worked for a few weeks in the notorious chicken factory in Llangefni, formerly known as Chucky Chickens, believed to be the Last Chance Saloon in north Wales. See previous posts. The workers were having a hard time, but they were very friendly and chatty and the wrongdoing of the owners of the factory – at that time it was Grampian Meats – was discussed at length. No-one ever accused any workmate of being insane and a Risk, no matter how serious their differences. It was the same in the cleaning jobs that I’ve had or years ago jobs on farms. Yet if one steps into a hospital, social care setting, school, college etc, it is very noticeable that when the knives are out for someone, the line of attack is Concerns About Their Mental Health. People employed in those sectors are acutely aware of this as well; if anybody is even on anti-depressants – and a great many of them are – it is a shameful secret that is kept hidden because of the fear that the axe will cometh.

Remember the fuss over whether Gordon Brown was on anti-depressants? No-one thought to say ‘this is nothing at all to do with anyone else, Gordon should be judged on his record as PM and no more’. No-one did say that, there were just increasingly desperate denials and ooh of course Gordon’s NOT MAD. How did the millions of people in the UK on anti-depressants feel when that was going on? The anxiety will have simply increased, ooh I can’t let anybody know at all…

I have in previous posts discussed the dysfunction of Holyhead School in previous years and the unsupportive conduct of Gill Dennis and Gerald Hewittson, two of the mentors of the student teachers at Holyhead School, towards the student teachers placed at Holyhead. I chatted to a lot of the trainee teachers who were placed at Holyhead in the years after I was and one of them told me that they had felt particularly intimidated by one of Dennis’s colleagues, Paul Hanlon. I remembered him well. In the staff room Hanlon was constantly cracking jokes about nutters and he’d do a stupid face and say ‘Ooh I’m in counselling’. At the time I thought ‘what a twat’, but the other day I was told ‘didn’t you realise? That was directed at you, they had all been told that you were a Mental Patient and were having a great time’. What I did notice about Hanlon was that as he became more and more stressed in the face of the complete fuckwittery within the school – which wasn’t Hanlon’s fault, it was most definitely the fault of the grossly incompetent Headmistress and her two Deputies, one of which was Hewittson – Hanlon would rant away in the staff room saying ‘I’m not going to have a breakdown, ooh no, not me’.

You’d better be careful Mr Hanlon working in such a dysfunctional environment, you’ll be on the SSRIs if you’re not careful!! I wouldn’t advise Help though; as you had clearly found out there is a major problem with confidentiality and er lies, rumour and good old GOSSIP…

Baroness Glenys, A Famous Old Girl of Holyhead School:

Glenys is pointing the finger at someone else, could that be to detract from her role in concealing child abuse in Wales, in particular in Holyhead?

Albert Owen the Labour MP for Ynys Mon is also an old boy of Holyhead School. Albert said nothing as the problems at Holyhead School escalated and hundreds of parents refused to send their kids there.

Despite Paul Hanlon’s bigotry I did feel for him when his baby died. WHOOPS, another baby death at a north Wales hospital, Ah the doctors they were wonderful, we don’t dare say anything else…

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I wonder if Bob Woods has been awarded the Lord Cohen Medal yet? If not, surely it is time that he did.

Lord Cohen of Birkenhead died in August 1977, aged 77. His peerage became extinct because Lord Cohen was a Bachelor who had not been blessed with children. Cohen died at Bath, Somerset. Bath was posh compared to the rest of Somerset at that time and within a few years became seriously posh. There was however organised abuse amidst the opulence, as discussed in previous posts. The artistic movement known as the Brotherhood of Ruralists were in the area and some of them were molesting kids, most famously Graham Ovenden and Lord Snowdon’s mate Jeremy Fry lived at Bath and carried out some interesting activities. In terms of clergy, the Bishop of Bath and Wells concealed the serial sex offending of the Rev J.F. Rigg of Bawdrip, near Bridgwater. Rigg was still very much a busy man in 1977, although a delegation of parishioners went to see the Bishop in about 1974 re Rigg…

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online has a tribute to Lord Cohen:

b.21 February 1900 d.7 August 1977
1st Baron Cohen of Birkenhead(1956) CH(1974) Kt(1949) MB BCh Liverpool(1922) MD(1924) MRCP(1926) FRCP(1934)

Henry Cohen was born in Birkenhead and was educated at the Church School of St John (where the fees were 2d a week),

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then proceeded as a scholar to the Birkenhead Institute. From there he won a scholarship to Oxford, but on grounds of expense he transferred it to Liverpool, and even there he felt obliged to walk to and from the ferry each day to cut down his expenses.

  • ‘E was ‘appier then although ‘e was poor, indeed because ‘e was poor.

His original intention had been simply to study medicine in order to become a criminal lawyer,

Lord Henry managed the criminal bit at least

but as his work continued he realised that medicine alone had enough to offer him.

As Dafydd discovered it provided all that Henry could ever have wanted

He graduated in 1922 with first class honours and distinction in every subject in the curriculum, and obtained the MD with special merit in 1924.

I am struck by how all those in high places in medicine who facilitated crime were academically brilliant when they were young. I’d always given them the benefit of the doubt until recently on the grounds of ‘well they could be capable and still a scumbag’ until I came across the Tale Of Sir William Asscher. Asscher had been a complete duffer at school, had to have another go at Acton Technical College, was still turned down by every medical school to which he applied but was accepted by the London Hospital after Asscher’s dad had a word with a friend there. From that day on, Asscher became academically brilliant, which served him in good stead as a convenient cover throughout the rest of his career facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring, with which he had become involved as a student and then a young doc at the London Hospital. See post ‘A Charming, Uplifting Sound…’.

Likewise it has only been since I began this blog that I was told that Brown and I actually got Firsts, but they really couldn’t hand those out to us two who were causing such a rumpus re Gwynne etc. Don’t worry about it Unfair Examiners, within a few years we did realise that injustices were happening fairly regularly re exam results and not just at UCNW and Aston.

Although it is possible that students can end up with much poorer degrees than they expected, since I have received info re the Unfair Practices at UCNW in my day, I keep thinking of two biology students who graduated in 1984, the same year as me, but who did much worse than expected; they both ended up with Thirds and were so upset that they left Bangor the day after the results were issued and didn’t keep in touch with anyone. I wonder if they gained knowledge of the gang?

There was also a Malaysian girl from a very privileged family who was stunningly attractive and excelled in the first year but fell out with the lecturers in the School of Plant Biology although I never found out why. Dr D.G.E. Wood was insulting about her to third parties and when I asked her best friend why she had become so upset with the lecturers, her mate just said ‘she is really pissed off with them and she does not care if she ends up with a bad degree after this’. I didn’t find out anymore, but the best friend hated D.G.E. Wood’s wife, Dr Chris Wood, who was a lecturer in Plant Biology and doubled up as her tutor. I wonder if the usual suspects became over-excited at the prospect of that glamorous and friendly young Malaysian woman, got the wrong end of the stick and then took revenge when she said ‘look no thanks, honestly…’ Adrian Bell might be able to enlighten us, he was one of the people with whom she was most angry.

In the same year he was appointed assistant physician to the Liverpool Royal Infirmary, where he remained on the staff until his retirement 41 years later. To obtain such a post within two years of qualifying shows not only the exceptional brilliance of Cohen, but also the remarkable perspicacity of those who elected him and, as will be seen, his subsequent career showed that they were fully justified.

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By 1934 it was clear to his seniors that he was the obvious choice for the chair of medicine at the University of Liverpool and from this time to the end of the war he rose to eminence in the conventional way; election to the FRCP in 1934, later an examiner to the College and member of Council 1943 to 1946.

Of the same standard as his great clinical competence was his ability to speak in public, and his lectures and orations were brilliant resonant performances, showing originality, breadth of vision, erudition and wit. Towards the end of a long series of named lectures came the Harveian Oration at the Royal College of Physicians in 1970, on the motion of blood in the veins.

Another aspect of his greatness was his grasp of administration, particularly as chairman of committees, and it was this capacity which was to be of special use after the introduction of the NHS.

Lord Cohen did his Uncle Harry bit For The Poor then.

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He had little or nothing to do with the original idea of the Service,

Because it was highly likely that Henry Cohen was one of the Top Docs who opposed the NHS

yet once the scheme turned into reality, he became one of the principal expert and voluntary advisers to the Ministry. He became more and more a regular part of the advisory machine, and before long a quite indispensable pillar of the system.

Most of the hostile opponents of the NHS very soon climbed on board once it had arrived because they were going to make damn sure that they remained in control of that machine.

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He was the first vice-chairman of the Central Health Services Council when it was formed in 1949, and became chairman in 1957.

So Dafydd’s mate was Chairman of the Central Health Services Council in 1960 when Enoch Powell became Minister of Health and there when Powell dared suggest that Denbigh should be closed.

His great contribution to the NHS was that he brought to the Ministry the professional knowledge of the active clinician, so that the administration was kept closely in touch with the outside medical world — a service that its desk doctors could not hope to provide. In recognition of his talents he received a knighthood in 1949, and it was as Sir Henry Cohen that he was elected president of the BMA in 1951.

Many people nowadays think that there is a sharp distinction between the clinician and the medical administrator, and it is most stimulating to reflect that Henry took both in his stride. As his Reader, it is as a clinician that I [Sir Cyril Clarke] remember him — I always attended his rounds and was amazed at the skilful way he logically unravelled difficult clinical problems, and how well he could hold his own in any branch of medicine. To the undergraduate his teaching and his lectures were a delight, and many generations remember him with affection.

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Brilliant as he was, it was hard work which contributed greatly to his success. Not for him the Friday exodus to Wales,

The playground for the grandiose Top Docs of Liverpool in a number of ways

but rather outpatients for many years on Saturday afternoons. He knew too the meaning of stress. His humble origins and rapid rise led to jealousies, and he once told me that anyone worth his salt must inevitably have enemies.

Dafydd used the same excuse to explain the sheer number of complaints about him and the constant scandal in which he found himself mired. It was merely a reflection of how marvellous Dafydd was. Other members of the gang were happy to extend the narrative to ‘no-one else but Dafydd would have given those bastards the time of day and now they’ve complained about him’.

I’ll explain the process. Any victim of the gang who raised their concerns re the dreadful conduct of a gang member would be Referred To Dafydd. Not only was that the Secret Signal to the rest of the world that they had Objected and dared speak up so were a great danger to the entire structure which depended upon the gang for its continuation, but once a Referral To Dafydd had been made, no other Top Doctor would treat that patient, not even if they, as I did, moved to London. I was Dafydd’s Patient. In London no less, never having once asked to see Dafydd, but having been unlawfully arrested and abducted by him. No-one else would treat Dafydd’s patients because of what they knew Dafydd was doing and what they might well be told if they did take over the care of one of Dafydd’s patients. So that was the trap. If, as I did – and Patient F as well – one openly spoke of one’s extraordinary Dafydd-related experiences and rolled around laughing, even just with one’s mates not even in the context of a formal complaint, it was noted down in triplicate and anything needed to smear or discredit one was said. Anything at all, no matter how untrue or frankly ludicrous. That then became ‘known’, because of course Angels and Top Docs Know About People and never, ever lie.

That is how I have held a nurse hostage, been in prison for attacking someone with a knife, stabbed and strangled Top Doctors, broke into Dafydd’s surgery ‘such that he thought that he would be killed there and then’, thrown a brick through his glass door at 3 am and sexually assaulted a psychiatrist. Me being in possession of documentation written and signed by this lot and their lawyers admitting that none of this is true and that there is no evidence for any of it does not matter.

Neither does it matter that I am in possession of documentation that has been forged by someone unknown to me that was found in the possession of the GMC, the Welsh Office and Gwynedd Health Authority/the NW Wales NHS Trust. See post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’.

The document in the possession of the GMC has parts of it forged IN MY HANDWRITING. I know that it is forged because the (very unusual) name of the Hergest whistleblower is repeatedly misspelled. I know how to spell his name, but his colleagues didn’t; they always misspelled it in the way that it is misspelled on that document. What seems to have happened is that the forgery is based on a letter that I did write to the GMC, but parts of the text have been altered. It’s what Gwynne did years previously but he did it with Tippex, Brown and I howled with laughter, so the GMC subsequently got their act together. I have other documents in my possession that I did write at the same time as that letter to the GMC and I have spelt the whistleblower’s name correctly on those. The letter that was found in the possession of the GMC is a high quality forgery. Before Vera Baird and Charlie Falconer cut my Legal Aid off, my lawyer had been discussing bringing in handwriting experts to examine those documents…

It is a complete farce, if a very dangerous one.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The forgery found in the possession of the GMC was compiled when Jane Hutt was Welsh Gov’t Minister for Health and was a corrupted version of a letter that I had written to the GMC about Dr Tony Roberts of the Hergest Unit.

The Waterhouse Report makes reference to a forged letter purporting to have been written by a young man in Risley Remand Centre heaping praise on Nefyn and June Dodd, who ran the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor – both friends of Dafydd’s – of whom this young man had complained. Waterhouse accepts that this letter is a forgery but leaves it at that. Never mind the implications of someone in Risley Remand Centre forging letters from the victims of people who were under police investigation for the abuse of scores of kids in care…

Dafydd’s gang were being helped by people in the security services who were rather more competent than Gwynne with his Tippex. Undercover recordings were also spliced and played to third parties as ‘evidence’. When I was working at St George’s, someone in Somerset swore blind that Brown had rung them up and told them that I had tried to kill myself. Brown had done no such thing and even if I had have tried to kill myself at that time, Brown would never have told that particular person. They certainly believed that it was Brown to whom they were speaking. Brown and I had been under surveillance for years, MI5 had bugged and tapped us, they knew Brown’s voice, his expressions, form of words etc. I am sure that the phone call was something to do with them. Particularly as it was made during the time when Tony and Sadie Francis were perjuring themselves in the High Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned, St George’s had forced me out of my job and Springfield Hospital had declared that they wouldn’t treat me because Dafydd was my doctor and I should go back to Wales.

There is a reference on a document written by Dr Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt occupational health physician at St George’s, with regard to someone at St George’s having breached confidence to someone known to me in Somerset. How St George’s ever got hold of the details of that person I don’t know, but then anything went, anything at all, intercepting post, bugging phones, accessing Gov’t databases, it was the Westminster Paedophile Ring and it had to be protected at all costs.

As for the smears levelled at people who had complained, it didn’t matter what they were like or who they were, they were smeared, insulted and blamed. Brown was an Armed Revolutionary, I was a variety of things depending upon what suited the gang at the time and one student at Bangor whom I would have thought was Wood’s dream patient was called ‘wet’ by Wood after her mother complained about Gwynne’s conduct towards her and was then described as being ‘weak’ by Tony Francis and ‘unable to cope independently’. She attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne. There was just excuse after excuse for these disastrous sex offenders, no matter what happened to whom. It was never ever anything that they had done. There was at least one male student who had an encounter with a sharp piece of glass after a meeting with Gwynne and another boy tried to jump off the Menai suspension bridge, so it wasn’t even a case of Madwomen In Attics.

In 1952 he was seriously ill with a coronary thrombosis over which, after several anxious weeks, he triumphed with characteristic intelligence.

Lord Cohen’s intellect was such that not only did he miss the international trafficking gang evolving on his doorstep but the Power Of His Mind dealt with a coronary.

Unlike most doctors, he strictly adhered to the medical advice he was given, and on recovery gave up his vast private practice

Although once Nye had established the NHS, like every other Top Doc Lord Henry was Doing It For The Poor, he just worked extra hard to cram in the teaching, the vast private practice, the committees and his many other commitments.

and dedicated himself to the national work of the organization and advancement of British medicine.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

He presided over countless committees and was a household name to general practitioners, who had good reason to bless the Cohen categories as they struggled with the drugs to be used in the NHS.

One of his most important scientific contributions arose by virtue of his chairmanship of the committee dealing with the organization of poliomyelitis vaccination in this country.

He also played a large part in the preparation of the reports on the medical care of epileptics

The care of epileptics was not anything to be boasted of until very recently. There was nothing at all done to dispel the myths, bigotry and misunderstanding in Lord Henry’s day, so one wonders what he was doing when he prepared those reports.

and on staphylococcal infections in hospital, to mention just two among many. His remarkable memory and powers of exposition made him a formidable figure in the councils of the Ministry of Health and the debt owed to him by successive Ministers and departmental heads was immense.

A ‘formidable figure’ of an old bastard. He was there to tell Enoch Powell what to do, then Dafydd’s mate Sir Kenneth Robinson when he was Minister of Health and then the King of the Swingers himself, Richard Crossman. Lord Henry will still have been giving out the orders when Dafydd’s mate David Ennals became Secretary of State for the DHSS and no doubt for years after that as well.

For these great administrative talents he was created a peer in 1956, the first physician from the provinces to be raised to the House of Lords. When he made his maiden speech on the subject of vivisection, Lord Silkin, deputy leader of the Opposition, said that he had never heard a more effective maiden speech in the House.

That was Lewis Silkin. The Silkins were a Labour Party dynasty of lawyers who were facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Lewis was the father of Sam and John Silkin. Sam served as MP for Dulwich and was Attorney General, 1974-79 and John was MP for Lewisham and at one point was lined up as a possible Labour Party Leader. The Silkins’ manor subsequently became the territory of Harriet, Tessa Jowell and Joan Ruddock. Dafydd’s partner gang was running the whole area and had established itself during the Silkins’ reign; the Wimmin did nothing to challenge what was happening. Lewis Silkin had another son Arthur, a civil servant. See previous posts for further info re the Silkins.

The Lancet of the day, in congratulating him on his title, spoke of ‘his union of quietness with brilliance, of delicacy with endurance’, and said of his advice to all the Ministers of Health since the NHS started that ‘no explorer of this part of medicine can go far without finding the tracks of some pioneer Cohen committee in the sand’.

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It was appropriate that his great grasp of medicine and his legalistic bent were harnessed together when he became president of the General Medical Council in 1961 and anyone reading his summings-up cannot fail to appreciate his humanity – the cold analyses of the facts were not followed up by harsh judgements.

‘I really must agree that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones has shown great forbearance, tolerance and compassion in the face of such a complex and difficult case and the fact that the patient did not live cannot in any way be attributed to Dr Jones loading them onto a coach after they had been lobotomised by the equally compassionate Dr Gwynne Williams and dumping them in Rhyl to starve to death. We must not be harsh in our judgement of practitioners such as Dr Jones who accept the most difficult of cases. No criticism can be levelled at Dr Jones in this case. Now, what is our next case today? Ah, the rape and murder of a patient by a Dr DA Jones and a Dr Gwynne Williams, now we need to examine the facts closely, we must not rush to judgement, the reputations of two eminent doctors are at stake here….’

Dr John Bodkin Adams, the notorious Top Doc from Sussex who stood trial for killing his patients and received enormous support from the BMA, the GMC, a few bent lawyers and Harriet Harman’s dad who acted as an expert witness for the defence although Harman gave his opinion on matters of which he had no experience, was struck off the Medical Register after his trial. Adams was reinstated in 1961, the year that Lord Henry became President of the GMC. It is believed that Bodkin Adams probably murdered numerous patients. See previous posts.

It is said that, during his presidency, the young increasingly came to regard him as symbolizing rigidity in the Establishment, but it may well be that when the dust has settled, his most criticized actions will be seen to have been fully justified.

‘The Young’ at the time of Lord Henry’s Presidency will not have been The Young who were at Woodstock, yet even they considered him intolerable.

Another honour which Cohen enjoyed shortly before his retirement was his election (in 1964) to the presidency of the Royal Society of Medicine. Here he took his place in a long line of distinguished men,

Such as Lord Max Rosenheim, Dafydd’s mate Lord John Walton the Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne and many others who gave loyal service to organised crime and the Westminster Paedophile Ring…

and he was awarded the gold medal of the Society in 1971. He received honorary degrees from several universities, and was an honorary fellow of many medical colleges and societies both at home and abroad. In 1970 he became chancellor of Hull University.

Outside medicine, his first love was the theatre, and he took an active part in the running of the Liverpool Playhouse.

Dafydd’s associates had a great many links with the entertainment scene in Liverpool as well as in Manchester. The paedophile gang’s folly which is Theatre Clwyd – the splendid creation of Ronnie Waterhouse’s mate T.M. Hadyn Rees, a former Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, which was/is much enjoyed by Hadyn Rees and his family and friends but has repeatedly pushed Clwyd County Council into dire financial straits (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even the Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’) – was a few years ago rescued from what looked like certain death by Terry Hands, a big name in theatre in Liverpool, who just happened to know a Clwyd County Councillor who was very culpable re the abuse of kids in care. See post ‘Workers Play Time’.

He personally helped to select the plays, and, as he was no starry-eyed intellectual but a shrewd business man, the Liverpool repertory company was one of the few in the country to make money.

Dafydd and his associates always target a lucrative market

His favourite theatre story was that when, as a small boy, he had taken the part of the first watchman in Much Ado About Nothing, it had been reported in the local press that ‘the first watchman had two lines to speak and both were inaudible’. His later distinction as an orator showed that the words of the critic had not fallen on stony ground.

On the subject of ‘Much Ado About Nothing’, previous posts have discussed how Tony Francis was a very much more acceptable face of Top Doctoring than Dafydd and co, but Francis was prone to sudden explosions of very unpleasant behaviour. In the event of patients walking away or threatening to complain, Angels would be on hand to beg them not to, Dr Francis was ill/in pain/stressed and was very sorry. Unbeknown to us, Francis was busy with a whole network of corrupt professional people conspiring to do various unpleasant things to those of us whom he knew were aware of some of the criminality of the gang. The first time that I had a confrontation with Francis was after he told me a whopper of a lie, got me out of the office and then refused to communicate further. So I arrived in person to ask for an explanation. He denied ever having said what he did say, so I just thought ‘oh well he’s not going to tell the truth here, there’s no point doing a ‘he said she said” and Francis then told me that he had arranged for me to see a ‘manager’ to resolve matters.

The manager was actually the corrupt old git Alun Davies, who in those days (Aug 1985) was a minor pen pusher who had recently arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd from George Thomas Central in the Rhondda. Francis escorted me up to Davies’s office, where I discovered that Davies had no idea, or claimed to have no idea, as to what was going on. So I said to Davies ‘Well would you like to ring Dr Francis to acquaint yourself with the situation’. Davies looked a bit perplexed and then rang Francis. Davies got as far as telling Francis who was ringing and that I was with him and Francis erupted into a rant so spectacular down the phone that I could hear every word. I don’t know whether Francis knew that. After this mega-rant, Francis finished by saying ‘well this is all a hurricane in a tea cup really, there is no problem’ and rang off. Davies was his usual gormless self and couldn’t answer any of my questions, so I left the building.

Although this was a hurricane in a tea cup and there was no problem, I now know that by then Francis had already begun writing letters to  the BMA and the MDU about this dangerous loony who had made terrible allegations about Gwynne…

I subsequently went to see Keith Best, then the Tory MP for Anglesey, which was where I lived. I have explained in previous posts that while I was in Francis’s office he snapped at me that I could complain to whoever I wanted, I could even go to the Secretary of State if I wanted, he wasn’t bothered. In retrospect, it was clear that Francis had himself gone to the Welsh Office as soon as he had received my letter questioning him, which was why Keith Best spent no more than four minutes listening to me before saying that oh yes, he’d write to the Welsh Office and kicking me out of the door.

Francis would have had good reason to get to the Welsh Office at speed. In July 1985 Mary Wynch won her appeal before the Master of the Rolls and began suing the gang. I only found out about that when I saw it in the London-based broadsheets just after I had confronted Francis…

This lot were in danger of being in deep, deep trouble and they knew it, despite all the allegations that ‘no-one knew’ and the belief of others that people weren’t believed ‘because they were psych patients/kids in care’. There were stacks of complaints, physical and sexual assaults, attempted suicides, completed suicides and third party witness accounts that were ignored as well. By the summer of 1985, Patient F had also found out that boys in care in Bangor were being mistreated and he had confronted social workers about it. By 1986, F had been fitted up for class A drugs and arson and after being detained in Risley was then unlawfully imprisoned by Dafydd in Denbigh for a year.

It was an enormous conspiracy to conceal that trafficking ring.

I have since been told that the security services recorded everything, including my meeting with Francis, as well as the previous meeting with him, so they had the evidence that it was he who had lied and then lied again and again when he denied the original comment. They recorded Francis recording me in secret – and no doubt other patients as well – and denying that he had done this.  They recorded his rant on the phone, they obviously knew that he had primed the Welsh Office as well and that absolutely everything was rigged. Because MI5 were the ones rigging it.

 

His other great love outside medicine was the collection of old silver, and when he was president of the Liverpool Medical Institution in 1954 his inaugural lecture on the subject delighted his medical and lay audience. As he said, it satisfied the intellect as well as the aesthetic senses as a leisure occupation. Nevertheless, his pastimes were not all intellectual;

Despite the towering intellects of the gang I could not help noticing the inconsistencies…

he enjoyed his television sporting programmes,

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and when talking to patients he always knew the results of the Reds and Blues football matches in Liverpool.

His publications included New Pathways in Medicine (1935); Nature, Method and Purpose of Diagnosis (1943); Sherrington: Physiologist, Philosopher and Poet (1958); and The Evolution of Modern Medicine (1958), besides numerous contributions to journals and medical books…

This toadying tribute to one of those who set Dafydd on the road to a life of serious crime that nobody at all would hinder was written by Sir Cyril Clarke. I’ll return to Cyril shortly.

It should be remembered that throughout the Lord Henry Cohen years, King of the Swingers Richard Crossman was at the highest levels of the British security services and Crossman’s own eccentric view of what were the important things in life – very high living for him and his mates, the bare minimum for everyone else, sex on tap from a variety of people whenever Crossman and his mates felt like it and as many lies as necessary on the part of Gov’t when they were caught with their trousers down as it were – was shared by many other people running the NHS and Social Services and indeed the rest of the Gov’t. The system was extraordinarily dysfunctional and the leading academics and Top Docs were routinely attributed with intellects and abilities that they simply often did not have, as I will illustrate shortly with reference to Cohen’s protege Cyril Clarke.

Crossman’s ‘Diaries’ are cluttered with references to his close friendships, dinners and visits to the opera and theatre with the very people who knew about the most serious criminality on the part of Dafydd and related gangs and who did nothing at all to stop it, although they occasionally maintained to be in despair at the refusal of Top Docs, Angels and civil servants in the DHSS to change their ways. Although professing to be in despair as the Top Docs just ignored Crossman’s requests for them to stop neglecting and abusing patients, Crossman had many a good dinner with them and was always happy to accept an invitation. In 1969 Crossman was invited to a ‘wonderful dinner’ at the London Hospital ‘by the junior doctors’ and they all had a great time. They were the junior docs who included William Asscher, Wendy Savage et al, or who were their colleagues, who expanded on the organised abuse at the London Hospital in partnership with Dafydd’s gang and when they became more senior Top Docs facilitated the huge trafficking ring and made it bombproof, as it was them sitting on the BMA, the GMC, the important committees and occupying posts as consultants, Chairs, Deans etc… Some, like Asscher, ended up running medical schools. See eg. ‘Error of Judgement?’

 

The King David Primary School in Liverpool are so proud of their former pupil Lord Henry that they have erected a Heritage Plaque to commemorate him. The King David Primary School tells us that:

Henry Cohen was a brilliant medical student and later professor at the University of Liverpool and was knighted for his pioneering work. He became one of the Queens doctors and helped create the National Health Service for which he received a peerage and took the title Lord Cohen of Birkenhead. He was a governor of this school. This stone was located in the Primary School.

So Lord Henry was another of Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates who was a Top Doc to Lilibet. You certainly know how to pick ’em Ma’am! I note that the King David Primary School have made a mistake. Lord Henry didn’t help create the NHS, there is every clue that he was a Top Doc who opposed it and it won’t have been for creating the NHS that he bagged his peerage. But the King David Primary School can’t really tell the little ones that Lord Henry the Queen’s Doc facilitated child abuse, particularly as he was a governor of the school.

There is a document available online written for Birkenhead School In Focus and OBS Bulletin for Summer 2013, by a former junior doc of Lord Henry’s, Michael Moreton, in which Moreton remembers Lord Henry:

Recollections of Lord Cohen of Birkenhead: “The Lord”
MICHAEL MORETON
My first year out of medical school, I had the honour of working as an
intern for one of the most distinguished physicians of his day, Lord
Cohen of Birkenhead (1900-1977). Henry Cohen’s life story is more
typical of America than Britain. The son of an impoverished Jewish
tailor, he attended university and medical school on scholarships and then
due to his intellectual brilliance had a meteoric rise through the
profession. He practised medicine in the days when diagnosis was made,
for the most part, on the patient’s account of the illness and what was
found on physical examination. More intellect and less technology were
involved in the process and in this process he was one of the stars.

By the time I became his house officer (1964), he was President of
the General Medical Council, the highest medical administrator in the
land,

That was why Gwynne was lobotomising away without a care in the world and Dafydd was running a trafficking gang.

and was one of the Queen’s Physicians. Definitely top of the heap.

In his mid-60s he was more of a politician and administrator than a
doctor. He was an incredibly impressive figure. Short and pink, a thick
mane of white hair, and a bearing that made him dominate a room. He
was always beautifully dressed and characteristically wore a rose or
orchid in his lapel. He had those old fashioned, courtly, somewhat
exaggerated good manners of his generation

The Lord was scheduled to make rounds on Tuesdays, but most
weeks the business of the nation kept him away.

  • The dung heap kept The Lord so busy that he didn’t usually even make it in on a Tuesday then.

The patients won’t have been told that The Lord was busy at the top of the dung heap. They’ll all have been warned for days that Lord Doctor will be coming to see you on Tuesday and they’ll have been got up and out of bed in their nightwear as was the custom at the time and they’ll have been waiting. All day. By about 5 pm an Angel will tell them that Lord Doctor was called to an emergency, they’ll have to wait until next week. No patient would have questioned this, they would all have took the view that well an emergency had to come first, I’m happy to wait, Lord Doctor will have saved a life, I’ve just waited a few hours.

When he did appear it was like a state visit. The ward was cleaned until it shone; the nurse lined up in the starched uniforms that were then the style.

Even better, as recently as the 1970s, the student Angels had to go and stand in the sluice when the consultant arrived on the ward. Everybody knew that this was madness, but still the routine was followed.

We, the junior medical staff, although feigning no interest in the circus-like atmosphere, were secretly delighted to be included in this big event.

They had to be, it was the one toadying opportunity and if it wasn’t grabbed with both hands, their doctoring would not get off the ground.

We would proceed from bed to bed, the patients were introduced,
their illnesses and their treatments related, and the great man asked to
comment. Rarely had he anything new to add;

The Lord may not have actually known his arse from his elbow, after all most of his time was spent with the dung heap, so the patients’ care will have been the responsibility of other people.

occasionally, we would pretend confusion so that he could clarify things for us, making the whole exercise look more meaningful than it really was.

Nobody was fooled except of course the patients and the writers of the Carry On films. In fact not all of them were, a lot of that genre eg. the Doctor In The House series, were written by Top Docs who had left medicine for comedy and they knew how grim the reality behind the jokes about enemas for the patients whom the Angels and Top Docs didn’t like was. It wasn’t enemas, it was sexual assaults, transfusions using infected blood, accidentally not administering sufficient pain relief for the most painful of conditions and the jackpot is not diagnosing a serious illness until it is too late to save the patient’s life. It is not a matter of bawdy japes, it is such vicious crime that no-one dares tell the truth.

Geoffrey Chamberlain was always jokingly compared to Sir Lancelot Spratt and Chamberlain encouraged this. The students’ parents loved it at graduation and Chamberlain would make sure that he always turned up with his special tankard with his rugger nickname engraved on it (‘Bodger’) and wearing his Doc Martens – from ‘Red Or Dead’, Prof’s son’s fashion chain!!! Bodger always let everybody know, it was a fantastic advert – and it was all one big Ooh Matron.

No-one told them that Bodger was facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring; no-one told me and I was working for him, although I knew that some of his colleagues were doing appalling things.

At the end of the visit with each patient, the Lord would grasp the patient’s hands in his, stare into their eyes, and whisper words of comfort.

Some patients are a little iffy about that sort of excess but patients are pretty good really, they’re not all ambulance chasing bastards who Assault The Angels and they just put it down to eccentricity.

After seeing the last patient, he would thank us and congratulate us on our work, always managing to find some small area in which he felt improvement could be made.

Which was rather insulting of The Lord, considering that he was usually too busy at the top of the dung heap to turn up for ward rounds and everybody else was doing his work.

He would then depart in his Rolls Royce,

This was after Nye had Done It For The Poor

and we would go to the cafeteria for our greasy lunch. We would return to the ward after lunch and what we found there always puzzled and annoyed us. Everybody looked better! There was a buzz of conversation and laughter; patients who had been claiming weakness and fatigue were up walking, talking, and asking when they could go home. They were on the phone telling family members in distant parts of the country about their brush with greatness and repeating endlessly the words that the old man had spoken to them.

The writer of this account is describing the sort of scenes that Top Docs like The Lord routinely elicited in teaching hospitals in the 1960s. What was fascinating at Denbigh was that the Angels desperately tried to summon up this sort of atmosphere around Dafydd. I gained the impression that not so long previously Dafydd was indeed treated like The Lord when he condescended to turn up at the decaying prison which was Denbigh, although being Dafydd it would be gone midnight and he’d be straight in the women’s dorm. I was told of a suppressed inspection report re Denbigh which made reference to the dreadful ‘atmosphere’ in which some very lucky patients would be permitted to occasionally ‘touch the hem of Dr DA Jones’s cloak’.

There were still rumours of inspection reports of Denbigh making reference to the ‘atmosphere’ well into the 1980s. Of course there was an ‘atmosphere’, numerous victims of a sex abuse gang had been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned, it wasn’t a secret. I wrote no end of letters about it to every appropriate authority and Mary Wynch sued the bastards and they even fessed up. Yet no-one would even investigate my complaints for years and when they were finally forced to, lies were told, documentary evidence of serious crime was ignored and the conclusion was that I was Dangerous and had Harassed poor old Dafydd to a near nervous breakdown. The complaint was investigated by Dafydd’s mates, fellow traffickers Prof Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry and they had been appointed by Dafydd’s other mate, Prof Robert Owen, the Medical Ombudsman who had himself been appointed by the Welsh Office – who were concealing the ring and had done for years – and was the Prof of Surgery at er Liverpool. Another pal of Lord Henry’s! See eg. ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’ and ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’.

By the time that Dafydd had abducted and imprisoned me, the patients just weren’t impressed with him, no matter how hard the Angels tried to talk him up. Opinion fell into the categories of ‘he’s a big wanker’ (to quote one splendidly spot-on patient), ‘he’s a complete bastard’ or of course both.

[Ed’s note: the term ‘big wanker’ was inaccurate in one respect. Dafydd is a little wanker.]

Ooh they don’t know their own minds and no-one else would bother with People Like That but Dr DA…

It was more than we could bear. We had worked so hard for them. What did they think he had done for them? Nothing, as far as we could see.

Exactly. The junior docs had done the lot.

Of course, we missed the point. What had happened was that they had touched the magic.

No, they had been duped by the lies that everyone had told about The Lord.

 

The Lord, and the doctors of his generation, had come into practice
in a world without CT scanners, magnetic resonance imaging, or
ultrasound. A world without cardiac or transplantation surgery. A world
without antibiotics or insulin. Theirs was a world in which physician
had fewer tools with which to influence the course of the diseases that
they treated. Often the only tool that they had at their disposal was their
ability to raise the determination of the patient to improve and survive.
They were the cheerleaders for the body’s ability to heal itself. They
considered it to be their duty to give their patients an optimistic outlook
in order to will themselves better. The power of the physician’s
personality was an important part of the healing process.

That is another lie. Most of these Top Docs did not have ‘powerful personalities’ anymore than Michael Grade is a charismatic leader because he wears matching socks and braces. It’s a load of cobblers; some Top Docs did their best and were respected for it but The Lord et al were conmen, as simple as that. They were such powerful conmen that no-one dared expose them, everybody was tied into the lies.

Now things have changed.

Not enough. Things are falling apart because of the decades of lies.

We have convinced ourselves that we must examine every problem from a purely scientific perspective. We see and listen to a patient’s symptoms, examine them, order laboratory work, and decide on the treatment.

There are still lies told throughout the system at every level.

We give them a prescription, but, as we do so, we tell them that this pill may not work, that there is a small chance it will make them worse, and, finally, we tell them of its many side effects.

That’s what you’re supposed to do. A lot of Top Docs still don’t.

They pick up the medication from the pharmacy and it comes with the “Patient Information Leaflet”. This document was written not by doctors but by the company’s lawyer.

Quite true. Dr David Healy has spent his career publicising this sort of thing and he is loathed by his Top Doc colleagues as well as Big Pharma.

Its purpose is to protect the company. It lists every possible thing that could possibly happen so that the patient will have no grounds for complaint if anything should happen.

It also is very useful for protecting Top Docs.

This hardly sets the stage for making the patient believe that they are
going to recover. It encourages the concept of the body as one great
biochemical machine, one whose working can be altered by adding a few
chemicals, rather than being a very personal thing whose performance is
affected by the drive and determination of the inner being as much as by
the medications.

I take the point, but I don’t like being lied to by dimwits about Medicines That Will Make Me Better and people have been daft enough to try that. I appreciate a bit of info.

Compare what would have happened in my Chief’s day. The doctor would have pressed the prescription into the patient’s hand. Stared into their eyes and told them that recovery was certain.

It was years of this that caused patients to refuse to have their kids vaccinated and instead get the healing crystals out. They could not believe anything that they were told by Top Docs.

How different from today. First of all, that pressing, staring routine could get you
reported for harassment.

No chance Doc, Gwynne did the most outrageous things and not one complaint was investigated, Dafydd turned up in the women’s dorms in the middle of the night with no trousers and he’s still on the Medical Register at nearly 90 yrs old, you know as well as I that you would never be reported for harassment over a bit of staring. You might offend someone, but their complaint would be ignored, along with the dozens that were made about Dafydd doing a lot more than staring.

Next, the assurances could be regarded as being “in excess of statistically projected outcomes” and as such could be ruled to be misleading and encouraging unrealistic expectations.

The chances of this actually happening are zilch. Top Doc Sir Roy Meadow made up stats in the witness box at murder trials after he had invented a mental illness and innocent people went to prison as a result, quite a few of them. It was years before they were released and although Meadow was eventually struck off, he appealed and was reinstated. See previous posts.

What has happened is that we have lost The Magic, or rather we
have given it away.

We have lost the sort of nonsense that surrounded The Lord but it has been replaced with equally dangerous nonsense. Get Screened Or You Will Die! Eat Your Five A Day! There Is No Safe Level Of Wine For A Woman!

There is a hunger for it to be returned. There is an enormous upsurge in alternative medicine.

Because people are so disillusioned with the Top Docs.

The sale of traditional Asian medicines is a billion-dollar industry.

Indeed, it is as ruthless a marketing technique as any used by Big Pharma.

This is partly based on an understandable feeling that this is a branch of healing that has been insufficiently explored in the West. It is also based on a perception that the major drug companies are multinational corporations with little
interest in the sufferings of the individual.

That is true of Big Pharma and of the medical establishment.

The increasing depersonalization of care brought on by some of the changes in medical care has left patients with a need for more comfort, a need for a little
magic,

Being lied to by and about a very rich conman who is colluding with patient harm and serious crime is not something that we should feel nostalgia for.

a need which is answered at the local herbal store…

A whole new scam opened up as the Top Docs were found to have feet of clay.

The only reference that I can find to a Dr Michael Moreton is a Dr Michael Moreton, the Bangkok Hospital’s International Medical Coordinator, who has made a You Tube clip re the marketing potential of America for Medical Tourism. He is English and is of the right age to be the writer of the above contribution. It would not be surprising to find an associate of Dafydd’s Big Umbrella to be involved with a hospital in Bangkok, after all Moreton was on the scene in Liverpool when that trafficking ring rapidly expanded.

 

The Jewish Medical Association’s website advertises the Henry Cohen Visiting Professorship:

The Henry Cohen Visiting Professorship scheme was founded in memory of Lord Cohen, who was one of Britain’s most distinguished neurologists and who was for many years President of the General Medical Council. Lord Cohen took a keen interest in the development of the Israeli medical schools, and of Israeli medicine. Therefore the aim of the Henry Cohen Visiting Professor scheme is to promote links between medicine in the two countries.

The Professorship is awarded annually to one of the leading members of the medical profession in Britain.

Professor Dame Parveen Kumar – 2017

Professor Sir Robert Lechler – 2016

Professor Terence Stephenson – 2015

Professor Sir Leszek Borysiewicz – 2014

Professor Michael Arthur – 2013

Sir Mark Walport – 2012

Prof Sir Michael Rawlins – 2011

Prof Sir John Bell – 2010

Prof Sir Peter Rubin – 2009

Nearly all of the holders of the Henry Cohen Visiting Professorship have starred on this blog…

 

Edwina Currie grew up in an Orthodox Jewish family in south Liverpool and Edwina’s brother is called Henry Cohen. I have no idea if Edwina is in any way related to Lord Henry, but Edwina did of course note in her Diary that Sir Peter Morrison was a ‘pederast’ and one of Edwina’s diary entries referred to her being ‘frightened’ because of the lengths to which Thatch was prepared to go to keep Morrison’s child abusing under wraps. See previous posts. Edwina only published her Diaries many years later, after the people whom Edwina feared might get ‘hurt’ did get hurt. See previous posts. It was my friends and I Edwina, our careers and lives were destroyed and one of us was murdered.

Edwina knew about Jimmy Savile as well, she was a Minister in the Dept of Health when he was given that management job at Broadmoor. Edwina took the rap publicly for appointing him, but it was Trumpers who actually made the appointment, although Edwina thought that it was a good idea. Edwina knew that the UK’s NHS and social care sector were saturated with serious organised crime. See posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’.

Edwina has been on the scene of many of the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. She served as a Councillor in Birmingham, then as an MP in Derbyshire and as a Minister in the Dept of Health. She also had that fling with John Major while he was orchestrating a huge cover-up. By going public on her affair with Major, Edwina made herself look dreadful – an old slapper who had ratted because she was cross that she hadn’t received a mention in Major’s autobiography – while Major told everyone that he felt awful about betraying poor old Norma and was perceived to be a remorseful decent man who’d made a mistake. Which he might well have, but the huge cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry was not a mistake.

John Major’s son married a ‘page 3 girl’ as I remember. I haven’t had time to go digging there yet and although I am quite prepared to accept that Major’s daughter-in-law may have been in that line of business as a result of free will and was never coerced or exploited, Dafydd’s gang intersected with soft porn and the topless models industry. It was one of their strategies for getting young people involved with the much nastier aspects of their business interests. Furthermore the tabloids who were publishing those topless photos knew about Dafydd et al and never published a word. In the interests of fairness I will make the point that Clare Short, the anti-page 3 campaigner, knew all about Dafydd et al – her husband was one of those who had colluded with everything at the Home Office – as well and so did Ben Elton, who at the time was doing his Feminist Man bit and questioning the presence of page 3 in the nation’s newspapers. See previous posts re Clare Short and Ben Elton.

As the arguments raged about page 3 and the exploitation of women, the boys targeted by Dafydd’s gang were used to make child porn for the gay male market with added bestiality for extras.

None of you come out of this covered in glory do you? I was a Woman who was targeted by that bunch of mobsters and you ALL ignored me and as for those poor boys, well you wouldn’t even acknowledge that they could have been targeted, because they turned into Men and by definition they’ll have been a problem.

 

Lord Henry’s protege Sir Cyril Clarke who wrote the toadying tribute to Henry was yet another senior colleague of this man at Liverpool:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Sir Cyril Astley Clarke (22 August 1907-21 November 2000) was a Top Doctor, geneticist and lepidopterist who was honoured for his pioneering work on prevention of Rh disease of the newborn and also for his work on the genetics of the Lepidoptera (butterflies and moths). 

Cyril Clarke was born in 1907 in Leicester and received his school education at Wyggeston Grammar School for Boys, Leicester and at Oundle. A number of people who concealed organised abuse in Leicester and in other places went to Wyggeston Grammar. See previous posts. Oundle comes up again and again; past pupils included: Sir Cough Williams-Ellis, Bertrand Russell’s friend and the central figure in the Welsh Bloomsbury Group who gathered at Cwm Croseor and utilised the services provided by Dafydd and Gwynne; Sir Kenneth Robinson, Dafydd’s mate who was Health Minister, 1964-68 and who played a leading role in MIND when Dafydd effectively ran that organisation; and Micky Wynn aka Lord Newborough, a member of the wider network protecting Dafydd et al. Oundle educated many others who became well-known and influential and who were happy to assist the gang by providing good PR, becoming figureheads of organisations that the gang were using as a vehicle etc eg. Sir Peter Scott. See previous posts for details of Oundle stars.

Cyril Clarke’s interest in butterflies and moths began at school. He studied natural science at Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge, graduating in 1929 and then medicine at Guy’s, graduating in 1932. Dafydd’s mate Prof Robert Owen followed the path of medicine at Guy’s and then Top Doctoring at Liverpool. Robert Owen was younger than Clarke but undoubtedly knew him and worked in the same Liverpool hospitals as Clarke.

During WW II Clarke worked as a medical specialist in the RNVR and reached the rank of Lieutenant Commander. Yet another one of the RNVR crowd – along with Gwynne the lobotomist – who knew about Mountbatten, the gay spies in the Admiralty etc. See post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

After the war Clarke worked as a registrar at the Queen Elizabeth Hospital in Birmingham and then as Consultant Physician at the United Liverpool Hospitals. In 1963 Clarke was appointed Director of the Nuffield Unit of Medical Genetics based at the University of Liverpool and in 1965 was made Professor of Medicine. He held these posts until his retirement in 1972. In retirement Clarke served as President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1972-77.

Clarke became famous for helping to develop the technique of giving Rh-negative women inter-muscular injections of anti-RhD antibodies during pregnancy to prevent Rh disease in their newborn babies.

Clarke answered an advert in an insect magazine for swallowtail butterfly pupae that had been placed by biologist Philip Sheppard. They met and began working together in their common interest of lepidoptery. From 1959 Clarke and Sheppard started running a moth trap in Caldy Common near West Kirby, Wirral. They studied the peppered moth, the scarlet tiger moth and the swallowtail butterfly. Clarke and Sheppard published papers on the genetics of Lepidoptera and also on Rh disease. Clarke continued the research in his retirement and in 1988 he rediscovered a scarlet tiger moth colony in West Kirby that had been started in 1961 by Philip Sheppard. The colony was useful for study of the genetics of changes in populations.

Cyril Clarke married Frieda (or Féo) in 1934. Lady Clarke died in 1998 and Cyril Clarke died in 2000. They had three sons, one of whom is a consultant neurologist.

  • A summary of Sir Cyril Clarke’s highlights:
  • WW II – Medic in RNVR
  • 1947 to 1958 – Part-time Clinical Lecturer at Liverpool University, England.
  • 1958 to 1965 – Reader at Liverpool University, England.
  • 1965 to 1972 – Professor of Medicine at Liverpool University, England. Later, Honorary Nuffield Research Fellow, Department of Genetics and Emeritus Professor of Medicine, University of Liverpool. Director, Research Unit, Royal College of Physicians of London.
  • 1967 – Lumleian lecture to Royal College of Physicians on Prevention of Rh-Haemolytic Disease
  • 1969 – CBE
  • 19 March 1970 – FRS
  • 1972 to 1977 – President of the Royal College of Physicians
  • 1974 – Knighted
  • 1977 – Gairdner Foundation International Award
  • 1980 – Lasker Award – Prof Cyril Clarke, together with Dr Ronald Finn, Dr John Gorman, Dr Vincent Freda, and Dr William Pollack were jointly awarded the Albert Lasker Award for Clinical Medical Research for their pioneering work on the rhesus blood group system, the role of rhesus D antibodies in the causation of Rh disease and the prevention of Rh disease.
  • 1981 – Linnean Medal from the Linnean Society of London.
  • 1990 – Buchanan Medal from the Royal Society of the UK for work on haemolytic disease of the newborn.
  • 1992 – Honorary Degree given by the College of William and Mary, Williamsburg, Virginia, United States.

Cyril Clarke served as President of the Royal College of Physicians, 1972-77. He was preceded as President by Lord Max Rosenheim and succeeded by Sir Douglas Black, both people who were among the most powerful Top Docs in Britain who actively facilitated the Westminster Paedophile Ring and concealed the associated criminality. See previous posts.

 

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ online pays tribute to Sir Cyril Clarke:

b.22 August 1907 d.21 November 2000
KBE(1974) CBE(1969) MRCP(1935) MD(1937) FRCP(1949) ScD(1963) FRCOG(1970) FRS(1970) Hon DSc Edin(1971) Hon DSc Leicester(1971) FRACP(1973) FRCPI(1973) FRSA(1973) Hon DSc East Anglia(1973) FFCM(1974) FACP(1974) Fellow Ceylon College of Physicians(1974) Hon DSc Birm(1974) Hon DSc Liverp(1974) Hon DSc Sussex(1974) FRCP Edin(1975) FRCPC(1977) Hon DSc Hull(1977) Hon DSc Wales(1978) Hon DSc Lond(1980) FLS(1981) Hon FRCP Edin(1981) Hon FRCPath(1981) Hon FRSocMed(1982) Hon DSc College of William and Mary(1992) Hon FRCPCH(1997) FIBiol

The passing of Cyril Clarke marked the end of the era of great medical all rounders. His career as a clinician ranged through life insurance practice, medical specialist in the navy, consultant physician and later professor of medicine in Liverpool, and, finally, President of the Royal College of Physicians of London. His research contributions were equally broad based, spanning his classical work on mimicry in swallow-tailed butterflies to his enquiry into longevity by tracing and studying the lifestyles of centenarians who had received congratulatory messages from the Queen.

He was one of the first in this country to appreciate that medical genetics, far from being a discipline which focuses on rare and esoteric diseases, has a major role to play across every aspect of day-to-day clinical practice. This led him to establish the Nuffield unit for medical genetics in Liverpool, which became a stable for many who went on to develop this field throughout the United Kingdom and elsewhere.

Cyril Clarke’s most important contribution to medicine however, and one that reflects his flair and willingness to explore problems which were often outside his field of expertise, was his inspiring leadership of the Liverpool team that discovered how to prevent rhesus haemolytic disease of the newborn, one of the major advances in preventative medicine of the last half of the twentieth century. This work typified his unwillingness to be deterred by the gloomy prognostications of experts in their fields, who often told him that his thinking was way off the mark, and his instinctive gift for what Sir Peter Medawar called ‘the art of the possible’, reflected in his ability for sensing the quality of his younger colleagues and the science that they were pursuing.

Cyril Astley Clarke’s father, Astley Vavasour Clarke, was a physician at the Leicester Royal Infirmary and one of the first to use X-rays in this country; his grandfather was senior surgeon to the same hospital.

He was educated at Oundle, Caius College, Cambridge, and Guy’s Hospital Medical School. After three years in life insurance practice, which allowed him time to indulge in his passion for sailing, he enrolled as a medical officer in the RNVSR and served throughout the war in the navy, ending his service by writing one of his first papers, on the neurological complications of malnutrition that he observed in British prisoners of war in Hong Kong.

After the war Cyril moved to Liverpool where he became consultant physician at the David Lewis Northern Hospital. Despite busy hospital and private practices he, together with his long-time friend and collaborator P M Shepherd [sic], began a series of classical experiments on the genetics of swallow-tailed butterflies, work which later stimulated his interest in medical genetics. The success of the team of young clinical research workers that built up round him left him less time for his clinical practice, and he was appointed reader in medicine at the University of Liverpool and, in 1963 on the retirement of Henry Cohen, he became professor of medicine, a post which he held until 1972. He founded the Nuffield unit of medical genetics, which he directed from 1963 to 1972.

On the year of his retirement he was elected President of the Royal College of Physicians of London, a post he held with great distinction and flair until 1977. From 1977 to 1983 he served as director of the College’s medical services study group, and from 1983 to 1988 was director of its research unit. Among his many other activities he served as president of the Royal Entomological Society and, a post which pleased him almost as much as PRCP, president of the British Mule Society. He spent his later retirement in Liverpool continuing his work on the genetics of butterflies and in a characteristically broad range of medical research.

Cyril was a caring if slightly eccentric clinician, very much of the old school, who believed in minimal intervention. His advice to his new house staff on the use of drugs came, he claimed, straight from the mouth of one of his teachers at Guy’s, who, as he got older, restricted his personal pharmacopoeia to morphia and sodium bicarbonate, and was not too liberal with the bicarbonate.

As professor of medicine he led his department with a light touch, preferring to let bright youngsters go their own way, but always around if they needed support. His remarkable flair and enthusiasm, and his ability to sniff out talent and to pick research areas of importance, was undoubtedly the major factor which led to the wonderful achievement of the rhesus team, and to the success of the department of medicine at Liverpool and its major influence on the development of medical genetics.

As a person Cyril was a complex mixture. He was a life-long schoolboy, constantly bubbling with enthusiasm and new ideas, and yet at the same time he could appear to be rather distant, so that his students and junior staff sometimes found him difficult to approach and a little terrifying. This was undoubtedly a reflection of his innate shyness; as they got to know him better his extraordinary warmth became apparent.

Shyness was the only possible explanation for Cyril’s er terrifying qualities.

He was extremely loyal to his staff and supported them throughout their careers, usually behind the scenes and often without their knowledge.

In 1935 he married Frieda, or Feo, as she was always known. Feo became an integral part of all Cyril’s work and his many other activities, which ranged from crewing for him in his annual small-boat racing, not a relaxing pastime since Cyril had been an Olympic trialist and hated losing, to breeding swallow-tailed butterflies in captivity. It was a remarkable partnership; Cyril never fully recovered after Feo’s death in 1997. They were survived by three sons, one of whom is a consultant neurologist.

Cyril’s work was widely recognised. He was elected FRS and received many national and international awards. At the age of 88 years, still busy at his research, he wrote that he would very much like to know why butterflies have an XX chromosome complement in males and XY in females, yet the latter live much longer than the tempestuous XX males. ‘God moves in a mysterious way’ he concluded. Certainly there can have been few more mysterious phenomena than the multifaceted talents, flair, and complexity and warmth of character of the man who wrote these words.

This tribute to the paedophiles’ friend which was the terrifying but shy at heart polymath Sir Cyril was penned by Sir David Weatherall.

Sir Cyril’s Torygraph obituary of 30 Nov 2000 noted that ‘His most successful house physician was David Weatherall, who became Regius Professor of Medicine at Oxford and founder of the Institute of Molecular Medicine.’

Following the war [Sir Cyril] became a medical registrar in Birmingham. He was then invited to apply for a consultant post at the David Lewis Northern Hospital in Liverpool.

Sir Cyril was needed!

As well as his work at Liverpool University, Liverpool Royal Infirmary and Liverpool Broadgreen Hospital:

Professor Clarke’s life long interest in butterflies led to his perfection of a technique of hand mating them and he was able to produce rare hybrids. This unusual feat came to the attention of Philip Sheppard, a brilliant young lecturer in Oxford, who initially did not believe what he saw. They became friends and Sheppard was attracted to Liverpool, where he soon became Professor of Genetics.

The two men continued to work together on the evolution of mimicry in swallowtail butterflies and also extended the work of H.B.D. Kettlewell… It was a natural progression to extend the genetic research into medicine and the first studies were on the influence of the ABO blood groups on the risk of developing peptic ulcers. The inheritance of butterfly coat colour and pattern is controlled by a group of linked genes called polygenes. This led to an interest in Rhesus blood groups in man, which have a similar method of inheritance. Rhesus blood groups are associated with a potentially fatal condition called Rh Haemolytic Disease… The culmination of the Rhesus work was the development of a method to prevent Rh Haemolytic disease. This has been in general use since about 1975 and has been responsible for saving several hundred thousand lives.

Who counted I wonder?

The Guardian too remembered Sir Cyril on the occasion of his death:
The death of Sir Cyril Clarke, at the age of 93, marks the end of the era of great medical all-rounders. His career as a clinician ranged through life insurance practice, medical specialist in the navy, consultant physician, professor of medicine at Liverpool University, and, finally, president of the Royal College of Physicians.

His research contributions spanned his classical work on mimicry in swallow-tailed butterflies to his inquiry into longevity based on tracing the lifestyles of centenarians who had received congratulatory messages from the Queen. He was one of the first in this country to appreciate that medical genetics, far from being a discipline which focuses on rare and esoteric diseases, has a major role to play across every aspect of day-to-day clinical practice. This led him to establish the Nuffield unit for medical genetics in Liverpool, which became a stable for many in this new field.

Another Top Doc who played a leading role in concealing serious criminality – including on the part of Dafydd and the gang – who was responsible for launching the careers of a whole crop of other Top Docs who subsequently occupied some of the most senior positions in medicine in the UK and elsewhere, thus all happy to keep their lips sealed throughout every investigation and inquiry.

Clarke’s most important contribution to medicine, however, and one that reflects his flair and willingness to chance his arm in problems which were often outside his field of expertise, was his inspiring leadership of the Liverpool team that discovered how to prevent rhesus haemolytic disease of the newborn, one of the major advances in preventative medicine of the last half century. This work typified his unwillingness to be deterred by the gloomy prognostications of experts, who often said his thinking was way off the mark, and his instinctive gift for what Sir Peter Medawar called “the art of the possible”.

The son of Astley Vavasour Clarke, a physician at Leicester Royal infirmary (and one of the first to use X-rays in this country)…

The organised abuse and criminality in Leicester went back generations as well… Astley Vavasour Clarke will have known Greville Janner’s dad, Barnett Janner, who held Greville’s Parliamentary seat before Greville did.

After three years in life insurance practice, which allowed him time to indulge his passion for sailing,

I haven’t quite got to the bottom of this yet

he served throughout the war as a medical officer in the navy, ending his service by writing one of his first papers, on the neurological complications of malnutrition that he observed in British prisoners-of-war in Hong Kong.

He then moved to Liverpool, where he became consultant physician at the David Lewis northern hospital. Despite busy hospital and private practices he, together with his long-time friend and collaborator PM Sheppard, began a series of classical experiments on the genetics of swallow-tailed butterflies, work which later stimulated his interest in medical genetics.

The success of his team of young, clinical research workers left less time for his clinical practice. He was appointed reader in medicine at the University of Liverpool, and, in 1963, became professor of medicine… He founded the Nuffield unit of medical genetics, which he directed from 1963 to 1972…

From 1977 to 1983, Clarke was director of the college’s medical services study group, and, from 1983 to 1988, director of its research unit. Among many other activities, he served as president of the Royal Entomological Society and, much to his delight, president of the British Mule Society. He spent his later retirement in Liverpool, continuing his work on the genetics of butterflies, and in a characteristically broad range of medical research….

As professor of medicine, Clarke led his department with a light touch, preferring to let bright youngsters go their own way, but always around if they needed support. His remarkable flair and enthusiasm, and his ability to sniff out talent and to pick research areas of importance, was undoubtedly the major factor which led to the wonderful achievement of the rhesus team, and to the success of the Liverpool department as a major influence on the development of medical genetics…

In 1935, Clarke married Frieda, or Feo, as she was always known, who became an integral part of his work and other activities, ranging from crewing for him on his annual small-boat racing – not a relaxing pastime as Cyril had been an Olympic trialist and hated losing – to breeding swallow-tailed butterflies in captivity. It was a remarkable partnership and he never fully recovered from her death in 1998. They are survived by three sons.

Cyril’s work was widely recognised. He was elected a fellow of the Royal Society, and received many national and international awards…

Sir Cyril Astley Clarke, physician and clinician, born August 22 1907; died November 21 2000.

In Feb 2000 the Waterhouse Report had been published, the huge cover-up of the years of serious criminality of which Cyril Clarke and so many of his colleagues and associates had been a part.

 

Cyril also stars on the MDDUS site:

AN interest in butterflies formed the rather unlikely basis for one of the 20th century’s most significant discoveries in preventive medicine. Sir Cyril Astley Clarke’s breakthrough is credited with saving hundreds of thousands of lives since it was first used around 1975 – and it all began with his interest in lepidoptery. The Leicester-born physician and geneticist built on his research into the inheritance of wing patterns in butterflies to eventually develop a method of preventing Rh Haemolytic disease of the newborn.

The life-saving method – which involves administering antibody injections during pregnancy – was developed by Sir Cyril and his team with a little help from his wife Frieda (known as Féo to her family). It was said to have been Féo’s suggestion to inject Rh antibodies – the very things which cause Rh – that proved the key to successfully preventing the disease.

This snippet of info is crucial. It was Clarke’s wife Feo who was actually behind the success that led to the world’s adulation of this polymath. Although Clarke has been hailed as a hero of many scientific domains, the advance with which he was credited which undoubtedly did save lives although no-one can be sure how many was the work which was actually that of his wife. She is barely mentioned in the accounts of Sir Cyril’s ground-breaking genius in this field. We know that she was made of uncomplaining stern stuff however, because of her role as Cyril’s handmaiden in all that Olympic-level sailing…

Numerous accolades followed this landmark achievement including a CBE in 1969, a knighthood in 1974 and the Albert Lasker Award for Clinical Medical Research in 1980. Latterly, he was awarded the Linnean Medal in 1981 by the Linnean Society of London and the Buchanan Medal in 1990 from the Royal Society “for his innovative studies on haemolytic disease of the newborn which culminated in new therapies leading to the elimination of this major foetal disease”.

Although it was his wife who did it.

He was also president of the Royal College of Physicians while in retirement from 1972 to 1977.

Yet another cheating, lying Top Doc who played a major role in concealing organised abuse and the associated criminality to hold the position of President…

Sir Cyril was born in 1907 and educated at Oundle, Cambridge and Guy’s Hospital where he qualified in 1932. After a number of staff appointments at Guy’s he worked in medical insurance and sailed at the weekends at Itchenor, West Sussex where he first met Féo. They married in 1934 and had three sons. In a touching tribute at her funeral in 1998, he wrote a note on her coffin which read: “The prettiest girl in Sussex.”

And a better scientist than Cyril, even though he bagged all the credit and all the awards and gongs for her suggestion and discovery. She probably actually did all the work as well…

…After the war, he became a medical registrar in Birmingham and later a consultant at the David Lewis Northern Hospital in Liverpool. His life appeared set for NHS practice in Liverpool with private rooms in Rodney Street. But in the 1950s, his interests turned to genetics and he developed his lifelong passion for lepidoptera. In 1958 he became reader in medicine at the University of Liverpool and in 1963 he established and directed the university’s Nuffield Unit of Medical Genetics and two years later he was made professor of medicine. He held the latter two posts until his retirement in 1972.

Sir Cyril’s research contributions were broad and he perfected a technique of hand mating butterflies which enabled him to produce rare hybrids. This remarkable feat attracted the attention of Philip Sheppard, a brilliant young lecturer in Oxford who moved to Liverpool as professor of genetics.

Another genius! A genius who of course when first presented with those rare hybrids which Cyril had produced by hand mating butterflies ‘could not believe’ what he was seeing…

The two men worked together in the early 1950s on the evolution mimicry in swallowtail butterflies and also extended the work of HBD Kettlewell by studying the black and peppered moths on the Wirral peninsula.

Bernard Kettlewell was later famously accused of a huge research fraud re those peppered moths…

Their genetic research naturally progressed into medicine

Read up on the subject. There was no natural progression from moth genetics into the work on medical genetics conducted by Clarke’s wife for which Clarke became famous.

and the first studies were on the influence of the ABO blood groups on the risk of developing peptic ulcers. They had noted the inheritance of butterfly coat colour and pattern was controlled by a group of linked genes called polygenes. This led to Clarke’s interest in Rhesus blood groups in man, which have a similar method of inheritance.

It is ridiculous to maintain that studying the effect of polygenes in butterflies would spark off an interest in specific medical conditions in humans that just happened to be caused by polygenes. We are dealing with an unscrupulous Top Doctor here who ‘hated losing’, who fancied himself as a polymath yet was told by other people that his ideas were way off the mark, who claimed to have achieved things which other people could not believe and who was the right hand man of the cheating, lying Lord Doctor Henry Cohen and who worked in a constellation of Top Docs involved in criminality who would do and say anything to achieve Greatness. Re an interest in ‘polygenes’: I am in possession of a leg in which I could be interested and thousands of other creatures are in possession of a leg. The commonality is indeed ‘leg’ but that could be the only commonality…

The culmination of the work of Clarke and his team was the eventual discovery of the pioneering Rh disease prevention method

Except that it was Clarke’s wife who made the discovery

which involved giving Rh-negative women inter-muscular injections of anti-RhD antibodies during pregnancy to prevent Rh disease in their newborn babies. The achievement was of great importance and typified Sir Cyril’s flair and willingness to tackle problems that were sometimes outside his field of expertise.

Cyril’s expertise was in an area of moth genetics which later became famous for fraudulent work; the Rh work was indeed outside of his field of expertise but his wife knew what she was doing. So she did it and Clarke reaped the rewards and offered it as an example of his endless expertise. Cyril Clarke performed Magic, just like his mentor, Lord Henry. People did know that it was Feo who was behind the impressive advance which was the Rh work but they just didn’t flag it up in the face of Cyril and his mates waxing lyrical about their own brilliance.

Everyone in science is familiar with the Cyril Clarkes of the world and it is incredible to witness how they pull off the deceptions. They can be bagging all the goodies in public yet behind the scenes everyone is saying ‘well we know who really did that work don’t we’. The usual explanation for the success of the Cyrils is that they are prepared to trample anyone to death in their stampede to the top of the dung heap; that is a key skill required, but two other factors are usually also present ie. the knowledge of great wrongdoing on the part of Someone Big and an influential family. Sir Cyril just couldn’t fail could he. Particularly as he had a wife who could Do Stuff.

Brown always quips that Wordsworth’s poetry took a bit of a plunge after Dorothy died. Brown is often too busy to keep up with this blog, so I’ll drop him an e mail to let him know that I have stumbled across Sir Cyril, who makes Wordsworth look like an amateur in terms of I’ll Take The Credit For That Then.

In a tribute to Sir Cyril in the BMJ following his death, one of his sons described some of his many accolades: “He succeeded Lord Cohen of Birkenhead to the Liverpool medicine chair in 1965, transforming the department into one of the finest.

This Top Doc’s reputation was assured and upheld by the staff of that Finest Dept:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Cyril became the first non-London Royal College president. He initiated its research unit and fundamental changes in the MRCP.”

He told how his father had “boundless energy, charm, unusual intelligence,

Or rather was married to someone with unusual intelligence

great impatience, and wit”,

And a complete lack of integrity

adding: “He once told me he had failed to reach the House of Lords because he had infuriated a GP peer by indicating an association between deaths from meningococcal meningitis and Thursday afternoons, the GPs’ traditional half day.

Clarke probably missed out on a seat in the Lords because an even bigger lying cheat from an even more influential family was prioritised for one. He might well have been correct that GPs were killing people on Thursday afternoons but Clarke won’t have worked that out on the basis of any sophisticated analysis. They were all killing people and not just on Thursday afternoons.

He added with a grin: ‘Sic transit gloria mundi.’ [So passes the glory of the world]”.

The poor old bugger missed out on his seat in the Lords. He had to make do with a whole career, an array of academic honours and a K that he didn’t deserve instead. No wonder Cyril’s wife pre-deceased him, she probably worked herself to death winning all those prizes for him.

 

Let me provide readers with the outline of the controversy re Kettlewell and the peppered moths, the ground-breaking work in population genetics that was extended by Clarke and his mate Sheppard, which led Clarke to the discovery made by his wife re Rh, haemolytic disease of the newborn and resulted in all those babies lives being saved by Lady C.

Bernard Kettlewell was a Top Doctor who studied medicine and zoology at Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge in the 1920s. Kettlewell began clinical training at Bart’s and then joined a general medical practice in Cranleigh, Surrey. Kettlewell also worked as an anesthetist at St. Luke’s Hospital, Guildford. During WW II, he worked for the Emergency Medical Service at Woking War Hospital.

Patient F was born and grew up in Woking, where his parents owned and ran a few shops.

Kettlewell emigrated to South Africa during 1949 and from then until 1954 was a researcher at the International Locust Control Centre at Cape Town University. Patient F’s mum was South African and only arrived in Woking as a young woman after she married F’s dad from a Woking small business family. F was an end of WW II baby and he had a slightly older brother. F’s family will have been oblivious to Kettlewell and co but the reverse will not have been true by the time that F encountered Dafydd and the gang. We are dealing with

During 1952 Kettlewell was appointed to the Department of Genetics of the Department of Zoology at Oxford University. Until 1954 he divided his time between South Africa and Oxford, then Kettlewell gained the position of Senior Research Officer of the Department of Genetics and spent the rest of his career in Oxford as a genetics researcher. Kettlewell was assigned to investigate peppered moth evolution under the supervision of E.B. Ford, an Oxford ecological geneticist who had been taught by Julian Huxley. See previous posts for Julian Huxley’s links to the Welsh Bloomsbury Set and their network.

Kettlewell became famous for conducting experiments on peppered moths that provided a perfect example of evolution by natural selection, as theorised by Darwin. Kettlewell’s work was manna from heaven to Darwinists and was used as the final nail in the coffin for Religious People Who Questioned Evolution. Kettlewell had Proved It and for many years every biology textbook, including the ones used to teach me, provided details of Bernard Kettlewell and his peppered moths, to enable us to laugh at creationists.

A Giant Of Science:

Henry Bernard Davis Kettlewell: His boss was taught by Julian Huxley!!
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Kettlewell supplied teachers with ammo as well. I mentioned in a previous post that when I was an A level student, we had a monstrous idiot of a biology teacher at Bridgwater College, Pam Sellers, who conducted vindictive personal attacks on certain students. A student of Sellers’ had grown up in a creationist family and Sellers openly mocked her and would boast of having confronted this Stupid Brainwashed Girl with evidence of evolution, including dear old Kettlewell’s work, but the girl was so Deluded that she Wouldn’t Believe The Evidence. As someone who was under attack from Sellers myself, I took my hat off to that girl when Sellers had snapped at her to Explain Away Fossil Evidence and the girl had told Sellers that God had put the fossils there to confuse humans. Brilliant, beat that Sellers.

Sellers really went for my jugular after she misrepresented the research fraud carried out by psychologist Cyril Burt – she’d read a bit in ‘The Guardian’ but not enough to know what she was talking about – and I corrected her on one aspect of it. She imitated my then Somerset accent and snapped at me to ‘do some reading’. Brown was at Aston by then doing er psychology and he knew a great deal about Cyril Burt and the fraud, so I wrote to Brown, he replied with a reading list and I and my friends placed the reading list on Sellers’ desk. I never had any peace again in that class, the public attacks to which I was subjected became nastier and nastier, Sellers tried to prevent me sitting the A level on the grounds that someone as thick as me would never pass, then she made public her predicted grades for us all, mine of course being a fail. I got an A a few months later, people did snigger because she was a deeply unpopular teacher and a number of parents made formal complaints about her, but Sellers remained in her job in the face of so much complaint nonetheless.

Imagine my surprise when after I began this blog, all the info re the sex abuse ring operating in Bridgwater back then with links to Dafydd’s gang began coming in, including info that my disputes with Sellers all those years ago had been collected by Dafydd and the gang as evidence of my insanity and dangerousness.

Dafydd, Mrs Sellers was nuts and a very big problem and the whole of Bridgwater College knew it. I won’t even begin to detail the many Sellers-related scandals on this blog, but as with the schools in Bridgwater, something was very wrong, there were many complaints over years but Somerset Education Authority failed to act. Sellers was always causing raised eyebrows, but she hit a zenith when, after attempting to encourage all the girls in our class to talk about Vaginas, us being unliberated oppressed Tory Somerset women, she effectively crudely physically sexually harassed one of the boys in the class a few days later. We were appalled but that was taken as evidence of what a load of frigid old bumpkins we were. The boy didn’t make a complaint, I’m not sure that he even told his mum what had happened. There had been other allegations re Mrs Sellers’ rather odd behaviour toward certain boys…

As any fule kno, it was the kids who were always the real problem in Bridgwater, not the local petite bourgeois mediocrities who were colluding with the neglect and abuse of certain kids.

Eventually it was just war between us and Mrs Sellers, but being cheeky teenagers rather than dangerous nutters, our side of the war was predicated on taking the piss. I can remember much of what we took the piss about, including Sellers’ aspirations to being a middle class liberal intellectual but not having the intellectual machinery to be one. She was also racist – ‘I love Wales but I hate the Welsh’ – while quoting anti-racist bits of ‘The Guardian’ to us and very obviously didn’t like whom she thought were the less privileged kids.

Sellers cancelled our classes to enable her to spend her Wednesday afternoons at the Brewhouse Theatre in Taunton and she lived at Mill Cottage, Ilminster, which was so twee and posh compared to Bridgwater that it was yet another source of mirth. Sellers drove a car far more expensive than that driven by the parents of the kids of whom she was so contemptuous and the car was emblazoned with stickers saying things like ‘I’ve been to Dartington Hall’ and of course that she’d seen the Loins of Longleat. Sellers went on a bee keeping course at Buckfastleigh as well. It was a real laugh, this bigoted old cow who was so awful to the plebs of Bridgy having past-times straight out of the small ads of ‘New Society’ and ”The Guardian’.

I can’t remember what Sellers’ husband did for a living, but he was called John and she had two kids, Emma and Micky, whom she stressed were worth rather more than we were.

Sellers was of course not a vacuous privileged woman abusing her well-paid secure job, she was Oppressed, particularly by the Men in her life.

After the sexual harassment of the boy in our class, it was fairly obvious in what direction the jokes at Sellers’ expense would be taking. We did of course end up sending a vibrator over to Mill Cottage. Not that we purchased it, there wasn’t anywhere in Bridgwater where one could buy a vibrator, Brown bought it from a sex shop in Birmingham, sent it to me, I showed the others and we packaged it up and sent it from Bridgwater P.O. It was a de luxe model, called of all things a ‘Non Doctor’ and it had four attachments: the round attachment, the large attachment, the brush no less and best of all, the anal finger tickler. It was our gift to Sellers, everyone had admired the vibrator and decided that it might result in her leaving the boys alone for a while.

No doubt Dafydd and other Experts heard all about that vibrator, so now that they’ve all agreed on how mad and dangerous I was at 17, perhaps they can explain that abuse ring in Bridgwater and why people like Pam Sellers were allowed to behave towards their teenaged pupils as they did. Those poor teachers, having to deal with the cheeky rude low achieving kids of Bridgwater, which were only surpassed by the cheeky rude high achieving kids of Bridgwater who refused to shut up when they bumped into the Westminster Paedophile Ring a few years later. There were the corrupt professional classes, minding their own business, assisting a trafficking ring…

Brown’s best friend at Bridgwater College was a Conservative who  became a Top Doctor no less. He was taken by Mrs Sellers’ sporting one of those Breton Fisherman’s Smocks that Sellers ordered after seeing those adverts for them that were in ‘The Guardian’ for years and he used to say to Brown ‘Oh there’s Mrs Ethnic Smock again’. Brown only received the lowdown on Mrs Ethnic Smock when he got together with me…

That friend of Brown’s will have found out about that ring because after Westminster Medical School he worked as a Top Doc in Somerset. Brown hasn’t heard from him for years, but he did receive a letter from his former friend at the height of our difficulties with the gang in the 1980s and Brown’s friend had experienced some dreadful things, including family problems and an unfair dismissal from a job as a Top Doc. We were gobsmacked, it was the last thing that anyone would have predicted happening to him. I cannot help wondering now if he was targeted because of who his friend at school and then Bridgwater College had been.

The boy in our class who was sexually harassed by Sellers wanted to do medicine but had academic problems and couldn’t get in. As a mature student, he went to Cardiff to do physiology and he bumped into Brown on a train one day and told Brown that he was trying to get into medicine via the graduate entry route instead. He was working for a drug company at the time. I received info the other day telling me that he is yet another person who was approached and offered goodies in return for forgetting what was happening to us in Bridgwater. I have no idea if that is true, but Stephen (he might have spelt it Steven) Hart will remember Mrs Sellers as well as I do, she insulted him in public, abused him and called him a ‘cretin’ because he accidentally let slip that she was cancelling our classes to go to the Brewhouse. Then she er well, I’m sure that Stephen remembers it…

Stephen, Mr Colin Street was friends with a man who molested at least one girl, a girl who I was friends with as well, that is what all the fuss is about. Whether Colin Street – Sellers’ boss, the Head of Science at Bridgwater College – was a paedophile or molester himself I have no idea, I would never have thought it, but then I didn’t realise that Geoffrey Chamberlain was one of the key Top Docs in the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Sellers, Street and the rest at Bridgwater College were all knifing each other in the back and blackmailing each other and we were the last of their priorities… That is why Street was having blazing rows with Sellers about me, you and other students but no-on took any action against her… It culminated a few years later in repeated perjury in the High Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned, it really is a very serious matter.

I have noticed that Stephen shares a surname with a corrupt former Welsh Gov’t Health Minister who failed to act years later in the face of serious crime directed at me. I have no idea if there is a connection. I did meet Stephen’s mum once but I can’t remember much about his family. I think that his dad might have been dead; they lived in Cannington and Stephen was close to his mum and did a lot for her.

The shenanigans all took place in the constituency of dear old Lord Tom King, who was married to Lady Jane of the One Sausage Roll To Last All Evening. See previous posts.

Ilminster is probably mind-blowingly posh now, it was always twee with stone cottages and chocolate box gardens. The dear departed Paddy Pantsdown was their constituency MP for from 1983, the SAS and MI6 Paddy who left Geneva and arrived in the West Country Cunningly Disguised as an out of work youth worker who supported the Liberal Party, just after all that business with Mr Thrope. See previous posts.

Sellers was riding high just before Paddy, when Lord John Peyton was her constituency Tory MP. I have covered John Peyton in detail previously on the blog, so I’ll just remind readers of his highlights. Peyton served as the constituency MP for Yeovil, 1951-83. He was a right winger an early and leading member of the Monday Club. Peyton served as Minister of Transport in Ted Heath’s Gov’t, 1970-74 and was a candidate for Leader of the Conservative Party in 1975, losing to Thatch.

Peyton was educated at Eton, read law at Trinity College, Oxford and served as an officer with the 15/19 Hussars during WW II and spent five years in German PoW camps. Peyton subsequently became a barrister, accompanied Sir Walter Monckton, adviser to the Nizam of Hyderabad, to India in 1946 and 1947, in the run up to Indian independence, which places Peyton in the vicinity of Lord Mountbatten (see previous posts).

John Peyton became a broker at Lloyd’s of London and then pursued a political career.

Peyton was PPS to Nigel Birch, 1952-58, when Birch held junior Ministerial posts in Anthony Eden’s and MacMillan’s Gov’ts. Nigel Birch – from 1970 he was Lord Rhyl – was the Tory MP for Flintshire and then West Flintshire, 1945-70. Birch is credited as being the man who inflicted the wound which brought down MacMillan after the Profumo Affair. One wonders why he bothered, because Birch was down the road from Denbigh, Gwynne, Dafydd and Bryn Estyn, so he knew all about the dung heap concealed by Lord Henry Cohen and Cyril Clarke, as well as the entertainment on offer at Cliveden before everyone did their Shocked and Disgusted bit re Profumo.

Thus John Peyton of Mrs Sellers, Mill Cottage and Ilminster also had a ringside seat.

Previous posts supplied info about Nigel Birch and his successor as the constituency MP, Sir Anthony Meyer, the posh man who for reasons best known to himself wanted to become the MP for that not at all posh bit of north Wales on the location of the Swingers. Sir Anthony had great trouble finding a Tory seat at the time because he wasn’t much of a Tory in terms of his philosophy and no-one would give him the time of day, but Nigel Birch helped him out on the grounds that he was a fellow Old Etonian, rather than a fellow Westminster Swinger.

Sir Anthony Meyer of course became famous as the hopeless stalking horse challenger to Thatch some years before she was deposed. Meyer expected his mate Heseltine to join the challenge as the Real Candidate but Heseltine didn’t, although I don’t know why. Meyer decided that Thatch had to go in 1987,after Ollie Brooke had been jailed and when the gang were getting really desperate about the refusal of Brown and me to shut up… See previous posts for details, as well as for details of WW III that erupted in the Clwyd Tory Party when Dafydd’s mate Beata Brookes and Dafydd’s other mate Sir Anthony tried to rip each other’s throats out.

These little things just never ever stopped hitting each other, while witnesses to the trafficking ring with which they were all involved were murdered.

My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ discussed yet more dealing done over the nearly dead bodies of Brown and I by politicians and people who knew us in Somerset, including that which involved the Westland Affair that nearly brought Thatcher’s Gov’t down. A girl whom I knew from childhood, Janet Sims (now Mitchell) worked for Westland – Janet’s dad was a lecturer at Bridgwater College – and did very nicely for herself after so many Tories and a few other politicians used Westland to further their own ambitions. One was Sir Anthony Meyer who saw an opportunity as well, the Anthony Meyer who’s grandmother was a close friend of Bertrand Russell’s first wife, Alys, when Bertrand was molesting like there was no tomorrow (see post ‘International Women’s Day! Let Us Celebrate With Jane…’)

 

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