Dulce et Decorum est

Wilfred Owen wrote ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ – as well as ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’ – when he was at Craiglockhart Hospital suffering from neurasthenia, ‘shell shock’. I don’t know what Craiglockhart and its Top Doctors such as W.H.R. Rivers thought that they were doing, because as everybody knows it was of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones who identified the world’s first case of what is now known as PTSD ‘in a clinic in Dolgellau’, as Dafydd subsequently explained in a 2008 ‘memorandum’ which he submitted as evidence to a Parliamentary Committee, detailing how he created yet another money spinner on the basis of tall stories and clinical negligence (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). I do urge new visitors to this blog to take the time to read that post and join me in marvelling at how Parliament swallowed such nonsense from Dafydd.

The earliest surviving manuscript of ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ was drafted in Oct 1917 and was addressed to Owen’s mum Susan Owen, with the message ‘here is a gas poem done yesterday (which is not private, but not final)’.

There was an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit called Susan Owen. She had previously worked in the psychiatry wards of Ysbyty Gwynedd pre-Hergest. Susan worked at the Hergest Unit until she died not so long ago. She witnessed the abuse, the malpractice and the suicides, yet remained silent. She was killed in a car crash and after her death tributes were paid to her compassion, dedication and other Angelic qualities and money for charidee was raised in her memory.

 

The last line of Wilfred Owen’s poem referred to ‘The Old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori’ – ‘how sweet and honourable it is to die for one’s country’. Which is nearly as much of an ancient lie as the traditional favourite, ‘we didn’t know’.

Whilst Owen was in Craiglockhart, he edited the hospital magazine ‘The Hydra’. The Hydra was a gigantic snake-like monster of Greek myth with multiple heads which lived in the marshes of Argos no less. If one of the Hydra’s heads was cut off, two would spring from the fresh wound.

 

I was planning to blog about Sir John Ashford, the former VC of Salford University, who not only continued to approve the qualifications given out to the members of a gang of paedophiles attending courses at Certrefle College, but who somehow steered that institution through a crisis when in the mid-1980s, it received a 40% cut in funding from the UGC (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). I should have known better than to mention that I would be doing this – all traces of Sir John Ashford have disappeared from the internet. He was there three days ago, he is still alive and I found a lovely photo of him, so at least I’ll recognise him if we bump into each other. As befits someone who spent many years running an institution which verified worthless qualifications for those who trafficked kids in care into sex work and who also failed to take action when one of his own students reported witnessing appalling abuse in a children’s home in north Wales, Sir John has clocked up a whole string of public appointments but I’m sorry to say that I didn’t make notes when I did my preliminary search a few days ago.

I can see that I am going to have to keep my blogging intentions under wraps to prevent paedophiles’ friends disappearing into the ether.

 

So I’ll move onto further observations regarding UCNW (Bangor University), who survived Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer’s 1980s plan to close the institution down by reminding him that the College was governed and managed by the people facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring and that many of the staff who were not actively doing this had dirt on the people who were, so it really was best not to tangle with them. Thus a monster called Fergus Lowe was allowed to grow and grow until he was completely out of control (see post ‘Feet In Chains’)…

I mentioned in previous posts that Mary Wynch, at the time that she was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd, worked as a secretary in the famously dysfunctional Agriculture Dept at UCNW. I believe that Mary found out about something whilst she worked there that fired the paedophiles’ friends into action. My post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’ provides some details of the gross incompetence and farcical events in the Agri Dept as well as the bad atmosphere which prevailed under Prof J.B. Owen. Owen was responsible for much vindictiveness and wrongdoing, but as I remember, in 1981 Owen was still talked of as the ‘new man’ in that Dept. I don’t think that he was there when Dafydd opened fire on Mary. J.B. Owen I think had come from Aberdeen University, where he had been a geneticist. Owen had a sheep farm on Anglesey and I was told that his family provided the dosh that established the Agri Dept, but it was a case of him being called home in the aftermath of the Mary Wynch crisis rather than him being at the scene of the crime. I have no idea of who was Head of Dept before him, but I have spoken to people who said that the Dept was appalling before Owen ever returned to the cylch.

Historians have argued that in the 19th century, the Nonconformist church and the press worked very hard to reconstruct an image of Wales, in a Hobsbawmesque ‘invention of tradition’ way. I’m fairly sure that a similar process went on after the Mary Wynch case. I described how a flock of Nice Young Doctors and Angels arrived in north Wales in the face of the terrible publicity that Dafydd and Gwynne had brought to the region, but sadly the Nice Young Doctors and Angels just did the work of Dafydd and Gwynne with friendly smiles on their faces. It seemed to be pretty much the same phenomenon in the Agri Dept. Previous posts and comments have mentioned the ludicrous Gordon Farley, a lecturer in Agriculture who had to be removed as warden of a hall because of his habit of letting himself into the girls’ rooms and trying to grope them, getting pissed and gatecrashing student parties etc. Farley must have been about 60 and was widely regarded as an idiot, but he very obviously should not have been employed. He seemed to have only turned up at UCNW in 1980. I was told that Farley had been given the job at Bangor after a VSO project that he was working on was terminated – he still had time to run on his contract, so VSO gave him to UCNW as a free gift. Which suggests that VSO were certainly participating in some questionable practices. Like the Nice Young Docs, Farley was every bit as much of a liability as those who predated him.

Previous posts have mentioned Prof Richard Howarth, who, despite being a member of staff in the joke of an Agri Dept, bagged a job as an adviser to Thatcher. Howarth was an agricultural economist of a right-wing kind and for a few happy years, his star was high. He sunk without trace at about the time when Sir Peter Morrison, Thatcher’s mate and Minister who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere, died. Howarth’s colleague Terry Thomas also found himself doing very well, until he too bit the dust, which eventually culminated in him suing Bangor University as the aggro between the two parties escalated (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Dirty deals on the basis of Morrison, Dafydd et al were so obviously being done all over the region, as well as within UCNW, but I have not discovered for certain what it was that Mary Wynch found out about that caused the Final Solution ie. the utilisation of Dafydd’s talents.

I can think of one possibility. Previous posts (eg. ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) have described how in July 1979, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon, the son of Lord Lloyd Kenyon, woke up in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham to discover that his clothes and property had been stolen – by a young man with whom he had been having sex the previous night. This boy, who was then two years below the legal age of consent and was in the care of the local authority, claimed at the Waterhouse Inquiry that Kenyon ‘had used him for sex on numerous occasions’. Kenyon reported the theft to the police and not only named the boy whom he believed had robbed him, but explained quite openly that they were having a sexual relationship.. Among the stolen items was a cache of explicit Polaroid photographs of Kenyon and the boy together. A note made by the boys’ social worker recorded that the North Wales Police were well aware of ‘homosexual activities’ between Kenyon and the boy. The matter was investigated and the outcome was that the boy was convicted of theft and sent to a detention centre. Thomas Kenyon was not charged with any offence.

An account of these events appeared on the website established by Richard Webster, ‘The Secret Of Bryn Estyn’. I note that the account has recently been amended. At present, the website states that Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon woke up in the Wrexham flat of Gary Cooke, where he had spent the previous night with a boy in the care of the local authority. The original account stated on the website stated that it was recorded upon the boy’s social work file that it was known by the North Wales Police that he was having a homosexual relationship with Tyrell-Kenyon. The original account stated that the photos were not recovered but the website is now stating that the photos were destroyed as a matter of course by the North Wales Police. If that was done, it will have been to destroy evidence, rather than to protect the dignity of the boy whom Tyrell-Kenyon was exploiting.

There seems to be a degree of uncertainly regarding precise details, but it would seem that Tyrell-Kenyon was definitely abusing a boy in care, that the North Wales Police and social services knew about this, that there was an incident in Wrexham which resulted in the boy being sent to a detention centre, that Tyrell-Kenyon was not charged and that the Waterhouse Inquiry received evidence about Tyrell-Kenyon’s conduct towards boys in care in north Wales.

Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died of HIV/AIDS in July 1993.

Thomas’s father, the 5th Baron Kenyon, was, among many other things, a JP, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, a Flintshire County Councillor, involved with the senior management of the NHS in north Wales from 1960 onward and was Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, 1974-78. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales. He died in the same year as his son. Lord Kenyon was also President of UCNW, 1947-82. Lord Kenyon was succeeded as President by paedophiles’ friend and indeed Ronnie Waterhouse’s friend Sir William Mars-Jones – at the time of the reconstruction of north Wales. Lord Kenyon didn’t die until 1993, so he probably did not step down as President out of infirmity or old age.

Lord Kenyon’s obituary stated that his achievements ‘included the improvement of agriculture and the health service in Wales’. Lord Kenyon was Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority whilst Dafydd and Gwynne were imprisoning the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital. Perhaps it was Lord Kenyon who was responsible for the ‘new blood’ arriving in the NHS in north Wales at the time of the reconstruction – it wouldn’t matter how infectious the new blood was, no-one is allowed to say anything too critical about the NHS, so we can deduce very little from the comments about Lord Kenyon improving the NHS. Ysbyty Gwynedd opened in 1984, replacing the C&A Hospital. Ysbyty Gwynedd was dogged by problems from the day that it opened, which was hardly surprising because it was managed by the same old paedophiles’ friends who had already shown themselves to be incapable of managing anything. Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was opened in 1980 and everybody had a good laugh because both YG and YGC had exactly the same major construction problems within their buildings.

Regarding the belief that Lord Kenyon had improved agriculture in Wales. I wonder if this is a reference to the changing personnel in the Agri Dept in UCNW? As with the ‘improvements’ to the NHS in the region, there was very little difference ‘before’ and ‘after’ because the rot was so deep. Regarding changes in UCNW – in 1984, Eric Sunderland replaced Sir Charles Evans as Principal. As with the rest of the reconstruction of north Wales, Eric Sunderland seems to have been just as much as a paedophiles’ friend as his predecessor was, but he wasn’t as offensive or confrontational, so his role in maintaining the status quo wasn’t readily perceived for what it was (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).

J.B. Owen’s status as a land owner on Anglesey almost certainly gave him influence over local authority matters. The local authority corruption on Anglesey is famous, there is a widespread belief that it cannot be surpassed. One Councillor went to prison, resumed office after he was released and then violently attacked a TV news crew on camera. He was not charged. Anglesey was the location of serious child abuse, both in the children’s homes and in foster families.

References to Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon abusing boys in care with impunity emerged in the public domain date in the late 1970s. Which was when Mary Wynch was banged up and subsequently ruined. Was it what Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – and others as well – were doing to kids in care that Mary Wynch found out about which incurred the wrath of Dafydd and the paedophiles? Dafydd and the paedophiles were running UCNW as well as a sex trafficking gang and the son of the UCNW President was enjoying the services that they provided. A spin-off was the tolerance of a seriously failing dysfunctional Agri Dept in UCNW and the elevation of one of those within to a position as a Gov’t adviser. Local farmers rolled around laughing at the Agri Dept, it was an atrocious advert for UCNW because the Dept’s farm went bankrupt. It was bailed out by UCNW and I was told that a few years later it went bankrupt again. And there was a member of that Dept advising Thatch on economics…

In 1983, amidst the reconstruction of the image of north Wales, Ron Davies was elected as MP for Caerphilly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

 

Back in the 1990s, ‘Private Eye’ gave Prof Richard Howarth sympathetic coverage, alleging that he was the Voice of Sense who had been forced out of Bangor. In those days, the agenda of the Eye was a rather conservative one and Ronnie Waterhouse’s mates such as Auberon Waugh dominated the magazine (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Bron took the piss with the best of them and came up trumps during the Thorpe scandal by standing against Thorpe in the 1979 General Election as the Dog Lover’s candidate in honour of Rinka, Norman’s Great Dane who had been killed by the hitman allegedly hired by Thorpe. However Bron was a reactionary old Tory and also wrote for the Torygraph and ‘The Spectator’, along with people like Charles Moore. Bron would never have wanted the role of Thatcher in the Westminster Paedophile Ring exposed. Bron et al enjoyed entertaining themselves with the notion that the Liberal Party were all a bit mad, what with beards and sandals and homosexuality and of course the GLC and the loony left provided a rich seam of mirth as well, but the one thing that no-one was going to publish was that Sir Peter Morrison and Norman St John Stevas were holding sex parties with children. The Eye published an article about Harvey Proctor, but Harvey Proctor did not have a sister who was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM Lilibet and he wasn’t friends with the Queen Mum. Which sadly was what made Morrison and St John Stevas untouchable.

Prince Charles was of course Chancellor of UCNW. He knew about the abuse of children in care in north Wales as well, because Alison Taylor wrote to him and received a reply from his office stating that he could not get involved (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Which is a little inconsistent with Charles’s oft stated intention that he will ‘get involved’. Anyone for homeopathy/organic farming/architecture/Poundbury?

Meanwhile up in north Wales witnesses were found being dead. At the time, I remember Sir Alastair Burnet’s shameless toadying in the ‘At Home With Charles and Di’ documentary that was broadcast when William and Harry were little. I think it was also Burnet who conducted the interview with Princess Anne regarding her work with ‘Save The Children’, during which HRH Princess Snap stated that she ‘didn’t particularly like children’. HRH Princess Snap had two of her own by then, which was probably why Burnet didn’t pursue that line of questioning further.

Ronnie Waterhouse’s best mate Sir Robin Day described Burnet as ‘the booster rocket that put ITN into orbit’. Burnet was educated at the Leys School, of which Trumpers’ husband Alan Barker became Headmaster. Burnet predated Barker, but Trumpers made a point of keeping influential old boys on side (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

 CRASH! Another road accident kills another witness.

For Christ’s sake, is this really going to be tolerated? Gwynne and Dafydd – the foundation stone in this pyramid; who on earth advised the Royal Household? Obviously the same person who let Jimmy Savile through the doors on a regular basis. The paedophiles’ friends are certainly not showing much loyalty, Brown’s dad was killed by them and he used to go to garden parties at Buck House and was Deputy Lieutenant for Somerset.

Viv Stanshall’s masterpiece ‘Sir Henry At Rawlinson End’ featured Sir Henry’s loyal wrinkled retainer, Old Scrotum. Dafydd seems to have played a similar role in relation to the Royal Family.

In Feb 1991, the month after I had been released from Springfield Hospital having been forced out of my job and was facing serious charges on the basis of statements by Tony and Sadie Francis which their own lawyers knew were untrue (see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’), HM Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison.

Interestingly enough, Jeremy Thorpe’s second wife Marion had previously been married to the 7th Earl of Harewood, Lilibet’s cousin. Jeremy boasted that he had slept with both Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon.

 

God you are pathetic D.G.E. Wood. About as pathetic as Lord Asa fucking Briggs, who couldn’t cope with a student protest but facilitated a paedophile ring (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). I’ll put in an order for a vat of red paint. Or just a very big tank of slurry.

Bring up the bodies and let the world face up to what went on.

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‘Edmund – Who Is Queen?’

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‘Ludwig Is A Master Of Disguise. Nursey Is An Insane Old Woman With An Udder Fixation.’

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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Risley Remand Centre, 1981. A lot of the prisoners were the victims of a sex trafficking gang and they had been fitted up:

 

Year No. of suicides Date of incident Cause of death (Inquest verdict)
1965 2 15 August Strangulation due to hanging
15 November Asphyxia due to hanging
1966 2 28 February Wound to abdomen by scissors
23 August Asphyxia due to hanging
1967 2 10 October Asphyxia due to hanging
20 October Asphyxia due to hanging
1968 3 15 June Asphyxia due to hanging
30 November Asphyxia due to hanging
30 November Asphyxia due to hanging
1969 2 2 April Asphyxia due to hanging
26 October Broken neck due to hanging
1970–1974 Nil 1975 2
13 May Asphyxia due to hanging
5 September Asphyxia due to hanging
1976–1979 Nil
1980 1 10 January Death by hanging

Things did not get any better – I invite readers to take a look at the mortality figures and inspection reports for Risley, even up until 2016.

‘Shut Your Mouth About DA.’

‘We didn’t know.’

 

Lord Kenyon and the agriculture connection explains why William Waldegrave, who had served the paedophiles’ friends so well when he was Secretary of State for Health (Nov 1990-April 1992, neatly spanning the time when I and two other witnesses had our careers ruined and the mountain of crap in north Wales and at St George’s Hospital Medical School was concealed), was installed as John Major’s Minister for MAFF, 20 July 1994-5 July 1995. Waldegrave’s time at MAFF covered the Time of Great Panic, as the Jillings Inquiry took place, as the allegations of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving those at the very top of society just would not go away and as there was panic and musical chairs at the top of the Welsh Office, culminating in the lies being told about Dafydd’s retirement and the closure of the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

Matt Arnold, the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994. The trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s longstanding friend and colleague at Bryn Estyn – for multiple counts  of sexual assault on boys at Bryn Estyn opened on 13 June 1994 (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

On 5 July 1995, Douglas Hogg succeeded Waldegrave at MAFF. Hogg had previously been a Minister in the Home Office, 1986-88, whilst Home Secretary Douglas Hurd colluded with the criminality of Dafydd et al (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hogg is the barrister son of Lord Hailsham aka Quintin Hogg who had spent a whole career in many different roles covering up for the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in a previous generation (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), despite telling the Wolfenden Committee – which resulted in the 1957 Wolfenden Report – that ‘The instinct of mankind to describe homosexual acts as unnatural is not based on mere prejudice’ and that homosexuals were ‘corrupting’ and ‘a proselytising religion’. But then Dafydd and Gwynne subjected gay people to ‘aversion therapy’ years after homosexuality had been decriminalised whilst they trafficked boys (and girls) into the sex industry.

Bing Spear, the corrupt mandarin who was the Home Office Drugs Branch Chief Inspector (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’) and ensured that Dafydd continued to prescribe ‘anything that you want, anything at all’, died on 9 July 1995. Peter Morrison was found dead on 13 July 1995. See post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’.

Another two problems solved. Now John Major just had to deal with the surviving witnesses in north Wales, most of whom were former kids in care, mental health patients or prisoners. Thus mental health services in north Wales were allowed to collapse as described in previous posts and scores of patients became destitute or died. Cue Ronnie Waterhouse and his Inquiry.

The Lord Hague of Richmond
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In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I provided details of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the serial sex offender who was nonetheless given the job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School, Blaenau Ffestiniog, only to offend against his pupils once more and who was imprisoned again in 1986. Ioan Bowen Rees, the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, maintained that the Council had not known about Ceryl’s earlier conviction. I suspected that Ioan and many other people would have known about it, because Blaenau is a small place and Ceryl Wyn had grown up there along with most of the rest of the town. Ceryl Wyn served a prison sentence for child sex offences in 1964. In 1968 he was a member of the Ffestiniog Eisteddfod Youth Committee. I have now received further information about Ceryl Wyn from someone who made a civil claim against Gwynedd County Council after they discovered that Gwynedd knew about Ceryl’s past offending but still employed him to work with children.

Ceryl Wyn was born in 1938 in Tanygrisiau. He married his wife in Pwllheli in 1970. Ceryl Wyn was first jailed in 1964 by Holyhead Magistrates for indecently assaulting his pupils – he was living in Holyhead at the time. In 1970 Ceryl Wyn moved back to Blaenau with his wife, where they brought the house that they still live in today.

Ceryl Wyn was honoured by the Gorsedd of the Bards at the National Eisteddfod at Denbigh in 2001. His entry reads:

‘Ceryl Wynne Davies, Blaenau Ffestiniog, educated in Ysgol Rhemadeg Ffestiniog and in Normal College Bangor. The author of dramas and was equal first in the competition to write a short play in the Eisteddfod in Barri and Fflint. Broadcaster, producer, presenter, committee member and a lay preacher. Has been a teacher and school headmaster and at present is the managing editor/publisher of Dolgellau’s weekly local newspaper Y Dydd.’
Ceryl Wyn taught in three other primary schools before he was appointed Head of Ysgol Tanygrisiau in 1978. There were many complaints about his conduct at each school. Gwynedd County Council’s response was to move Ceryl onto another school. One of Ceryl’s own parents was a County Councillor, whose remit was either Education or Children’s Social Services. My correspondent was told by her solicitor that after Ceryl was released from his second prison sentence, he lectured at a college and was then employed again by Gwynedd County Council.
Ceryl Wyn has starred on S4C and in 1977 he published a book of Welsh prose with Gwasg Gomer. For many years he judged children’s beauty competitions and I am told that one child who was entered for one such competition was the offspring of a woman who is employed by Gwynedd Social Services who is well-aware of Mr Davies’s previous offending.
I have been sent copies of correspondence between a resident of Blaenau and Christine James of the National Eisteddfod, with regard to the Blaenau resident stating her concern that a serial child sex offender should have been honoured at the Eisteddfod.  Christine James makes all the right noises about protecting children and being shocked and disgusted but maintains that Ceryl slipped through the net. Ms James was told that Ceryl seems to have slipped through a great many nets. The Blaenau resident asked who proposed and seconded Mr Davies for membership of the Gorsedd. Christine James replied that she didn’t know – the administrator concerned is now dead and there are no records identifying those who recommended Mr Davies.
Under no circumstances do I think that Mr Davies should be subjected to vigilante action and I think that it says a lot for Blaenau that he has been allowed to live in their community and hasn’t been subjected to a baying mob. Neither do I think that his books, dramas, poetry, recordings etc should be wiped off the face of the earth – if he is a talented writer (or even an untalented writer), of course people should be allowed to enjoy his work. I was of the opinion that it was rather pointless of the BBC to refuse to allow the many clips of Jimmy Savile to be shown again. It was the BBC who concealed Savile’s offending for decades, as well as the NHS of course. That can’t be undone by not allowing access to archive footage. A member of my Welsh class complained about there being a reference to Rolf Harris in one of our WLPAN books – I couldn’t understand the problem myself, Rolf Harris’s crimes aren’t going to be undone if Welsh learners are protected from the mention of his name.
However, Gwynedd County Council were negligent in the extreme with regard to employing Mr Davies in the wake of his record of offending and there is a strong stench of nepotism and corruption surrounding his employment.
I note that with regard to Mr Davies’s 1986 conviction and imprisonment, Mr Davies was suspended from his job as Head of Ysgol Tanygrisiau before the trial. HTV announced his suspension in a news report on 29 Oct 1985. Some three months before, I had made complaint to Gwynedd Health Authority about the mental health services. By Oct 1985, Tony Francis had contacted the BMA and the managers of Gwynedd Health Authority, maintaining that I was mad and dangerous and that this was demonstrated by my ‘delusions’ concerning Gwynne the lobotomist.  As matters escalated over the following years, it was Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who, in collaboration with Lucille Hughes the Director of Gwynedd Social Services, made a number of attempts to frame me and have me imprisoned. All this happened whilst Ioan Bowen Rees, who allowed Ceryl Wyn to ‘slip through the net’ and who was remarkably forgiving towards Ceryl when he was released from prison, was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council.
A paedophile ring operated in Gwynedd Social Services whilst Bowen Rees was Chief Exec. Bowen Rees’s staff and their colleagues in the NHS and Welsh Office stopped at nothing over the a period of many years in their attempts to imprison me. Not because I’d complained about Ceryl Wyn – I’d never heard of him – but because I had complained about Mr Big who had been running the trafficking gang for decades.
Ioan and his henchmen never lost sight of me or indeed my friends. We were threatened, harassed, driven out of our jobs and on occasions physically attacked, even when we were not living in Wales. However did Ioan manage to take his eye off the ball re Ceryl Wyn who lived in the same house in Blaenau and who worked for Gwynedd County Council for decades?
In 2000 I was told that the National Eisteddfod had been left red-faced after it was discovered that the man who had been responsible for running the children’s nursery one year was a convicted child sex offender from Kent.
In 2009 the National Eisteddfod was held at Bala and someone I knew arranged to go there with me and give me a lift. This person was a rather promiscuous gay and it was a while before I realised that he was actually quite busy on what was effectively a rent boy scene among Welsh celebrity circles. (That’s how I found out that Max Boyce was gay.) One of his many associates was a man whom I called the Foul Mouthed Harpist, a high profile award winning harpist based in north Wales, who behind his public image was an unhappy and very bad tempered man. People quipped that I was in no position to label someone ‘foul mouthed’ but the Foul Mouthed Harpist was a far greater offender than me. Brown observed that the ‘Foul Mouthed Harpist’ sounded like a character off The Fast Show and the name stuck. As we arrived at the Eisteddfod, we bumped into the Foul Mouthed Harpist, who was equipped with his harp because he was due to play at the Eisteddfod. Some twenty minutes later, my companion disappeared without notice and I spent two hours wandering around the Eisteddfod before he reappeared. It transpired that he had managed to have sex with the Foul Mouthed Harpist somewhere at the Eisteddfod. God knows where, perhaps behind the Pafiliwn, whilst the Bard was being crowned.
Gordon Bennett – and here she is with her harp:
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And here’s her daughter-in-law, Royal Harpist to Prince Charles, or Carlo as that well-known Republican Dafydd Iwan calls him:
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Yma O Bloody Hyd.
I don’t mind the harp playing, or even the gay sex at the Eisteddfod – although I can only hope that the Foul Mouthed Harpist and his partner didn’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses  – but I do mind the hypocrisy, the corruption and the fact that someone tried to murder Brown and did murder one of my closest friends, whilst everybody wailed ‘we didn’t know’.
You did know, so don’t insult the memory of those who were found dead by telling us all that you are ‘shocked and disgusted’, that ‘safeguarding’ is a priority and that elderly sex offenders are now being ‘held to account’ and that ‘justice will be done’. Justice can never be done, the victims are dead, they died in full public view whilst screaming for help and that will never be altered, no matter how many geriatric sex offenders are imprisoned.
Many of the paedophiles’ friends made much of their involvement in political activism, including in anti-apartheid/anti-discrimination activities. Abel Meeropol aka Lewis Allan wrote the poem ‘Strange Fruit’ after being inspired by this photo of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith, Aug 1930:

Save your apologies, just accept that none of you have the right to hold positions of responsibility or play a part in public life any longer, yet alone comment on the solutions to societal ills. As the Foul Mouthed Harpist would say, just fuck off.

A few more local sinners past and present:

John Sims, the CPN and ‘substance abuse specialist’ who was wheeled out as the NW Wales NHS Trust’s answer to service user involvement and published on the sterling work that the Trust was doing in this area. John Sims was treated appallingly by the criminals and psychopaths with whom he worked but in the face of Operation Pallial he joined forces with them. Mr Sims has been trying to find out where I am now living. John Sims lived just down the road from me when I lived at Llandwrog, but I didn’t realise it. Whether he was responsible for the offensive anonymous notes left on my windscreen and through my letter-box accusing me of various trivial offences I do not know – someone else told me that they thought it was probably the work of an Angel who lived nearby, so she was the prime suspect, but I had no idea that John lived in the village as well.

Ken and Barbara Moulton, the owners of the Gazelle Hotel in the 1980s, a favourite watering hole of the Top Docs. Ken regularly exposed himself to the school girls who worked as waitresses there, Barbara was a former porn queen and the photos were circulating around Anglesey. The Top Docs knew about this. All staff were systematically short-changed on pay day and the only person who ever received the money that was owed to them was the daughter of Terry Maxwell, the corrupt Top Doc who was later Clinical Director of the Ysbyty Gwynedd. I wonder how Maxwell extracted the dosh out of Ken and Barbara because no-one else managed to. When I asked for the money that I was owed, Ken violently assaulted the friend who was with me at the time – in front of a restaurant full of diners, some of whom walked out in sympathy with us when they realised what was happening. The assault on my friend at the Gazelle Hotel was used as evidence of my insanity and aggression by Tony Francis. D.G.E. Wood knew the truth of the matter, because one of his tenants was a student who had also been targeted by Ken and Barbara. When I went to the Bangor CAB for advice, the CAB refused to get involved on the grounds that I had assaulted Ken and Barbara – the police were ready and waiting to charge me should I pursue the matter of the money owed to me by Ken and Barbara. Lucille Hughes has been involved with the senior management of the CAB in Wales for years.

Barbara’s ex-husband was a senior police officer in the Greater Manchester Police and was a regular at the Gazelle.

Barbara and Ken were known to be swindling other local businesses on a huge scale. One of the full-time staff was an Angel who preferred to work as a waitress because of the serious wrongdoing in the NHS in north Wales. I was friendly with this Angel and Wood and Liz Stables knew that. The Angel had a daughter who was nearly killed in a car accident when she was 18 – as a girl of 10 or so she had often stayed overnight at the Gazelle when her mum worked late shifts there. The Angel-turned-waitress warned Ken about his conduct with teenagers and made it clear that what he was doing was unacceptable and that he was running the risk of prosecution if someone complained. Liz Stables blamed the Angel herself – who had worked with Liz at the C&A Hospital – stating that Liz should not be working at the Gazelle if that sort of thing was going on. Unlike Liz, who was working with the sex traffickers whom the Angel was so desperate to avoid that she’d left nursing. Liz’s son Gareth was never nearly killed in a car crash. Gareth Stables bagged a place at medical school and is now a Top Doctor in Leicester.

Another summer waiter at the Gazelle was a medical student from Cardiff. He is probably one of those Top Docs who is avoiding jobs in north Wales like the plague.

 

Meanwhile, Top Docs have announced that they have found the cure for cancer three or four times over the last two days or so. Well there’s a surprise.

 

I’ve now written so many posts for this blog that it has become clear from recent e mails that some readers are unaware of the content of earlier posts. So now that I have blogged about the extremes of the horror that was happening to people in north Wales at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, I’d like to once more draw attention to someone whom I blogged about months ago, who worked in the charnel house that was Gwynedd Social Services in 1973 – Ann Coffey, who since 1992, has been the Labour MP for Stockport. Ann qualified as a teacher among paedophiles’ friends, as a psychiatric social worker among paedophiles’ friends and worked in just about every Council that had a serious problem with the organised abuse of children and mental health patients.

Coffey is the Chair of the All Party Parliamentary Group for Runaway and Missing Children and Adults. In Oct 2014, Coffey published an ‘independent landmark report’: ‘Real Voices – Child Sexual exploitation in Greater Manchester,’ commissioned by the Greater Manchester Police and Crime Commissioner in the wake of the Rochdale child sexual abuse scandal. After this, Coffey launched a successful campaign to banish all references to ‘child prostitution’ from UK legislation. She also tabled a series of amendments to the Serious Crime Bill in 2015 to remove all references to child prostitution. She received support from all parties and eventually the Gov’t agreed to her proposal and tabled an amendment to substitute all references to ‘child prostitution’ with ‘child sexual exploitation’.

In 2017 Coffey wrote a follow up report: ‘Real Voices –Are They Being Heard?’ which looked at improvements made by the police and other agencies in tackling child sexual exploitation since 2014. Coffey concluded that ‘Better training and awareness amongst the police and the public had led to significant increases in reporting offences, identification of victims and offenders and intelligence tip-offs’.

Coffey went on to conduct a high profile campaign against the criminal exploitation of children. The APPG published a report in July 2017 on children who go missing and are exploited by gangs to sell drugs. Coffey particularly focused on the use of vulnerable children and young people in County Lines drugs operations, where children are groomed by criminals and forced to transport and supply drugs from one area to another.

In January 2018, Coffey conducted an independent survey of all 45 police forces asking if there had been an increase in violence connected to County Lines. Coffey campaigned for the children used and trapped in County Lines to be seen as victims, not criminals and for early interventions by agencies to prevent them becoming ’embedded in gangs’. She also called for more use of the human trafficking and slavery laws.

Together with Margaret Hodge, Coffey submitted a letter to the Parliamentary Labour Party Chairman requesting a vote on a motion of no confidence in Jeremy Corbyn, on 25 June 2016, two days after Britain voted to leave the European Union.

Coffey is married to Peter Saraga, a physicist and engineer, who is a visiting Professor at Imperial and who was Vice-Chairman of the Council of Sussex University, 2005-11. So Saraga knew the rather grander paedophiles’ friends who concealed the crimes of his wife and her colleagues.

 

As ever, no-one has woken up and smelt the Coffey.

 

Here’s Hercules battling the Hydra at the southern entrance to the Imperial Palace in Vienna:

Heracles (Hercules) battling the Lernaean Hydra; at the southern entrance to the Hofburg (Imperial Palace) in Vienna.

 

Feet In Chains

‘Feet In Chains’ is the English translation of ‘Traed Mewn Cyffion’, the well-known novel written by Kate Roberts, one of the highest profile Welsh language writers of the 20th century. Kate Roberts is known as ‘Brenhines ein Llên’ (The Queen of our Literature). ‘Traed Mewn Cyffion’ is a novel about the hardships of life in a quarrying community in Gwynedd and life in those communities certainly was hard for many when Roberts was growing up in the late 19th/early 20th century.

Many people have waxed lyrical about Kate Roberts’s work and much is made of her references to bilberry pies – the women in ‘Traed Mewn Cyffion’ make bilberry pies endlessly and it has been suggested by some critics that the pies symbolise the love and care that the women have for their male relatives. I missed this when I read ‘Traed Mewn Cyffion’, I presumed that bilberry pies were being made in such numbers because bilberries grow in great quantities on the mountain at Rhosgadfan where Kate grew up and would have been a source of free food in a very, very poor community. Everyone bangs on about Kate Roberts, but I always felt that her work was nothing as compared to Caradog Prichard, who’s novel ‘One Moonlit Night’ – an account of a youth spent in Bethesda in the first part of the 20th century – is fantastic.

There are people who really hate Caradog Prichard because he wrote about child molesters, murder, suicide and other aspects of The Everyday Story Of Bethesda Folk that a lot of people would rather was not discussed. Caradog’s childhood was ruined after his mum was incarcerated in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh… Kate Roberts’s work describes a bleak and hard existence but she didn’t really go for the jugular like Caradog. Some years ago I interviewed a younger relative of Kate’s who remembered her well. She told me that Kate was ‘unhappy’ and had difficulties in her relationships with the rest of the family and the village…

Kate Roberts was born in Rhosgadfan, near Caernarfon, where her father Owen was a quarryman. She graduated in Welsh from UCNW, trained as a teacher, taught in a primary school in Llanberis for a year and then in 1915 moved to Ystalyfera in the Swansea Valley as a secondary school teacher. In 1917 Kate took up a teaching post at Aberdare County School for Girls. She was a teacher of Welsh for some fifteen years in total and one of her pupils was the future poet, Gwenallt, who became a lifelong friend.

Roberts met Morris T. Williams, also a native of Caernarfonshire, at Plaid Cymru meetings and married him in 1928. From 1929-31, she and Morris lived in Rhiwbina in north Cardiff (which was where Rhodri Williams grew up, Kate will have known his parents) and then in Tonypandy (where George Thomas, Labour MP and child molester grew up) for four years. Morris Williams was a printer and eventually he and Kate bought the printing and publishing house Gwasg Gee at Denbigh and moved to live in the town in 1935, where they remained for the rest of their lives.

‘Traed Mewn Cyffion’ was published in 1936. I’m not sure who published the original, but Gwasg Gomer published a version in 2001; a translation by John Idris Jones was published by Seren in 2002 and a translation by Katie Gramich was published by Parthian Books in 2012. Kate Roberts’s other works were:

‘Ffair Gaeaf a storïau eraill’ (‘Winter Fair and other stories’) (1937). Denbigh : Gwasg Gee, 2000.

‘Stryd y Glep’ (Gossip Row) (1949) Bethesda : Gwasg Gee, 2011.

‘Y Byw Sy’n Cysgu’ (‘The Living That Sleep’) (1956) Denbigh : Gwasg Gee, 1995.

‘Te yn y Grug’ (‘Tea in the Heather’) (1959) Llandysul : Gwasg Gee, 2004.

‘Y Lôn Wen’ (‘The White Lane’) (1960) Denbigh : Gwasg Gee, 2000.

‘Tywyll Heno’ (‘Dark Tonight’) (1962) Denbigh : Gwasg Gee, 2010.

Translations of Kate’s work include Roberts, Kate (2001) ‘Sun and Storm and other stories’. Denbigh : Gwasg Gee.

 

Can anyone see Gwasg Gee, the publishing house at Denbigh owned by Kate and her husband, hidden in the picture? It would appear that The Queen of Our Literature purchased a publishing house at Denbigh with her husband, which subsequently published her own work. I have only quickly accessed this list from Kate Roberts’s wiki entry and it doesn’t state who published her books when she originally wrote them, but I wonder if it was Gwasg Gee?

What interests me though is that Gwasg Gee was particularly busy publishing Kate Roberts’s novels decades after she originally published them. Gwasg Gee swung into action in 1995, then again in 2000, 2001, 2004, 2010 and 2011.

Let us take a look at the dates of the English translations of Kate’s work:

2002 – ‘Feet in Chains’. Translated by John Idris Jones. Bridgend : Seren.

2001 – ‘Sun and Storm and other stories’. Denbigh : Gwasg Gee.

2002 – ‘Tea in the heather’. Translated by Wyn Griffith. Bridgend : Seren.

1991 – ‘The World of Kate Roberts : selected stories, 1925–1981’. Translated by Joseph P. Clancy. Philadelphia : Temple University Press.

So in 1991 for some reason Temple University Press, based in Philadelphia, thought that the world needed an introduction to the short stories of Kate. Just as the first police investigation was launched into the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales with connections in high places, which was being facilitated by Dafydd et al at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

Furthermore, in 1991, University of Wales Press published ‘Kate Roberts: An Introduction To Her Work In English’ by Derec Llwyd Morgan. Derec Llwyd Morgan was the VC of Aberystwyth University, 1995-04 and a loyal servant of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Derec Llwyd Morgan, like Kate Roberts, was a graduate of UCNW (Bangor University) and spent a number of years as an academic at Bangor. In 1991 the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland was VC at Bangor (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). The VC of Aberystwyth in 1991 was paedophiles’ friend Lord K.O. Morgan – Lord Ken’s late wife the criminologist Jane Morgan was also a paedophiles’ friend.

1991 – the year that I and two other witnesses to that paedophile ring had our careers destroyed by people in senior roles in medicine and the media in England who were colluding with those in north Wales facilitating the paedophile ring; the year that a number of attempts were made to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of people facilitating that paedophile ring, although everyone involved in the cases – Sir Patrick Mayhew the Attorney General, barristers, solicitors, judges – knew that perjury had been committed…

There was a bit more action in 1995 – the year that Dafydd didn’t really retire, the year in which the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was not completely closed down, the year that the most bizarre shenanigans took place at the highest level of the Welsh Office and the year that once more, there was a co-ordinated attempt by Dafydd et al to have me declared insane and dangerous and transferred to a secure institution.

By 1995 Ronnie Waterhouse had decided that he was going to delay his planned retirement and he embarked on his Grand Tour of the paedophiles’ friends of Wales before he conducted the Waterhouse Inquiry, which of course he had no idea that he was going to conduct until he received that phone call from the secretary of his old mate the Lord Chief Justice, Lord Peter Taylor, asking Ronnie for permission to give his phone number to his other old mates at the Welsh Office (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).

In 2000, the year that Sir Ronnie published his whitewash, Gwasg Gee went into overdrive re Kate Roberts and was soon assisted by Seren and Gomer, two other Welsh presses. The Welsh literary world is very small, everyone involved in all this frantic Kate Roberts related activity will have known each other and there will have been many paedophiles’ friends among them.

Gwasg Gee went to sleep again after 2004, but bugger me, back they came in 2010 with more Kate Roberts material. Just as the voices demanding a new investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal could not be silenced. Oh – and just as Brown and me had published material about the abuse of psychiatric patients, particularly in north Wales.

 

When I have time I will have a look at the full contribution that Gwasg Gee made to the world of literature to see if Gwasg Gee published any books by anyone other than those written by the person who owned – or used to own – the publisher.

Gwasg Gee didn’t just publish books. The press published pamphlets and the weekly ‘Y Faner’ (‘The Banner’), for which Kate Roberts wrote regularly. After Roberts’s husband’s death in 1946, she carried on working at the press for another ten years. Kate Roberts also wrote much political journalism, I suspect for ‘Y Faner’, which succeeded an earlier newspaper which had been launched by Thomas Gee. Guess which press he owned at that time?

 

Alan Llwyd’s 2011 biography of Kate Roberts used diaries and letters to shed fresh light on her private life and her relationship with Morris. I haven’t read Llwyd’s biography, but I know that it is believed that Morris T. Williams was gay and actively pursued homosexual relationships after he was married. It has been suggested that his marriage to Kate was a sham and rather unhappy.

 

Kate and Morris lived on the doorstep of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, of course they knew some of what was going on in there. Morris cannot be charged with having knowledge of Gwynne and Dafydd because he died in 1946, but Kate lived until 1985. She will have known what was going on in the North Wales Hospital.

Kate and her husband are both buried in a chapel in Denbigh.

Kate will have known rather more about Dafydd and the paedophiles than someone who had simply moved to Denbigh after she married. Kate knew Dafydd personally – whether she knew Gwynne as well I do not know. But Kate knew Dafydd, as well as many of his friends and protectors, from her involvement with Plaid. I need to read some more archive material to build up a fuller picture, but Kate maintained a literary friendship with Saunders Lewis, who was President of Plaid, 1926-39. A collection of their correspondence, 1923-83, was edited by Dafydd Ifans and published by the National Library of Wales, Aberystwyth in 1992!

It was Dafydd who made the recording of Saunders Lewis’s 1962 broadcast ‘Tynged Yr Iaith’ (‘The Fate of the Language’). Dafydd knew old Saunders well.

J.E. Daniel succeeded Saunders as President of Plaid, 1939-43. Prof J.E. Daniel was a paedophiles’ friend of an earlier era and was the father of Huw Daniel, the corrupt judge who was desperately keen to imprison me in 2004 after I was charged with ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ on the basis of the perjury of numerous Angels and of course Davies himself (see post ‘Some Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Huw Daniel worked on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit – as did Ronnie Waterhouse and numerous other paedophiles’ friends.

 

Dafydd stood for election to Parliament as the Plaid candidate in Denbigh in 1959 and 1964. Kate won’t have missed that. Kate will have known the other Plaid candidates who stood for Denbigh throughout the decades until she died, as well as no doubt the candidates who opposed them. Being politically active, Kate will have known the MPs for Denbigh and indeed the MPs for the whole region whom I have previously blogged about. They all kept schtum about the North Wales Hospital and the paedophile ring.

Kate Roberts was involved in the campaign for Welsh-medium education and later in life she asserted that her greatest achievement was helping to bring into being one of the first Welsh-medium secondary schools, Ysgol Twm o’r Nant in Denbigh.

Kate Roberts will have known the group of teachers and educators who were members of Plaid and campaigned for Welsh-medium education in the 1950s and 60s, including Nefyl Williams, who stood as the Plaid candidate for Flint West in 1959, Gwilym Hughes, who stood as the Plaid candidate for Flint East in 1966 and Chris Rees, who stood as the Plaid candidate for Swansea East, but was a teacher in north Wales.  Many members of the group worked for Flintshire County Council – in fact so many of them did that Plaid had to hold back on fielding some of them as candidates, particularly as a number of hopefuls were from one school alone – Ysgol Glan Clwyd. Flintshire’s then Deputy Director of Education M.J. Jones was a Plaid member, as was the headmaster of Ysgol Hiraddug in Dyserth, D.J. Thomas. I think that Dr B. Hadyn Williams, the Director of Education for Flintshire, was involved with Plaid as well. Ysgol Glan Clwyd has a special interest in musical theatre and a number of high profile Welsh people in showbiz went to Ysgol Glan Clwyd.

Some of these people – if not all – will have known the big wigs from Flintshire and Denbighshire, such as Ronnie Waterhouse and William Mars-Jones, who concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al.

 

Cae’r Gors, the quarryman’s cottage in which Roberts was born and brought up, has been taken into the care of Cadw and turned into a museum open to the public. I can remember when the lobbying to have the long derelict wreck which was Kate’s old home turned into a Place of Pilgrimage began, because my Welsh teacher was involved with the campaign. It was in about 2001 – shortly after the time of the national shame – and sham – that was the Waterhouse Report.

Alun Ffred Jones, the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and Plaid AM for Caernarfon and then Arfon, 2003-16, had much to do with Cadw when he was Heritage Minister. Alun Ffred’s brother is Dafydd Iwan, who was also leader of Gwynedd County Council and wrote the song in tribute to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. Alun Ffred and Dafydd Iwan’s father was a Minister who was either educated or worked -or both – at the Bala Theological College where Huw Daniel’s father, Prof J.E. Daniel, worked.

Yma O Hyd!

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation. And a literary one. Ooh and we’ve got artists as well. Who all received massive amounts of PR every time that someone mentioned the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales with links to the highest levels of society.

 

I have mentioned before that I was warned by people in north Wales that I had no idea of the enormity of what I was dealing with when I challenged Dafydd and the paedophiles. I was advised to leave the country and on one occasion I was told that I would probably be found dead if I did battle with them. It is only in recent years that I have begun to understand how frightened many people were. I was told by the former secretary of Keith Thompson, the Chief Exec of the NW Wales NHS Trust: ‘They rule by fear, I would never dare stand up to them’.

I have this morning received an e mail from someone who has recently been savaged by the mental health services in north Wales who was considering writing a piece for this blog, to warn others. They have now asked me not to publish anything about them ‘because they know where I live, they have my records, they have information about me and it is my safety at risk’. I absolutely understand this point of view. However, I have now been forced into hiding after being followed by an unfriendly policeman with a gun and a number of attempts to run me off the road when I was driving.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova!

 

There is a scene in ‘Monty Python and The Holy Grail’ when the effeminate singing prince states ‘I’ll Tell’ and is immediately surrounded by maidens singing ‘He’s Going To Tell…’. The Prince’s angry father interrupts, yelling that there’ll be none of that singing here…

Well you can’t interrupt me can you Dafydd et al because you have no idea where I am…

She’s going to tell…She’s going to tell…

You bet that I am.

 

When one first begins working in the domains of the paedophiles’ and their friends, it is possible to not quite realise what is happening. When I worked at Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’) and I heard a ‘nursing home’ manager boasting that if a client ever threatened to hit her she would hit them back and then a few days later I heard the same person boasting that she had grabbed a client by the throat, slammed her up against a wall and threatened to punch her in the face, I kept thinking ‘was this just a tall story from a yob to try and impress everyone?’. Then I noticed that the residents of Prestwood ‘nursing homes’ were being encouraged to watch porn and that there was endless rather crude talk of sexual matters between them and some of the senior members of staff. Then I noticed that the residents were distraught and self-harming after ‘therapy sessions’. Then one of the residents told me that in her therapy sessions, she was told to hug and cuddle as many people as possible because ‘touching people is normal’. Then two young women residents told me that the managers of Prestwood – as a treat – were taking them to a ‘club for people like us’ in Manchester. The club was a pick-up joint. It began to dawn on me that the sectioned, very vulnerable residents of Prestwood were being softened up for sexually predatory behaviour. I noticed all this within the space of three weeks and I left.

After I left Prestwood, I was told by a former employee that a prostitute had been hired and sent into one of the homes for the use of a male resident. Then I was told that a young woman resident’s ‘therapy’ was to watch porn, because this resident had previously refused to avail herself of the porn freely available in the care home. She was locked in a room with a hard core porn film to overcome her resistance to therapy. Prestwood was grooming ‘service users’ for life in the sex industry.

Two days at Prestwood would not have been enough to realise this, but a month told one that this was a very odd, abusive organisation and anyone who worked there for three months would have been left in no doubt that this was a major people trafficking operation which was enjoying the support of Ashworth Hospital, the Mental Health Act Commission and the Social Services Inspectorate.

Likewise, when a friend of mine who was a student nurse at Bangor University began her NHS placements with the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, she noticed some rather lax attitudes among permanent staff. Subsequently, on placement at Bryn Hesketh Unit for older mentally ill patients, my friend witnessed an old lady on the floor being told by a male Angel to ‘get up you silly old cow’. The Angel told my friend that it might seem cruel but it was the only way of dealing with them. Bryn Hesketh was later the subject of a major abuse investigation.

If one works in these organisations for any length of time, one knows when something is seriously wrong. I have mentioned in previous posts that staff of the School of Education in Bangor University had all previously worked as teachers in north Wales schools. I don’t for one moment believe that they ever mistreated children themselves, but they knew that it was happening. It will have been the usual story – ‘the paedophiles’ friends are in charge and we will be stuffed if we say a word’.

When I did my PGCE at Bangor University in 2000-01, two of the senior tutors employed on the course had worked for years in secondary schools run by Gwynedd County Council as science teachers. One of them, Margaret Ellis Jones, was married to the returning officer for the 2001 General Election, so I presume that Margaret’s husband held some sort of senior position in the region, perhaps in Gwynedd County Council. Margaret and her colleague Prys Morgan Jones both knew Dafydd Wigley and one of them taught Wigley’s children. The year that I did teacher training, it was known that there were major problems in Holyhead School due to the gross incompetence of Margaret Chantrell the Headmistress and Gerald Hewitson, the Deputy Head (see post ‘I Warn You…’). I and a friend who were on placement at Holyhead School both had bad experiences there, as did a number of other student teachers – Holyhead School tried for some unknown reason to completely ruin the career of one student within weeks of him beginning his placement. The tutors at Bangor University came to his rescue and he did qualify, but the student teachers all watched the vindictive attack from Holyhead School open-mouthed. Over the following years, the horror stories from Holyhead School grew and grew…

Bangor University knew that there were substantial problems at Holyhead School but could not do anything. They tried to protect the student teachers from serious injustices as best as they could, but Chantrell was said to have good relationships with figures at the Welsh Assembly and was after an advisory job there. Bangor University needed/needs placements for student teachers – just as it needed/needs placements for student nurses and student social workers – so they couldn’t simply do the obvious and tell Holyhead School that they were so bad that there would be no more student teachers going there. If Prys and Margaret had taken the matter up with Dafydd Wigley they would have got nowhere, even though they both knew him.

This is why Dionne Warwick’s  1962 song ‘Walk On By’ might as well be the anthem for north Wales. The paedophiles’ friends know where everyone lives, they know their friends and relatives and everyone knows someone who’s life has been wrecked after they stood up to the paedophiles’ friends. It ends in attempts to kill witnesses whilst everyone studiously looks in the other direction humming ‘Walk On By’. One of the vintage record sleeves for ‘Walk On By’ advertised Dionne’s recordings of ‘Put Yourself In My Place’ and ‘Shall I Tell?’

A punk version of ‘Walk On By’ was recorded in 1978 – by The Stranglers.

Isaac Hayes recorded a version in 1969, which was used in the film ‘Dead Presidents’. The single reached number 30 in the US Billboard Hot 100 Chart. I have no idea what that is, but Paul Gambaccini will know, he’s always banging on about the Billboard Chart. The Paul Gambaccini who boasts of knowing many of the same stars who are touched by Dafydd’s network (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’) and who was arrested and investigated and then cleared – along with Cliff – as part of Operation Yewtree.

Dionne Warwick also recorded ‘Anyone Who Had A Heart’ – as did Cilla. Cilla was a personal friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s Hospital Medical School. Chamberlain and his colleagues were concealing a paedophile ring in London and the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Chamberlain was also involved in research fraud (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’).

Cliff was a friend of Cilla’s.

They may well not have been abusing kids and intimidating witnesses themselves but they certainly knew people who were.

 

 

My post ‘Heart Of Darkness’ mentioned that it was Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane who in 1987 released Professor Oliver Brooke of St George’s Medical School from prison on appeal after likening Oliver Brooke’s huge child porn collection to a collection of cigarette cards. Geoffrey Lane refused the 1988 appeal of the Birmingham Six. It was Geoffrey Lane who appointed Ronnie Waterhouse as Presiding judge of the Chester and Wales Circuit in 1980 and it was his successor as Lord Chief Justice, Peter Taylor, who sent out the first official feelers to Ronnie re ordering Ronnie to Chair the Waterhouse Inquiry.

So who appointed the Geoffrey Lane who was colluding with organised child abuse and in turn appointing other people who were as well to senior positions? It was Lord Hailsham, in his capacity as Lord Chancellor. The Lord Hailsham who was a colleague of all those senior people in the Royal Navy and Admiralty who concealed organised child abuse (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’) – including Admiral Sir Alec Bingley, whose wife Lady Juliet and son William moved mountains to protect Dafydd and the paedophiles for many years (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

 

Sir Thomas Bingham succeeded Lord Peter Taylor as Lord Chief Justice. Bingham served as Master of the Rolls, 1992-96, Lord Chief Justice, 1996-2000 – throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry – and Senior Law Lord. After retiring from the judiciary in 2008, Bingham focused on teaching and lecturing in human rights law.

Bingham was born at Marylebone. His parents were two Top Doctors, Thomas Henry Bingham and Catherine Bingham, who practised in Reigate, Surrey. His father was born in Belfast and his mother was from California, before being raised on the Isle of Man.

Thomas was educated at The Hawthorns prep school in Surrey and Sedbergh School. He developed a strong attachment with the Church of England. He won an open scholarship to Balliol College, Oxford, but first completed National Service, 1952–54, in the Royal Ulster Rifles serving in Hong Kong. He served in the  TA for the next five years.

Bingham entered Gray’s Inn during his second year at Oxford. He was elected President of Balliol Junior Common Room. After graduation, he read for the Bar, coming top of Bar finals in 1959.

In 1963 he married Elizabeth Loxley and their daughter, the Hon. Kate Bingham, has been married to Dr Jesse Norman since 1992. Jesse Norman is a Tory MP who had published two books with the University of Buckingham Press.  

 

In 1965 Thomas Bingham and his wife Elizabeth acquired a cottage near Boughrood, near Brecon in Powys. Paedophiles’ friend Baroness Eirene White (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) lived nearby and Adrianne Jones, who advised the Welsh Office re child abuse and was also one of Ronnie’s advisers at the Waterhouse Inquiry, retired to the area. Adrianne had been the Director of Birmingham City Council Social Services whilst children in care in Birmingham were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. In 1976 Anthony Taylor was convicted at Talgarth Magistrates Court near Brecon of indecently assaulting two boys from Bryn Estyn. The bisexual George Melly with a penchant for teenaged boys also had a house in that part of Powys.

Bingham was a pupil barrister under Owen Stable QC – Ronnie Waterhouse was close friends with Philip, Stable’s son – in Lord Scarman’s chambers. Bingham served as Standing Counsel at the Department of Education for four years from 1968. At that time the abuse of children in special schools, in north Wales and elsewhere, was rampant. Bingham was Counsel to the Judicial Inquiry into the 1974 Flixborough Disaster, when a chemical plant exploded and killed 28 people. The findings of the Inquiry were not accepted by many people.

In 1977, when still at the Bar, Bingham rose to public attention when he was appointed by the then-Foreign Secretary Dr Death to head a public enquiry into alleged breaches of UN sanctions by oil companies in Southern Rhodesia. I presume that Dr Death made that appointment in the wake of Bingham excelling at the Flixborough Inquiry.

Bingham was appointed a Recorder in 1975, and was promoted to High Court Judge in April 1980 and assigned to the Commercial Court. He was further promoted to the Court of Appeal in 1986, In 1991 he led a high-profile inquiry into the collapse of the Bank of Credit and Commerce International (BCCI).

Bingham succeeded Lord John Donaldson as Master of the Rolls in 1992. It was Lord Donaldson who as Master of the Rolls had given Mary Wynch leave to sue Dafydd and the paedophiles and this did not endear Lord Donaldson to many people. Lord Donaldson’s good work was sabotaged in 1993 when Mary was ruined by Home Secretary Michael Howard, although Dafydd et al had fessed up re their crimes in relation to Mary a few years previously. No-one made the mistake of appointing another Lord Donaldson as Master of the Rolls.

Bingham was one of the first senior judges to give public support to incorporation of the European Convention on Human Rights into English Law, which ultimately came about with the passing of the Human Rights Act 1998. Which is not used to protect the Human Rights of the truly oppressed, it is routinely used to protect the human rights of people who have often abused the human rights of others but who have more money than those whom they have shafted.

Bingham was appointed Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales in 1996 – following paedophiles’ friend Lord Peter Taylor – by Lord Chancellor Lord Mackay of Clashfern who has been responsible for boosting the careers of many paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Bingham was the highest-ranking judge in regular courtroom service; he was personally responsible for adding ‘and Wales’ to the office’s title.

Bingham was given a peerage in June 1996, enabling him to serve on the Appellate Committee of the House of Lords. He continued as Lord Chief Justice until 2000, when he was appointed Senior Law Lord. This position had customarily been held by the longest-serving Law Lord, but the then-Lord Chancellor, Derry Irvine, took the view that ‘a more dynamic leader was required’. That’s the good thing about Derry Irvine, if the right people are not going to end up in the right jobs because of nonsense like the constitution, Derry just rewrites it.

Bingham was a strong advocate for divorcing the judicial branch of the Lords from its legislative functions by setting up a new Supreme Court of the UK, which was accomplished under the Constitutional Reform Act 2005. Which I think was something to do with Derry Irvine.

 

Lady Brenda Hale –  a friend of paedophiles’ friend and Top Lady St Helena Kennedy (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’) – has stated that Bingham’s ‘role in pioneering the Supreme Court may be his most important and long lasting legacy’. Brenda has certainly done well out of it – she is the President of the Supreme Court (see post ‘In The Courts’).

From 2001-08, Bingham held the office of High Steward of Oxford University. Bingham served on the Advisory Council on Public Records, the Magna Carta Trust and the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts. He was a Trustee of the Pilgrim Trust for 15 years and an Honorary Fellow of the British Academy from 2003. He also served as President and Chairman of the British Institute of International and Comparative Law, which established in 2010 the Bingham Centre for the Rule of Law in his honour.

In 2009, Bingham became involved with Reprieve, a UK Charity. He died the following year and is buried at St Cynog’s Church, Boughrood.

 

Now for the names of a few others who were behind the scenes when yet more paedophiles’ friends were appointed to key roles. My post ‘Heart Of Darkness’ discussed the regimes of two previous Vice-Chancellors of the University of Wales – Eric Sunderland and Roy Evans – and the help that Profs Sunderland and Evans provided to the paedophiles’ friends, particularly with regard to the Jillings Investigation and then the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry.

The President of the University of Wales Bangor when both Eric and Roy Evans were appointed was paedophiles’ friend and Ronnie’s former pupil master and friend Sir William Mars-Jones. Mars-Jones’s sister-in-law Dilys was sent copies of confidential correspondence regarding the complaints that I and other people had made about Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital. Sir William will have had a hand in appointing Eric Sunderland and Roy Evans.

At the time of Eric and Roy’s appointments, Bangor was still a constituent college of the University of Wales. The Vice-Chancellor of the University of Wales, 1983-85, was Sir Aubrey Trotman-Dickenson. Sir Aubrey not only presided over an institution run and staffed by the associates and facilitators of a paedophile gang, but he will have had a say in the invitation to Eric Sunderland to come and join the party when Eric was at Durham University.

The paedophiles’ friends must have thought very highly of Sir Aubrey, because he served three terms as VC of the University of Wales. The first term was 1975-77, the second was 1983-85 – when Sir Charles Evans was dispatched with after having caused so much trouble despite being a Top Doctor and a paedophiles’ friend and the services of Eric Sunderland were called upon – and then Aubrey was back by popular demand between 1991-93.

The first investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales took place between 1991-93. The Chief Constable of the North Wales Police David Owen refused to co-operate with the investigation and the rest of the police hardly pursued enquiries with vigour. A dawn raid on the homes of Bryn Estyn staff took place on 15 March 1992 but the staff seemed to know in advance that this was going to happen. The police found no child porn and 12 of the 16 people arrested were released without charge. In 1993 the police investigation ended and the North Wales Police stated that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire.

It was towards the end of 1993 that I wrote to Michael Mansfield about the harassment of me by Gwynedd Social Services. I think it highly unlikely that Mansfield kept my letter a secret, what with being a leading light in leftie lawyer circles – the radical lawyer circles who were part of the cover-up. Mansfield will have known Cherie, who was mates with Michael Beloff QC – who was on hand to advise the insurers of Clwyd County Council to completely suppress the Jillings Report in 1996. Patricia Scotland, who acted as Counsel for the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry – and bagged a peerage from Blair whilst she was at it – worked in Mansfield’s Chambers. God knows how many other links between that lot and the paedophiles’ friends there were. No wonder interesting things began happening at the top of Bangor University within months of me writing to Mansfield. Particularly as Sir William Mars-Jones QC, one of the biggest legal names in London, was the President of Bangor University at the time. Mars-Jones stood down as President in 1995 – to be replaced by paedophiles’ friend Lord Cledwyn, who was mates with the Kinnocks (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Tony Francis (Dr X) knew the Windbag from their university days in Cardiff.

It was during the latter half of 1994 that Dafydd really geared up for war, firstly making statements to his lawyers claiming that I had thrown a rock through his door at 3 am in the morning – he produced no evidence at all to back up this allegation – and then gaining a High Court injunction against me on the basis of a bizarre affidavit which was substantially untrue and mostly concerned with the activities of someone else rather than me.

At about the time that I wrote to Michael Mansfield, John Smith appointed Ron Davies of the Moment of Madness fame as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales.

How are you Mr Mansfield? Your reputation is in tatters…

Michael Mansfield lived just down the road from St George’s Hospital Medical School whilst the staff there concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and a linked paedophile gang in London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Many of the staff were his neighbours.

 

Sir Aubrey was a chemist who was Principal of UWIST from 1968-88 and Principal of its successor, University of Wales College of Cardiff, from 1988-93. So Sir Aubrey had been the boss of Roy Evans immediately prior to Roy being appointed VC of Bangor.

Sir Aubrey had previously been a lecturer in chemistry at the University of Edinburgh and Professor of Chemistry at University College of Wales Aberystwyth. So Sir Aubrey had been Of The Paedophiles’ Friends for years.

I was intrigued to discover that Sir Aubrey was a chemist – precisely an expert in gas phase kinetics. Scientists of the non-medical kind do sometimes turn up as paedophiles’ friends in high places and university administrators, but it is usually Top Doctors and lawyers/members of the judiciary who excel in such roles. Sir Aubrey’s obituary in the Torygraph provides info suggesting why he was so valuable as a paedophiles’ friend.

Sir Aubrey was educated at Winchester College and Balliol College, Oxford. After graduation he became a fellow of the National Research Council in Ottawa, then completed a PhD at Manchester University. He worked for DuPont in the US before being appointed to a lectureship at Edinburgh University. He was appointed Professor and Head of the Chemistry at Aberystwyth University in 1960.

Trotman Dickenson was the architect of the 1988 merger between UWIST and University College Cardiff to form the University of Wales College of Cardiff now Cardiff University), where he oversaw a massive programme of building and refurbishment.

The Torygraph observed that ‘Nothing escaped his attention’. Sir Aubrey will have noticed a gang of paedophiles then and the presence among them of Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison. ‘Legend has it’ that Sir Aubrey ‘personally designed the original carpets for the foyer and stairs in the Bute Building and for the Viriamu Jones Gallery in the Main Building’. Students at Cardiff University have commented to me about the rather odd arrangement re the grand central buildings of Cardiff University – I think that they were originally Cardiff City Council buildings, rather than university buildings. So Sir Aubrey will have known how Cardiff University came to acquire them. Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, the Chairman of the University Grants Committee in the 1980s, described Sir Aubrey as ‘one of the very best financial managers that any university or college has’. So did Sir Aubrey bag those big cakey buildings from the City Council for a song then?

Of course Swinnerton-Dyer was given the job as Chairman of the UGC to implement the drastic cuts to the UK universities that Thatcher was determined to push through. Previous posts have explained how Swinnerton-Dyer planned to close UCNW completely but after a conversation with Prof Alwyn Roberts the PVC of UCNW, Swinnerton-Dyer had a change of heart, presumably having been reminded by Alwyn Roberts that UCNW was heaving with staff who were facilitating or had knowledge of the sex trafficking ring which was supplying underaged boys to Peter Morrison and his friends.

He’s going to tell, he’s going to tell…

One thing that a man who was a maths undergrad at Cambridge in the 1960s told me was that Swinnerton-Dyer tried to get off with him. According to this man, Swinnerton-Dyer was very unpleasant and had a well-established reputation for propositioning (male) students and for walking around the college clad only in a towel serving as a loin cloth.

 

UCNW did not completely escape Swinnerton-Dyer’s axe. Severe cuts were imposed on the institution, which Eric Sunderland et al had to deal with and I presume that Sir Aubrey doubled up as a guiding light. As the cuts were imposed, it was obvious that decisions had not been taken on the basis of meritocracy. A number of Depts closed down – maths, philosophy and drama. Psychology was ear-marked for closure, but it was widely believed that Fergus Lowe enlisted the help of B.F. Skinner to ensure its survival (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). I think it is more likely that Fungus used his knowledge of Dafydd and the paedophile ring with members in high places. As ever re matters north Wales, there was a conundrum.

As the axe fell, among all the wailing and gnashing of teeth, the hopeless embarrassing joke that was the Agriculture Dept survived unscathed. The Agriculture Dept which had employed Mary Wynch as a secretary when Dafydd and the paedophiles had come gunning for her. The Agriculture Dept headed by the grossly incompetent J.B. Owen who became a laughing stock among local farmers when the UCNW owned farm went bankrupt. The Agriculture Dept which unfathomably provided an adviser to Thatcher in the form of Professor Richard Howarth.

Something was going on in the Agri Dept which Mary Wynch discovered and which no-one else dared breathe a word about, but I have no idea what it was.

 

Something odd happened to one of the lecturers from the philosophy dept after it was closed down that I have never been able to get to the bottom of. He went to prison in circumstances that had all the hallmarks of a fit-up by the paedophiles’ friends. It was claimed that he was driving near Menai Bridge when he got out of his car and violently attacked three (I think) young men with less than law-abiding reputations themselves. Strange things like that can happen, but there were three of them and only one middle-aged former philosophy lecturer – surely they’d have beaten him to a pulp? I didn’t know the lecturer concerned but when I read about the case in the press, it obviously stunk. Years later I met one of his colleagues, the only person I ever met who remembered it all, who told me that the philosophy lecturer was indeed framed but this man didn’t know why.

 

The Torygraph said of Sir Aubrey that ‘He believed that departmental heads knew best how to run their departments and saw his job as ensuring that the best people were appointed and supporting them financially as generously as possible’. So that must be why an utter incompetent like J.B.Owen was left in charge of the Agriculture Dept in the wake of a member of staff being unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd et al and students leaving the dept in droves because it was just so crap with so many of the lecturers so obviously being mates of J.B. Owen’s who were either unemployable or had been put out to grass. Their average age seemed to be about 80 and one student said to me in despair ‘they’re digging them up out of the grave over there’. I’m surprised that Dafydd wasn’t put on secondment to the Agri Dept after Fungus overthrew him in the Psychology Dept.

 

For a time Sir Aubrey Trotman–Dickenson owned and personally maintained several houses in Cardiff in which flats were let to students. He also served at various times on the Wales Gas Board and the Welsh Council, as Chairman of Job Creation Wales and the Department of the Environment Planning and Transport Research Advisory Council.

 

After Sir Aubrey’s 1983-85 stint as VC of the University of Wales, Gareth Owen succeeded him for the period 1985-87. Gareth Owen was a zoologist and a paedophiles’ friend who was Principal of University College Abersytwyth, 1979-89, but who seems to have had a lower profile than others in that role.

The list of VCs of the University of Wales that I have found does not name anyone for the period 1987-89, so I’m curious as to what happened then. In 1989 Eric Sunderland became VC of the University of Wales, a post he retained until 1991. When Sir Aubrey reappeared for the duration of the police investigation…

After the North Wales Police had given their colleagues and friends the all clear in 1993, the paedophiles’ friend par excellence Lord K.O. Morgan was appointed as VC of the University of Wales, 1993-95. Lord Ken was in place to wave goodbye to Eric Sunderland as Eric stood down from his role as Principal of Bangor – leaving Eric free to play a major part in rigging arrangements in time for the submission of the Jillings Report and setting up of the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’) – and to welcome the paedophiles’ poodle Roy Evans to Bangor.

Details re Lord Ken can be read in my post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’. Lord Ken is a Labour Party big wig who has had a long and happy relationship with the paedophiles’ friends, as did his late wife the criminologist Jane Morgan. Jane had a special interest in the child victims of crime and was a mate of Prof Dick Hobbs. Dick Hobbs is an ethnographer who’s research interest is in serious organised crime and police corruption. Dick is a good mate of Laurie Taylor who is also a criminologist who is a personal friend of a few who have been involved in serious crime. Laurie is the dad of Matthew Taylor, Blair’s former advisor.

There is of course someone who has occupied a role in the University of Wales for years and was in that role whilst the shenanigans detailed here were taking place – the Chancellor, Prince Charles.

The role of Chancellor is often seen as ceremonial, but this is Prince Charles of the ‘black spider letters’ to Ministers that we are talking about. Furthermore Charles must have noticed that one of the longest serving Ladies-in-Waiting to his mother was Dame Mary Morrison, the sister of Peter Morrison. Lilibet knows Peter Morrison, even if Charles doesn’t because she knighted him. In Feb 1991 to be precise.

 

Willie Whitelaw, who served as a loyal paedophiles’ friend in many capacities, was Lord President of the Council, 1983-88. One of the roles of Lord President of the Council is to serve as the visitor for the University of Wales.

 

I observed in previous posts that one person who’s empire underwent massive expansion during the years of Roy Evan’s tenure as VC of Bangor was that of Fergus Lowe. Fungus had been beavering away for a long while however.

In the mid-1980s when the axe of Swinnteron-Dyer was poised to swing in the direction of the Psychology Dept, that Dept was a rather pathetic outfit, a semi-derelict house in College Road. Two of the more high profile staff were Prof Tim Miles the dyslexia expert who knew about the paedophile gang but kept quiet and Alun Waddon, who conducted research in collaboration with the paedophiles’ friends and, according to a former psychology student who e mailed me, offered to show a class of more than 80 students images of child abuse (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’). The Dept was dominated by Dafydd and it ‘trained’ clinical psychologists at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh.

The female clin psy students were sexually harassed by Dafydd. I know this because after Dafydd kidnapped me in Dec 1986, one of the many people who filled me in on him when I escaped was a psychologist who was working at Great Ormond Street Hospital who had ‘trained’ at UCNW/North Wales Hospital. She told me that it was horrendous at Denbigh, that everyone knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting young female patients and after wrecking their lives he would offer them a job as his nanny or housekeeper and then a place to live in his house. This young woman told me that Dafydd owned many of the abusive ‘care homes’ in north Wales but his name wasn’t on the books – years later I was told that he was behind Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd – and that a Welsh language journalist had investigated Dafydd and his scams, including the abuse of patients. She also told me that Dafydd sexually harassed the female staff and students constantly. When she began her ‘training’ at Denbigh, Dafydd had introduced himself and invited her to his office to ‘talk about psychology’. When she arrived Dafydd produced an dog-eared old photo of himself and said to her ‘this is me when I started my medical training. Don’t ewe think I was handsome?’

Dafydd – no, she didn’t. But we pissed ourselves laughing at that anecdote, as did the many Hergest patients to whom I related it.

‘We have no evidence of any misconduct on the part of Dr Jones’. signed – pp absolutely everyone from the GMC, the Welsh Office and DoH downwards.

When I met this clin psych, I didn’t know that witnesses were being found dead and I mentioned the experiences of this clin psych in a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority. I very much hope that she is still alive and is not one of the many who have been killed in a car crash or ‘died of an overdose’ or ‘committed suicide’.

 

There are many in the School of Psychology who are eternally grateful to Fungus for overthrowing Dafydd and building the School of Psychology into what it is today, allegedly a global leader. But Fungus replaced Dafydd’s toxicity with his own. Fungus used his knowledge of Dafydd and the paedophiles and all those in senior positions who had colluded with them to build his empire. Fungus ended up as Deputy VC at Bangor and everyone trembled at the thought of him. Those in the School of Education virtually wet themselves at the prospect of a confrontation with Fungus.

Before I left Bangor I got the impression that Fungus knew that I was planning to publish an expose of Dafydd et al because I was receiving low level aggro directly from Fungus and he began appearing behind me whenever I was in conversation with someone, obviously taking note of who I was talking to and what was being said.

Sadly dear old Fungus died ‘suddenly and unexpectedly’ – WELL!!!! – on 10 Dec 2014 – but had he lived I would have been delighted for him to have read this blog in order for the poisonous sociopath to understand that not everyone can be intimidated into silence by him or indeed by a bunch of gangsters. Furthermore, it would have been educational for him to realise that using Dafydd as the source of your power base and then relying on tying everyone up together so that they all keep their mouths shut was not a good idea.

 

There are very few facilities provided for the patients in the psych units in north Wales, but one thing that entertained everybody a few years ago in Wrexham Maelor was a game of Jenga that someone’s friend brought in for them. Remove a few crucial pieces and see the whole structure fall down!

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Previous posts have mentioned that Fungus really hit the big time with a massive grant from Unilever in the 1990s, which funded a whole new building in Bangor University, the Brigantia Building. Lord Leverhulme aka Philip Lever, heir to the Lever family of Unilever fame was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1980-93 (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Dafydd trained at Liverpool University – as did many of the paedophiles’ friends – and many paedophiles’ friends in the more senior positions were associated with Liverpool University. Professor Robert Owen, who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in 1988-89, held a Chair of Surgery at Liverpool (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) and Lord David Hunt who concealed the crimes of the paedophiles and their friends for years in his capacity as Health Minister and then Secretary of State for Wales was a lawyer who was the MP for the Wirral and then Wirral West, 1976-97. Dafydd had a huge empire on Merseyside (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). It was inevitable that Fungus would have let Lord Leverhulme know that he knew what was being concealed at the highest levels just to ensure that those purse strings were loosened.

 

Brown knew someone who worked with Fungus on a Unilever project in the early 1990s – she did of course observe that Fungus was a deeply unpleasant man – but Fungus was well-established at Unilever by the time she worked with him.

 

After the rest of Bangor celebrated when Fungus was found unexpectedly dead, Fungus’s fan club from the School of Psychology – Mihela Erjavec, Pauline Horne, Carl Hughes and Catherine Sharp – were kind enough to publish an In Memoriam for him in the Journal of Experimental Analysis of Behaviour, accompanied by an old photo of Fungus in which he was in possession of a head of hair and a broad smile. I never saw him with either. The In Memoriam told me a few things that I didn’t know.

Fungus graduated from Trinity College Dublin, came to north Wales and received his PhD from UCNW in 1973. We are told that when he was young, Fungus was torn between becoming a movie director or a psychologist. So Fungus turned his back on Hollywood and went to Bangor to do a PhD in a Dept which he admitted was at the time shite, run by a gang of paedophiles.

Fungus became ‘a full Professor in 1988′ and Head of School. He had by then knifed Dafydd and taken control of the Psychology Dept himself. Fungus didn’t do that using his earth shattering abilities as a behavioural psychologist, he did that by using his knowledge of what the brother of Lilibet’s Lady-in-Waiting was doing to kids in care in north Wales as well as the wrongdoing of the many other people linked with it all, including George Thomas, the one time Speaker of the House. Fungus remained Head of School until 2005.

In 1990, Fungus and his colleague Pauline Horne founded the Tir Na’Og Day Care and Research Centre. There was a very big row about the Tir Na Og Day Care and Research Centre when the parents of the children attending discovered that Fungus was carrying out certain experiments on their children without the parents’ knowledge or consent. A meeting was held in the UCNW Council Chamber to reassure the parents and Fungus was so fucking rude that they turned on him and he was chased out of the room by an angry mob of mothers.

In 1992, Fungus and Pauline established a food and activity research unit, funded by the ESRC and Unilever. So Unilever and the ESRC coughed up the year after I and two other witnesses had had our careers ruined and the year in which those five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). The work of this unit led to the work for which Fungus became famous, the Food Dudes Programme, designed to encourage healthy eating in children, which Fungus flogged to the Gov’ts of a number of different countries and used to establish a ‘social enterprise’.

I used to see Fungus going to Morrisons in Bangor to buy his lunch most days. He was a man of regular habits – every day he had two bottles of coke and two bags of crisps for lunch.

Among many other porkies about Fungus’s charm, wit and charisma, the In Memoriam claimed that ‘in his private life, Fergus was a doting family man’. At least one of the authors of that In Memoriam knows that isn’t true – his colleague Pauline Horne. Pauline was Fungus’s mistress for years and years and I was told that Fungus lived with her in Bangor during the week and returned to his wife at weekends.

Ah the Irish charm; the Children’s Day Care Centre with the colourful paintings on the walls; the brilliant scientist; the dedication to the promotion of healthy eating; the devoted family man…

The vicious paedophile gang which murdered witnesses.

So step forward Pauline Horne, Professor of Child Development and Learning and Director of the Centre for Activity and Eating Research at Bangor University, who wrote that laughable In Memoriam and tell us everything that you know about the serious crimes that Fungus concealed.

Pauline does know all about the crime that is the foundation of the School of Psychology. Pauline did a degree in psychology at UCNW, 1976-79 and then her PhD there, 1979-82, when Dafydd still ruled over that Dept. Pauline will remember the Mary Wynch case, she’ll remember Dafydd’s daughter Dwynwen being given a place to do a PhD in the Psychology Dept even though her degree wasn’t good enough to warrant such a place and she’ll remember how Dafydd tried to embezzle the salary of a technician to pay to send Dwynwen to a private college for clin psy training (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Pauline will also know about the plagiarism, the bullying, the destruction of people’s careers etc.

Before Pauline embarked on a career in psychology, she did a degree in biochemistry at Sussex University, 1968-71 and then an MPhil in biochemistry at UCL, 1974-76. Pauline, do you happen by any chance to know any of those Top Docs and medical researchers in the London medical schools who also built careers upon concealing the crimes of the Westminster Paedophile Ring? Anyone in St George’s Hospital Medical School perchance?? I am sure that once Fungus was told that there was a witness working in medical research in London who had also spoken to a clinical psychologist training at the North Wales Hospital and that a discussion was held about Dafydd and his funny little ways, Fungus would use any means possible to track that witness down…

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To return to 1984, the year that Eric Sunderland took up the post as VC at UCNW when Swinnerton-Dyer was making threatening noises towards the institution. My post ‘Are You Local?’ describes how in the summer of 1984, a nightclub called The Octagon opened in Bangor, causing a great stir because there wasn’t anything like a nightclub in Bangor or nearby. Within weeks it became clear that The Octagon was a big problem – the place was used for dealing the heroin which had started to appear in Bangor, a young woman was raped, students who dared go in there were beaten up but what the Octagon was really known for was the kids in care who were there selling sex to undesirables.

The gerontocracy who ran Bangor – both the university and the town – took no action against the Sodom and Gomorrah that had opened its doors. The Octagon was of course very good for the sex traffickers. Things were certainly all in place for them to expand their business – Dafydd’s ‘substance abuse service’ was up and running and another paedophiles’ friend much more plausible than Dafydd had recently arrived in north Wales ie Tony Francis. Who had known the Windbag when he was at university in Cardiff.

One student on my course had details of the business practices at The Octagon because he had taken a part time job there immediately after he finished his finals. He told me that gangsters from outside of north Wales were running it and that they were intimidating other businesses in Bangor. This man was another student whom Dr DGE Wood, the GP in the Student Health Centre who was facilitating the trafficking ring, had a firm grip of. The man concerned was a mature student – not very, just a few years older than most of us – and he had dyslexia and mental health problems. Wood had near total control of his life and Wood’s wife had joined in as well. Wood’s wife Dr Chris Wood was a lecturer in marine botany who spent a great deal of time with this student, which was odd because there were a lot of complaints from the students who had Chris Wood as their personal tutor about her rudeness, callousness and general lack of interest in them.

The one thing that I did know about this student was that he had become engaged to another student who’s father was a headmaster in Birmingham who was horrified at the idea of this man marrying his daughter, so he had rung DGE Wood and told him to split the couple up. Which DGE Wood did.

I wondered for a long while what DGE Wood was getting out of controlling this young man. The young man did not come from a moneyed or influential family, he was not very good academically and he was too old to be of interest to the sex trafficking gang. I asked Brown why he thought that the Woods were taking such an interest in him and Brown suggested that perhaps the source of the problem for Wood was that this young man might have gained knowledge of Dafydd’s activities from other students. Brown was of course right – the headmaster’s daughter had been distressed when she was a student as well and she too had fallen into the clutches of the mental health services. That had been before Tony Francis had arrived in Bangor – she would have ended up with Dafydd.

I can find no trace of the student whom Wood had control of on the internet although many other people whom I knew in Bangor are online. I am wondering if he is still alive. He made a suicide attempt just before finals and I imagine that, as with other people in possession of inconvenient information, Wood will have ensured that this man’s life became increasingly difficult whilst pretending to befriend and help him.

Another group of people knew about this student and what was happening to him as well – Duncan Orme the Welfare Officer (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) and his colleagues from Students’ Union.

I’m not going to name the student or his girlfriend here lest they are still alive, but having found out about Dafydd and the gangsters who were running The Octagon, somehow I think the chances of him having made it to middle-age are quite slim.

 

Then there was the other student whom the Student Health Centre and Orme et al in the Student Union knew – the young man who stood as a candidate for the SU President at UCNW and who tried to commit suicide by jumping off the Menai Suspension Bridge in the spring of 1984.

 

I don’t wish to give the impression that Bangor was choc full of seriously distressed students in the mid-1980s, I imagine that there was no more serious trauma among the students that there was among students in other universities. The problem at Bangor was that the mental health services and the Student Welfare Service were running a sex trafficking ring. Women students were at risk of being targeted by Dafydd et al and male students were of no use to them so could take a running jump – off the bridge, as Keith Fearns, the leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, once told a warden of one of the halls of residences. Not that Fearns used the term ‘student’ when he stated his opinion that for all he cared the young man in question could jump – the words Fearns used were ‘little bastard’.

Keith Fearns has a private psychotherapy business and organises seminars for other paedophiles’ friends on subjects including ‘compassionate therapy’ and ‘shame’.

 

One thing that happened the year after a fleshpot opened its doors in Bangor was of course Live Aid, a la ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’ a phenomenon led by St Bob. The St Bob who was married to Paula, who came from the village in Conwy which also housed that close friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles, Lord Wyn Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Paula’s parents ran a hotel near Llandudno and as a teenager she styled herself as a groupie. One of the rock stars whom Paula pursued was St Bob. Paula died of an overdose in Sept 2000 – a few months after the Waterhouse Report was published –  despite being in the care of some expensive Top Doctors in the employ of The Priory. She had gone through a bad time after an acrimonious split with St Bob. The man whom Paula had left St Bob for, Michael Hutchence, had died in Nov 1997. Hutchence was found hanged in a hotel room after a difficult phone call with St Bob. Paula maintained that Hutchence did not commit suicide as everybody insisted.

 

I received an e mail recently suggesting that I look into a place called Cedar Court on the north Wales coast, which was built after Gwynfa Unit – the adolescent mental health unit in Colwyn Bay where young people were horrendously abused (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’) – was shut down. I am told that Cedar Court was run by two psychiatrists and one of Dafydd’s ex-wives and that ‘problematic patients’ were smuggled out to The Priory. Two of the Top Docs at St George’s Hospital Medical School who concealed Dafydd’s crimes in 1990/91 ended up working at The Priory. In the 1980s/90s Dafydd had a very unpleasant female relative who used to hurl abuse at patients and boast about taking the piss out of them – I had no idea who she was, I wonder if she was the ex-wife who assisted at Cedar Court?

 

After Paula died, St Bob gained custody of Paula and Hutchence’s little girl Tiger Lily. Press reports at the time stressed that Tiger Lily was an orphan with no-one in the world and St Bob had taken her in. Like everyone else at the time I thought well St Bob must have something about him if he shown that sort of kindness. What received less publicity was that Tiger Lily was not a child with no-one – Hutchence’s family were desperate to bring her up and there was no reason why they couldn’t provide her with a good home but St Bob fought them legally.

Paula and and St Bob’s daughter Peaches was found dead in April 2014 from an overdose of heroin. As with Paula, the circumstances of Peaches overdose are disputed by those close to her.

 

St Bob continues to bravely soldier on after all this tragedy. St Bob’s family are beginning to look rather like Lord Harlech’s family, the Ormsby-Gore’s, who also have links to north Wales and keep dying in unfortunate circumstances.  Some of the Ormsby-Gores, as teenagers, mixed with a circle of people on the Shropshire/Wales border who were involved with the supply of young people and drugs to figures in the rock music (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

 

Live Aid sprang from Michael Beurk’s BBC news reports of the Ethiopian famine and involved scores of high profile musicians, although everyone now thinks of St Bob’s efforts. The person who came up with the idea of a fund raising concert for Ethiopia was Boy George, who famously developed serious drug problems in the 1980s. Boy George used to hang out at Blitz, the nightclub owned by Steve Strange – who was from Cardiff. In Dec 2008 George was convicted of assault and false imprisonment after chaining another man to a wall fixture, traumatising him and then subjecting him to violence. George was sentenced to 15 months imprisonment.

 

Others who have been mentioned on this blog in relation to the sexual exploitation of vulnerable young people, including Mick Jagger and David Bowie, were leading lights in Live Aid. My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ describes what the music industry is able to do when the paedophiles’ friends are in need of something to distract attention away from their activities.

Everybody was wowed at St Bob being able to twist the arm of a hostile Thatcher and her Gov’t re charity work for Ethiopa, particularly after that film footage of St Bob arguing with Thatch and not being particularly polite with it. At the time that Live Aid was conceived and developed, Sir Peter Morrison was Minister for Employment, whilst he sexually abused kids in care in north Wales, a region that had been wrecked by Thatcher’s Gov’t, one member of which was Lord Wyn Roberts, who was living in Paula Yates’s home village when he concealed Morrison’s activities…

If I’d known about Peter Morrison and had the misfortune to meet Thatcher in 1985 I’d have been pretty fucking rude to her as well. It wouldn’t have been because I was a Saint or Brave, it would have been because I would be wielding a very big stick indeed and she would know it…

St Bob had such a way with people that he even had a meeting with Prince Charles! But St Bob was moving in elite circles despite the Irish accent and carefully cultivated scruffy look – some of those Top Docs who doubled up as paedophiles’ friends whom I worked with in the 1980s knew people acquainted with Sir Bob, the parents of kids who went to school with his children etc. St Bob and Paula moved among Posh People, as of course did Mick Jagger et al. Posh People who also knew people linked to Thatcher and the many other Posh People who were keeping the lid on what Thatcher’s mate Peter Morrison was doing.

 

Just to briefly return to Sir Aubrey Trotman-Dickenson – he spent part of his early career in Edinburgh, so could well have come into contact with Gordon Brown and his associates…

 

Another figure from recent history who laid the ground for Dafydd et al was Dr Ernest Jones, a Welsh neurologist and psychoanalyst. A lifelong friend and colleague of Sigmund Freud from their first meeting in 1908, Jones became Freud’s official biographer. Jones was the first English-speaking practitioner of psychoanalysis and became its leading exponent in the English-speaking world. As President of both the International Psychoanalytical Association and the British Psycho- Analytical Society in the 1920s and 1930s, Jones exercised a formative influence in the establishment of their organisations, institutions and publications.

Ernest Jones was born in Gowerton, on the outskirts of Swansea. His father was a colliery engineer who became accountant and company secretary at the Elba Steelworks in Gowerton. His mother was from a Welsh-speaking Carmarthenshire family. Jones was educated at Swansea Grammar School, Llandovery College and Cardiff University. He studied at University College London and a year later obtained an MB in medicine and obstetrics. 

Jones specialised in neurology and took a number of posts in London hospitals. It was through his association with the surgeon Wilfred Trotter that Jones first heard of Freud’s work. Having worked together as surgeons at UCH, he and Trotter became close friends. By 1905 they were sharing accommodation above Harley Street consulting rooms with Jones’s sister, Elizabeth, installed as housekeeper. Trotter and Elizabeth Jones later married. ‘Appalled by the treatment of the mentally ill in institutions’, Jones began experimenting with hypnotic techniques in his clinical work.

Jones first encountered Freud’s writings directly in 1905, in a German psychiatric journal in which Freud published the famous Dora case-history. It was thus he formed ‘the deep impression of there being a man in Vienna who actually listened with attention to every word his patients said to him…a revolutionary difference from the attitude of previous physicians…’

The case of Dora has become notorious as an example of how a young woman’s distress may have been completely misinterpreted by Freud. There are multiple readings of the Dora case, one of which interprets Dora as having been the victim of sexual abuse which Freud refused to acknowledge.

In 1906 Jones was arrested and charged with indecent assaults on two adolescent girls whom he had interviewed in his capacity as an inspector of schools for ‘mentally defective’ children. In court Jones maintained that the girls were fantasising and he was cleared, the magistrates taking the view that no-one could believe the accounts of such children.

In 1908, employed as a pathologist at a London hospital, Jones accepted a colleague’s challenge to demonstrate the repressed sexual memory underlying the hysterical paralysis of a young girl’s arm. Jones duly obliged but, before conducting the interview, he omitted to inform the girl’s consultant or arrange for a chaperone. Subsequently, he faced complaints from the girl’s parents over the nature of the interview and he was forced to resign his hospital post.

 

The idea of ‘chaperones’ are promoted as protection for young women from sexually predatory male doctors. They doesn’t work. Such are power relationships within medicine, that in the face of claims of misconduct, any chaperone would almost inevitably agree with the predator’s account of events. Furthermore, a Dafydd or a Gwynne would use a chaperone to build up trust with a patient and then the services of the chaperone would be dispensed with. Any subsequent complaint from the patient would definitely be dismissed.

This was the modus operandi of Gwynne the lobotomist.

‘Chaperones’ only protect patients from people who are not abusers, so they are a fairly pointless idea. The answer is to effectively deal with abusers employed in healthcare.

 

Ernest Jones’s first serious relationship was with Leo Kann, a patient who was referred to him in 1906 after she had become addicted to morphine whilst she was receiving treatment for a kidney complaint. It ended with Kann in analysis with Freud and Kann – at Freud’s behest – in analysis with Sandor Ferenczi.

Jones began a tentative romance with Freud’s daughter Anna. Anna visited Britain in 1914 – Jones was her chaperone. Before the visit, Freud advised Jones that Anna was not interested in a sexual relationship with anyone for another two or three years – Anna and Freud had discussed this openly. Did Freud not trust that chaperone perhaps?

In 1917 Jones married the Welsh musician Morfydd Llwyn Owen. In 1918 they were holidaying in south Wales when Morfydd became ill with appendicitis. Jones and a surgeon operated on her – at Jones’s parents Swansea home – and she died from chloroform poisoning.

In 1919 Jones met and married Katherine Jokl, an arrangement set up by his Viennese colleagues. She had been at school with Freud’s daughters. Katherine and Jones’s son Mervyn became a well-known writer and wrote a biography of Michael Foot.

It was largely through the efforts of Ernest Jones that the BMA officially recognised psychoanalysis in 1929 and the BBC subsequently removed his name from a list of speakers dangerous to public morality.

Ernest Jones was a member of Plaid Cymru and had a holiday retreat in west Wales.

Ernest Jones was a very big figure in psychoanalysis and worked with all the greats. Yet whilst reading accounts of his actions and his theorising, I am reminded of my initial encounters with Tony Francis. Every time that I tried to approach the subject of Gwynne and his appalling behaviour, or the threats that Brown and I had received from DGE Wood in the face of our complaints about Gwynne, Francis would sidestep the issue and start tying everyone in knots with complex psychoanalytic theories about my possible motivations for complaining about Gwynne.

Within months, unbeknown to me, Francis was colluding with Wood, the BMA, Dafydd and God knows how many other people in an attempt to have me declared dangerous and banged up. Complex psychoanalytical theories for Francis’s behaviour are not needed – he and his colleagues were running a sex trafficking ring and Brown and I had smelt a massive rat and were asking questions.

If this is what they did to two young postgrads who were well-read and had some knowledge of the theories which were being used to discredit them as witnesses, no wonder so many kids who grew up in care who could barely read and write ended up in prison or were found dead.

Bloody well wake up world, yes some people do make false allegations of a serious nature about innocent people, but when the complaints and expressions of concern are pouring out in the quantities which they were in north Wales, one should stop listening to the colleagues and friends of the subjects of complaint for the explanations of the behaviour of the nutters who are making such serious allegations and begin an investigation into the people named rather than the complainants.

I was reading extracts of Ernest Jones’s case notes the other day. He used some of the very same phrases that Dafydd uses.

Being a Welsh well-known public figure interested in literature and culture in the first half of the 20th century and someone who was involved in Plaid, it is almost certain that Ernest Jones knew Kate Roberts. Jones didn’t die until 1958 – he will have known Gwynne.

 

Yet another who concealed the horrors of Gwynne et al was David Evans, the Chief Inspector of the Welsh Board of Health until 1965, whilst Gwynne lobotomised dissenters and was held accountable to no-one. David Evans was famous as a hymnologist.

 

Whoever was going to listen to the tales of woe from the dispossessed in the face of all these cultural giants?

 

I have mentioned previously that Dafydd constructed himself as an expert on PTSD on the basis of bugger all genuine expertise, set up a money spinner in the guise of a ‘nursing home’ called Ty Gwyn in Llandudno in 1992 and in 2005, when Welsh Gov’t funding dried up in the wake of the blatant scamming being too much even for the Welsh Gov’t, Dafydd kicked up the most dreadful stink.

I have now found a splendid document written by Dafydd which explains much of what was behind the Great PTSD Swindle.

Dafydd submitted a memorandum written on 18 March 2008 as evidence to Parliament re ‘PTSD and cross border issues’. Dafydd tells the now famous anecdote of the ex serviceman from Lancashire who had retired to the Cardigan coast, the world’s first case of PTSD – discovered by Dafydd. The man in question, according to Dafydd, was shot down at the age of 18 on a night mission on his way across the south of France near the Pyrenees – he was obviously on his way to the second home that Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass has in the Pyrenees. Decades later, in 1981, suffering from ‘depression and alcoholism’ the ex serviceman was referred by his GP to Dafydd’s clinic in Dolgellau. Dafydd knew that he was seeing PTSD even though it hadn’t got anywhere near the DSM at that point. Dafydd claimed to have little knowledge of the War Pensions Agency, but felt that there should be ‘some benefit’ available for this depressed alcoholic who’s real problem was PTSD. Dafydd wrote directly to the Agency and requested that all correspondence should be sent to him as his patient was too ‘anxious’ to deal with it. Dafydd found a Dr W.R.O. Eggington from the War Pensions Agency to be most helpful.

Dafydd was subsequently invited to become honorary consultant for Combat Stress in the early 1980s.

Dafydd states in his memorandum that ‘when consultant contracts and sessions were reviewed in the 1980s’, ‘his’ Health Authority – presumably Clwyd, for they held Dafydd’s contract – allowed sessional time for him to treat ex-servicemen. Dafydd did not know of any other Health Authority that did the same.

In the 1980s Dafydd was notorious for not turning up to his NHS clinics. Queues of patient would be in the clinic, having travelled miles across north Wales after waiting weeks for an appointment and there would sometimes be a junior locum doctor sent in Dafydd’s place who knew nothing about them or sometimes no-one at all. It was chaos. Meanwhile I was able to find out at precisely which private clinic Dafydd was when he hadn’t turned up to his NHS ones via a secretary that he employed to deal with his private practice. Dafydd didn’t answer correspondence, patients were left to rot, sectioned in hospital for many months without one visit from him and he also held sex therapy clinics. He held clinics at the Grosvenor Nuffield Hospital in Chester, he held clinics at the Bryn Heed private clinic in Bangor, he held clinics in the private North Wales Medical Centre in Llandudno and he held clinics in Europe. Dafydd also held drug and alcohol clinics…

No sane person really believed that Dafydd was genuinely holding all these clinics and providing an appropriate level of care for his patients. It was nonsense – he was selling drugs and expert witness reports, facilitating a paedophile ring and completely abandoned patients who really were in need. Yet everybody went along with the fraud. Even Parliament accepted this ludicrous memorandum from him in 2008 – when Gordon Brown was PM.

Dafydd explained how demand was such that he was holding clinics for ex-servicemen – many of whom had been sent to him by Combat Stress for ‘help’ with War Pension claims – in Chester, Manchester, Leeds, Hull and eventually in ‘most parts of the UK’. Then Dafydd branched out into Scotland and held clinics in Glasgow and Perth.

Dafydd explained in his memorandum that when he ‘retired’ from the NHS in 1995, he ‘continued and expanded’ with his PTSD in ex-servicemen work which was funded in part by fees from Ty Gwyn.

Dafydd’s memorandum mentions many who colluded with the fraud that was Ty Gwyn: ‘Consultant Colleagues became aware of my interest and made referrals. Over the years many General Practitioners became aware and referred ex-Servicemen. Other agencies referred from all over the U.K. – SSAFA, RAFA, Army Benevolent, British Legion, NGVFA, Probation Service, Prison Medical Officers, the Courts and others. Ty Gwyn was registered under the Mental Health Act 1983 and was able to take patients from the Courts and from prison for treatment or assessment…many ex-Servicemen came by word of mouth on introduction by ex-Service comrades with whom they remained close.’

So it was a free for all. It got better:

‘I found myself dealing with trauma cases from the other emergency services: Police, Fire Service and Ambulance….In 1988 I was invited to give a paper at a psychiatric symposium at the Royal Army Medical College on long term effects of trauma in ex-Service personnel…In 1990 at the Annual Meeting of the Royal College of Psychiatrists I gave a paper on “Long-term Effects of Service Trauma in General Psychiatric Practice”….In 1997 I presented a paper at a joint meeting of the Welsh Psychiatric Society and the Societe de Neuropsychiatrie de l’Ouest describing the first 170 Gulf War Illness cases I had seen by then…I presented a paper at the European Conference on Traumatic Stress in Berlin in May 2003’.

Now for the clinical bit: ‘the veterans of the first Gulf War certainly impressed me as different. They give a different impression of illness, a common malaise; sallow young men walking with sticks’.

 

Get yourselves a stick lads, Dafydd can make a note of that when he submits the claim for a War Pension, along with his observation that you are ‘sallow’…

When Jackie Brandt, the paedophiles’ friend of a social worker from the Arfon Community Mental Health Team prosecuted me in 1993 for ‘staring at her’ in Safeways (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’), she also made a complaint about the person who I was with at the time, another patient, whom she observed in her police statement as having a ‘sallow complexion’. Goodness knows what this added to the statement, it had no relevance to anything.

In 2004 Dafydd gave evidence to the Independent Inquiry on Gulf War Illnesses conducted by Lord Lloyd of Berwick.

Lord Lloyd of Berwick aka Anthony Lloyd is a retired judge. He was educated at Eton, served in the army and then read law at Trinity College Cambridge. In 1955 he was admitted to the Inner Temple as a barrister. Lloyd was Attorney General to Prince Charles, 1969-77. Oh well Charles was mates with Jimmy Savile… Lord Lloyd was a High Court judge, a Law Lord and a Privy Councillor. In 1996 he reviewed the anti- terrorist legislation.

Lord Lloyd is still alive. Can he explain why he took evidence from an idiot like Dafydd????

There is info in Dafydd’s memorandum of which I was previously unaware. Precisely that his ‘involvement with psychiatry in North Wales began as a Junior Doctor at the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh in October 1958. I then spent three years from 1959 to 1962 on a Epidemiological Research Project with Dr Gwilym Wynne Griffith, MoH of Anglesey, on mental disorder and mental health needs in Anglesey. This served as the basis for much of my subsequent work. I then spent a year and a half at the Bethlem and Maudsley Hospitals for further training then returned as Consultant to the North Wales Hospital in Denbigh. There were about sixteen hundred patients in the hospital at that time and I as Consultant had responsibility of the whole of the female side with about nine hundred patients’.

Of course it was only sensible that a man with a well-established reputation for unacceptable conduct with women should be given domain over 900 profoundly vulnerable female patients banged up in a bin. But Dafydd had learnt at the knee of the best – when he ‘trained’ at the Bethlem and Maudsley, those institutions were full of crazed Top Doctors, some of whom were involved with the sexual abuse and exploitation of vulnerable people (see posts ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Dafydd tells us that:’Within three years that hospital population was reduced to about six hundred’. Ah, so that would have been as a result of the episode in which a fleet of coaches rolled up at Denbigh and without prior knowledge institutionalised long term patients were herded onto the coaches and taken to boarding houses along the north Wales coast. They were later found starving and covered in lice. The scandal made the pages of ‘The Times’.

Dafydd continues: ‘In the 1980s I had established an Alcohol Treatment Unit and later a Drugs Treatment Unit at the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh. At the same time, and with much community support, I established CAIS, now the biggest Drug and Alcohol Charity in Wales. After the closure of Denbigh the drug and alcohol beds were relocated in 1997 to Hafan Wen, a new 25 bed purpose built unit on the Wrexham NHS District General Hospital site, where CAIS provides this service to Welsh patients under contract to the Welsh Assembly Government through the Local Health Boards. Because of recent reduced commissioning in Wales CAIS has had to look to commissioners over the border and paradoxically a significant part of the work at Hafan Wen is now done with English patients….I established at Denbigh a Treatment Unit for disturbed young people with personality disorders which took many youngsters, particularly from the Courts and the Probation Service but this was lost with the closure of North Wales Hospital, Denbigh’.

That would have been the Dafydd’s Unit for young people that Mary Wynch witnessed. She told me that the Angels gathered around to watch the young people having sex with each other, which, as the Angels explained to Mary, was actively encouraged by Dafydd.

 

By definition, the diagnosis of ‘personality disorder’ should not be made in young people. Even Tony Francis admitted that, after Gwynne the lobotomist stated – when I was 21 – that I had a personality disorder. After I complained about him. Dafydd then stated that I had a personality disorder – when I was 24. Before he’d met me – I saw it was written on my file at Denbigh before anyone had even pretended to ‘assess’ me. I suspect that after the complaints about Gwynne from Brown and me in 1984, Dafydd, the UCNW authorities and a few other folk whom we didn’t even know existed – William Mars-Jones for example – were told, as the Sex Trafficker In Distress flare was sent up. That personality disorder diagnosis would have been prepared well in advance of my expected arrival at the brothel with live entertainment that was the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Dafydd did however revise his opinion. Several times. When I was found to be suffering from schizophrenia, manic depressive insanity and finally psychopathy. At one point, when he told me that if I dropped my complaints about him he’d get me a place at Liverpool medical school, Dafydd told me that I was a ‘remarkable person’. But he changed the diagnosis when I failed to accept the bribe.

No wonder Dafydd et al tried to have me banged up in Broadmoor, I was far too mad to be merely participating in the live sex shows in the young person’s unit at Denbigh.

 

Well Lord Lloyd of Berwick, Prince Charles’s former Attorney General, what do you have to say about the conduct of the man who gave evidence for your Inquiry?

 

In 1990 Dafydd spotted a new opportunity: ‘Shortly after the 1990 NHS Act I initiated an in-patient facility at Ty Gwyn in Llandudno, exclusively for traumatised ex-Servicemen. I agreed with the management the resources that I would require, and that it should accept only NHS funded patients through the ECR system (Extra Contractual Referral). I insisted that a bed should cost no more than a bed in my local psychiatric hospital at Denbigh where I had established a number of special units. Ty Gwyn worked solely on funding from the Health Service with some minimal charity contribution from the Army Benevolent Fund’.

‘The table below shows the number of patients listed at each of my clinic venues at the time of the closure of Ty Gwyn in October 2005 and the number of patients then waiting for approval for treatment.

 

Clinic location Cases Welsh
Birmingham 114 3
Bradford 100
Chepstow / Swansea 130 76
Chester 116 36
Cleethorpes 15
Doncaster 85
Glasgow / Perth / Belfast 189
Hull 121
Kidderminster 8
Llandudno 200 200
Luton, Peterborough, Cambridge, Basildon 121
Manchester 201
Newcastle 153
Nottingham 125
Portsmouth 49
Preston 91
Shrewsbury 18 6
Stoke 38
Talwrn 16 16
Taunton 18
Prison 5
Total 1898 337
Waiting treatment 90 25
26 locations

‘A considerable number were in fact ex-Servicemen who had been admitted to one of the Combat Stress establishments but had consumed alcohol or transgressed in an unacceptable way and had been excluded. I felt that Ty Gwyn complemented the broader work of Combat Stress and I would have been very happy to collaborate all the more closely, as indeed would the management of Ty Gwyn. Colonel Simon Brewis of the Army Benevolent Fund wrote when Ty Gwyn was closing:”Combat Stress provides a service in providing respite treatment at its 3 centres and welfare care in the community, but it does not have the facilities to take on patients who suffer from chronic PTSD and who have associated disruptive, alcohol and drug problems. Ty Gwyn will take on all these categories.” At the time of closure in October 2005 Ty Gwyn had treated over 600 cases. The majority of admissions to Ty Gwyn were from outside Wales but they enabled the unit to function well and to provide treatment for those in Wales.

Many local ex-servicemen who could not be funded and who could not be admitted made contact and looked to Ty Gwyn for continuing support which was always given. Likewise a substantial number of other ex-Servicemen who were rootless and homeless settled in the Llandudno area after treatment in Ty Gwyn and still remain there.

At the present time there is no specialised treatment for traumatised ex-servicemen with severe challenging problems or with alcohol or drug problems anywhere in the U.K. With the closure of Ty Gwyn the then Chief Executive of CAIS said that this was a service that CAIS would be willing to provide. They have staff trained in PTSD and most of this patient group have drug and alcohol problems for which CAIS is recognised as a leading UK provider of treatment. I was delighted with this suggestion; I still chair CAIS; and I saw this as a way to achieve stability for the service and to draw in younger consultants to carry on the work…CAIS still holds an interest in this and if offered collaboration from the Welsh Assembly could reinstate the service and would look also to the Department of Health in England and corresponding body in Scotland. Barely a third of the ex-Servicemen known to me are employed. This raises the possibility of European Convergence funding for treatment and rehabilitation and CAIS would pursue this.

CAIS has been designated by 12 of its colleague Drug and Alcohol Treatment Agencies in Wales to lead on the submission of a major bid being submitted in the next 14 days under the European Convergence and Competitveness programmes. The Ty Gwyn unit before it closed was an example of a cross border service where a unique facility in Wales was drawing funded referrals from all parts of England and Scotland to their benefit, and to the benefit of patients in Wales for whom there would otherwise have been no service, as now occurs. It is doubly ironic that that cross border service has gone and that the excellent drug and alcohol and detox facility provided by CAIS at Hafan Wen in Wrexham is now serving a significant number of cross border referrals from England…’

 

There have recently been many news report about the huge number of people in north Wales with drug problems, many of whom are not from north Wales. There was yet another such report on BBC News Wales Online yesterday, referring to something called the ‘County Lines’ phenomenon. According to the BBC, it means that because north Wales is near Liverpool and Manchester, big time drug dealers can easily get there and flog their wares.

No BBC, the problem is much more straightforward than that. The problem is Dafydd. For years, by his own admission as detailed in the memorandum, he encouraged huge numbers of people with alcohol and drug problems who were also violent to roll up in north Wales from right across the UK. Many of them were not even ex-servicemen and Dafydd ticked the box saying ‘PTSD’ for every one of them because it added to his profile as an ‘expert’ in this field. Dafydd did not look after these patients at all, he just milked a corrupt system run by people who knew damn well that he was a crook. The names of the guilty are listed in his memorandum. Furthermore, for many years now, the BBC itself has provided Dafydd with much free PR. He appeared on the news, on the Vincent Kane show, on Kilroy etc every time that he was facing complaint or criticism and the BBC were happy to act as a source of good publicity for Ty Gwyn until the day that it closed. No-one needed County Lines to cause trouble when they had Dafydd.

 

I explained previously how a friend of mine who was arrested on the orders of Tony Francis – after phoning the Hergest Unit and telling a nurse that he was so suicidal that he felt like chopping a gas pipe – was remanded on bail in Walton Prison. His wife, desperate, paid for him to have a private consultation with Dafydd in prison – a local solicitor recommended Dafydd – and he was told by Dafydd that he had PTSD. Within days Dafydd had arranged for my friend’s transfer to Ty Gwyn, again under bail conditions, where my friend was charged over £1000 per week. My friend described Ty Gwyn as a ‘mediocre boarding house’, where had to share a room. Vegetarian food was not available – my friend was told by the staff to go into Llandudno and buy takeaways for his meals – and my friend did not see Dafydd until he announced his intentions to discharge himself. Dafydd turned up within the hour and told him that he needed to stay another three weeks ‘at least’. My friend left regardless and the criminal charges which he had been facing disappeared without explanation. He later tried to access all the relevant documents from HMP Walton because it was clear that law and process was not followed at any point but he was told that they were unavailable.

 

I heard first hand accounts of life at Ty Gwyn from former staff of Dafydd’s at the end of the 1990s when I was working in care homes. At one point I registered for a care workers agency based in Llandudno and they told me that they had as much work as I wanted at a ‘care home’ for EMI patients on Anglesey. It was an establishment of which I had previously heard, located at Penmon on Anglesey. I’d heard of it because it was owned by a notorious man called Tindall, who also owned a home/supported accommodation in Bangor for mental health patients, Neuadd Deiniol. Neuadd Deiniol was appalling, even by the standards of mental health care in north Wales. It was physically falling apart, filthy, furnished with articles that had been very obviously purchased from a junk shop – not simply a second-hand shop –  and like Tindall’s home at Penmon, was staffed virtually entirely by agency workers. Tindall couldn’t keep staff, they  used to walk out after they hadn’t been paid. The daughter of one of my friends worked at Neuadd Deiniol when she was a student – she told her mum of staff sexually exploiting the patients and occasionally assaulting them.

In a previous era Tindall had been in some sort of business arrangement with Dafydd – it was Dafydd’s patients who were housed in Neuadd Deiniol at the time. Dafydd used to turn up to Neuadd Deiniol with his kids in tow who would insult the staff and the patients. I was told that Tindall and Dafydd cut corners in every way – the patients didn’t even do their own shopping and prepare their own meals despite Neuadd Deiniol being touted as ‘rehabilitation’, because as Tindall told the nurse in charge, ‘it’s cheaper if we buy the food in bulk’. I found out about this because the nurse in charge, Jim Henry, later worked at the Hergest Unit. His wife, Lena Henry, became the most senior nurse at Hergest and was one of those who perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Twice. Did Jim and Lena ever blow the whistle on Neuadd Deiniol? Of course not. They spent many happy years working at Hergest whilst Dafydd periodically arrived to hold ‘drug clinics’ and whilst patients were rehoused after discharge at Neuadd Deiniol, all paid for by Gwynedd Social Services…

In 2000 a patient was found dead in Neuadd Deiniol after choking to death on a ham sandwich. He was supposed to have been observed every twenty minutes but his body wasn’t found for over an hour and a half after the estimated time of death. There was no investigation.

So I wondered what I would find when the agency sent me to Tindall’s establishment at Penmon, particularly as the agency admitted that there was always shifts there because no-one wanted to return after the first few visits. Penmon was of course dreadful. The patients were all EMI patients with no relatives who cared about them who had been dumped there. The manager was a man called Dave who had been thrown off the mental health nursing degree at Bangor University for unknown reasons. I witnessed Dave reassure the staff that they could go to sleep on the night shift because that’s what he always did. Dave got really pissed off with me because not only did I stay awake but in the early hours I woke him up to help get an old lady back into bed who had fallen out. Dave did the job without my help. He picked her up and threw her onto the bed. Then there was the former long term asylum patient whom Dave called to her face ‘the creature from the swamp’ and told me not to waste my time with her because she was a ‘burnt out schizophrenic’.

EMI patients were housed on the top floor of the old building with windows which not only opened but didn’t lock. There were no gloves available in this establishment in which nearly every patient was doubly incontinent. We were also told to economise on the incontinence pads because they were expensive. The kitchen was a wonder to behold. It was an old institutional kitchen with two boilers which released scalding hot water at the turn of the taps. Dave told me to be careful because other people had burnt themselves.

During the few weeks when I worked at Penmon, Dave found himself another job – as the manager of a bigger care home in Coventry. A new manager arrived at Penmon, who looked very psychically beaten down. Someone told me that he had been forced out of his previous job and I thought ‘oh God it’s another Dave’. Amazingly enough he wasn’t. He was a kind gentle man who told me that he intended to do rather better by these patients than Dave had done. Then he went out and purchased a whole load of goodies for the residents and made them a special tea. When he served it, it was like the scene that RD Laing described in one of his books, where long term asylum inmates were hopping around with excitement because he showed an interest in them. The burnt out schizophrenic et al were seriously impressed by the new manager’s tea, they all headed towards the trolley pointing out which goodies they wanted.

When I had time to talk to the new manager he explained that he’d been working in a home owned by a Dr Dafydd Alun Jones but had been forced out by Dafydd. He looked distinctly green as he mentioned this, so I didn’t let on that I knew Dafydd or ask more. I left Penmon a few days later – when we were told that there would now be no incontinence pads supplied at all – so I never got to hear the young man’s tale of Dafydd-related horror. A few weeks later I encountered a person who had worked at Dafydd’s Ty Gwyn, who told me that most of the patients were not ex-servicemen, did not have PTSD  and had checked in there after they had got into trouble with the law and wanted a court report from Dafydd to avoid prison.

On one occasion I met someone who was looking for a nursing home for her father and she went to see Penmon. She was horrified and told me that there was no way that she’d put him in there and described it as being ‘like something you’d see in Romania’. She was thinking of those photos of the Romanian orphanages and I thought yes, the rusting institutional decay at Penmon was similar. Who was she? Er, a lady called Alvona – she was a good friend of Dafydd’s, attended parties at Dafydd’s house and was a nurse who’s registration had lapsed and was taking career advice from Dafydd. She later landed a job at Mark Bailey’s empire on Anglesey, Fairways Care.

Penmon and Neuadd Deiniol? Ah, they’re for other people, not us. See you at Dafydd’s booze-up tonight…

When I worked at Penmon, the staff openly discussed the matter of Tindall being under police investigation and having had his passport seized. The home was up for sale because Tindall had announced his ‘retirement’. I did not ever hear that Tindall had been charged with anything.

An internet search reveals that a Herbert Reginald Frank Tindall and a Hazel Marian Tindall were on the 31 Dec 1991 appointed as Directors of Menai Medical Care which was incorporated on 26 Feb 1988 and has now been dissolved. Alyson Julie Tindall Read was appointed as Company Secretary on 31 Dec 1991. Alyson’s name was the name that used to appear on the job adverts for staff for Neuadd Deiniol. I don’t know why because Alyson never bothered to turn up to conduct the interviews although that is who people were told they would be dealing with. Sometimes there was no interview, a la Prestwood on occasions jobs were given out after a brief meeting between the lucky applicant and an unidentified person.

The address of Menai Medical Care Ltd is given as Neuadd Deiniol, Holyhead Road, Bangor.

There is also a record of Herbert Tindall at the address of Pendyffryn Hall, Penmon, being a Director of Menai Medical Care Ltd, Menai Medical Community Care Ltd and the Registered Nursing Home Association Ltd. The Registered Nursing Home Association Ltd has not been dissolved like the other two companies have, but Tindall resigned as a Director in 2000. Menai Medical Community Care also listed Lesley Joyce Graeme as a Director, as well as Alyson Tindall Read and Dorothy May Graeme as Company Secretary.

Apart from Alyson, the Tindalls and the Graemes are, like Dafydd and Lucille, all getting on in years. Perhaps someone could deprive them of their liberty under the Mental Capacity Act and serve a court order on all of them compelling them to spend the rest of their lives in one of Dafydd’s nursing homes. But someone needs to ensure that Dave is installed as the manager, not that nice man whom Dafydd forced out of Ty Gwyn. When they complain about being thumped, starved and thrown about the room, they can be given a leaflet headed ‘Your Rights’ under which is the obligatory photo of the entwined pairs of hands, explaining that they are here because a Doctor or a Nurse has decided that it is best for them and they can request access to an Advocate if they want one. The we’ll stand back and see how far the complaints get…  Just write to Vaughan Gething Tindalls/Dafydd/Lucille, I’m sure that you’ll be delighted with the response. It’s all about Safeguarding.

 

I have described in previous posts how in north Wales every complaints system or advocacy association was managed and staffed by the paedophiles’ friends. Service User Involvement for the whole of north Wales is now the responsibility of CANIAD, a charity run by Dafydd, which was given £1.5 million quid by the Welsh Gov’t after a rigged tendering process to provide this ‘service’ on a medium term basis.

The paedophiles’ friends were forced to mouth the rhetoric of ‘listening to patients’ and ‘service user involvement’ back in the early 1990s, they never even pretended to be in business for the benefit of the patients before then. As with everything health and care in north Wales, the paedophiles’ friends then discovered that they were providing the best service in Europe with regard to such matters. However, they had to work hard to keep up appearances. In the mid 1990s, someone must have told them that someone else in Europe was in danger of overtaking them, because the paedophiles’ friends then started stressing that not only did they have service user-led advocacy, but that former service users were often employed as staff. I only saw one example of this and I remain intrigued.

 

The only patient I knew who was offered a job at the Hergest Unit was a man called Neville, who was subsequently employed as a care assistant. Neville landed that job at a time when Hergest was going downhill fast, during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Patients were killing themselves and becoming destitute at an impressive rate and the one service that they did find helpful – the day centre – was killed by a thousand cuts as a result of a sustained onslaught from Alun Davies. This was also a time when patients were arrested – and if necessary fitted up – for the most extraordinary things. Patients were arrested for shouting or swearing and one man was arrested for throwing a cup of tea at a wall. In every instance that I witnessed, the patient had only resorted to whatever had got them arrested because they were so angry or frustrated at the aggression or fuckwittery of the staff.

One day Neville threw a wobbler. I don’t know what elicited it, but he went into the patients’ kitchen and began smashing plates whilst crying. This was the biggest wobbler that anyone had thrown. But Neville was not arrested. He wasn’t even confronted. He was actually approached kindly and sympathetically by Ella, the nurse who ran the day hospital, who was one of the few Angels who knew how they should be conducting themselves. The situation was defused exactly as it should have been and no more was heard about it. Then Neville was given a job as a healthcare assistant!

Neville was probably delighted. But as the Hergest deteriorated further, Neville was working in a dangerous unit where on at least one ward, Taliesin – the locked ward – patients were being assaulted by staff. Neville did not say a word. I very much doubt that he would have felt able to – the abusers had his full medical records in their possession. Furthermore, Neville became very useful to the abusive staff. In about 2004, after I had made complaints about being assaulted by four staff on Taliesin and had then been arrested and refused all NHS treatment, I was also being insulted by mental health staff if they saw me in public. On one occasion I was in Tesco in Bangor when I saw a group of three Hergest staff, one of them being Neville. The others were a senior Angel called Hong and a care assistant called Rosina Peglar. Hong had been the senior nurse on duty the night that I was assaulted. She refused to document the assault and she refused to let me call the police to make a complaint. I was detained in the Hergest Unit until my bruises had gone and then discharged with no aftercare – and arrested. Hong was one of those who lied in a statement about the assault on me.

When I saw the group in Tesco,  Rosina waved at me. I told Rosina that she was with someone who had concealed an assault on me and I really did not want anything to do with any of them. Neville then grabbed my coat – I told him immediately that if he laid one finger on me there’d be another complaint of assault. So Neville got hold of my collar and tried to pull me along. I wrestled free and got out of the shop.

Days later I received a letter from Keith Thomson, the Chief Exec of the NW Wales NHS Trust, telling me that I had harassed and abused his staff in Tescos, that Rosina Peglar and Neville were witnesses and had made statements. Thomson resigned shortly after when he was summoned before a High Court judge in Cardiff and told to hand over my medical records which he had been unlawfully witholding or face a prison sentence for contempt.

 

Now Neville, why were you given that job in which you then abused other patients and lied about it when you were ordered to do so? As for Rosina – she worked at the Hergest Unit for years and was actually very kind and very nice. But she lied in a statement when Thomson ordered her to. Rosina was not like those abusing the patients but she knew what they were doing. She has retired now, so perhaps she will come forward and blow the whistle on the vile paedophiles’ friends who pushed her about when she was trying to make patients’ lives more bearable.

Alun Davies will have been the person responsible for giving Neville that job as a healthcare assistant.

 

I am wondering if a surgeon in north Wales might have received a punishment beating from the paedophiles’ friends many years ago. In 1984 I sustained quite a serious injury and for once, the NHS did an excellent job. I was stitched back together in the C&A Hospital by a surgeon called Nigel Clay. Nigel Clay was very pleasant and he made an excellent job of the repair. Other Top Doctors commented on the good job that Nigel Clay had done. I was most grateful, because if Nigel Clay had screwed it up I would have lost the use of my hand. At the time, surgery in the C&A had a terrible reputation and people in the know would travel miles to avoid it. A girl at UCNW with me ended up having both legs amputated because of a series of serious cock-ups after she fell off her bike and sustained injuries which should never have left her without legs. At some point after this, a number of surgeons were removed from the C&A. Gwynedd Health Authority took the view that ‘anything goes’, even Dafydd, so what those surgeons did I cannot imagine. I did not ever hear the names of those who were kicked out.

Yet years later, I heard all about a terrible surgeon at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd who had screwed up an operation – on a friend of Dafydd’s no less. He was a Nigel Clay and his head was being demanded on a plate.

I do not know what the truth was. I was very happy with Nigel Clay’s work on me, but by then the paedophiles’ friends were after my blood and knowing what I know about them now I wouldn’t be surprised if Mr Clay had not endeared himself to them by doing such a good job on me. I have no idea whether Nigel Clay was one of those kicked out of Ysbyty Gwynedd or whether he did really mess up an operation on a member of Dafydd’s fan club.

If Nigel Clay is reading this – thanks, you saved my hand. If you were indeed knifed for not leaving me paralysed, do us all a favour and dish the dirt on the sex traffickers who went after you…I’m naming everyone who I know was involved on this blog, they have a great deal to answer for.

 

I have mentioned many unfortunate deaths of people who were witness to or had knowledge of the wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends. In 2000 I heard an anecdote which worried me at the time but now worries me more. I knew a man in north Wales who trained as a Top Doctor, but had given up being a Top Doctor many years ago. People who knew him used to comment that this was sad because he was a thoughtful, nice man who seemed to be the sort of person who would make a very good Top Doctor. He had spent many years teaching learning disabled students at Coleg Menai. He loved working with the students but like the rest of the staff, could not avoid the mismanagement at Coleg Menai. When I got to know this man he had recently been forced out of his job there. Like a lot of English people in north Wales who come under attack, he thought that it was because he couldn’t speak Welsh. At least that’s what Coleg Menai said that the problem was. It won’t have been. In every case of Welsh-English war that I know of, the real problem has been the paedophiles’ friends – any excuse is used to launch an attack and an easy one to provide the rationale for an attack on an English monoglot is ‘they can’t speak Welsh’. Other excuses are used when Welsh speakers are targeted.

When this man found out what I had witnessed in medical research he spoke very frankly about why he left medicine. It was because his colleagues were killing patients. He had qualified and begun training as a surgeon in Shrewsbury. It was so bad that he left after a year. He told me the sort of stories that I’d heard before – alcoholic, lethal Top Docs who’s misconduct was concealed at the highest levels. He was not prepared to be part of it. By the time that I knew him he was in his late 50s and the horrors of Shrewsbury surgery were a long time ago, but he noticed that those he had worked with in surgery had not fared that well – most of them were dead.

This man and his wife had endured much heartbreak a few years before I met them. They had one son, a young man with whom they had a very good relationship. He had joined the Navy and loved it. But he hadn’t been there long when he was found dead. Drowned in a swimming pool. The former surgeon and his wife told me that trying to get answers was like trying to get answers about a death in custody. The Navy would not give info and were as obstructive as possible. What this couple did know, that one of their son’s friends in the Navy told them, was that everyone was fairly convinced that he’d been murdered and the Navy were concealing foul play. It was shortly after that when Coleg Menai began to make the father of the dead man’s life difficult. Then I found out that they were being harassed by neighbours in their village on Anglesey…

The bad experiences which led to the lives of this couple falling apart happened during the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

Just remembering another victim of the paedophiles’ friends from Llandegfan now. This was a fairly affluent lady in the village who had an alcohol problem. She was excluded from polite company and was the subject of gossip. Including from dear old DGE Wood, who was one of her neighbours. ‘Talk to your GP – they know the local community well!’

Then Gwynedd Social Services went after her on the grounds that her parenting skills weren’t what they should be. I knew her daughter who at that time – late 1980s – was at one of the small private schools in Bangor. I’m sure that having a mum with an alcohol problem wasn’t easy, but I knew of at least four kids in that village who were definitely being abused by their parents and/or others at that time – this was common knowledge and was ignored by everyone. Gwynedd Social Services at the time were running the paedophile gang within their ranks.

I don’t know what happened to this lady’s children but I continued to see her around Bangor for years, until about 1996. She seemed to end up in a very abusive situation with a group of local young men who were living with her and indeed living off her, extracting money from her to fund their drug habits. The last I heard she was planning to move to Bristol. The exploitation of this lady by a bunch of ne’er do wells was well-known. No-one gave a stuff because after all DGE Wood had told everyone that she was mad and was best avoided.

She was an alcoholic, living on Anglesey in the 1980s. Now who was the consultant with that remit? It’s dear old Dafydd again… She had money as well, it’ll have been bees around the honeypot. Dafydd may well have known the drug users who moved in on her ten years later…It was at the time of the launch of the Waterhouse Inquiry that she found herself seriously exploited and decided to relocate to Bristol.

 

Last night I received an e mail asking me if things in north Wales were really as grim as I’ve claimed on my blog. Yes, they were. Readers might have trouble believing this, but there are some incidents which I have not blogged about here because I know that witnesses are still alive and will be targeted. Things were bad, really really bad. Everyone knew it but the paedophiles’ friends were untouchable.

 

I watched the destruction of a whole family which I suspect was the work of the paedophiles’ friends, but I don’t know why. In the 1980s there was a good walking and camping shop in Bangor, Kyffins. It was run by a family from Yorkshire who were really friendly and took their walking seriously. Every year they’d close the shop for a few weeks and go on a massive hike. They were always happy to share the stories of their adventures with the customers and one could go in there and chat with them without being pressurised into making a purchase. They were actually so tolerant that when my dog lifted his leg against the door of their shop, one of them cheerfully emerged with a mop and bucket with complete good humour whilst I died of embarrassment.

Kyffins were legendary, everybody liked them and went in there. The shop was run by two brothers but their dad, mum and sister would often be in there and chat to the customers. Kyffins then hit disaster in a major way. At about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

The dad died. Then one of the brothers developed cancer. He wasn’t very old, but guess what? The treatment wasn’t effective. He died. Then the other brother became ill. Whoops, the dear old NHS didn’t come through for him either. He died. The shop shut down, but there must have been a problem with the estate of the family, because the premises didn’t go up for sale, they were just barricaded and remained thus for years.

So who stuffed over one of the nicest families in Bangor then and why?

Whereas Kyffins were very pleasant but were destroyed, there was another shop in Bangor run by a very insalubrious character which thrived for years. It was called Cadillac and was the only shop in Bangor which flogged the sort of things that appealed to teenagers and students – posters, stuff for your room, bangles etc. I frequented it for a while until I noticed a few worrying things. The highly aggressive manager for a start who was openly intimidating to his staff – who were all local school girls. One day I was gobsmacked because I saw in Cadillac, advertised in the newly acquired ‘video library’, what was definitely illegal material – like videos of rapes… I was with a friend and we both agreed that this was bad, we needed to say something. So we did. The aggressive manager surpassed himself. He went ballistic. He started screaming and yelling at us, maintaining that he had just brought a ‘video library’ and of course he hadn’t had time to look through it and no he didn’t know about the illegal stuff which was on display and being advertised. My friend was so frightened that she scarpered, leaving me with the crazed pornographer – so it was good training for being left to deal with a paedophile gang alone  – and I thought that I was about to be thumped. He didn’t, but I decided not to risk going in there again. About eighteen months later I made friends with two teenagers from Llandegdan who told me that girls at their school had taken Saturday jobs at Cadillac and had all had very bad experiences with the man who ran the place. His reputation was so fearsome that the teenagers were telling each other not to work for him.

‘We didn’t know’.

You did. People knew that these very worrying things were happening to young people.

 

In the late 1990s there was a spate of property disasters in north Wales when the housing market crashed. It was common to find quite nice properties on the market at bargain prices after they’d been repossessed or their owner had got into such financial difficulties that they had to sell quickly. I knew a Hergest patient who refused to buy such properties because he maintained that it was unfairly benefiting from people who had suffered a shark attack. He was viewed as an idiot.

A couple of years later, his own house was repossessed, after he was screwed over by the mental health services and pushed into serious difficulty. I knew the man who purchased it, he used to go to Penrallt Baptist Church in Bangor and did much charity work in Romania. He told me that he was delighted with his bargain buy and that he’d done well because the house had been repossessed. He sold it after about a year, to one of his friends who’s parents went to Penrallt Baptist Church – he had purchased it so cheaply that he made a good profit whilst still selling it to his friend at a low price. His friend was delighted because he wanted to buy his first house and otherwise couldn’t have afforded one. This friend’s parents were pleased as well, they wanted to see their son enter the property market.

Who were the parents of the young man who had acquired a bargain as a result of a man being screwed over by the mental health services not much more than a year previously? Step forward Judy and Malcolm Stammers, two retired psychiatric social workers. Malcolm used to work at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and Judy worked for one of the community mental health teams and was friends with the people who had pushed the original owner of the house into repossession.

‘We didn’t know.’

Yes you did, your relatives are living in the sodding properties that were stolen. The names of those who were robbed are on the documents.

Who lives in a house like this? A paedophiles’ friend of course.

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Empowered service users didn’t only provide the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales with cheap houses, they provided them with pets as well. In 1989 a man who was seriously mentally ill was living in a derelict school house in Rachub. One night he was beaten up by chavs and robbed. He had no money for food and neighbours were taking meals over to him. His heating was provided by an open bonfire in the middle of the derelict school house. Concerned people rang Gwynedd Social Services and the Arfon Community Mental Health Team constantly and were told to take a running jump. There was one policeman from Bethesda who openly stated that he was appalled that Gwynedd Social Services were allowing this to happen, but they wouldn’t budge. The man in the derelict building collected dogs. Usually old mutts that people had given him free of charge, but before he was robbed by the chavs he’d splashed out on a pedigree golden labrador pup which was much admired as it ran around Rachub.

Everyone knew who owned the pup because neighbours had rung the RSPCA, the police and of course Gwynedd Social Services to explain that the man couldn’t look after himself yet alone the dogs. One day, after the Arfon Community Mental Health Team had me arrested, as I was taken into Bangor Police Station I saw my neighbour’s pup in the lost dog pound. I told the officers that I knew who owned the pup. They said that they knew as well, it was the bloke who lived in the derelict school house in Rachub – they knew his name. I told the police that when I was released I’d let my neighbour know that his dog was in the dog pound in the police station. One of the officers told me not to do that, because they knew about the conditions that he was living in and they weren’t suitable for a dog. Then the same officer told me that he hoped that I wouldn’t apply for the pup either because he knew that during the week I lived in London and that wouldn’t suit the pup. Which was true. However imagine my surprise when before I was released I found out why there was such concern over finding a suitable home for the pup. It was because one of the policemen wanted the pup himself and so it had been agreed that no-one would tell my neighbour that his dog was sitting in the police pound. I only found out because a very angry policewoman commented that it was disgusting how her colleagues always took in the best dogs themselves but never bothered with the mutts.

 

Houses? Pedigree labradors? We’ve got them. The service users haven’t, we make damn sure of that.

 

The NHS has featured so often in the news over the next past few days that I have not had time to keep up with all the reports. However I do know that it has been admitted that the RCM behaved appallingly with regard to the spate of baby deaths in Furness Hospital some years ago and continued behaving appallingly to the bereaved parents, particularly towards James Titcombe. As a token gesture, James was invited onto an NHS standards committee where he was regularly insulted by the members of the RCM. James resigned, he said that it was clear that the committee would not be leading to improvements in care.

 

Vaughan Gething has agreed to pay the legal indemnity fees of GPs in Wales after BMA Cymru stamped their feet at him. Vaughan has told Wales that this will now put an end to the shortage of GPs in Wales. Vaughan, it won’t. GPs won’t go to Wales because DGE Wood is one of the most senior figures in General Practice in Wales. He’s on all the committees, he inspects other practices and he’s responsible for the training. No good GP wants to work with a people trafficker.

 

Owen Smith, the Labour MP for Pontypridd, has spoken out about the need to fortify bread with folic acid on the grounds that supplementary folic acid when taken by pregnant women has been shown to reduce neural tube defects in babies. This research has been around a long time now, but Owen need not worry. GPs have been impressing upon their patients for years that even if they are only thinking of becoming pregnant to take folic acid supplements – evidence suggests that the folic acid is only effective if taken before a certain stage in pregnancy. Even the hopeless GPs in Bethesda told all their young female patients as long ago as 1993 that it really was Most Important to take folic acid before they became pregnant. These were GPs who ignored reports of child sexual abuse, who knew that the Arfon Community Mental Health Team were flatly refusing to visit a man living in a derelict building one mile down the lane from their surgery whilst he was robbed by thugs and relieved of his pets by the police and who knew that mental health patients were being fitted up in court. They also knew that there was no mental health care for mothers who became acutely ill and that the local maternity services were not what they were supposed to be. People were found dead in suspicious circumstances but at least everyone was religiously taking the folic acid.

I can think of some rather more pressing things for Owen to campaign about. By the way Owen, you are the MP for Pontypridd and you grew up in that area. So you knew about Ron Davies and his visits to people like Boogie (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) and you will have also have heard the allegations about John Owen, the drama teacher who spent years molesting his pupils in Pontypridd who’s activities were concealed by everyone, including by the BBC (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

Owen used to work for the BBC, as did his dad. Owen also spent years as a very highly paid salesman for Big Pharma, an industry which will make a bomb if folic acid is added to bread.

 

It has been reported that the people who sold Eloise Parry a lethal diet drug are up on manslaughter charges. Eloise was a student at Glyndwr University who died a horrible death in hospital at Shrewsbury after taking a toxic dose of something nasty which she believed would ‘burn up fat’. What the news is not reporting is that Eloise had an eating disorder, had been under the care of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board mental health services and had been totally neglected by them. Just before she died, Eloise went to Wrexham Maelor Hospital for help. Her friend who accompanied her later spoke to the media about the lack of help offered. She stated that Eloise was asked by a member of staff if she could ‘keep herself safe’. Eloise replied that she couldn’t. Wrexham Maelor refused her a bed and sent her away anway.  The reason why Eloise died in Shrewsbury was that her mum lived there and when she felt ill she was so desperate that she drove home. There wouldn’t have been any point returning to Wrexham Maelor.

No-one from the Betsi is on trial. Their key role in Eloise’s death has not been mentioned in the latest media reports.

 

The Daily Post reported a police raid  on a caravan in which a group of ‘illegal immigrants’ were living ‘in filth and squalor’. To ensure that we were all sufficiently disgusted, the Post published photos of the inside of the caravan. I looked very carefully and there was ‘no filth and squalor’. There was a great deal of clutter because a lot of people were living in that caravan, but there is a difference between overcrowding and ‘filth and squalor’. What was clearly visible was a row of work jackets, all carefully hung up neatly. Not filth and squalor. Furthermore what was the Daily Post doing poking its camera lens through the door of somebody else’s caravan? The truth was not told about the filth and squalor, so I doubt that the truth was told about the ‘illegal immigrants’ within the caravan either.

 

Strange things continue to happen at Gwynedd County Council. They have just granted planning permission for the construction of a weird New Age dome thing to be built on a farm at Sling near Bethesda. It is not a little dome which is planned, it is huge thing and all the neighbours have opposed it, even the most tolerant of neighbours. The farm concerned is owned by a group of New Age-style people who have visions of their dome being used as a destination for tourists who want to take Mindfulness holidays. The Mindfulness which is the result of a research fraud by paedophiles’ friend Prof Mark Williams when he worked as a clinical psychologist in Bangor (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). One Councillor has opposed it but he has been over-ruled by his colleagues. Meanwhile, there is huge opposition being mobilised against a farmer’s plan to build a poultry farm in south Gwynedd in a range of hills where there is nothing and no-one to disturb for miles around.

If anyone knows why Gwynedd County Council have ignored the concerns of just about every farmer and householder in Sling regarding a batty proposal to extend Mark Williams’s nonsense, please do let me know.

 

The Welsh film industry is gearing up for another blockbuster, this time starring the 14 year old daughter of singer and ‘Songs of Praise’ presenter Aled Jones. We are reassured that Aled’s daughter Emilia is loaded with natural talent. As all the offspring of the Gwynedd elite with media connections always are. It’s in the genes!

I’m so elderly that I can remember Aled Jones being propelled to stardom. It was in 1984, just as the paedophiles’ friends were mobilising forces. Aled lived in Llandegfan when I did – he lived just down the road from Dr DGE Wood. Aled’s career took off after he was spotted singing in Bangor Cathedral. The lady who spotted this unique little Welsh warbler just when the paedophiles’ friends were in need of a bit of good PR wrote a letter to SAIN, the record company founded by Dafydd Iwan. Dafydd Wigley’s wife had recorded a few albums for SAIN, so Aled was in good company.

Aled’s mum was a teacher and Aled went to Ysgol David Hughes – which was the school where the four less fortunate kids who I knew were being abused went as well.

In the summer of 1984, the Bishop of Bangor, Cledan Mears, held a public meeting to discuss the serious problem of drug use in north Wales(see post ‘Amber Rudd, The Miners’ Strike And A Memory Jogged’). The Bishop’s guest speaker was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. The previous Bishop of Bangor, Gwilym Williams, became the Archbishop of Wales and played a central role in concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and used his knowledge of what was happening to force concessions from Thatcher’s Gov’t over Welsh language policies (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

Aled has presented a number of programme on BBC TV, including ‘Cash In The Attic’.

 

 

Jesus Christ. The whole of recent Welsh history and the image of Wales built upon Dafydd. I really would not have done that. It’s another fine mess that he’s got everyone in again…

Laurel and Hardy: Genre = Slapstick
Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy in their 1939 feature film called The Flying Deuces

Cry, The Beloved Country

Previous posts have mentioned that Sir Ronald Waterhouse, who carried out the mother of all cover-ups when he Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry, was a personal friend of many of those who were responsible for facilitating and concealing the abuse of children in care in north Wales that he was supposed to be investigating. I knew that Waterhouse grew up in north Wales and practised as a barrister and then sat as a judge on the corrupt Chester and north Wales Circuit for decades but the depths of Waterhouse’s corruption and the sheer number of his personal links with those involved with the abuse of children was not apparent to me until I read his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’. Ronnie’s autobiography is little more than a long list of names of corrupt lawyers, politicians and others and an account of the fiddles that they, along with Ronnie, performed to convict innocent people or ensure that the guilty got off.

Ronnie Waterhouse was the networker’s networker – I could never do justice to Ronnie’s toadying skills on this blog, but I will write some posts drawing attention to the highlights. From his earliest years, Ronnie was acutely aware of whom it was worth ingratiating oneself to. North Waleians like Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Sir William Mars-Jones who became London based lawyers and High Court judges are portrayed in the London-based media as country bumpkins of enormous talent who were socially mobile on account of their essential wonderfulness. Whilst it is true that the Waterhouses and Mars-Jones’s of the world were not as privileged at many of the people with whom they worked in later life, they were born into a group of people who constituted an elite in north Wales.

When Waterhouse and Mars-Jones were growing up, their families were almost as posh as you could get in north Wales. There was a small number of land owning gentry, but the socio-economic composition of north Wales was rather different to England and a lot of English people did not understand this when they wrote about the bumpkin Ronnie or ‘farmer’s son’ William Mars-Jones. There was a certain amount of resentment towards Waterhouse and Mars-Jones’s class in north Wales – they are frequently referred to as the ‘Liberal Nonconformist elite’. They were a group of people who gained dominance in the 19th century and produced many of the movers and shakers of 20th century north Wales. It was felt by many that they literally ruled north Wales and they really did piss some people off. Whilst there were many people among them who involved themselves with radical causes – most famously of course pacifism – they were at the same time a profoundly socially conservative group of people. They didn’t identify as politically Conservative, but they had many similarities to the rural Conservatives in the West Country with whom I was very familiar when I was growing up.

It was this group of people in north Wales who packed the County Councils, the magistrates benches, the health authorities, the social services committees etc. Whilst I believe that not all of them knew of the extent of the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales, some of them undoubtedly knew exactly what was going on and ensured that it continued. I was told many years ago – by someone who, like me, wondered how many people knew exactly how serious Dafydd Alun Jones’s crimes were – that Dafydd had ‘duped’ a lot of people from the Welsh middle classes with his anecdotes of a childhood of praying in Welsh and learning Bible verses.

When I witnessed Jones doing this I used to piss myself laughing and wonder how anyone could ever be taken in by such an old ham, but then I thought well, if you are 70 and in chapel and you have not witnessed what Dafydd does and says when he thinks that certain people are not watching, perhaps you would think that he was a kindly old rather eccentric doctor from a previous era. However by the time that the Waterhouse Tribunal was happening, the Jones-related anecdotes flying around north Wales were so florid and so numerous that I don’t think many people could really have claimed to have honestly believed that there was not a problem. The prevailing situation by then was that Dafydd and a number of utterly corrupt people around him had led north Wales into crime so serious that no-one could afford to admit what had gone on. As the wife of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, told me, Ron told everyone that what had happened was so serious and so indefensible that none of them must ever say a word about any of it or they’d all be in prison. They’re still adhering to Ron’s instructions.

To be fair to many people, by the time that Waterhouse was Chairing that Inquiry, a lot of people were simply far too frightened to challenge Dafydd and the paedophiles. They knew damn well that dissenters found that their careers would be wrecked, that people would be bankrupted and that in cases of where someone would not shut up, they were found dead. North Wales: it’s called serious organised crime and it involves gangsters. They are not very nice people and I can understand how terrified you were. However it is the inevitable consequence when a whole region spends decades toadying to some deeply unsavoury people on the grounds that they know Uncle Goronwy or they’re in the same chapel or that those telling tales of abuse and serious crime are only kids in care or psychiatric patients so the best way of dealing with the problem is to pretend that it doesn’t exist.

I can feel quite sorry for paedophiles on the grounds that their sexual development has gone seriously wrong and that there is no help for them even when they beg for it – which some of them do. The people whom I will never forgive are the Ronnie Waterhouses of the world. The indulged, entitled, privileged offspring of a region where so many had so little and who spent a lifetime grovelling to the Mr Bigs of England, supping and dining at the Savoy on a regular basis, professing their love of the common man back in north Wales whilst the children of the common man were battered, abused, trafficked to provide sexual services to some sadly inadequate people and stitched up and imprisoned if they complained. Lest people accuse me of aiming a kick at the chapel goers of north Wales who are always an easy target, I hasten to add that the Neil Kinnocks and Ron Davies’s of south Wales – the alleged working class sons of toil – are just as guilty. They knew what was going on as well and concealed it. The Kinnocks’ troughing outdid Ronnie Waterhouse’s. Then there’s the swathes of pompous Top Doctors, the daft little Angels, social workers, the corrupt plods, etc. Not many people come out of this smelling of roses.

 

Many people assisted in propelling Ronnie Waterhouse into high society when he was young, but one name stands out – Sir William Mars-Jones, Ronnie’s pupil master. As mentioned in previous posts, William Mars-Jones was from Denbighshire and became a big name in London legal circles, yet retained his links to north Wales. Mars-Jones was the Big Mate who was wheeled out when Dafydd and the paedophiles met serious resistance from someone whom they couldn’t just swat in the usual way. Mars-Jones was very, very influential in legal circles. When he was older he was the stereotype of a batty old homophobic conservative judge, but as a young man Mars-Jones was active in the Labour Party, as was Ronnie.

I read Adam Mars-Jones’s memoir of his father a few days ago and I realised from Adam’s book just what a powerful figure Mars-Jones was. I got the distinct impression from Adam’s book that Adam was under no illusions about his father or the role that he played in concealing the barrel of crap in north Wales and I kept wondering why Adam didn’t write the sort of book that Dominic Carman did and expose just how malevolent his father was. Then I came to the bit when Adam mentioned that on the completion of the draft of one of his novels in which Adam had mentioned one of his father’s legal cases, the publisher – Faber – handed the draft to the libel lawyer Peter Carter-Ruck to read. Carter-Ruck was a close friend of William Mars-Jones. Faber told Adam that if the draft was published, both Faber and Adam would be sued for seditious libel. Just in case Faber and Adam dared go ahead, it was made clear that as a bonus, all of Faber’s big name authors would take their business elsewhere.

‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t touch us.’

Adam Mars-Jones is a novelist who did not inherit money. He needs his publishers and cannot publish what his father and his father’s friends and colleagues did. I am not a famous novelist. Dafydd and the paedophiles have already wrecked my life and career several times over anyway and I witnessed at first hand what they did. The name of Adam’s aunt is actually on the highly incriminating documents in my possession. As they say in north Wales Adam – dim problem. You might not be able to publish but I can. I have 10,000 incriminating documents that even Peter Carter-Fuck can’t argue with.

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed that on a recent post about the Mars-Jones’s, someone left a comment stating that Adam was alleged to have been a visitor to the children’s homes in north Wales. I have no idea whether he was or not, but it’s worth mentioning here that I too visited institutions which were the sites of serious abuse – I was friends with those within and was keeping an eye open… Adam Mars-Jones had a partner who died of an HIV related condition and he also worked as a buddy for the Terence Higgins Trust. I mentioned in my posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ that a lot of the rent boys who died of AIDS in the 1980s had been residents of children’s homes in north Wales who were trafficked to London. It is highly likely that Adam worked with some of those young men and realised where a lot of them had spent their youth. Perhaps he began popping into children’s homes in north Wales to find out what the hell was going on. With a surname like his, the people running those homes would never have suspected that Adam would have had a shred of sympathy with the residents or any interest in the dreadful things that were happening to them…

I mentioned in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ that confidential information about me and others who had dared complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles was being CC’d to a Mrs D. Mars-Jones, who I presumed was Mrs David Mars-Jones. David Mars-Jones was, as confirmed by Adam’s book, William Mars-Jones’s younger brother. David Mars-Jones’s wife was called Dilys. Yes, it was definitely her then. I presume that Dilys Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority – but having said that, Dafydd and the paedophiles were so bloody lawless that she may not even have been that.

Adam’s book mentions that William Mars-Jones used to stay with David and Dilys when he went to north Wales. David was a Freemason which William thought was questionable. Adam noted that David interpreted this as William not understanding how business was conducted in the country – I’m sure that William Mars-Jones knew just what the Freemasons of north Wales got up to, or at least some of them. Adam observes that the Garrick played the same role in his father’s life that the Freemasons did in David’s. Yes – and when a dissenting voice couldn’t be controlled by the Freemasons (for example if the dissenting voice was a social worker who was a whistleblower or an angry older lady with a brain or, perish the thought, a Bangor student who pissed herself laughing at a mad old psychiatrist’s efforts to chat her up and his subsequent threats), help from the Garrick was enlisted…

Adam saw the Mars-Jones’s of north Wales as his backward looking country cousins, but they really were quite something in the region. William Mars-Jones’s father was a farmer and owned and ran the local PO and shop – his father before him had been Chairman of Denbighshire County Council. From the information given in Adam’s book there was not just one farm between the extended family, there were several – Adam mentions two aunties who each possessed a farm whom it was believed were relieved of their property in the 1970s by David’s ‘sharp practice’ and who ended up living in Colwyn Bay. Adam explicitly states that William believed David’s business deals and acquisition of wealth to have been questionable. Adam also mentions that for some reason an Eddy Batty from Liverpool had a share in David’s farm.

Adam summed up the difference between his uncle and his father by saying that David wanted honours and William wanted cash. People from north Wales who desire honours have ended up doing some pretty disgusting things for some pretty disgusting people and a High Court judge in need of money with a brother in that position might find himself severely compromised.

I mentioned in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ that David Mars-Jones was High Sheriff of Clwyd in 1989. Adam mentions that David had been Mayor of Colwyn Bay.

Colwyn Bay was a hub of corruption in north Wales. The North Wales Police HQ was there and Sir Philip Meyers had built a personal ‘office’ at his home where business was conducted – at the time the force was notoriously corrupt (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). The Gwynfa adolescent psychiatric unit where the most dreadful abuse of children occurred was located at Colwyn Bay. The Angel in charge was a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry – he lived in Colwyn Bay and was a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’). Professor Robert Owen who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles lived in Colwyn Bay and received inappropriate telephone calls and mail from inappropriate people regarding NHS business at his home address (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). Huw Vaughan Thomas – the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96, as the paedophile gang raged within its children’s homes and who some years previously had spent six years as Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council, lived at Colwyn Bay (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’) with his wife Enid Rowlands, who was involved in NHS governance (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Of course Gordon Anglesea, the senior police officer who was imprisoned for sex offences against children in care in north Wales, lived and worked at Colwyn Bay. David Jones MP, who spent years working as a solicitor in north Wales watching in silence as Dafydd and the paedophiles stitched up the innocent, ended up in Colwyn Bay (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’) – David Jones is also a Freemason. Many, many more paedophiles’ friends were out at Colwyn Bay with them. It was a hot spot.

Adam mentions an Aunty Mary – Mary Cobley – who lived in Denbigh and David’s two daughters Jenny and Eleri.

Adam also talks about a holiday home that his father owned at Rhosneigr on Anglesey, the purchase of which David had assisted with back in the 1960s. Rhosneigr is a popular second home destination and in recent years it has become very expensive. By north Wales standards Rhosneigr is a big village but it is still small enough for regular long term second homers to have known each other.

Someone else whose parents had a second home at Rhosneigr – and who inherited it from them – was Duncan Orme, who studied biochemistry at UCNW in the 1980s. Duncan took a sabbatical year as the Welfare Officer in the UCNW Students’ Union. It was Duncan whom I made representation to about Gwynne the lobotomist in the early summer of 1984. Duncan admitted that there was a major problem with Gwynne and tried to persuade me to drop my complaint. When I refused, Duncan crapped himself and fled (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Duncan went into NHS management and ended up as Financial Director for one of the very troubled NHS authorities in England.

Duncan Orme knew that three students had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne the lobotomist. At least. Duncan will have known of much more as well.

An excellent foundation for a career in the NHS Duncan! You ignore patient harm related to crime whilst playing at being a student politician, you get a Third and then fail your accountancy exams – of course you will become Financial Director of an NHS Authority! Because you kept your mouth shut about a bloody paedophile gang.

Sir William Mars-Jones was President of UCNW, 1982-95. Which spanned quite a few of the lobotomist and paedophile years – and the term of Duncan’s office as Welfare Officer and the first part of Duncan’s NHS career.

Duncan when you were at university, you were widely regarded as a bit of a wally, not very bright and a bit inadequate. You have now been outed as an amoral ally of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. You epitomise everything that is wrong with the NHS. I have never forgotten the time that you told me how much you enjoyed your days at Millfield School and that no matter what politics you were forced to proclaim at university, you would buy your own kids the best education that you could possibly afford. Having known two people who escaped to Millfield from the shite comprehensives of Bridgwater and who had very much happier teenage years as a result I didn’t recoil in horror at your hypocrisy because I had knew parents who watched their kids attempt suicide and took the view that this could not continue. But you knowingly assisted a paedophile gang who murdered their victims. That is a whole order of magnitude of difference from a parent who is desperately trying to stop their 12 year old from topping themselves.

I bet that you don’t use the NHS do you Duncan.

I have just popped over to Linked In and found Duncan’s latest. He’s told a porkie – he states that he was Welfare Officer in 1986. I’m fairly sure that it was 1984 – because I consulted Duncan within weeks of encountering Gwynne the lobotomist, which was in 1984. Duncan’s Linked In however does tell us that he was ‘Nightline’ co-ordinator in 1984. ‘Nightline’ was the student run and staffed helpline at UCNW. The Nightliners tended to be well motivated but, like all student helpers, often out of their depth. I do know that the Nightliners knew about Gwynne and those attempted suicides because I knew four Nightliners and they were well aware. Some Nightliners went into social work after graduation – they knew about the paedophile gang…

Here are the rewards that Duncan reaped for keeping quiet and having a father who knew William Mars-Jones:

1987-91: Financial Trainee and Principal Auditor, Royal Free Hampstead NHS Trust

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

1993-02: Head of Financial Management and Deputy Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital

2002-07: Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital NHS Trust

2008-10: Non-Executive Director, BMI Three Shires Hospital

2007-10: Director of Finance, St Andrew’s Healthcare

2010-11: Chairman of the Lighthouse Centre – ‘a rape crisis centre offering a professional service for anyone who have experienced sexual violence, whether recently or in the past, operating since 1986’.

2011-present day: Operational Director of Finance, Nottingham University Hospital; ‘Leadership of award winning finance department’.

Every NHS organisation that Duncan has worked for has had serious difficulties. He boasts that as Director of Finance at Northampton, he ‘turned around’ the service and made millions in savings. Yes, Duncan is one of those highly paid NHS conference-attending managers who whittle away at patient care – particularly mental health, learning disabilities and the elderly – whilst spending money on executive offices and bonuses for people like himself when they have ‘turned around’ services.

St Andrew’s Healthcare has been at the centre of scandal after scandal after learning disabled people have been abused or died whilst in their ‘care’.

As for Duncan’s Chairmanship of a sexual violence centre – I am tempted to quip that perhaps those who suffered at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles should try knocking at Duncan’s door, but nearly all of them are now dead…

When Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were making a lot of noise, Duncan landed his first job at the Royal Free. During the first police investigation into the existence of a possible paedophile ring in north Wales, Duncan was hiding away at Barts – where Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees had ruled the roost for decades (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). In the year that the North Wales Police found ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring, Duncan landed his job as Head of Financial Management at Northampton General Hospital. Whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took place Duncan was promoted to Deputy Director of Finance at Northampton. His nose was probably so deep in the NHS trough of plenty that he didn’t even have time to stick his head up and say ‘I Know Nuzzing…’

Once old Ronnie had given the biggest offenders a clean bill of health and the bellyaching about a cover-up had died down, the sky was the limit for Duncan…

I think that there might be more than one porkie on Duncan’s Linked In profile. Because a few years ago I googled Duncan and he was at that time Director of a very troubled scandal ridden Trust next door to Mid-Staffs – that particular part of Duncan’s career has disappeared from his Linked In details.

 

Here’s a mugshot of the guilty party should anyone wish to avoid him when holidaying in Rhosneigr:

Duncan Orme

 

P.S. Duncan’s got a yacht! But then he had the use of his dad’s yacht when he was an undergrad…

The ‘turn around’ Finance Director who made £18 million of NHS savings enjoys his gin palace moored off Anglesey.

 

 

The Waterhouse and Mars-Jones families will have known each other before Ronnie became a pupil of William Mars-Jones.

The Waterhouses came from Flintshire, the neighbouring county to Denbighshire, the stomping ground of the Mars-Jones’s. There was and is a lot of cross border activity between the two counties.

 

Ronnie’s dad Thomas was at one time the Vice-Chairman of the Flintshire Quarter Sessions and Ronnie mentions in his book that his own career was given a boost when he was young by the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts and Cyril Jones, a solicitor who practised in Wrexham – they were both ‘supporters’ of William Mars-Jones, who had already established himself as a lawyer.

Ronnie’s dad was a member of Holywell Urban District Council and was Chairman in the early 20th century. He was a high profile Liberal when the Liberals were the biggest party on the Council (and a very influential force in north Wales per se). Thomas was Chairman of Flintshire Education Committee, 1925-34. So he probably knew Prof J.E. Daniel, a theologian and inspector of schools in north Wales at the time (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’). J.E. Daniel’s son is the hideous Huw Daniel, who like Ronnie spent a lifetime on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and who was so looking forward to imprisoning me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles’ friends in 2004 – Huw became very angry when the case collapsed (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Can you still fit into that ludicrous General Pinochet outfit of yours Huw, because those seams and buttons were certainly straining as a result of all those dinners on the last occasion that I saw you dressed up in your gear.

Ronnie was also mates with John Roch who was someone else on the Chester and Wales Circuit who wanted to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles friends in 1990 (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). On that occasion Roch had to throw out more than twelve charges against me because WHOOPS the paedophiles’ friends had lied – there was of course no action taken against anyone for perjury.

John Roch disappeared off the face of the earth – and indeed the internet – a few years ago, so I was gratified to find him mentioned in Ronnie’s book. After Roch fumed at not being able to imprison me and ignored the perjury of those giving evidence, he became Lord Justice Roch. Lord Justice John Roch has now reappeared in corners of the internet.

Lord Justice Roch might like to make a statement to the police about the bizarre events in Chester Court in 1990 when the paedophiles’ friends demanded my imprisonment for contempt of court, particularly now that I have documents in my possession demonstrating that the court and judge were changed at short notice without my barrister being informed – yet the paedophiles’ friends received a handwritten note from the Legal Dept of Gwynedd County Council explaining this to them. The note also told the paedophiles’ friends who to speak to when they arrived at the court – that person would also show them the affidavits and tell them what to say when they gave evidence. The note to the paedophiles’ friends told them to ‘familiarise’ themselves with the affidavits and evidence – which suggests that they had not seen any of it before. Further details and the names of all of the crooks involved can be found in my post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

Ahem. Just a little bit irregular I think Lord Justice Roche.

The whole scene was witnessed by the solicitor who accompanied me to court, Meleri Tudor. Meleri came with me because WHOOPS the date of the case clashed with another case that my usual solicitor had to be present at, although he was desperate not to send me into the paedophiles’ den unaccompanied. So his assistant Meleri came with me. I always liked Meleri and I very much appreciated her company, but she swore blind that the last minute change of venue and judge was just a blip – as was the fact that my barrister was not informed of this essential information. I now have documentation that shows quite clearly that there was no blip – there was corruption of the most serious sort at work.

Meleri moved on to work at another solicitor’s firm in Caernarfon shortly after the saga in Chester and the last I heard she had become a judge. On another occasion Meleri witnessed Tony Francis (Dr X) abuse process whilst he was in the witness box in Bangor Magistrates Court demanding my imprisonment. Meleri did stop him immediately and the magistrates also reprimanded him, but I remember Meleri commenting afterwards to me that ‘Francis knew exactly what he was doing and he knew that he shouldn’t have done it’.

At the time I just thought that Francis was seriously pissed off with me and had lost his rag, but since then I have acquired numerous documents written and signed by Francis in which he describes how he and others will frame me for serious offences for which there was no evidence.

I’ve got a stack of such documents Meleri, they were a bunch of lying crooks who were running the paedophile gang that you all maintained did not exist. Time to cough…

 

Not only did Ronnie’s dad reach the heights of being the High Sheriff of Flintshire in 1942, but he was  also Chairman of the County Finance Committee when the estate for Mold Crown Court was purchased. The building which currently houses Mold Law Courts was developed as a result of the efforts of T.M. Hadyn Rees, the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1974-77 (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’). The Waterhouse Tribunal was tasked with investigating the abuse of children in care during that time. Ronnie’s autobiography makes it clear that he knew Hadyn Rees. He mentions him by name and furthermore before he was Chief Exec of Clwyd County Council, Hadyn Rees was the Deputy Clerk and then Clerk of Flintshire County Council. Sir Ronnie, in his capacity as a barrister, acted for Flintshire County Council on many occasions and took instructions from Hadyn Rees.

After Hadyn Rees retired as Chief Executive of Clwyd he became a magistrate.

Ronnie’s book mentions that he attended a dinner at the Shire Hall in Mold in 1978 – it was held in his honour by the Chairman of Clwyd County Council and was attended by ‘many north Wales friends’. Many of whom will have also been paedophiles’ friends.

There’s nothing like an independent judicial inquiry is there.

Not that Ronnie was only mates with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in north Wales – he was friends with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in west Wales as well. In May 1983 Ronnie was involved in litigation in Swansea and Carmarthen Courts brought by the Welsh Office and seven local authorities – led by Dyfed County Council – in an attempt to gain a High Court order against some travellers. There was a paedophile gang operating in Dyfed and Pembrokeshire in the 1970s and 80s. In 1980, the County Secretary of Dyfed County Council Ioan Bowen Rees moved to Gwynedd to take up the position of Chief Executive – where he did nothing about the paedophile gang operating in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

Ronnie knew the influential Flintshire farming family of paedophiles’ friend and Tory politician Beata Brookes (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’). At one point George Brookes did battle with Flintshire County Council after they ordered him to move his caravans. Ronnie noted that ‘a great deal of money was at stake for the appellant, who was a strong Conservative supporter’. Brookes had wanted to instruct Sir David Maxwell Fyfe QC (a famous homophobic Welsh judge and former Secretary of State for Wales known as Dai Bananas), but Sir David had recently metamorphosed into Viscount Kilmuir as Lord Chancellor, so George Brookes slummed it and instructed the then Viscount Hailsham QC, who was soon to be appointed First Lord of the Admiralty.

The wife and son of the Fifth Sea Lord Admiral Sir Alec Bingley – Lady Juliet Bingley and William Bingley, who worked for MIND and in William’s case the Mental Health Act Commission as well – were involved in concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ also names other very high ranking naval officers who were involved in ignoring, or concealing, serious wrongdoing associated with sexual offences against children.

Lord Hailsham was the First Lord of the Admiralty, 1956-57. So he will have known Sir Alec Bingley, Lord Louis Mountbatten and others named in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

 

William Mars-Jones was in the Royal Navy Reserve during the war. But so many of the paedophiles’ friends served in the Royal Navy or the Royal Navy Reserve – including of course Gwynne the lobotomist…

William Mars-Jones served in Malta during the war. Sir Alec Bingley was stationed in Malta when he was Commander-in-Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet in the late 1950s/early 60s. Lady Juliet Bingley was friends with the Prime Minister of Malta and Ronnie Waterhouse knew Lt General Sir William Dobbie, the Governor of Malta, 1940-42.

 

In response to George Brookes instructing Lord Hailsham, Flintshire County Council instructed Edmund Davies QC to lead, with Ronnie as his junior. Ronnie tells us in his book that this case resulted in his highest fee to date for a single case and that there was ‘further reward’ when Brookes appealed. There was thus another magistrates hearing on a date when Hailsham and Edmund Davies were unavailable. St Asaph’s Magistrates Court heard the case in July 1955 – the Chairman of the bench was the brother of Judge David Pennant, who was a descendant of Thomas Pennant.

The Pennant family are part of the extended family of Antoinette Sandbach, the Tory MP for Eddisbury. Antoinette’s father Ian Mackeson-Sandbach was the most senior Freemason in North Wales throughout the years of failed investigations into organised child abuse in north Wales and during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Antoinette’s grandmother Geraldine Mackeson-Sandbach was the President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives. Before Antoinette became an AM and then an MP, she worked in the office of David Jones MP. For more details on the Sandbach clan, see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018′.

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

Flintshire County Council won the case against George Brookes. But there was yet another hearing in 1957. By this time Hailsham was in the Cabinet, so Brookes instructed Ted Maggary QC, later Vice-Chancellor and de facto Head of the Chancery Division. Edmund Davies was engaged elsewhere and Hadyn Rees decided that it wasn’t necessary to have a leader on the Council’s side and Ronnie acted for the Council. Ronnie doesn’t relate the outcome of this bizarre dispute involving caravans at St Asaph which involved some of the most senior lawyers in the UK, but Ronnie did note that he ‘was fortunate that Maggary proved to be a very courteous opponent’ and ‘we disposed of the case in two much shorter days’.

I suspect that a very dirty deal was done somewhere within those two short days which was why the big names made themselves scarce. I doubt that George Brookes spent all that money for nothing and knowing how the paedophiles’ friends conduct business, this saga over the caravans at St Asaph which involved none other than Lord Hailsham could hold the key as to why Beata Brookes – a universally loathed old bag – ended up as the leading female Tory politician in Wales despite no-one wanting her in that position.

Beata Brookes was a social worker before her ascent upwards into the higher echelons of the paedophiles’ friends and her gaining numerous positions of responsibility in the health and social care services in north Wales.

 

Ronnie’s dad, being prominent in Flintshire County life, will have known Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, Chairman of Clwyd Area Health Authority, President of UCNW, 1947-82 (preceding William Mars-Jones), Deputy Lieutenant of Flintshire, a magistrate, a member of Flintshire County Council and much more besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Lord Kenyon’s adult son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known by the social services to be sexually using at least one underaged boy in the care of Clwyd County Council. On one occasion in 1979 Thomas spent the night in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham with the boy and took compromising photos of them together. The following morning Thomas made a complaint of theft against the boy on the grounds that the photos and Thomas’s clothes had disappeared. Thomas was quite clear when he called the police with regard as to why he had spent the previous night in bed with a boy in care. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no action. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died of an HIV related condition in 1993.

Ronnie knew Lord Kenyon as well. In his book Ronnie mentions chatting to him in 1984 at the annual dinner for old students of Ruthin School in north Wales.

 

Ronnie and his network were able to show a great degree of tolerance in the face of sexual transgression. In 1945 Ronnie’s parents were looking for a suitable Liberal Parliamentary candidate for Flintshire and one of Ronnie’s duties was to drive the candidate about. Ronnie explained in his book that one day as Ronnie was driving, the candidate had the ‘impertinence and stupidity to make an unambiguous homosexual advance’. Ronnie stated in his autobiography that if he’d have told his father, the candidate would have been disowned. Ronnie doesn’t provide a very convincing explanation as to why he didn’t tell his father that a gay groper was being fielded as the Liberal candidate, but he does mention that the seat was won by the Tory Nigel Birch.

However, perhaps Ronnie didn’t need to tell his father. Ronnie admitted that ‘our candidate’s proclivities were quite well known when he stood again for Parliament, this time in Anglesey against the popular Cledwyn Hughes’. Lord Cledwyn was a loyal paedophiles’ friends for decades – he was also mates with Glenys Kinnock’s parents and was one of those who inducted the Windbag into Welsh Labour politics.

Ronnie doesn’t mention the gay groper’s name, but it’s not rocket science to work out that it was John William Hughes. Obviously a Ron Davies situation (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). ‘Well of course if we’d have known we’d have acted immediately.’

There is a great deal of ‘not knowing’ in north Wales, as the social anthropologist Isabel Emmett observed in her 1964 work ‘A North Wales Village: A Social Anthropological Study’ (see post ‘How No-One Knew About Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’). Not that even Isabel Emmett could have predicted the mass outbreak of not knowing that afflicted north Wales when Ronnie Chaired that Inquiry.

 

Ronnie and his dad weren’t the only red hot networkers. Ronnie’s Uncle Horace did pretty well. Horace sat on the Holywell Urban District Council and was also a member of the English Congregational Church in Holywell. The Waterhouses were a well known Congregationalist family in north east Wales (Ronnie’s dad was a deacon in the Tabernacle Church) – as were the Mars-Jones’s.

Ronnie’s Uncle Sidney trained for the Congregationalist ministry at the Lancashire Independent College in Manchester and subsequently worked as a Minister in Hemel Hempstead and in East Sussex. The Waterhouses had branches of the family in England – Ronnie’s dad was from a big family and the siblings had scattered all over the place. Ronnie married the daughter of an influential Birmingham family.

Ronnie was a lay preacher from the age of 17. He had been invited to fulfil the role by the father of his friend J. Gwynne Williams. J. Gwynne Williams later became the Professor of Welsh History at UCNW and the Vice-Principal, as well as the President of the National Library of Wales and Chairman of University of Wales Press. His father was the supervising Minister of the Welsh Wesleyian Methodist Church circuit at Holywell.

Ronnie’s sister went to Howells School, Denbigh, a popular independent school for girls in north Wales. The actress Nerys Hughes went there (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’) as did many other well known people from north Wales. The Mars-Jones’s lived in a village just outside of Denbigh and will have known many alumni of Howells School.

Ronnie’s sister extended the influence of Ronnie and the gang. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia worked for the BBC intermittently throughout her life – her first job with them was as a producer for ‘Woman’s Hour’ – and she also worked for ‘Vogue Export Book’, the ‘Daily Express’ and ‘Time and Tide’, which was owned and edited by Lady Rhondda. Sylvia married John Thompson, a journalist on ‘The Observer’.

Ronnie’s brother Stuart was active in the Liberal Party and stood as a Liberal Parliamentary candidate.

 

When he was young Ronnie Waterhouse was not only active in the Labour Party but stood as a Labour Parliamentary candidate on a number of occasions. William Mars-Jones stood as the Labour candidate for West Denbighshire in the 1945 General Election.

Ronnie was the Labour candidate for West Flintshire in the late 1950s. He knew Bessie Braddock, a fearsome battleaxe who was a leading light in Liverpool Council and then the Labour MP for Liverpool Exchange, 1945-70. Bessie Braddock was hated by many in Gwynedd because of her lack of sympathy and insulting behaviour regarding Welsh protests over the flooding of Capel Celyn in 1965 to form the Tryweryn Reservoir to supply water to Liverpool. At the time of the Tryweryn protests dear old Dafydd was a medical student in Liverpool, masquerading as a Welsh freedom fighter and was popping across to Ireland to learn at the knee of some IRA activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’). So Dafydd wasn’t one of those involved in Welsh activism who refused to resort to violent means. Neither did his fellow activists know that in his day job Dafydd was busy cultivating the friendship of corrupt English professionals in Liverpool whom he relied upon very heavily in later life (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

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Whilst campaigning, Ronnie shared a platform with Nye Bevan in East Flintshire and he noted in his book that paedophiles’ friend Baroness Eirene White (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) was ‘always helpful and generous’. At one point Ronnie was joined on the campaign trail in north Wales by Barbara Castle, who made a ‘rousing speech’ in Rhyl.

In 1963 Ronnie was shortlisted as the Labour candidate for Wolverhampton North East via the help of Denis Howell, the Birmingham Labour MP who was famously the Minister for Snow, Floods, Drought and then Sport under Harold Wilson. Ronnie lost out to Renee Short, who in later life proved herself to be a loyal paedophiles’ friend in the Commons (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). The other candidate was Martin Ennals,  brother of paedophiles’ friend Lord David Ennals (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). During the years in which he led Amnesty International, Martin Ennals managed to ignore some dreadful things – such as the framing and wrongful imprisonment of the Birmingham Six.

Ronnie was involved in the Labour campaigns in West Flintshire in 1964 and in East Flintshire in 1966.

In 1969 Ronnie stood for selection as the Labour candidate for Wrexham against Tom Ellis – Ronnie’s sponsor was the Wrexham solicitor Stanley Williams. By 1969 there was an abusive regime at Bryn Estyn at Wrexham and John Allen had just established the Bryn Alyn Community nearby. Tom Ellis was the Labour MP for Wrexham from 1970 and in 1981 he joined Dr Death and the gang in the SDP (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’).

All the local solicitors and MPs knew about the abuse of children at Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn.

Ronnie had yet another stab at getting into Parliament in 1970 when he stood for selection as the Labour candidate for East Flintshire. On that occasion Ronnie was supported by the TGWU and Tom Jones, the Wales regional TGWU organiser (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’), but he lost out to Barry Jones who was subsequently elected. Lord Baz as he now is had a background in teaching and the NUT and has been a loyal paedophiles’ friend over many years (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

Friendships across the political divide are not unusual, but Ronnie took this to the limit. His autobiography names scores of politicians – Liberal, Labour, defectors to the SDP and Tory, with whom he was very friendly. He was even on good terms with a few Communists and members of the Redgrave dynasty. As long as they wielded a bit of power and influence they were OK by Ronnie.

Ronnie didn’t become involved with the Labour Party until 1952 – when he was at Cambridge he was in the Cambridge University Liberal Society and made many friends there. His closest friend was Sir Robin Day and of course with Robin Day came friendships with a host of media folk. Ronnie knew many other Liberals as well – including Eric Lubbock aka Lord Avebury (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’), Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and Clement Freud. His memories of Jeremy were that he was an ‘elegant old Etonian’, who ‘played the violin’ and was impressively close to the Lloyd George clan. Whereas most of us remember Jeremy best for standing trial for conspiring to kill his gay lover.

Ronnie and William Mars-Jones were very friendly with Lord Emlyn Hooson, another member of the Chester and Wales Circuit and Liberal MP for Montgomery, 1962-79. Alex Carlile was a member of Hooson’s Chambers – the Alex Carlile who stopped asking awkward questions about Mary Wynch and then picked up a peerage a few years later. The Hoosons were neighbours of the Mars-Jones’s in Gray’s Inn and the Hoosons’ Montgomeryshire home was close enough to Ronnie’s other friends and hang outs for him to be a regular visitor.

Emlyn Hooson was involved in the secret inquiry which was held into Jeremy Thorpe years before Thorpe stood trial for conspiracy to murder Norman. Hooson was told quite clearly by Norman Scott and a Welsh friend of Norman’s who knew Hooson that Jeremy had been a very, very naughty boy indeed whilst he was being elegant and impressing people with his violin playing (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Hooson professed to have been horrified at Jeremy’s activities but no-one removed Jeremy from the leadership of the Liberal Party and when years later Justice Cantley, the presiding judge at Jeremy’s trial, hurled invective at Norman, Hooson didn’t say a word. Hooson remained silent when Jeremy was acquitted.

 

When Ronnie was at Cambridge, Glyn Tegai Hughes was President of the Liberal Club, who became another mate of Ronnie’s. Tegai Hughes stood as the Liberal candidate for Denbigh in 1950, 1955 and 1959. Tegai Hughes became Warden of Gregynog. Gregynog is a mansion in Powys originally owned by sisters Gwendoline and Margaret Davies, who donated it to the University of Wales in 1960 for use as a conference and arts centre. The Davies sisters were wealthy women who accumulated an impressive art collection. Ronnie’s parents knew their brother Lord David Davies of Llandinam, the Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire, 1906-29 and who was a visitor to the Waterhouse family home.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that everyone who stood for election or who was elected for Denbigh remained silent about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Nearly everybody in Denbigh was employed in jobs that were dependent upon the North Wales Hospital. There were hundreds of people banged up in there being abused but they did not have votes. The patient batterers and paedophiles’ friends did. Isn’t that right Dafydd/Paul Flynn/Ieuan Wyn Jones/Robyn Lewis and the rest of you who said not a word about the horror just a mile or so away from the town as you stuffed leaflets through people’s letter boxes emblazoned with you wearing a rosette. Not so much ‘if you want a nigger for a neighbour vote Labour’, but if you want a murderous paedophile for a neighbour vote for absolutely any of this lot, their lips are sealed.

 

I have mentioned that Mars-Jones was an enthusiastic member of the Garrick – Ronnie was also a member. As was Robin Day – Day lunched at the Garrick daily and sat on the executive committee – and of course numerous high profile people from the worlds of law and entertainment. Much of Ronnie’s life revolved around the Garrick and its members.

In 1952 Justice Croom-Johnson recommended that Ronnie should join the Garrick. In 1958 Malcolm Morris QC ‘urged’ Ronnie to join – I very much doubt that Ronnie had ignored Croom-Johnson’s advice, I suspect that the waiting list was long and that the Garrick wasn’t tripping over itself to let Ronnie in at that point. In 1962 Robin Day was allowed through the door and arranged for Ronnie to be proposed as a member by ITN editor Sir Geoffrey Cox. Ron was elected as a member in 1964. Ronnie loved the Garrick so much that when he retired and sold his London home – he wasn’t homeless, he still had a country seat in Herefordshire – if he and his wife were in London (which was frequently, there were all those important people to hobnob with after all, even in retirement and the Savoy is not to be found in Herefordshire) they lived at the Garrick for a ‘very reasonable’ rent.

Ronnie’s notion of what constitutes accommodation was flexible. The Garrick suited him and Lady Waterhouse down to the ground, but he did mention in the Waterhouse Report that children ‘leaving care’ at the age of 16 in north Wales were housed in ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Was the unsuitable accommodation a bit damp perhaps? Unheated? Er, no. According to the former kids in care, the ‘unsuitable accommodation’ in question were brothels. They left ‘care’ and were trafficked to brothels in London and Brighton. Which for the purposes of the Waterhouse Report doubled up as ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Furthermore if Ronnie really believed that those kids weren’t housed in the unsuitable accommodation until they were 16, he’s even thicker than I’ve given him credit for. They’ll have been sent to the unsuitable accommodation when they were 14 or 15 – or as soon as they had been beaten and raped into submission and Dafydd et al could be reassured that they had given up trying to escape or complaining to the police about what was happening.

But then Dafydd told people that I had lived in his ‘therapeutic community’ after he had unlawfully imprisoned me in Bryn Golau Ward with victims of the paedophile gang. Dafydd: Brown and me did have a really good laugh at that. And an even bigger laugh when, Ronnie Waterhouse-style, Dafydd’s partners in crime at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital – who admitted in writing that Dafydd was sexploiting the patients and that they suspected that Tony Francis might have been as well – obediently repeated to each other that Dafydd had really tried with me, I had even been in a therapeutic community, so that just showed that I was a complete recidivist.

 

Hanging out at the Garrick was certainly good for name-dropping purposes. Ronnie mentioned in his book that he found himself dining next to Kingsley Amis. The one who wrote ‘The Old Devils’… In May 1990, Ronnie attended a particularly big knees-up at the Garrick held for paedophiles’ friends Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe. The Commons speaker Bernard Weatherill attended and the booze up was presided over by Ronnie’s Cambridge friend Lord Jenkin of Roding. Ronnie’s Cambridge buddy Peter Cooper was there.

Peter Cooper was someone who nearly came a cropper on life’s journey. Cooper had been ‘personal assistant’ to Sir Edward Hulton and Lord Tim Beaumont, but he then rashly ‘joined Sir Bernard Audley who established the market research company AGB Research plc’. AGB Research was acquired by Robert Maxwell and as with anything acquired by Cap’n Bob there was not a happy ending. Another one of Ronnie’s circle, Peter Jay – Jim Callaghan’s son-in-law – was the Cap’ns Chief of Staff, but Ronnie stresses that Jay parted company from the Cap’n in 1990. When the Cap’n went overboard and the missing millions became obvious, Peter Jay and Peter Cooper were able to reassure everyone that they knew nuzzing.

Ronnie and his friends were often at the scene of unfortunate events concerning money. Ronnie was treasurer for Middle Temple for many years and somehow in 1995 funds from Middle Temple found their way into a dodgy Bulgarian bank. Then a great deal of Middle Temple’s money was lost when Baring’s bank collapsed.

 

Another memorable celebration at the Garrick was held in 2001, to celebrate Alan King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday. King-Hamilton was the notoriously obnoxious old judge who presided over Peter Hain’s trial and insulted Peter Hain, when someone many years ago – widely presumed to be the security services – tried to fit Peter Hain up for robbing a bank. Which was about as convincing as the poison pen letter which was sent to the authorities at De Montfort University stating that Brown was a ‘known paedophile’ who had ‘committed many offences’ when he worked at Aston University, but had never been caught – so he wasn’t a ‘known’ paedophile then was he Dafydd/Elfed/Martin??? (see post ‘A Nasty, Ludicrous Poison Pen Letter’).

I’ll say that for Dafydd and the paedophiles, they’ve probably taken at least 10 years off my life with stress, but they have provided me and my friends with a great deal of entertainment.

Guests at King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday included paedophiles’ friends the Onslows (I think that might have been Michael Onslow aka Viscount Cranley and his wife), Michael and Christina Mates and Jeremy and Verna Hanley. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia and her husband John Thompson also attended. Entertainment was provided by those lame old wallies Kit and the Widow, who used to be given much air time on Radio 4. If I was Kit and the Widow I’d be really worried if I was considered to be suitable as the cabaret for the 100th birthday celebrations of a biased judge and his crooked circle of paedophiles’ friends. Jeremy Hanley knew that Sir Peter Morrison was a child molester because he told Gyles Brandreth.

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The Duke of Edinburgh is or was the Patron of the Garrick and Ronnie loved it when Phil the Greek and the other Royals turned up.

 

Ronnie’s autobiography supplies the details of some of the trials that he was involved in, including many in which Mars-Jones also played a part. Ronnie and his colleagues were certainly adept in the art of moving goalposts/flexing boundaries.

 

In 1952 Ronnie was the prosecuting barrister in a north Wales case in which his father was one of the JPs. Normally of course this would be considered completely unacceptable, but this is Ronnie and his dad who we’re talking about. No problem!!!

Another 1952 case involving Ronnie as Counsel but this time as defence took place in London. (Mars-Jones and Ronnie worked out of Mars-Jones’s London chambers but they did a huge amount of court work in north Wales among their family and friends.) Ronnie was defending a medical student at Westminster Hospital on theft charges. The medical student had got pissed, broke into the nurses’ hostel and then stolen a purse. The charges were burglary and breaking and entering with intent to steal. Ronnie contacted the Dean of the Medical School and they both agreed that although this young man really had gone a bit far, he was after all a young doctor in the making so what he didn’t wasn’t the sort of burglary and breaking and entering that plebs indulge in and well the purse had definitely gone missing and it did rather look as though he had stolen it, but it’s not really stealing is it. As for the nurse to whom he’d broken into the building to gain access, well she was most upset but the dizzy little thing probably didn’t know her own mind….

I suspect that there may have been a few incidents of this nature during Dafydd’s student days. Only Dafydd would have probably been found stark naked in the hostel as well as drunk. Not that we need to speculate about Dafydd’s youth to understand how Ronnie was able to see the good side of people. At one point in the Waterhouse Report Ronnie notes that ‘apart from the sexual assaults’ there was no evidence of violence on the part of John Allen – there was, a number of witnesses described John Allen’s explosive rages and violent assaults, but Ronnie dismissed them as liars. Furthermore Ronnie noted that John Allen was kind and generous to the boys in his care when he was told that John Allen was paying boys to have sex with him and purchased certain boys – described by the other kids in Bryn Alyn as ‘Allen’s bum boys’ – motorbikes and hifi systems.

John Allen is currently serving his third prison sentence for sexual assaults on children.

In the late 1980s when I told Jeff Crowther, the nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, that Dafydd was sexually exploiting female patients, Jeff told me that one needed evidence and although there were many stories of this nature about Dafydd, no-one had any evidence. I told Jeff that there were young female patients living in Dafydd’s house with him and that this was common knowledge. Jeff told me that a lot of people thought that Dafydd was a kind man who offered a home and employment to patients.

Jeff: Dafydd only offered homes and jobs to young female patients. He didn’t have 60 year old men living in Rhianfa with him.

Come forward Therese, the young woman who lived with Dafydd in Rhianfa in about 1994, your evidence is needed!!! How much did Dafydd pay you and what were your terms of employment?? Do you have your P45?? Therese was a lovely young woman and I am sure that if she really had a choice she would not have been living with a dandruff-covered nutter like Dafydd, but as Dafydd had complete control no-one ever found out whether she was living with him out of choice or whether he had destroyed her life by illegally imprisoning her in the dungeon at Denbigh and then made her the generous offer of bed n board.

 

As the proverbial fighting drunken tramps say to each other – you want a scrap Top Doctors?? Caaaame on…. I have many, many more such memories, so you just continue to tell us all that the only problem with the NHS is ‘low pay’ and ‘resources’.

 

Ronnie wasn’t one for questioning the very obviously flawed legal system within which he worked even in cases which ended in death. In 1954, paedophiles’ friend Edmund Davies QC (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Mars-Jones and Ronnie were prosecuting at the murder trial of 25 year old Ronald Harries at Carmarthen Assizes. Harries stood accused of the murder of his second cousins after they disappeared and Harries was the last person to see them. Harries maintained that he had driven them to Carmarthen Station where they caught a train for London, where they were then due to go forward elsewhere for a holiday. Ronnie explained in his book that it was the super-sleuthing of a Detective Superintendent Capstick of Scotland Yard who led the investigation that resolved the case. Capstick organised a search party of 400 farmers over an area of 80 square miles. The bodies of the missing couple were found some seven months after they had disappeared in a ‘part of a field where the kale had been planted upside down’.

How exactly does one plant kale upside down? If, after burying the bodies, Harries had planted the kale upside down – presumably he was the village idiot – with the leaves in the soil and the roots sticking up above the ground, the kale would have died within hours and not been in any fit state to conceal two corpses.

Sir Cecil Havers – whose son Michael years later as Attorney General blocked the prosecution of the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman for child sex offences – presided over the trial and Ronnie noted that a crowd of 5000, ‘mostly women’, cheered the outcome and booed Ronald Harries as he was led away to Swansea Prison.

The Case of The Upside Down Kale went to the Court of Appeal – I cannot think why, it was obviously a rock solid case – but fortunately that bastard Harries lost the appeal. The appeal was lost on the strength of ‘Capstick’s excellent report of his investigation’ which accompanied Ronnie’s brief.

Ronald Harries was hanged. That’ll teach him to plant kale upside down.

Presumably the Case of the Upside Down Kale is another one of those classics in the annals of Welsh law, along with the imprisoning of the Rev Emyr Owen of Tywyn in 1985 for cutting the penises off corpses, feeding one penis to the seagulls and injecting the other penises with hot water to make them stand up all erect-like. No severed penises were found, no corpses sans penises were produced and furthermore anyone with A level biology knows that you couldn’t induce an erection in a severed penis, by hot water or anything else. Who was the prosecuting barrister who told the court this nonsense? Step forward Huw Daniel. Now Huw, as a former biology teacher, let me explain that a penis needs to have a blood supply to become erect. Even your penis, if it were chopped off and injected with fluid, would not become erect. If indeed it ever does anyway even when it is connected to its blood supply. You might not have liked the Rev Emyr because he was dangerously gay and as a Minister and Sheriff of Caernarfon Crown Court he will have found out what the rest of you were up to, but whatever he was guilty of it was not what you told the court and for which he went to prison.

 

Ronnie was happy to stress that those in his Chambers didn’t need a body to know that someone had been murdered and indeed to work out how the ‘orrible murder had been committed. After Ronald Harries got the chop, a Polish man was convicted of the murder of his business partner at Carmarthen Assizes. There was no trace of any body and no evidence, but the Pole was a Bad Lot and everyone knew that he’d done it. Furthermore they knew how – he’d fed his partner to the pigs. You can’t argue with that. The prosecuting Counsel was Esyr Lewis, for Mars-Jones.

Esyr Lewis also gets a mention in Adam Mars-Jones’s book as a friend and neighbour of his father’s in Gray’s Inn. As a child Esyr lived in south Wales but the family moved to the north of England when he was ten. He served in the Intelligence Corps in the late 1940s. Esyr Lewis became a Deputy High Court judge.

 

In Feb 1958 Ronnie was the prosecuting counsel in a rape case at Chester Assizes – Justice Salmon was presiding and Emlyn Hooson was defending. The alleged rape had taken place in Flintshire. Ronnie noted that the alleged victim was a ‘pretty bus conductress’ and the accused ‘a less than attractive Italian immigrant’. The pretty bus conductress had left a dance with the less than attractive Italian immigrant and it was alleged that he’d raped her in a car. It was stated that the pretty bus conductress was a virgin. The problem that everybody had was that the car was considered to be too small to be the scene of a rape so there was speculation as to whether the pretty bus conductress had just regretted losing her honour to an Iti. Ronnie remarked that Justice Salmon – an ‘excellent judge’ – summed up and cast the seeds of doubt in the jury’s mind. The Iti was acquitted and the next day the pretty conductress threw herself in the River Dee and drowned.

Well Ronnie and Justice Salmon were so upset. Ronnie stressed to the readers of his book that Justice Salmon was ‘liberal and humane’ and ‘deeply affected’ by the suicide of the pretty bus conductress. Was Justice Salmon so deeply affected that he thought ‘Christ I’ve really screwed up there, I don’t want to make another mistake like that again’, resigned and then spent the rest of his life working for the Benevolent Society for Pretty Bus Conductresses Who Have Been The Victims Of Sexual Violence? No. Justice Cyril Salmon continued his career and ended up as a Lord of Appeal. Just like John Roch.

 

There were some colourful characters in north Wales. In his autobiography Ronnie explains that on one occasion he breakfasted with William Lloyd George, brother of David, THE Lloyd George. Ron enjoyed this treat whilst he was staying with William Lloyd George’s son, William Lloyd George junior, known as Wyl bach. Ronnie remembered that in the mid 1960s a judge at Chester Assizes was going to criticise Wyl bach in a civil case. So William Lloyd George senior ‘was trundled into Court the next day where he sat glaring at the judge, who was so incredulous to see this living embodiment of history that his nerve failed him and the criticisms were left unspoken’.

‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t touch us.’

 

When Ronnie appeared in court alone, his ‘staple diet’ was personal injury cases, often for steel workers in south Wales, miners in north Wales or members of the TGWU. By the time that Ronnie was Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry, the TGWU represented many health and social care workers.

Ronnie went one better than representing the TGWU members though. One of the solicitor’s firms which sent a lot of work Ronnie’s way was Russell Jones and Walker – who acted for the Police Federation as well as steel workers.

Ronnie undertook a lot of divorce work. So he’ll know about the Top Doctor in north Wales who gave medical evidence against his own wife, declaring her mad and unfit to have custody of the children. The Top Doctor gained custody although he had neither the time or inclination to look after the children and he hired a series of patients as nannies to look after them. His wife had left him for one of his patients, a man called Harry, who was found hanging dead after she lost custody of the children (see post ‘He Knew Far, Far Too Much’).

What was the Top Doc’s name now?? Er, a very Welsh name… Dr Ieuan Wyn Finlay??? Dr Iorwerth Jekyll??? Dr Gwilym Frankenstein??? Cannot think who it might have been…of course Ronnie might not remember the case, after all a Top Doc’s wife running away with one of his patients and then him hanging himself after she loses custody of the kids because the Top Doc has given psychiatric evidence against her is an everyday occurrence.

I expect that the Top Doc involved was a kindly man who just wanted to provide employment as nannies for some of his patients. Of course, once his wife had moved out there’d be space in the bed for a few more people as well.

Croseo i Rhianfa, employment agency and homeless shelter for nubile young women.

Sometimes I wonder if readers in England might think that I’m just making all this up. Now that I’m writing it down I can see just how extraordinary it is. No wonder ‘no-one knew’, it’s just the sort of thing that no-one would ever notice isn’t it.

 

Ronnie appeared regularly at Caernarfon Crown Court when he was a barrister, as of course did Mars-Jones. In Nov 1975 Mars-Jones was involved in a trial at Caernarfon in which defendant Norman Owen was accused of influencing a jury in a previous trial. Owen was defended by Ronnie’s mate Peter Weitzman QC. Even Ronnie admitted that the evidence against Owen was indisputable and Owen was found guilty and imprisoned. However everyone received quite a surprise when the conviction was quashed at a subsequent appeal Chaired by Lord Justice Lawton on the grounds that according to Lawton the crime with which Norman Owen was charged no longer existed. Ronnie and his colleagues were thrown into a state of confusion – because at the time that Norman Owen was charged and stood trial, the crime most definitely existed…

 

In my post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ I discussed the 1993 trial of Derek Hatton and two other Liverpool City Councillors which Ronnie presided over at Mold Crown Court. The trial was part of a much bigger police investigation into local authority corruption, Operation Cheetah, which was derailed when Ronnie acquitted Degsy and his mates. I wondered why the trial of three Liverpool City Councillors on fraud charges involving Liverpool City Council took place in Mold. Ronnie explains in his autobiography that the trial was held at Mold so as to be without prejudice. Whereas Ronnie had previously presided over the trial of Ken Dodd for tax evasion in Liverpool, Ken Dodd’s home town and the base of Ken Dodd’s fan club…

Ronnie’s book mentions that Sir Rodney Klevan QC, who defended Derek Hatton at the 1993 trial in Mold, defended in many high profile cases of murder and fraud. Sir Rodney successfully defended the ex-Liverpool goalkeeper Bruce Grobbelaar on bribery charges in 1997. Sir Rodney was leader of the Northern Circuit, 1992-95. So he was leader of the Northern Circuit shortly after his fellow judge on the Northern Circuit Sir John Kay issued an injunction against me from the High Court in Leeds of all places on the basis of the perjury of two colleagues of the paedophile gang, one of whom had never met me and one of whom had met me twice (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

What I didn’t realise until I read Ronnie’s autobiography was that by the time Ronnie acquitted Derek Hatton and his colleagues, Ronnie was already experienced in handling trials of Liverpool City Councillors facing corruption charges. In April 1978 Ronnie and Mars-Jones were involved in a trial in Liverpool in which Councillors stood accused of corruption, when it was discovered that the jury had received copies of the official report on the case compiled by a senior police officer. In such circumstances there should have been a retrial, but somehow Ronnie and Mars-Jones persuaded the judge Derek Hodgson not to order a retrial. The defendants were acquitted.

Sir Derek Hodgson was a Law Commissioner and the Chairman of the Howard League for Penal Reform. In his capacity as a High Court judge, he was very generous to a number of defendants, some believed rather rashly so. He failed to imprison a number of people who had committed brutal assaults and murders. Sir Derek did however deal very harshly with one defendant – Winston Silcott in 1987, when Hodgson was presiding over the trial of those accused of killing Keith Blakelock. Hodgson was aware that the alleged confession of Silcott was unsupported by other evidence, but Silcott was convicted and described as ‘evil’ by Hodgson after conviction. In 1991 Silcott was released on appeal after it was accepted that his confession had been forged by the police.

 

Ronnie’s ‘useful vehicle’ on the circuit was his steady supply of work in defending men who were under 24 and charged with unlawful sexual intercourse with a girl under 16 but over 12. Some of those cases will have involved young men having sex with their girlfriends who were not quite 16. Other cases will have been the rape of girls of 13. In the light of Ronnie’s comments and conduct at the Waterhouse Inquiry I don’t like to think of what went on in those cases with Ronnie on the loose. Ronnie’s book tells us that with regard to such cases, Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest, the Lord of Appeal, was ‘at the summit’ of these cases in Caernarfonshire, wheras Lord Aberconway, the 2nd Baron, was ‘at the base’. Lord Aberconway had been the PPS to David Lloyd-George and was Chairman of the shipbuilders John Browne and Co and according to Ronnie was good enough to ‘weep sympathetically’ as pleas were made in mitigation. It was Lord Aberconway who was at such a loss in court that his summing up had to be prepared for him by the clerk of the peace as the case progressed and would then be handed up to him at the appropriate moment.

Another of the elements of the staple diet for Ronnie and his colleagues at the Quarter Sessions pre the 1967 breathalyser was drink driving charges. Ronnie noted that junior barristers became so good at ensuring that people were acquitted that further legislation was introduced.

 

The Chairman of Flint Magistrates, Alderman H.R. Thomas, was a longstanding Liberal friend of Ronnie’s dad. Therefore the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts proposed that it should be Ronnie who would make repeated applications for a licence to sell alcohol at the New Hotel in Flint. It took a long time but the New Hotel did eventually get its licence thanks to Ronnie. The Ronnie who grew up in a family who prided themselves on being temperance and who displayed their certificate testifying to 100 years of abstinence on the wall inside their house. It was of course up to Ronnie as to whether he kept up the family tradition of temperance or not. But the logic of Kerfoot-Roberts was exactly that of whoever decided that Ronnie was to Chair the Waterhouse Inquiry – this is a man with no principles at all who is related to, or friends with, all the interested parties. He’s the man for us.

One Liverpool brewery called, most appropriately, Bents, also employed Ronnie…

 

In 1980 Ronnie presided over the Moriah Chapel case in Caernarfon – the Calvinist Methodist Chapel of Wales sued some building contractors after the Chapel burnt down. Ronnie’s mates Emlyn Hooson and David Clarke were acting as counsel. No-one seemed to know why the chapel had burnt down – it was yet another one of those inexplicable fires in north Wales – although the defence ventured an interesting theory that a bird had entered the chapel, picked up a cigarette butt, had flown around with this dog end and set the chapel alight. In the midst of the mysterious fire and the outlandish theories as to how the fire had started, after considering the case carefully Ronnie declared that whatever the cause of the fire, it had obviously been the fault of the building contractors and he therefore found in favour of the Calvinist Methodist Church, for which I am sure that the Calvinists were most grateful.

Mervyn Phillips was the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1977-92, whilst the paedophile gang made merry in the Council’s children’s homes. Mervyn was extensively involved with the Welsh Calvinist Methodists, as well as a great many other things (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinist Methodists’). Of course Ronnie will have known Mervyn.

 

In Feb 1983 Ronnie was involved in a ‘gruesome murder case’ at Caernarfon for which Ronnie’s knowledge of the socio-economic and linguistic backdrop of north Wales proved invaluable.  The defendant’s first language was Welsh and he had exercised his right to have his trial heard in Welsh. The defendant had every right to do this and people in Wales fought long and hard for this right. Neither would such a request have been at all unusual in Caernarfon. No-one actually told the defendant that he couldn’t have his trial heard in Welsh – that would have been breaking the law and Ronnie et al would never do that – but it seems that no-one tried very hard to ensure that he understood the proceedings, which it would seem were in, er, English. Ronnie wasn’t that concerned because he pointed out that the defendant had been held at Risley Remand Centre ‘for so long’ that ‘he had become accustomed to speaking English rather than Welsh’. Ronnie observed that after the trial which was held in a foreign language the defendant was ‘rightly convicted of murder’ and sentenced to life imprisonment.

In 1983, the screws at Risley Remand Centre were notorious for inflicting gratuitous violence upon the inmates; for refusing to ensure that Welsh speaking inmates could understand what was being said; and for doing deals with corrupt police officers and lawyers in which prisoners were framed. Prisoners knew when this might be going on because they found that they were spending inordinately long periods of time in Risley, as their cases were inexplicably repeatedly adjourned or charges were altered. People I know who were in Risley spoke of hearing the screams of the other prisoners at night as they were beaten up by the warders and one man whom I met in the North Wales Hospital described how he was sharing a cell with a suicidal man who began his final successful suicide bid when they were in the cell together. The Denbigh patient rang and rang for the warders but no-one answered. He then spent a considerable period of time in the cell with the corpse. I was told by other people who had been in Risley that the warders ‘never’ answered the bell no matter how serious the situation. It was policy not to answer.

Risley was the domain of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Ronnie’s book mentioned something that I was unaware of – that those providing the interpretation for Welsh language court hearings were often Nonconformist Ministers. The sort of dispossessed people from Gwynedd who ended up in the clutches of Risley Remand Centre very often spoke Welsh and spoke it far better than English but were not very good at reading and writing Welsh. They certainly would not usually have the literary proficiency in Welsh that a Nonconformist Minister would have. The difference in their abilities would often be so great that the interpreter, if he was unscrupulous, would be able to substantially mislead the defendant…

 

No wonder Huw Daniel ensured that the Rev Emyr Owen went to prison for crimes so bizarre that no-one would ever listen to a word that he said again.

 

 

The head of Ronnie’s Chambers at one time was Gerald Thesiger QC, the cousin of Wilfred Thesiger, the last of the Great Imperial Explorers. Ronnie himself became head of Chambers in 1975.

Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest was another member of Ronnie’s Chambers and other tenants included John Roch, as well as Lord Gareth Williams of Mostyn – a very good friend of the paedophiles who was Attorney General under Blair, 1999-2001 (see post ‘People With Energy’) – Gerard Elias QC, who assisted old Ronnie at the Waterhouse Inquiry and Patrick Harrington. One of the juniors in the Chambers was H.J. Baxter, a County Court judge who had served as a Lt Col in the Intelligence Corps during WWII. As did a number of those who protected Dafydd and the paedophiles. Baxter shared a room in Chambers with Anthony Barrowclough, who was appointed the first Parliamentary Ombudsman in 1985.

Ronnie Waterhouse became a QC in 1969, the same year as Mars-Jones became a judge. The appointments will have been made by Lord Gerald Gardiner, Lord Chancellor under Harold Wilson.

 

William Mars-Jones’s wife Sheila was also a barrister who was a reporter for The Times and Weekly Law Reports. Sheila was also Chair of the London Rent Tribunals.

William Mars-Jones was a good friend of paedophiles’ friend barrister Peter Thomas, Conservative MP for Conway and then Hendon South and Secretary of State for Wales throughout Ted Heath’s Gov’t (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Peter Thomas was brought up in Denbighshire.

 

Adam’s Mars-Jones reminds us in his book ‘Kid Gloves’ that his father had a reputation for hating police corruption and the porn industry. Huw Daniel had exactly the same reputation – but I know that Huw didn’t always act on his publicly pronounced principles…

Adam discusses his father’s reputation for ‘charm’ and ‘charisma’ and observes that in reality his father often behaved in a rather lame, witless way and not just in the company of his family. He noticed that nonetheless people who were not family members would continue to fall around laughing and maintain the myth that William Mars-Jones was something special when the evidence was in front of them at that very moment that he wasn’t. Adam states that it was as if his father was constantly in a game of ‘Simon Says’, except that his father didn’t need to do the ‘Simon Says’ bit – ‘he just said things and people surrendered all resistance’.

I’ve taken a bit of interest in people who are described in the sort of terms that Adam’s father was, because a number of the paedophiles’ friends – including Dafydd – were regularly described in such terms in north Wales. Now there are some people who do have charisma and charm and can dupe people, but believe me, Dafydd was not one of them. There was only one reason why no-one was prepared to discuss Dafydd’s ludicrous yet very unacceptable conduct in realistic terms – they were frightened of him because they knew that he was a very, very nasty person with equally nasty associates. No-one who met Dafydd really found him charming – if he was trying to be nice he was a creep and a ham and when there were no witnesses about he was frankly intimidating. People who could not deny Dafydd’s excesses took refuge in statements about him being ‘eccentric’. No, eccentric people simply pursue their own path with little regard for social convention – they don’t run sex trafficking gangs.

Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Robert Owen was described in his obituaries as ‘charming’ with an ability to ‘persuade people to do things without them realising it’. When I met Professor Owen he was indeed charming and he gave every impression of being very unhappy with what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and that he was determined to get to the bottom of it. That was why I agreed to the terms of his inquiry. What I didn’t know was that Professor Owen was a liar – he was a friend of Dafydd’s, a friend of Tony Francis’s, a friend of Robert Bluglass’s and indeed was well networked into the whole paedophile gang.  If I really wanted to, I could lie through my teeth and mislead people as well, but I wouldn’t mistake this for having special qualities – particularly if I was in a senior position professionally and able to end the careers of anyone who crossed my path.

It’s no great mystery Adam – they were a bunch of ruthless, white collar crooks who mixed in circles of vacuous, unprincipled, rather weak people. Your father was feared because innocent people knew that they could be framed and imprisoned and those who were Top Doctors had the ultimate weapon – when you get ill, we will not treat you no matter how serious your condition. This was what happened to me and to other people who challenged them. People were left with agonising conditions (for which the Top Docs themselves rushed straight to the opiates if they were afflicted) and were refused all care and treatment. The Top Docs have done their worst to me and good friends of mine for 30 years now – they didn’t predict that we would arrive at the place satirised in Monty Python’s Life Of Brian, where the man is about to be stoned to death for saying ‘Jehova’ and John Cleese tells him that he’ll make it worse for himself if he says ‘Jehova’ again. So the man yells ‘how can it be worse, I’m going to be stoned to death, Jehova, Jehova, Jehova’.

You idiots Top Docs – some of my friends are dead, I’ve been refused treatment for the only three serious conditions that I have ever had and was left to die on each occasion, Brown and another witness were left in agony for days when they had kidney stones and ended up piddling the stone out a la the Middle Ages and there have been repeated attempts to imprison me. So now you’ve got this blog.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova.

 

Adam’s book mentions the John Vassall spying case which severely embarrassed the Macmillan Gov’t until the Profumo Affair eclipsed it. Vassall was a gay civil servant who was blackmailed into spying for the Soviet Union for a number of years in the 1950s and 60s. Vassall worked at the Admiralty in the Naval Intelligence Division and then in the Private Office of Tam Galbraith, a Tory politician and Civil Lord of the Admiralty. After letters from Galbraith were found in Vassall’s possession, there was rumour and speculation that Galbraith and Vassall were involved sexually and that Galbraith might have shielded Vassall. A committee of civil servants investigated and cleared Galbraith but no-one was very convinced so the PM ordered another inquiry which concluded that no-one at all in any senior position had assisted Vassall.

Earlier in his career Tam Galbraith had served in the Royal Naval Reserve along with the best of them…

Tam Galbraith was the Tory MP for Glashow Hillhead, 1948-82. His death triggered the by-election which saw paedophiles’ friend and mentor to Tony Blair Roy Jenkins became the SDP member for Hillhead.

 

After he was released from prison in 1972, John Vassall changed his name and lived in St John’s Wood – which was where Ronnie Waterhouse lived – and worked for a firm of solicitors at Gray’s Inn. Mars-Jones was a member of Gray’s Inn and lived in a Gray’s Inn apartment. Vassall died after suffering a heart attack on a London bus. In Nov 1996. Just after Ronnie opened the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

After William Mars-Jones died, when Adam sorted through his possessions he found a few memorable objects. One was a gift that a defendant had given William after William had successfully defended him on charges related to crimes involving steel, although the evidence against the defendant had been substantial. The defendant had sent Mars-Jones a gift made of steel engraved with the slogan ‘in appreciation of the preservation of my stainless character’. Adam also found an over-the-top Christmas card that Sheikh Ahmad Yamani, the Saudi oil Minister, had given William Mars-Jones in 1984. Adam was perplexed because he was unaware that his father had known Sheikh Yamani.

Sheikh Yamani does however seem to have had a few dealings with people in Wales. George Thomas became friendly with him in 1977 and the Sheikh subsequently flew Thomas and Thomas’s dodgy money lender friend Julian Hodge around in the Sheikh’s private jet (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

William Mars-Jones was friends with Philip Yorke, the last ‘squire’ of Erddig, the stately home near Wrexham which is now in the hands of the National Trust.

Whereas Ronnie was Treasurer of Middle Temple, Mars-Jones was Treasurer of Gray’s Inn.

Another associate of Mars-Jones’s was Sir Edward Gardner QC. Gardner was a resident of Gray’s Inn who had the required CV – he had served in the Royal Naval Reserve and had spent many years as a Tory MP. Gardner was for 25 years a Governor of the Thomas Coram Foundation for Children, which acted as a magnet for paedophiles’ friends

Adam Mars-Jones mentions the Preacher of Gray’s Inn, the Rev Roger Holloway. The Rev Roger was a rather unusual Rev. Roger Holloway went to Eastbourne College and then spent his national service in Kenya during the Emergency. Roger shot a Mau Mau insurgent whom he came across in a forest at night dead and did the same to a buffalo. Holloway brought the buffalo’s head back to the UK with him and had it mounted above his bed in his London flat. Holloway spent time as a big game hunter and also worked for Pfizer as a salesman and brand manager, flogging the slimming range Limmits. In 1960 he joined the advertising agency Robert Sharpe and Partners, managing the Players and Unilever accounts. In 1963 he embarked on a long career in the wine business when he joined the Charrington United Breweries Group (later Bass Charrington). He then moved to Jardine Matheson and was MD of its wines and spirits division, 1982-88.

By this time Holloway had become actively engaged in the Church. A protégé of his friend Robert Runcie, he was ordained a priest by the Archbishop at Lambeth Palace in 1981. He served as a ‘worker-priest’ at St John’s Cathedral in Hong Kong, the Anglican church in Tokyo and at the US Central Intelligence and National Security Agency facilities in Asia.

In 1988 Holloway returned to London. As Priest-Vicar at St Margaret’s, Westminster, he took his turn at prayers in the House of Commons, where he became a favourite of the then Speaker Betty Boothroyd. He combined this role with the duties of appeals Director of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and Director of the Industrial Christian Fellowship. Holloway will have been aware of the scams within the Imperial Cancer Research Fund which erupted in the form of the Bristol Cancer Centre/Chilvers Report Scandal in 1990 (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’).

In 1997 Holloway was elected Preacher (effectively Chaplain) to Gray’s Inn, continuing in this post until his death in 2010.

William Mars-Jones knew Sir Hildreth Glyn-Jones, who had qualified as a pharmacist before practising as a barrister. Glyn-Jones was leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit in the mid-1940s and a Recorder of Cardiff in the late 1940s/early 1950s. He became a High Court judge and after he retired he became a Fellow of the Royal Pharmaceutical Society in 1975.

 

Ronnie worked with a number of junior barristers who later became even more well-known than the rest of Ronnie’s friends and colleagues. In 1977 Ronnie was working on a case with his junior Derry Irvine, who in turn rolled up with his two juniors, a Cherie Booth and a Tony Blair. Ronnie was mates with George Carman QC anyway, the crooked barrister (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’) whom Tony Blair worked for. Ronnie was good friends with Derry Irvine and Derry’s wife Alison (who later left Derry Irvine for Donald Dewar) and in 1978 Ronnie holidayed in a French chateau located near to where Alison and Derry Irvine were also holidaying.

When Ronnie nipped over to Hong Kong in 1997 for a break to relieve the tedium of listening to the witnesses during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘Mr Thomas Waterhouse – An Apology’) he ended up having tea and a chat with the Governor, one Chris Patten and his wife Lavender. Derry had a hand in organising the jaunt.

Lavender was later a Patron of Prof Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre. As if being Patron of a Centre built on the back of a research fraud committed by a paedophiles’ friend wasn’t sufficient (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’), Lavender was Patron whilst her husband was Chancellor of Oxford University – which employed Mark Williams and hosted his Centre…

 

 

Whereas William Mars-Jones was a good friend of Ronnie’s who exerted great influence in north Wales, Ronnie also had a mate who was revered and feared in south Wales – Leo Abse, the lawyer who was the Labour MP for Pontypool and then Torfaen for decades. Abse was one of Ronnie’s neighbours in north London and Ronnie was friendly enough with him to go on holiday to the south of Italy with Abse and his wife Marjory. They were joined by Thatcher’s mate Woodrow Wyatt and his wife Verushka (see post ‘An Appalling Vista’); Kingsley Amis’s wife; Roy Jenkins and Bill Rodgers; Robin Day. Peregrine Worsthorne joined in the party – he stayed at the Abse’s place.

Peregrine Worsthorne spent many years working at the Telegraph and for many years edited ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ where he published opinions that were not usually found even in ‘The Sunday Telegraph’. A memorable column of Perry’s argued that working class people should not be allowed to enter universities – this was many years before ‘widening participation’ – because it would give them a glimpse of a lifestyle to which they could never aspire and they’d become all resentful and rebellious. Before Perry points at me as a prime example, I’ll remind him that I only went off the rails when I discovered that a great many Top Docs and others were concealing organised crime. I wasn’t exactly a Conservative voter before that, but to be honest Perry, I didn’t imagine that I would ever one day publish something like this blog…

In recent years Perry has become a figure of fun because after many years of loyal service railing against homosexuality, Perry has provided detailed descriptions of his homosexual encounters at Stowe School with, I think, George Melly.

Perry defended the conduct of Pinochet’s forces in the 1973 Chilean coup, and wrote that he hoped the British Army would launch a coup in Britain if a radical minority socialist government should ever enter power.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse obviously found Sicily to his liking, he crashed out there again in 2003 with Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe and David and Anna Skeggs. Dr David Skeggs was an oncologist who studied at Oxford and Barts. He did his national service with the Royal Navy and then returned to Barts to work. Skeggs was Director of the Radiology Centre at the Royal Free Hospital, 1964-88. After Skeggs left the NHS he became Director of Radiotherapy at the private Cromwell Hospital.

In 1997, following revelations that some women with breast and cervical cancers were being given substandard radiotherapy treatments at some hospitals, Skeggs appeared on ‘Panorama’ to help draw attention to a problem which he regarded as wholly avoidable. Although Skeggs will have known that this was happening for years…

The pressure group RAGE (Radiotherapy Action Group Exposure) had been fighting for compensation for patients with radiation-induced injuries for several years, and Skeggs explained that he had decided to speak out because he felt that ‘somebody in the medical establishment has got to stand up and speak for them’. Not that Skeggs had ever done so previously.

In retirement, Skeggs directed his energies to supporting the UCL Cancer Institute Research Trust as a Trustee and, from 2006, as Chairman. He played a major role in raising £4 million for a special facility for patients taking part in clinical trials of new treatments for cancer and led the charity in developing facilities at the new UCL Cancer Institute in Bloomsbury and at the college’s Royal Free Hospital campus. Whilst he knew that the research fraud and ineffective treatment of patients was continuing.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse also took holidays with Leon and Diana Brittan.

Ronnie acquired a taste for indulgent holidays years before he joined the Cosa Nostra on a regular basis – his book mentions a ‘sybaritic summer holiday’ in the south of France that he took in 1957, with the Hoosons and Robin Day – they were joined by the BBC producer John Danvers.

 

In 1971-72 Ronnie was involved in an action for slander involving Leo Abse, in which Leon Brittan, Ronnie’s junior, was defending. Leon Brittan worked as Ronnie’s junior again in 1976 when Arthur Scargill sued the Sheffield Star for libel.

I have blogged about Leo Abse previously – he was an unpleasant aggressive man who was a lifelong friend of George Thomas and concealed George Thomas’s child molesting ways by resorting to bribery and intimidation when necessary (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse has been the subject of an investigation into historical child abuse himself and he was someone whose writings and conduct were very obviously questionable at times, but I would imagine that as in the case of William Mars-Jones, a lot of people were just far too frightened of Abse to state the obvious.

Abse came from a legal family which also numbered among its members psychoanalysts and Top Doctors – the most famous being Danny Abse – and Abse had a big interest in psychoanalysis himself. Leo Abse did sometimes use psychoanalytic theory to make some interesting observations, but he very obviously also used the Top Docs ploy and utilised psychoanalytic theory to excuse himself or simply to throw mud at his opponents.

I have just finished reading Abse’s volume ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’. Not only does Abse extrapolate to ridiculous lengths on the basis of the limited information that Blair has made publicly available about his early life, but Abse really chucks the abuse about on the grounds of Blair and Cherie’s allegedly ‘dysfunctional’ families. This is a man who was close friends over decades with a brutal, lying child molester – but George Thomas was, Abse tells, us a pure Christian soul with noble motivations who was burdened by being gay.

A further irony is the amount of time in ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’ that Abse devotes to ‘perverts’ – he seems to be referring to sado-masochists. Give me a sado-masochist over a child molester any day Leo. Abse bangs on at length about narcissists – like Blair was at university according to Abse – who grow their hair long and wear colourful ridiculous clothes (in Blair’s case, purple loons). As I was reading this, my first thought was that long hair and colourful loons were standard issue for young people of Blair’s generation and then I remembered that one Leo Abse was well-known for his highly decorative coloured waistcoats – very nice waistcoats in fact. Abse had obviously foreseen the charges of hypocrisy – he explained that his bright waistcoats weren’t a sign of narcissism, that was just everybody else’s coloured waistcoats. No, Leo’s coloured waistcoats were a sign of him expressing his individuality and rebellion on Budget Day…

Leo continues in this vein throughout the book. Everybody else’s family traumas – even ones that aren’t the result of any perceived moral failing such as Blair’s dad’s stroke – allegedly result in damaged, deranged children who grow up to be seriously inadequate people who cannot be trusted on any matter. Even the photo that Cherie issued of her holding her own baby Leo as a newborn demonstrates that Cherie is a crazed nutter who as a mother cannot sacrifice her own needs for the sake of her baby. I too am of the opinion that Cherie is a bit mad but I didn’t draw that conclusion from Cherie having her photo taken with the new baby – I think that is a fairly popular past time among new mothers.

Leo Abse really does rival Dafydd et al in his book. Questionable psychoanalytic theory is used to discredit the actions and motives of absolutely everybody else, yet the same theory is used to put a positive spin on everything that Leo did – some of which was pretty sordid.

I did however discover something informative but deeply worrying from Leo’s book. That he was a member of the Houghton Committee, whose deliberations led to the Children’s Act of 1975. Anyone who has known anything about the harsh reality of the UK’s children’s/child protection services over the past few decades has looked on aghast as more and more power has been given to an endemically corrupt, chaotic state system dogged by a major problem with gangs of organised child abusers operating within its ranks. As the years pass with yet more admissions of ‘God there is one hell of a problem here and it is not with inadequate parents’ and the most dreadful first hand tales from kids who grew up in ‘care’ regarding what was done to them whilst they were in ‘care’ continue, legislative changes removing more and more rights from biological parents continue apace, with the people drafting the legislation urging that social workers and Top Doctors should be ‘listened to’. Those of us who have been on the receiving end of those professions respond by wondering whether the politicians/judges making these utterances have ever met one of the social workers or Top Docs in whose opinion they have so much faith.

 

It seems that the rot began with – or was certainly accelerated by – paedophiles’ friend Leo Abse. In 1967 Harold Wilson appointed Jim Callaghan as Home Secretary. Abse, as a result of his concern for children without two stable parents, persuaded Callaghan to establish an advisory committee to deal with this matter, with Abse as a member. Abse had previously set up an all party group of MPs ‘committed to pressurising the Home Office’ to reviewing the adoption and fostering laws.

Abse knew that at that time, fostering and adoption arrangements in the UK were ramshackle. Arrangements were frequently made privately between individuals, or by gynaecologists or hospital matrons and screening procedures by adoption societies frequently involved no more than ensuring that the prospective adoptive parents were of the desired religious denomination. I know of several instances in which mothers were undoubtedly coerced into handing over babies whom they desperately wanted to keep. Not only unmarried mothers either – I know of a case in the mid-1970s in which a pregnant woman in her late 20s from north Wales was banged up in Denbigh and then taken to the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) to give birth. The baby was unlawfully removed from her by the combined forces of her own mother, the staff of St David’s Laundry and dear old Dafydd et al. The reason? She had left her husband and refused to go back to him when her family ordered her to. This lady then spent the rest of her life as a ‘community psychiatric patient’ under the ‘care of’ the abusive Arfon Mental Health Team – as did a daughter to whom she subsequently gave birth. I knew many of the details because I was friendly with her some 17 years ago. Where is she now? She’s dead of course. She was found dead just about the time that the Waterhouse Report was published…

So Abse knew that this sort of thing was going on – rampant abuse on the part of professional people. So who did Callaghan/Abse ensure were the members of the Houghton Committee? The very people who had carried out the abuses of vulnerable pregnant women – ‘for politically correct reasons, one Tory MP…the other members all already had, as directors of social service departments or adoption societies, as paediatricians, child psychiatrists or jurists, considerable fieldwork experience in adoption’.

If Leo Abse had wanted to increase the abuses in the system he could not have done better. By the time that the Committee was established, paedophiles had infiltrated most of the social services depts in the UK and many of the gangs were linked. The Committee was Chaired by Sir William Houghton. William Houghton worked for ILEA – which had been infiltrated by paedophiles…

The Houghton Committee sat for three years, ‘taking evidence’ and then ‘produced a unanimous report’. William Houghton himself died during that time.

After Abse et al had produced their report with recommendations, Abse wanted action and quickly. So her persuaded Dr David Owen – Dr Death was still a back bencher at the time – to sponsor an Adoption Bill. According to Abse, he approached Dr Death because Dr Death had been fortunate enough to have drawn in the Private Members ballot the right to have time to introduce a bill. Not only was Dr Death up for playing ball, but Abse, Dr Death et al got their act together to such an extent that they had their legislation ready and waiting for the incoming Labour Gov’t when Heath’s administration fell. Bills usually fell by the wayside with a change of Gov’t – not this one. The incoming Labour Gov’t took it up and it reached the statute book as the Children’s Act of 1975.

 

On the basis of Abse’s account, there seems to have been a great many fortuitous events involved in all this. Abse just happened to have set up an all party group just before Jim Callaghan just happened to be appointed as Home Secretary, who just happened to be receptive to Abse’s request and then Dr Death was up for grabs as soon as Abse’s Committee of paedophiles’ friends had written their Report. Even a change of Gov’t didn’t disrupt the process – the new (Labour) Gov’t took up the Bill and within months, bingo, Abse and the paedophiles’ friends were home and dry.

 

I have no idea how many of those involved in this were ‘charmed’ by the ‘charismatic’ Leo Abse or how many were intimidated by this deeply unpleasant man into following his orders.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in 1968 and by the mid-1970s business was booming. Allen’s venture was followed by a number of other people arriving in north Wales in possession of enough money to buy isolated old buildings for use as children’s homes or residential schools. The kids housed in those establishments will have been housed there under the Children’s Act 1975…

I have previously wondered who was behind the business model which underpinned the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom. John Allen came from Ipswich in Suffolk, so he had been on the turf of Dr J.G. Howells, the paedophiles’ friend who pioneered ‘family therapy’.

Howells was originally from Anglesey and studied first at King’s College, London and then at Charing Cross Medical School. He served in Germany as a medical officer to the Northamptonshire Regiment. Theological training led to the award of the AKC, coincident with his medical training.

After training at the National Hospital, London in neurology, Howells trained at the Maudsley Hospital in psychiatry, where he worked for a period in the psychoanalytical unit. He left the Maudsley disillusioned with psychoanalysis in the hope of being able to practice a different psychopathology elsewhere. This was at the inception of the NHS when innovation was encouraged and Howells set up his unit in a general hospital in Ipswich. Howells was the Director of the Institute of Family Psychiatry at Ipswich, 1950-85. The Institute was affiliated to the University of Cambridge and formed part of the postgraduate medical education of that university.

Throughout Howells’s career he sat on numerous influential NHS, professional and academic committees including the East Anglian Regional Hospital Board (1965-74), the Faculty Board of the University of Cambridge Clinical Medical School, the British Medical Association Psychological Medicine Committee and the Council of the Royal Medical Psychological Association. Howells served as Secretary and Editor of the Society of Clinical Psychiatrists.

Howells lectured all over the world, sharing platforms a with many significant individuals of his time, including Benjamin Spock and A.S. Neil. He was a council member of the World Psychiatric Association. The American Psychiatric Association appointed him a distinguished fellow and many American universities offered him chairs. Yale University even offered to transport his whole research team to the US.

Howells was a key figure in the establishment of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, along with Sir Martin Roth and that enormous inexplicable loan from Marks & Spencer (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).

J.G. Howells will have known Dafydd and many of those who protected Dafydd and he will almost certainly have known Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’) and perhaps Tuppence’s wife – Lady Mary Archer – as well (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

 

My suspicions as to who formulated the business plan behind the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom are increasing… However it certainly never occurred to me that it was Leo Abse who was the driving force behind the legislation which made it all possible.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

 

In ‘Tony Blair: Behind The Smile’, Abse makes reference to dining at Number 10 with Callaghan and his wife Audrey.  Abse approves of Audrey – in his opinion she’s everything that Abse thinks that a woman should be, just a nothing really. I don’t know how fond of Leo Abse Callaghan and his wife really were though. Callaghan did not like Abse’s child molesting mate George Thomas one bit – Callaghan knew of Thomas’s ways, as did most other people in politics in south Wales. However, George Thomas did get on very well with Harold Wilson. It was Harold Wilson who moved Callaghan from the post of Chancellor of the Exchequer to that of Home Secretary in 1967. At that time Bryn Estyn was still managed directly by the Home Office – Callaghan was one of the Home Secretaries who concealed the abuse of the boys there.

 

Audrey Callaghan was derisively named ‘the Yorkshire Pudding’ on account of her not prancing about like Posh Spice. However she had rather more about her than is widely publicised. In 1959 Audrey was elected as the member for Lewisham for the London County Council. She took a special interest in children’s homes and in the Children’s Committee. From 1964 she was an Alderman of the GLC and Chairman of Lewisham Council’s Children’s Committee, where she was an Alderman when the GLC was abolished. Audrey was Chair of Governors for GOSH (Great Ormond Street Hospital), 1969-82 and Chair of the Hospital’s Special Trustees, 1948-90. She was a fundraiser for GOSH for 30 years and for 15 years until 1999 was a Trustee of the Wishing Well Appeal. The spectre of Jimmy Savile looms large.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

In 1987 Jim Callaghan became Lord Callaghan and he and Audrey retired to their farm in East Sussex. They supported causes related to the University College of Swansea, of which Callaghan was President.

The Callaghan’s daughter Baroness Margaret Jay was a good friend to the paedophiles and became a Health Spokesman and Minister for Wimmin under Blair (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).

 

Whilst Leo Abse and the paedophiles’ friends sat on the Houghton Committee, the paedophile who was Abse’s friend, George Thomas, was Secretary of State for Wales. In this capacity Thomas concealed the abuse of children in north Wales. George Thomas was succeeded as Secretary of State for Wales in 1970 by William Mars-Jones’s mate Peter Thomas – who concealed the abuse of children in north Wales, as did every other Secretary of State for Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

It was in 1969 whilst George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales when the responsibilities of the Welsh Office were extended to include Health and Social Services. One year after John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales…

 

Leo Abse did of course have previous for successfully getting legislation through Parliament. It was Leo Abse who sponsored the private member’s bill after Harold Wilson won the 1966 General Election which was supported by Home Secretary Roy Jenkins – another paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’) and led to the Sexual Offences Act 1967 and the partial decriminalisation of male homosexuality.

The irony was that years after Leo Abse’s efforts succeeded in decriminalising homosexuality, up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Dafydd and Gwynne were inflicting their own special brand of torture on adult gay men in the name of ‘aversion therapy’. Whilst they ran a sex abuse ring whose activities included concealing child abuse and trafficking the children who were in care – thanks to the Children’s Act – into gay sex work…

 

Either Leo Abse was working very hard to engineer a situation in which adult gay men with a predatory nature could have sex with coerced teenaged boys or Leo Abse was a very confused man.

Leo Abse was succeeded as the Labour MP for Torfaen by Paul Murphy. Blair had appointed Paul Murphy as Secretary of State for Wales by the time that Ronnie completed the Waterhouse Report and it was Paul Murphy who took receipt of the Report and declared himself to be delighted that a transparent and through investigation had been conducted with not an element of a cover-up. Before becoming an MP, Paul Murphy had spent many years as a Councillor in Torfaen. He knew Abse well.

 

Leo’s friend Ronnie Waterhouse did a bit of trailblazing for sexual liberation himself. Interestingly, Adam Mars-Jones’s book tells us that it was Ronnie Waterhouse who spent much time trying to enlighten William Mars-Jones – unsuccessfully – re homosexuality.

In 1965 Ronnie was instructed by the solicitors Lawford and Co to act in a case for the Albany Trust. The Albany Trust began life as a respectable charity whose work complemented that of the Homosexual Law Reform Society. When male homosexuality was partially decriminalised in 1967, the Albany Trust metamorphosed into an educational and counselling organisation, including developing sex education. The Albany Trust rather lost its way and was brought into disrepute when it produced literature in collaboration with paedophiles’ rights groups PIE and PAL. In the 1980s, the Home Office whilst Ronnie’s friend Leon Brittan was Home Secretary, funded the Albany Trust to carry out some questionable ‘research’.

 

I mentioned in my post ‘Pets Win Prizes’ that within days of the Jillings Report being submitted – the Jillings Investigation being the first external inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’) – Clwyd County Council was dissolved in a local authority reorganisation by the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission.

Ronnie Waterhouse joined the Boundary Commission in 1972 and reviewed boundaries across the whole of Wales for the next four years. Ronnie stated that a ‘most influential fellow member’ was Dr Elwyn Davies, who was Secretary of the Council for the University of Wales for many years, then the Welsh Secretary for Education and then in 1977 was appointed as the President of the National Library of Wales. Other members included Winifred Matthias, the former Tory Lord Mayor of Cardiff and Bill Coleman, a Labour Councillor from Gelligaer.

In 1974, veteran paedophiles’ friend Lord John Morris – whom Blair brought out of mothballs and appointed as Attorney General when Blair was elected as PM in 1997 – asked Ronnie to take over the Chairmanship of the Boundary Commission for Wales. Morris had been a pupil in Ronnie’s Chambers. William Mars-Jones’s mate Lord Peter Thomas, John Morris’s predecessor, had appointed the members of the Boundary Commission, but Morris was able to either accept or reject them. The Deputy Chairman of the Commission was Michael Gibbon QC – who was godfather to Ronnie’s daughter Laura. Gibbon – who became a senior circuit judge and recorder of Cardiff – succeeded Ronnie as Chairman of the Boundary Commission in 1978. Gibbon is a member of the Council of the Honourable Society of Cymmrodorion. He lives in London and works from Chambers there, but his family are from south Wales. His wife Amanda’s parents farm in mid-Wales. Much of Gibbon’s work at the Bar has involved representing Gov’t Depts. Probably when they have flouted the law or harmed citizens.

I highly recommend readers to pay a quick visit to the website of the Honourable Society of Cymmorodorion. The entire Society is composed of members of the Royal Family or paedophiles’ friends.

 

 

After all that bad publicity when the Tawel Fan Scandal reared its head again last week, I was expecting a TV programme about some wonderful aspect of life in Gwynedd or perhaps an announcement that a ‘research team’ based at the Betsi has scored another first. I was not disappointed – BBC News Wales online are reporting that cancer time waiting lists in Wales are the best in the UK! Which does not explain why the clinical outcomes are far from the best in the UK…

In the light of the paedophiles’ friends continuing the PR war, I’ll name a few more sinners.

Caaaaam on….

 

Ruhi Behi, the former Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi was an Angel from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who went to UCNW to do a psychology degree. Behi did emerge with a degree but students on his course were convinced that he had obtained it fraudulently. Not only did they never see Behi in lectures, but he was also working as an Angel in the C&A Hospital in Bangor throughout the whole time. Two of the psychology students were watching carefully and they are convinced that someone else was attending the course and sat finals in Behi’s name. This was back in the 1980s and such practices were known to have happened at Aston University at the time, although in the case of Aston it had involved some wealthy students from the Middle East who had sent their servants over to Aston to undertake their degrees for them. The attitude of the Top Docs and Angels at Denbigh was so dreadful that they’d have had no problem using the services of servants. In fact Dafydd did so regularly…

When Head of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor, Behi presided over an appalling regime of homophobia and – ironically – racist bullying. I was told stories of overseas students being told that they ‘smelt’ so much that it was necessary to lock them outside of shared offices and of ethnic minority students on placement at Wrexham travelling miles to submit course work, only to be told by vindictive staff when they arrived that ‘the office is closed now’, the decision to close having been taken as soon as the student was seen approaching the building.

Many staff and students simply left the School of Healthcare Sciences in a hurry without explanation but a number did try to make representation about the appalling conduct of Behi and some of his colleagues. I knew two people who knew one of those who did try to raise the alarm very well. She was a young woman who was doing a PhD in that School who was effectively driven to a nervous breakdown by her PhD supervisor. This young woman couldn’t understand why there had been no response to her complaints. She eventually left with no resolution and after a period of illness, took up a job in Liverpool. I was told that she left ‘feeling very bad about her time in Bangor’. After the student left, the PhD supervisor concerned stated that her student had been ‘like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights’. A colleague observed that therefore the main beam should have been switched off.

The PhD student who followed in the footsteps of the frightened rabbit was treated just as badly by the same supervisor. This supervisor wrote derogatory – and factually inaccurate – comments about the PhD student’s work (I saw the documents concerned). This PhD student also had a breakdown and left without completing his PhD. Before he withdrew, I accompanied him to a meeting in the University HR Dept during which his supervisor’s conduct was explained in detail. We were told that the supervisor was known to be a problem but we were warned that if the student made a formal complaint, the PhD supervisor would make a counter-allegation – she had told a number of her colleagues that she wanted to leave Bangor University and if possible she wanted a payout before she left. There was double trouble because this woman’s husband was also in dispute with Bangor University, having recently left his job there to join Glyndwr University.

The PhD supervisor concerned did leave, to take up a post of Chair of Nursing in Glyndwr University. She left Bangor at the same time as one of her colleagues, who was responsible for postgraduate students. When he left, a stack of letters was found in his old office – complaining about the dreadful conduct of the now Chair of Nursing at Glyndwr University. None of the very serious complaints had been dealt with.

So who was this Professorial Angel who induced breakdowns in PhD students and whom the University did not dare challenge for fear that she would make counter-allegations against the students if she was challenged?

Step forward Professor Fiona Irvine, who is now Head of Nursing at Birmingham University and a specialist in ‘end of life care’ no less. Fiona certainly ended a few academic lives when she was at Bangor. She left behind a trail of damaged students who had been reduced to jelly. Particularly one clever young Welshman whom Fiona LOATHED because he was bright and could see that academically she could not cut the mustard.

Fiona Irvine was involved in community nursing in north Wales. She will have known about the abuse of children and mental health patients.

Irvine began life as an Angel at Hammersmith Hospital in the 1980s. So she will have witnessed the malpractice and research fraud there that I did at that time. Only Irvine chose to join in the party.

 

Ruhi Behi co-authored academic articles as all aspiring Angels are now required to do. One of Ruhi’s articles appeared in the British Journal of Nursing in 1995 and was entitled ‘Ethical Issues in Research’. Obviously a colleague of Dafydd’s who worked in a region where fraud in ‘healthcare research’ was endemic would know all about this.

Ruhi’s article was coauthored by Dr Mike Nolan. Dr Mike Nolan is now Professor Mike Nolan of Sheffield University. Mike was the first Professor of Gerontological Nursing in the UK! Where did Mike gain such expertise? Er – in the Deiniol Day Hospital in Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s. I remember the Deiniol Day Hospital well – it was next door to the Menai Day Hospital for the mental health patients. Mike’s managers were the very same people whose conduct I have detailed on this blog – people who ignored patient complaints, who forged documentation, who were fiddling the finances in a major way, who lied and lied and lied both in Court and elsewhere. And who were concealing serious criminality.

The glorious legacy of Mike Nolan and those other leaders in north Wales who had so much expertise in the care of elderly people has now exploded in the form of Tawel Fan.

I knew someone who undertook a student placement in Mike’s Deiniol Day Centre. They told me that it was not quite what Mike pretended that it was…

Mike entered nursing in the 1970s. Before that he trained as teacher.

Anyone for concealing child abuse?

 

I mentioned that Fiona Irvine worked at Hammersmith and joined in the party. Someone else from Hammersmith did that as well – one of the students who was with me on the MSc in Experimental Pathology, 1986-87, at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School. There was much malpractice witnessed by the students on that course and as a result by the end of the course no-one wanted to take a job at Hammersmith/RPMS. A lot of students were very voluble about the misconduct that was prevalent. There was however one student who, when we began the course, was as critical as everyone else but at some point became very, very friendly with the course leader, Dr Malcolm Alison and Alison’s boss, Professor Sir Nick Wright (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). Other people knew this student much better than I did and denounced him as being completely unscrupulous – there were also allegations that he was needlessly cruel to research animals.

That student emerged from the course with a distinction, but more mysteriously with a place to study medicine as a mature student funded by the Royal College of Surgeons no less. Allegations flew that a very, very dirty deal had been entered into. I have no idea of what the basis of the dirty deal was alleged to have been, but it was presumed by everyone that this student had discovered wrongdoing of such enormous proportions that he had been bought off.

So who was the lucky lad? None other than Dr Cyril Rooney, who is now the senior consultant in respiratory medicine at the Mayo University Hospital in Ireland. Dr Rooney was the centre of a bit of adverse publicity a few years ago when a patient in his care died. The patient’s family kicked up a fuss and eventually there was an investigation which revealed that Dr Cyril Rooney didn’t know – or at least claimed not to know – about the actions of his junior colleague which had resulted in the patient’s death. The dead man’s family alleged that the hospital had been most reluctant to come clean about the circumstances of the patient’s death and had attempted a cover-up.

 

Now for another memory of life at St George’s Hospital Medical School, circa 1990. I was reminded of this the other day when someone observed that although medical schools have been banging on about training medical students in communication for many years now, many doctors still have great problems talking to patients.

St George’s liked to think that it was at the cutting edge of medical education and the students were given a heavy dose of the fluffy bits of medicine such as ‘communication’. Did the students respond positively to this? Not really, they thought that it was all a bit bizarre. One reason why this conclusion was drawn was that St George’s really pushed the boat out and along with communication, the students were also subjected to a module on ‘sexuality’ to broaden their horizons. It certainly did – it blew their minds. They were given talks by gay people which involved graphic descriptions of gay sex, but the students were broadly OK with that. After all, some of them were gay. What caused the excitement was The Videos. The students were shown videos of people having sex. There was one video which was the subject of intense discussion – the video of elderly people having sex with each other. The questions on every student’s lips were ‘how the hell did anyone get the elderly people to agree to be filmed doing THAT???’

But St George’s had access to some people whose lifestyles differed from the rest of us. Such as Professor Oliver Brooke, their Prof of Paediatrics, who was jailed for the possession of huge amounts of child porn just before the grumble flicks for the med students were made.

Want more Top Docs? Caaaaam on….

 

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Pets Win Prizes

Readers who follow the comments on this blog will have read the additional information that I supplied regarding Dr Alun Waddon following my post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’. Not everyone reads comments and because the information that I supplied in the comments section is crucial to this post, I’ll just repeat it and expand on it here.

In ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ I quoted from an email that I received from a former psychology student at Bangor University who told me that Alun Waddon, a senior lecturer in the School of Psychology at Bangor, offered a class of students the opportunity to view child abuse images. My correspondent was not only appalled by this incident but also noted that after Waddon died, Bangor University named a lecture theatre after the ‘inspiring lecturer’ that was Alun Waddon – the lecture theatre in which, my correspondent told me, Waddon’s generous offer was made.

Alun Waddon had worked at the Psychology Dept in Bangor since 1970. Until the late 1980s, the Psychology Dept at Bangor was firmly under the grip of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles. Professor Fergus Lowe eventually overthrew Dafydd and imposed his own equally corrupt regime. Fungus was not as mad or as stupid as Dafydd et al but he was just as toxic, so Fungus was highly successful at extracting a great deal of funding out of organisations with key figures who desperately wanted to keep the details of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the associated criminality quiet.

Alun Waddon carried out a lot of research with the North Wales Police during the years when the North Wales Police was ridden with corruption, refused to co-operate with an investigation into the abuse of children in care and then stated that an investigation had demonstrated no evidence of a paedophile ring or the use of child porn by children’s home staff. Waddon also worked with the North Wales Police throughout the years of the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry.

I stress that Alun Waddon conducted research WITH the North Wales Police – the research did not involve investigating the experiences of the general public, victims of crime or defendants regarding their interactions with the police. The research investigated the police’s view of various matters. Waddon’s research included the experiences of custody sergeants. At least some of those custody sergeants were violently assaulting people who had been arrested, indecently assaulting them and/or demanding sexual favours from them, framing people and illegally detaining them. Waddon conducted research on PACE – that was the PACE which was sometimes ignored by officers of the North Wales Police.

After many years of Waddon conducting research with the North Wales Police, the North Wales Police acquired a new Chief Constable, Richard Brunstrom, who made it one of his priorities to clean up the force. In the process Mr Brunstrom found it necessary to remove two Assistant Chief Constables, one of which was then appointed as the Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust.

The corruption in the North Wales Police was legendary.

Waddon’s research with an endemically corrupt force who concealed a paedophile gang who killed witnesses to their criminality was conducted with another academic from Bangor, Colin Baker aka Toad.

Toad began his academic career in the Psychology Dept but moved to the Education Dept. Like Alun Waddon, Toad’s time in Bangor went back a long way, back to the days when Dafydd and the paedophiles ran UCNW (Bangor University). My post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ describes how many of the teachers and teacher trainers in north Wales knew about the abuse of children. For a long while, Bangor had two institutions which trained teachers – St Mary’s, which was part of UCNW (Bangor University) and Bangor Normal College. Staff in both of these institutions knew that children were being abused – there were varying degrees of collusion on the part of different members of staff. The Normal College eventually merged with the University.

Some twelve years ago or so, there was a great deal of boasting on the part of Toad et al when he and some colleagues succeeded in extracting a huge quantity of money out of the ESRC to establish the ESRC Centre for Research on Bilingualism at Bangor University.

Toad’s area of expertise is in bilingualism and although Bangor does have expertise in bilingualism it is not what it could or should be, considering that the region is a bilingual region with many citizens speaking both Welsh and English. Furthermore Toad and his colleagues certainly missed a few opportunities to offer their expertise. There was a highly publicised case in mid-Wales in which a boy was removed from the care of one of his parents – his parents had split up – on the basis of the opinion of an ‘expert’ who maintained that the Welsh medium school that the boy was attending, by dint of it teaching him in Welsh, was profoundly damaging to the boy’s education and development. The boy was a Welsh speaker. The opinions articulated by the ‘expert’ from England would not have looked out of place in the famous Blue Books of 1847, which were written by three English speaking schools inspectors who maintained that teaching children though the medium of Welsh held them back intellectually and caused immorality. Did Toad and the Experts from Bangor mount a challenge to this nonsense? No. They remained completely silent. There wasn’t even so much as a letter to a newspaper. Then there was the denial of Welsh language rights to Welsh speakers in English prisons which caused a diplomatic incident. Not a word from any of them.

I commented on this at the time to one of my senior colleagues who observed that Toad et al were such a bunch of craven creeps that none of them would dare take on the might of the British state, no matter how much they mouthed off in Bangor.

Although Toad lapped up much of the praise for the development of the ESRC Centre, the School of Psychology were heavily involved in the bid as was the School of Linguistics. From what I could see, Professor Margaret Deuchar from Linguistics was doing much of the heavy lifting as it were, whilst Toad turned up to the wine receptions.

A former member of staff of the School of Linguistics in Bangor is Alun Waddon’s wife, Dr Michelle Aldridge-Waddon – she now works at Cardiff University.

At about the time that the funding for the ESRC Centre was announced, Margaret Deuchar acquired a new PhD student. He was the son of two recently retired mental health social workers who had spent decades working in north Wales, including at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. They knew all about the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles. They certainly didn’t like it, but they didn’t speak up.

There were of course people involved with the ESRC Centre who were not paedophiles’ friends – but the key movers and shakers were. Presiding over it all was Fungus, who had extracting dosh from people in high places who knew about the barrel of crap in north Wales down to an art.

At the time of the establishment of the ESRC Centre, I was working at Bangor and I did wonder how a group of people who weren’t quite as good as they pretended to be landed so much dosh at a time when the ESRC was being very fussy indeed as to what and who it funded. The success rate for big bids by then was very, very small and Oxbridge and Russell Group universities were very obviously being prioritised by the ESRC. When dosh went to Wales it almost always went to Cardiff University. But Toad was the lucky winner. I presumed that Toad et al must have had hidden depths that I was unaware of.

Indeed they did. They all had the shit on the Westminster Paedophile Ring of the 1970s, 80s and 90s as well as on the associated cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry. They also knew that Blair was continuing to keep the lid on it and Fungus at least will have had the wit to know that Blair had dished out scores of Ministerial posts and peerages to folk who were keeping schtum. Like me, Fungus will have identified all of them and will have known exactly which roles they occupied in Blair’s administrations. He’ll have known that Cherie was mates with the ‘radical lawyers’ in London who concealed it all whilst it was happening as well.

Fungus was not a pretty straight sort of guy in the least and he’ll have known exactly what someone else who pretended that he was a pretty straight kind of guy had been up to.

The dosh for the ESRC Centre was confirmed around 2006-07. Bids that big take a few years to prepare so I imagine that Fungus and Toad started negotiations in about 2004. There will have been several ’rounds’ that they had to get through before they made it through to the jackpot. A bid that big will have had to be endorsed at the highest levels of the ESRC.

 

So who was responsible for giving a bunch of paedophiles’ friends so much money on the basis of years of not particularly earth-shattering research conducted with their associates in the paedophile gang? Step forward Sir Ian Diamond, who was Chief Exec of the ESRC whilst Fungus and Toad did the negotiating.

The Diamond Geezer is an economist and a statistician who studied at the LSE and St Andrews. He spent much of his career at Southampton University. He was appointed a lecturer  at Southampton in 1980, became a senior lecturer, then a Professor and was appointed Deputy Vice-Chancellor in 2001.

Southampton University contained a nexus of Top Doctors who were central to the concealing of the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – leading lights included Sir Donald Acheson (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’).

The Diamond Geezer’s work ‘has crossed many disciplinary boundaries, most notably working in the area of population but also in health, both in the developed and less developed world, in environmental noise and with local authorities’.

If the Diamond Geezer has crunched numbers in health research, he’ll know just what a sorry state the NHS is in and what a lot of lies have been told by the Top Doctors about ‘excellence’. He’ll have noticed the mortality rates and suicide statistics for north Wales as well.

Diamond Chaired the Executive Group of Research Councils UK, the body representing all seven UK Research Councils, 2004-09, as well as the ESRC.

Ian Diamond was Vice-Chancellor of the University of Aberdeen, 2010-17.

Sir Ian is or was Chair of Lloyds Banking Group Foundation for England and Wales. He is or was Chair of British Universities and Colleges Sport, Chair (Ex Officio) of the Mitchell Hospital Trust, Deputy Chair of UCAS and Interim Deputy Chair of the Dept for International Development Research Advisory Group, 2017.

Diamond is also Trustee of the Iona Cathedral Trust and the Population Investigation Committee.

Diamond was knighted in 2013.

 

Another pet won a prize two years after David Cameron gave Diamond his K – Alun Waddon’s son, Luke! Here’s Luke picking up his award from Samantha Cameron for being ‘inspirational’ in the way that he dealt with his father’s death years previously:

Luke

 

Sir Ian Diamond was appointed a Deputy Lieutenant of Aberdeen in 2013.

In 2016 Diamond he led a review of University finance in Wales which was commissioned by the Welsh Assembly Government, which recommended that grants towards tuition fees should be replaced with support for living costs instead. 

 

Sir Ian’s accomplice at the ESRC when he handed over all that dosh to the paedophiles’ friends was Chair of the ESRC, Dame Frances Cairncross.

Frances Cairncross was the economics correspondent of The Guardian, 1973-81 and women’s page editor from 1981-84. Before working on The Guardian, Frances worked at The Times, 1967-69, The Banker, 1969 and The Observer, 1970-73. She was on the staff of The Economist, 1984-04, being managing editor, 1999-04.

Cairncross was President of the British Science Association, 2005–06.

Cairncross was Rector of Exeter College, Oxford, 2004-14. She was a non-executive director of Stramongate Ltd from 2005-11 and a presenter of Radio 4’s Analysis programme.

In 2004-05, Cairncross was High Sheriff of Greater London. 

In 2015, Cairncross was appointed Chair of the Court of Heriot-Watt University.

Cairncross Chairs the Executive Committee of the Institute for Fiscal Studies. She is a Senior Fellow at the School of Public Policy, University of California, Los Angeles.

 

Cairncross’s brother Sandy Cairncross is an epidemiologist at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine. He has been involved with the institution since 1977. So Sandy was there when they unlawfully withdrew their offer of my place on an MSc there in 1986, just a few weeks after the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood found out that I had the offer.

Sandy’s career has been spent in research and teaching and in developing countries, implementing water, sanitation and public health programmes. His experience includes building water supplies in Lesotho and seven years as a water and sanitation engineer for the Government of Mozambique.

Sandy is Research Director of the DFID-funded SHARE Research Consortium, whose aim is applied research with partners WaterAid, Shack Dwellers International, the International Institute for Environment and Development and the International Centre for Diarrhoeal Disease Research, Bangladesh.

Sandy Cairncross is also Deputy Director of the African SNOWS Consortium, to build research capacity of six African universities in water, sanitation and environmental health.

Until 2015, Sandy served as Chair of Teaching aids at Low Cost (TALC), an international NGO. He is also Chair of Africa AHEAD.

There is a Centre for Arid Zone Studies at Bangor University which was established when the paedophiles’ friends controlled the whole institution. Sandy will know them, because when CAZS was first set up there weren’t many people involved with such work and Bangor was a leader in the field.

 

Dame Frances Cairncross’s uncle was John Cairncross, the MI6 officer who was a Soviet double agent. Cairncross worked initially in the Cabinet Office as a Private Secretary to Lord Hankey, the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster. Later he transferred to the Foreign Office.

Between 1941-45 John Cairncross supplied the Soviets with 5,832 documents, according to Russian archives. He joined MI6 in 1944 and worked under Kim Philby. Yuri Modin, the Russian MGB (later KGB) control in London, claimed that Cairncross gave him details of nuclear arms to be stationed with NATO in West Germany. 

Cairncross admitted to spying in 1951 after MI5 found papers in Guy Burgess’s flat with a handwritten note from him, after Burgess’s flight to Moscow. Cairncross was never prosecuted which later led to charges that the Government engaged in a conspiracy to cover up his role. Indeed, the identity of the infamous ‘fifth man’ in the Cambridge Five remained a mystery outside intelligence circles until 1990, when KGB defector Oleg Gordievsky confirmed that it was Cairncross. Although Cairncross knew Anthony Blunt at Cambridge and Guy Burgess in the Foreign Office, he claimed not to have been aware that they or any of the other Cambridge spies were also passing secrets to the Russians.

I continue to be impressed at the connections of Dafydd and the paedophiles…

 

 

I will be on holday for a few days from Saturday but when I return I will be blogging about Ronnie Waterhouse’s extensive network of very influential friends and relatives. Ronnie only hung out with the best. His friends and neighbours were Cabinet Ministers, newspaper barons, leading lights in the arts and of course High Court judges and law lords. Ronnie spent a great deal of time in the Garrick, in the Savoy or in the finest hotels and restaurants in France and Italy. Many of Ronnie’s friends and relatives are now dead, but because so many of them were directly involved with concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles, they are still worth blogging about.

Ronnie’s children however are of course very much with us and as with the offspring of other paedophiles’ friends, Ronnie went to great lengths to give them the best start in life. From Ronnie’s own account in his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’ his children benefited greatly from Ronnie’s many friendships with folk in high places.

 

So let me introduce Thomas, Sophie and Laura, Ronnie’s three children who grew up during the 1970s when Ronnie lived in north London and his neighbours included David Astor, the owner and editor of The Observer (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’); John Platts-Mills, the former Labour MP and barrister who defended the Great Train Robbers and the Kray Twins; Leo Abse, the bent lawyer and south Wales Labour MP who concealed George Thomas’s sexual offences against children for decades and who was also investigated for historical sexual offences against children himself (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’); Paul and Linda McCartney; Mark and Arabella Lennox-Boyd (Mark Lennox-Boyd was PPS to Thatcher). Ronnie and his family didn’t just have dinner with this lot and others like them, he holidayed with them as well.

 

Ronnie’s son Thomas Waterhouse was born in the Lindo Wing at St Mary’s Hospital, Paddington. The Lindo Wing has been the favourite birth place for Royal babies for the last few decades. Thomas went to Milbrook House School where he shared a dorm with Viscount Linley, Princess Margaret’s son. One of the schools which Viscount Linley attended has recently been at the centre of a serious sexual abuse scandal after a number of old boys came forward with terrible accounts, but I don’t know whether that was Milbrook House or another school.

After Milbrook House, Thomas went to Uppingham School. There were major traumas for the Waterhouse family when Thomas caught measles when he was in the sixth form. Ronnie explained that it was ‘very worrying and disappointing for all of us’ as Thomas ‘had to spend some time in a darkened room’. Ronnie enlarges: ‘quite apart from the damage to his academic prospects, he had been looking forward to opening the batting for the Uppingham first XI and that was no longer a practical possibility’.

Now I’m sure that catching measles wasn’t particularly nice for Thomas and no doubt he was miffed that he couldn’t open the batting for the Uppingham first XI. But I’ll remind everyone that in 1997 Ronnie Waterhouse heard first hand accounts from the former residents of children’s homes in north Wales who had been beaten, starved, forced to labour in local businesses for no wages, buggered and gang raped. Ronnie agreed that one girl of 14 who had become pregnant was ‘very disturbed’ and thus dismissed her claim that it was a social worker who had made her pregnant when he raped her. Another girl pissed Ronnie off and was dismissed as a very bad witness because she kept crying whilst she gave evidence regarding the multiple sexual assaults that she had experienced. Ronnie’s Public Inquiry employed scores of lawyers and barristers who aggressively cross-examined such witnesses and called them liars. Ronnie guaranteed immunity from prosecution for everyone who had staffed and managed those children’s homes who condescended to give evidence at the Inquiry and furthermore Ronnie and the other members of his panel were also guaranteed immunity from prosecution. Ronnie was a personal friend of some of the people who had run the ‘services’ which facilitated the paedophile gang and who had ignored complaints about abuse in the homes under investigation.

Whilst this was going on, I was prosecuted on the basis of the perjury of Bridget Lloyd (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), an Angel who was a colleague of the paedophile gang whose members had been granted immunity from prosecution if they appeared at Ronnie’s Inquiry.

How are you getting on Dr DGE Wood? Happy memories of a vile old pervert called Gwynne Williams have suddenly come flooding back to me! A vile old pervert who I think knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse…

 

Fortunately for Thomas Waterhouse, although he missed opening the batting for the Uppingham first XI and his A levels were ‘disappointing’, all was not lost. Davies’s College in London ‘prepared’ Thomas for his resits – all those years of expensive schooling having obviously not done the trick – and Thomas then went to Aberystwyth University to study law and politics. Ronnie was mates with numerous Aber law graduates who had become judges and politicians and he also knew a number of people involved in managing and governing that institution.

Thomas graduated in 1984.

1984 was the year that I graduated as well – and the year that I encountered Gwynne Williams and the year that Brown and I were threatened by Dr DGE Wood after we complained about Williams!

 

After graduation, there was more disappointment for poor old Thomas. No he wasn’t propositioned by a Top Doctor who was running a paedophile ring and then threatened and harassed by that Top Docs mates for the next few decades, but Thomas was rejected for an Army Commission. Sir Ronnie and his wife were furious!

It was OK though, dad came to the rescue. Ronnie’s book tells us that ‘through the good offices of my ex-Singaporean friend Graham Starforth Hill’ Thomas landed a job with American Express Bank in 1985.

No washing-up dishes in the British Hotel in Bangor at a rate of 50p/hour or gutting the fish because his violent social worker has ordered him to for Thomas.

Graham Starforth Hill died in 2017. In 1993, Judge Ian Starforth Hill described the eight year old victim of an attempted rape as ‘not entirely an angel herself’ and gave her attacker two years probation.

It was onward and upward for Thomas after that boost to his career by Graham Starforth Hill. In 1992, Thomas married a Danish girl and later joined Sumitomo Bank – which later became the Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation Europe Ltd. Ronnie’s book tells us that Thomas was Head of the Project Finance Team, then Head of Energy and Natural Resources, then Joint General Manager.

Thomas Waterhouse’s Linked In profile provides the following information regarding his career:

1985-87: Special Transactions Group, American Express Bank Ltd, London Branch
1987-88: Global Management Training Programme, American Express Bank Ltd., New York
1988-1992: Director, Global Aerospace Group, American Express Bank Ltd, London
1992-1993: Special Assignment, loan recoveries in UK property sector, American Express Bank Ltd.

1993-96: International Finance Group, The Sumitomo Bank Ltd, London Branch.

1996-99: International Finance Dept Asia, The Sumitomo Bank Ltd, Hong Kong Branch.

2000-15: Structured Finance Dept Europe, Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation Europe Ltd, London.

May 2015: International Banking Dept/Structured Finance Dept, Sumitomo Mitsui Banking Corporation, Dubai Branch.

Yma O Hyd!

 

Thomas was posted to Hong Kong in Oct 1996 and returned to Kent in Feb 1999. So Thomas jetted off to Hong Kong at the very time that his father opened the Inquiry into the rape and abuse of children which over decades was facilitated and ignored by people known to the Waterhouse family and he returned after the victims had given evidence and had their characters trashed in public.

Thomas was quite a wag according to Ronnie. On one occasion, Thomas hired a Rolls Royce and turned up in it to meet his old dad! How Ronnie laughed when he realised that Thomas was playing a joke on him – Ronnie explained that Thomas’s own car was just a Bentley.

Thomas should have tried travelling on the buses in north Wales – Crosville, Arriva and D&G Motors. I went on them for years. It’s how I met so many of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

‘We didn’t know. There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales.’

Well no-one was going to find out whether there was by dining at the Savoy or working as a banker in Hong Kong were they.

 

Thomas’s sister Sophie was born in 1966. Ronnie makes a big deal of Sophie having been taught by Heather Brigstocke when Brigstocke was Headmistress of Frances Holland School.

Baroness Heather Brigstocke was a Conservative peer. She went to Girton College, Cambridge and when young hung out with Norman St John Stevas. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School I was told by a researcher who frequented the London gay scene that Norman St John Stevas was holding ‘spanking parties with little boys’, that this was widely known and that ‘no-one knows how he’s getting away with it’. Er, could Norman’s friendship with the Queen Mum – Gawd Bless ‘Er – have been anything to do with the lack of press reports? The Queen Mum who’s loyal servant Backstairs Billy died of an HIV related condition (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). That’s the Queen Mum whose grandson was mates with Jimmy Savile and who called upon Savile’s abilities as a marriage guidance counsellor.

 

After leaving Frances Holland School, Heather Brigstocke was High Mistress of St Paul’s Girls’ School. Heather was married to the civil servant and diplomat Geoffrey Brigstocke. She was Founding Chairman of Home Start International, a Governor of Imperial College, London and Chairman of the English Speaking Union. Brigstocke was also Chairman of Landau Forte College in Derby and an honorary bencher of the Inner Temple.

During her time at St Paul’s, Heather Brigstocke served on numerous outside boards and committees. She was a member of the Council of the Middlesex Hospital Medical School – Gwynne Williams’s alma mater – was on the national committee of the Automobile Association and served on the councils of the City University, the Royal Society of Arts and of St George’s College, Windsor.

In addition Brigstocke was President of the Bishop Creighton House Settlement, Fulham, a Governor of the Museum of London, a non-executive Director of LWT, a Trustee of the National Gallery and a Governor of Wellington College and the Royal Ballet School. She served as President of the Girls’ School Association in 1980-81.

After retiring from St Paul’s in 1989, Brigstocke acquired a new range of appointments, serving on the Museums and Galleries Commission, the Health Education Authority and the Modern Foreign Languages Working Group. She also served on the Boards of The Times, Great Universal Stores and Burberry’s.

After Heather Brigstocke’s first husband was killed in an air accident, she married law lord Lord Hugh Griffiths. She had previously known Griffiths wife Evelyn because Evelyn had been Chair of the Governors at St Paul’s Girls’ School.

In the 1960s Brigtocke’s first husband was posted to Washington DC and she taught in the White House nursery, one of her charges being the child of Jackie Kennedy.

Brigstocke’s obituaries all contain curious mentions of how ‘difficult’ she was, of how many people – the including parents of her pupils – didn’t like her, but how she also had an ability to extract large amounts of cash out of parents and had celebrity parents, including David Dimbleby and Cleo Laine, jumping when she told them to.

So why was this monstrous old bag able to order them all around?

Heather Brigstocke was killed along with her assistant Rosemary Magid in Athens in April 2004. They were hit by a speeding driver.

One of Heather Brigstocke’s children is the comedian Marcus Brigstocke. Marcus is impeccably politically correct and won’t hear a word against the NHS. Marcus Brigstocke was one of the comedians who performed at The Giddy Goat fundraiser for St David’s Hospice in 2012 (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). The Chief Exec of St David’s Hospice at the time was Alun Davies, the perjurer and former manager of the Hergest Unit. The Giddy Goat event occurred just after Operational Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and after demands that the Waterhouse Inquiry should be reviewed in the wake of allegations that it was a huge cover-up.

Marcus – Alun Davies was one of those concealing a paedophile gang who murdered their victims you big numpty.

 

In 1984 Sophie Waterhouse gained entry t her father’s old Cambridge College, St John’s. Sophie certainly get to mix with the best. I have mentioned in previous posts that Ronnie and his wife were good mates of Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe. Ronnie made friends with Geoffrey Howe at Cambridge, they both worked on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and they remained lifelong friends. They were always dining at each others houses and spending weekends and holidays together – Ronnie did a great deal of socialising and holidaying for a man with such onerous responsibilities – including during the years when Howe was helping Thatcher wreck the nation. When Howe reached the dizzy heights of Foreign Secretary, Ronnie and his wife used to crash at Chevening, the official residence which Thatch had given Howe the use of. On one such occasion, Sophie ‘deputised’ for Ronnie’s wife. It’s certainly an interesting way to describe taking your daughter along for a freebie at the Foreign Secretary’s place.

In his book Ronnie commented sniffily that when Thatcher ‘foolishly’ demoted Howe from Foreign Secretary to mere Deputy PM, Howe lost the use of Chevening and they all had to slum it at Dorneywood, which wasn’t half so good.

Mark Humphrys was a former kid in care from north Wales who was found dead after giving evidence in court that former North Wales Police Superintendent Gordon Anglesea had molested him. Mark was found hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.

At least Thatch died in the Ritz. I don’t know where Ronnie and Geoffrey Howe died, but I do know that it wasn’t in the stairwell of some flats in Wrexham.

 

In 1988, Sophie’s natural talents won her a place at the National Film and TV School at Beaconsfield. The Director of that establishment is (or was) Lord David Puttnam, a Labour peer and Blair’s mate. When Sophie gained entry to the National Film and TV School, two of my friends had just finished postgrad courses in film and media. They used to talk about the National Film and TV School as being somewhere that one could only bag a place if one handed over a great deal of money, but if you did you were made because of the connections that you were guaranteed to make there.

Ronnie explained in his book that the multi-talented Sophie later decided that a film producer’s life was not for her. Instead Sophie moved to Rhodes and became a novelist. After yet another change of heart, Sophie ended up in San Francisco and then moved to Los Angeles in 2001, where she ‘found work with’ film producer Lou Pitt, who was located in Beverley Hills. In 2005 Sophie ended up as Vice-President of the Pitt Group! Which pit would that be then Sophie? The same fucking pit that your father and his mates lived in, the cess-pit perhaps?

 

Ronnie’s other daughter Laura went to the same school as Dame Judi Dench’s children! The Dame Judi who is Patron of the St James’s Singers, among whose members are Professor Robert Bluglass – who concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) – and his wife Kerry Bluglass, who is also a Top Doctor. Ronnie mentions that Laura went to Malvern College, although I don’t know if that was the school which also hosted Dame Judi’s offspring.

 

There was a student at UCNW when I was a student there who went to Malvern College. I didn’t know this girl, but the staff at the Student Health Centre who were facilitating the trafficking ring were acutely aware of her presence because they mentioned her to me. DGE Wood would have known damn well not to refer her to Gwynne Williams or there would have been trouble.

 

After Malvern College, Laura went to SOAS. I always thought that SOAS was heaving with radical students, but one of my friend’s daughters went to SOAS and she told me that there was in reality a great many very privileged students there who were just playing at being radical.

 

Ronnie tells us in his book that he doesn’t like weddings, but he certainly managed to attend a great many of them, usually of course weddings with receptions at the Savoy or the Ritz. Whilst at weddings, Ronnie inevitably ended up meeting the rich and famous. He even came across Vanessa Redgrave at his niece’s wedding. Ronnie’s niece Eliza Thompson was a friend of Vanessa’s daughter Natasha Richardson. Natasha died in a ski-ing accident in 2009. I’m glad that I never met Ronnie Waterhouse, there seems to be a frighteningly high mortality rate among people who bump into him. Meeting Ronnie Waterhouse is even more dangerous than complaining about Gwynne Williams and taking the piss out of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

 

Ronnie did of course attend Laura’s wedding to Andrew Shakeshaft. Googling the name Andrew Shakeshaft throws up a number of people all with equally incriminating jobs, such as lawyers, NHS staff etc. I have no idea which Andrew Shakeshaft Laura married. However, at the end of Ronnie’s book he mentions that Laura and her husband established an Ayurveda practice. Laura and Andrew still seem to be doing that – adverts can be found online for Laura and Andrew. They practice therapies that even I haven’t heard of – Laura is an Amnanda Therapist and the following spiel about her can be found online:

‘I have over 15 years experience as a massage therapist and Ayurvedic practitioner, helping people improve their health and well-being through bodywork, herbal supplements and nutrition.
I also work with horses and am a practitioner of Masterson Method – a combination of massage, myofascial release and movement.
Amnanda therapy is a deeply healing and transformative process and accompanying both people and animals through the process is very rewarding and a privilege.
People and animals are both affected by the negative impact of stress on their physical and emotional health. When we live with our animals and form deep bonds we also become sensitive to each others emotions. Working with people and their horses or dogs I’ve found that whether it’s the animal or human that receives Amnanda there is a positive impact on the relationship. As old patterns of behaviour are released the partnership enjoys better communication and understanding. To go through the process together has an even more profound effect, deepening the bond of trust and opening the doors to a greatly enhanced relationship.’

 

I would not be surprised in the least if Laura and Andrew are laying their healing hands upon – and applying their Ayurvedic methods to – those who have suffered the trauma of sexual abuse…

How about establishing a clinic in north Wales then Laura? There’s a great many traumatised people up there and they can’t even access NHS care…

 

 

Now I’ll mention a few more who could have made an appearance at Ronnie’s Inquiry but didn’t.

There was a midwife who lived in Llandegfan on Anglesey in the mid 1980s who worked at the St David’s Laundry (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) and knew all about the wrongdoing there. This lady also knew of a girl who lived in the village who had been completely abandoned by her parents and was coping as best as she could by living with her gran in much reduced circumstances on Anglesey. The girl in question was bright and was actually coping well – she was also very generous of spirit and befriended two other girls from Llandegfan who were isolated bullied by the other kids and indeed teachers at Ysgol David Hughes in Menai Bridge. At least one of those girls was being abused by a group of men on Anglesey. The midwife knew this, she discussed it in front of me. Not in terms of ‘what should be done to help those kids’ – she simply mentioned that one had to be ‘strong to survive’. Not their her own daughter was particularly strong – she was a nice girl, but not particularly academic and was wrapped in cotton wool by her mum and dad. What did she do when she left David Hughes? She became a nurse of course, like her mum.

Ooh its a shame isn’t it. The kids in the children’s homes were beaten, buggered and raped. Oh well just not strong enough to survive, that was their problem…Not that any of us super strong adults will be giving evidence ourselves, Christ we don’t want to be found dead like those kids who complained were…

It’s called Being Really Feeble Tesni’s mum – and the rest of you…

 

Another person who could provide a statement is Mrs Barnes. Mrs Barnes – she did have a first name, it was Gwyneth, but she preferred to be known as Mrs – worked as a cleaner in the Hergest Unit. I know that Mrs Barnes witnessed the neglect and abuse of the patients there because when I was doing my PhD, I made friends with the lady who cleaned my office who also used to be a cleaner at the Hergest Unit and she discussed the shocking mistreatment of patients at the Hergest and told me that all the cleaners there were horrified at what was going on. Mrs Barnes achieved fame as a result of her letters to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail in which she grumbled about the alleged delinquency of Bangor University students. Mrs Barnes maintained that the students were urinating in her garden, chucking broken bottles over the hedge, brawling and all sorts. I’m not quite sure where Mrs Barnes found these students from, they certainly weren’t like any of the students that I ever came across, but I suppose that she might have met some dreadful ones.

Mrs Barnes and her husband fitted cameras on posts in their garden with the intention of filming the wrongdoing and threatened to sue Bangor University. One very angry letter of theirs to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail stated that they would name Prof Fergus Lowe in their court action. Mrs Barnes: Fungus was universally loathed and you’d have been the most popular woman in Bangor if you had sued him. The irony is that Fungus’s entire power base was built upon his knowledge of the scores of people who were concealing the sex trafficking ring that those Top Doctors who’s crimes you were also keeping quiet about were facilitating. It wasn’t the students who were the problem, it was the people running Ysbyty Gwynedd whom you worked for and that you refused to challenge…

 

Here’s another story of Everyday Service User Folk. In about 1993 I was having a cup of coffee in Gerrard’s bakery and tea shop in Bangor when a man whom I had not encountered before started a conversation with me. I’m not one of these people who refuses to talk to what Jasper Carrot called The Nutter On The Bus, so I didn’t run away. I did hear something pretty horrendous though. The man explained that he had joined a church in Bangor in an attempt to gain forgiveness after his wife had killed herself. He was very desperate to gain forgiveness and told me that it was his fault that his wife had killed herself. As the conversation continued, he revealed that they had both been mental health patients and that he had been ferociously violent to his wife throughout their marriage. She had suffered from serious depression and one day after a particularly dreadful fight he had walked out and returned to the house later to find that she had hung herself. Wracked with horror and guilt, he went to find his psychiatrist, who told him that he shouldn’t feel guilty, there really was nothing that anyone could have done to help her. That psychiatrist was Tony Francis (Dr X).

Whilst I was chatting to this man, a hippy from Bethesda saw me. He later told me that he knew the man from the old days – he was a long term drug user, he was known to be violent and the other hippies all ended up avoiding him because he was ‘bad news’.

Nothing that anyone could do, tch tch. Left living with a violent drug abusing man whilst seriously ill. The problem with the mentally ill is they just won’t take responsibility…

 

Some years ago a patient at the Ablett Unit, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, was murdered by a patient whom she met whilst in the Ablett Unit and subsequently set up home with. The staff knew that he had a history of violence towards his female partners but didn’t tell her.

 

Whilst we’re on the subject of men known to be abusive to female partners who are supported in this by the NHS, I’ll mention John Clark, former drunken wife-beating scumbag of Bethesda. John Clark was married to a hippy girl called Cath Milton. The whole of Bethesda knew that Clark was a violent drunk and Cath frequently sought shelter with friends and neighbours when she was too frightened to go home. Cath began to suffer from serious abdominal pains and consulted Bethesda surgery. This went on for months, whilst all GPs at Bethesda surgery assured Cath that she had indigestion. It transpired that she didn’t – Cath was terminally ill and died a few months later at the age of 38 years. Whilst she was dying John Clark sent her out to do the shopping and of course to buy his cider. For the last two weeks of her life, Cath was in Ysbyty Gwynedd. John Clark prevented anyone from visiting her, even those people whom Cath wanted to see. Ysbyty Gwynedd knew exactly what the score was and said nothing.

Imagine everyone’s surprise when within months of Cath’s death, after John Clark had sold their house and allegedly ‘gone back to Ireland’, he reappeared in Bethesda with a vulnerable young woman in tow, with whom he subsequently had a baby. John Clark was then offered a North Wales Housing Association house on the basis of, it was alleged, another corrupt deal of the sort detailed in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ As far as John Clark and Cath were concerned, it was another case of I Know Cos I Was There. Furthermore I know that John Clark and Cath knew about the framing and stuffing over of patient F as described in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’. John Clark and Cath knew about a great deal more as well, including the rampant corruption of the North Wales Police, the shenanigans of he who was keen on school girls Ed Ingram, as detailed in my post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ and the collusion of Bethesda surgery with all this.

No-one could have bought Cath off because she was honest. No wonder her terminal illness ‘wasn’t diagnosed’ and it was old Clark who gained material advantage.

 

I witnessed one of the Bethesda GPs, Dr Paul Nickson, get very angry with one of Cath’s former neighbours and friends after her death when this person said that he’d ‘lost Cath to stomach cancer’. Nickson snapped ‘it wasn’t stomach cancer’. So what was it then Dr Nickson, because no-one in Bethesda ever found out and Cath didn’t die of indigestion no matter what you and your colleagues said.

In my post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ I mentioned that Dame Judi Dench and Dr Paul Nickson were Quakers and that some years ago Dafydd had begun cosying up to the Quakers at the same time as a victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles became a target of a GP who was a Quaker in Cumbria. I presumed that these were unrelated facts, but last night I received an e mail telling me that Owain Gethin Evans, the former Assistant Director of Social Services for Gwynedd County Council, was a prominent Quaker in north west Wales. Gethin Evans was responsible for the management of the children’s homes in Gwynedd for years whilst the paedophile gang operated within them (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Gethin was one of Nefyn Dodd’s henchmen, Nefyn Dodd being the appallingly brutal manager of the Ty’r Felin children’s homes in Bangor, where children were trafficked to Dolphin Square as well as to other locations. I have been told that after the whistleblower Alison Taylor was suspended, Gethin and Lucille Hughes (Gwynedd’s Director of Social Services and Dafydd’s mistress) toured Gwynedd and warned all staff that anyone caught communicating with Alison would be dismissed.

I have been told that Gethin lived at Clynnog Fawr on the Llyn Peninsula. I didn’t realise that but it might explain a few things. I lived in Clynnog Fawr for a while and within two weeks of me moving in someone was spreading poison about me. I presumed that it was someone from the mental health services but at the time I didn’t know anyone in Clynnog apart from my mates whom I was living with, so I wondered who it was. I didn’t know about Gethin’s presence in the village. It might also explain why after the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced, Tony Francis was given ‘new responsibilities’ as the psychiatrist for the Llyn and purchased himself a second home at Trefor, a village down the road from Clynnog Fawr. Francis had only just bought a grand new house on Anglesey and after about a year he had a hissy fit, withdrew from his responsibilities on the Llyn and flogged his house at Trefor.

So Gethin, did you and your temporary neighbour manage to organise whatever was needed during that year when old Ronnie was taking evidence from the former kids in care whom you and your neighbour both knew were being battered, raped and occasionally killed?

 

 

Someone else who might like to give a statement about Dafydd and his NHS colleagues is Dr Alex Plows, former environmental activist and latterly a sociologist of dubious competence. As a young woman Alex lived in a bender in Dafydd’s garden and described Dafydd as being a ‘really good laugh’. Yes, these things really did happen. When Alex decided to metamorphose into a sociologist, her remit for conducting health and social care research with Ysbyty Gwynedd did not prevent her from posting up a photo of herself on Facebook whilst at a party with a plateful of shrooms. Who knows, perhaps Alex discussed the quality of those shrooms with the Rev Wynne Roberts, the Elvis-impersonating, parishioner-shagging hospital chaplain at the Betsi (see post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’) whom Alex interviewed in his role as Service Users Champion.

Another member of the Service Users Committee at the Betsi who was interviewed by Alex was Ann Perkins. Ann Perkins is married to John Perkins, the hopelessly incompetent former Academic Registrar of Bangor University. John and Ann are internationalists, so much so that John Perkins used to undertake much-publicised visits to Afghanistan where – claimed John – he drank green tea with war lords in order to persuade them to develop education facilities for girls and wimmin. Which left those of us in Bangor rolling around laughing, because John Perkins couldn’t even facilitate education for wimmin in Wales.

John Perkins might be able to give us a clue regarding the destruction of the career and indeed life of one woman in particular though – Mary Wynch. When Mary was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’), Mary worked as a secretary in the Agriculture Dept at UCNW, which was presided over by the toxic and incompetent Prof J.B. Owen, member of the cylch. J.B. Owen was a sheep farmer on Anglesey whose family had handed over the dosh which had founded the Agriculture Dept many moons before. Before J.B. Owen returned to the family seat to carry out vendettas against people who had crossed the path of the paedophile gang, he had been a geneticist at Aberdeen University….

One member of staff in the Agriculture Dept in the 1980s was the agricultural economist Richard Howarth. Howarth was an advisor to Thatcher. How ever someone who worked with that bunch of clowns ended up advising Thatch I’d be most interested to know. Particularly because so many of Howarth’s colleagues were facilitating the paedophile ring which was supplying Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison with under-aged boys.

What has this all got to do with Dr John Perkins? Probably quite a lot. John Perkins started his career in the Agriculture Dept. He will know why it was that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed Mary Wynch. So what did Mary find out about then Perkins?

 

 

News highlights from the past couple of days include the results of the inquest on Gordon Anglesea, who died in prison in 2016, after being convicted of historic sexual offences against boys in care in north Wales. In 2004 Anglesea won nearly £400,000 libel damages after ‘Private Eye’ and others named him as having molested boys in care in north Wales (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). It has been stated that Anglesea died of organ failure, which doesn’t actually tell us very much.

 

Previous posts have mentioned that after the Jillings Report was submitted in 1996, days later a local authority re-organisation resulted in the disappearance of Clwyd County Council, which managed the children’s homes under investigation by Jillings’s team. I previously observed that therefore there was nobody to sue, should any of the surviving former kids in care try to do so.

The local authority reorganisation was a result of a previous recommendation by the Boundary Commission. One of Ronnie Waterhouse’s many roles was that of a boundary commissioner.

I have however received an e mail informing me that Flintshire Council was the succeeding authority after Clwyd County Council was dissolved and Flintshire assumed legal responsibilities from Clwyd and could indeed be sued. Whilst I accept that, Charlie Falconer and Vera Baird subsequently made changes to legal aid which would now make that a near impossibility. At the time, Charlie Falconer’s legal aid changes nearly put the two lawyers in north Wales who were representing kids in care and mental health patients out of business. Charlie Falconer did this in his capacity as Lord Chancellor – or it might have been whilst he was Secretary of State for Justice –  in Blair’s Gov’t. It was of course Cherie and Blair’s friend and colleague Michael Beloff QC who ensured that no-one at all except Clwyd County Council’s lawyers and insurers ever saw the full contents of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Charlie Falconer is Blair’s former flatmate.

Blair gave a peerage to Patricia Scotland QC whilst she represented the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry and grilled all those victims of serious crime. Then when Gordon became PM, he made her Attorney General!

 

There has been much media coverage of the NHS IT cock-up which led to many thousands of mistakes in the breast cancer screening programme in England and the deaths of hundreds of women. Jeremy Hunt and others ‘cannot understand’ why it has taken eight years for the mistake to be revealed. The NHS concealing catastrophic errors? Well blow me down with a feather. The oncologist Karol Sikora has written a piece for the Mail Online in which he asked why ‘alarm bells’ were not heard sooner. Karole Sikora worked with the crooks  and fraudsters at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School for many years, including during 1987-88, when I was doing an MSc there. If I and other postgrads knew about some of the wrongdoing that was going on there (see posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘I Don’t Believe It!’), I’m sure that Karol Sikora did. He did not ring any alarm bells.

 

 

Lastly, the event that the relatives of those patients abused and neglected in the Tawel Fan Scandal at the Ablett Unit, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, have waited so long for. Today saw the publication of the ‘independent’ HASCAS (Health and Social Care Advisory Service) investigation into the scandal. HASCAS has concluded that there was no ‘institutional abuse’ at Tawel Fan and that there are conflicting opinions regarding the ‘care’ of patients.

In a press briefing on the findings, HASCAS report author Dr Androulla Johnstone said family accounts of their relatives’ treatment on the ward had ‘differed greatly’.

‘For example, some families stated that in their view Tawel Fan ward was an abusive environment where their loved ones were mistreated, neglected and came to harm,’ Johnstone said. ‘Other families offered the view that the care and treatment their loved ones received was of a very good standard with staff showing kindness and compassion throughout their relative’s entire episode of care.’

An undercover recording of life on Tawel Fan Ward showed patients crawling around naked on floors covered in urine and faeces, Angels swearing at patients and one man with an untreated fractured arm. The recording was made by a nurse whose previous concerns had been ignored. That nurse has now been sacked and struck off for ‘having sex with a patient’. What received rather less publicity was the fact that the patient with whom she had sex with was her own husband. She did not have sex with him in public or in the hospital or during work hours. Neither was he her patient, he was someone else’s patient. No, she didn’t even meet him through her work either.

Johnstone also stated that ‘divisive public comment, active campaigning and social media reporting have created an environment of negativity and retribution before the full facts could be made know. This is regrettable.’

 

Androulla, as someone who writes a blog of ‘negativity’ re the NHS and Betsi Board, I will remind you that I am living in hiding because people tried to kill me after I dared complain about the paedophiles’ friends who run the mental health services and the wider NHS in north Wales. No wonder so many of us are ‘negative’. What is ‘regrettable’ is that for decades now, vulnerable people in the care of the health and social services in north Wales – and elsewhere – have been brutalised to such an extend that it has sometimes killed them and yet every ‘independent investigation’ into yet another scandal somehow does not find convincing evidence that people are being abused. Somehow, someone somewhere always manages to say that they experienced loving kindness from the Angels of a sort that they never believed was possible. Presumably whilst someone held a shotgun to their head as they signed the statement that had been drafted for them.

 

As usual the only politician who has once more roundly condemned the Betsi Board is the Tory AM Darren Millar. Darren has stated that the HASCAS report is a whitewash. Save your breath Darren, the NHS really is not listening. Elderly patients filmed crawling around naked with broken bones whilst covered in shit as Angels swear at them? No worries. As Dr Dafydd Alun Jones would reassure us, when they say no they mean yes. And it really should be remembered that eight year old girls who are the victims of attempted rapes are ‘no angels’ themselves.

These people are completely mad.

I notice that Androulla – or perhaps that should be Cruella – has admitted to one problem at least. That of ‘financial constraints’.

Go on Carwyn, open the purse. The paedophiles’ friends of north Wales need a few more million. That’s the only remedy.

‘Mistakes were made, but not by us.’

Perhaps Cruella can write another report now, placing the blame firmly where it should be placed. On those bastard patients and their bastard relatives of course, who else?

 

Let’s have a song from Dafydd Iwan! Come on Dafydd, give us all one about Macsen, about Owain Glyndwr, about Ciosg Talysarn, that brave psychiatrist Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the heroic Angels and social workers who have done north Wales proud!

 

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HASCAS wrote one of the reports into Jimmy Savile’s sexual assaults on numerous NHS patients. HASCAS never managed to explain how they happened either.

 

 

 

 

 

The Defence Of The Realm

The British media have been overwhelmed by the birth of the latest addition to the Royal Family, William and Kate’s baby son, Louis. Louis has been named after Lord Louis Mountbatten – Prince Philip’s uncle – who was a substantial influence on his grand-nephew, Prince Charles. People of my vintage will remember that the press used to report on the close relationship that Prince Charles had with Lord Mountbatten and how Mountbatten fulfilled the role of Charles’s ‘honorary grandfather’. Mountbatten was killed by the IRA in 1979 and Charles was very deeply upset – he was famously photographed in tears at Mountbatten’s funeral.

Mountbatten was 79 years old when he was killed – he was a figure from Britain’s Imperial past, the 1st Earl Mountbatten of Burma and the Viceroy of India.

From the time of his birth in 1900 until 1917, when he and several other relations of King George V dropped their German styles and titles, Mountbatten was known as His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Battenberg. He was the youngest child of Prince Louis of Battenberg and Princess Victoria of Hesse and by Rhine.  His sister was Princess Alice of Battenberg, mother of Prince Philip.

Mountbatten’s nickname among family and friends was ‘Dickie’, although ‘Richard’ was not among his given names. This was because his great-grandmother, Queen Victoria, had suggested the nickname of ‘Nicky’, but to avoid confusion with the many Nickys of the Russian Imperial Family, ‘Nicky’ was changed to ‘Dickie’. Queen Victoria was one of his godparents, as was Nicholas II of Russia and Prince Francis Joseph of Battenberg. 

Mountbatten was educated at home for the first 10 years of his life. Then he was sent to Lockers Park School and on to the Royal Naval College, Osborne. In childhood he visited the Imperial Court of Russia and became close to the doomed Russian Imperial Family. He kept a photo of his cousin Grand Duchess Maria Nikolaevna at his bedside for the rest of his life.

In July 1916 Mountbatten was posted as midshipman and saw action in WWI.

In 1917 when the Royal Family adopted the name ‘Windsor’, Mountbatten’s father Prince Louis of Battenberg became known as Louis Mountbatten. Mountbatten acquired the courtesy title of Lord Louis Mountbatten – in 1946 he received a peerage, making him a ‘real’ Lord Louis Mountbatten.

After WWI, Mountbatten undertook a short course for ex-servicemen at Christ’s College, Cambridge. He was elected for a term to the standing committee of the Cambridge Union Society and was suspected of being sympathetic to the Labour Party.

In 1920 Mountbatten accompanied Edward, Prince of Wales, on a Royal tour of Australia on the battlecruiser to which Mountbatten had been posted. In 1921 he accompanied the Prince of Wales on a Royal tour of India and Japan – Edward and Mountbatten formed a close friendship during the tour. In 1923 Mountbatten was posted to the Mediterranean Fleet and in 1924 he briefly studied at the Royal Naval College, Greenwich.

Mountbatten continued with his Naval career and then in June 1936 was appointed Personal Naval Aide-de-Camp to King Edward VIII. In July 1936 he joined the Naval Air Division of the Admiralty.

Mountbatten saw action again in WWII. He was involved in the Battle of Crete and the sinking of Mountbatten’s ship by German dive bombers in 1941 served as the basis for one of Noel Coward’s films. Coward was a personal friend of Mountbatten. Mountbatten was a favourite of Churchill and in 1941 Mountbatten became Chief of Combined Operations. In Aug 1943, Churchill appointed Mountbatten as the Supreme Allied Commander South East Asia Command with promotion to acting full Admiral.

In Feb 1947, Clement Attlee appointed Mountbatten as Viceroy of India with responsibility for overseeing the transfer of power and independence. Mountbatten concluded that a united India was not possible and prepared for partition. When India and Pakistan attained independence in Aug 1997, Mountbatten stayed on in New Delhi for ten months, serving as India’s first Governor-General.

Mountbatten’s record regarding India is seen as very mixed. One common view is that he hastened the independence process unduly and recklessly, foreseeing vast disruption and loss of life and not wanting this to occur on the British watch, but thereby actually helping it to occur, especially in Punjab and Bengal. J.K. Galbraith, the Harvard economist who advised the Governments of India during the 1950s and who served as the American Ambassador, 1961-63, was a particularly harsh critic of Mountbatten.

Rhodri Morgan was at Harvard in the early 1960s, undertaking an MA in Gov’t. He will have studied with Galbraith’s colleagues.

After India, Mountbatten served as Commander of the 1st Cruiser Squadron in the Mediterranean Fleet and, having been granted the substantive rank of Vice-Admiral in June 1949, he became Second-in-Command of the Mediterranean Fleet in April 1950. He became Fourth Sea Lord at the Admiralty in June 1950. He then returned to the Mediterranean to serve as Commander-in-Chief, Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces Mediterranean from June 1952. Mountbatten was promoted to the substantive rank of full Admiral in Feb 1953. In March 1953, he was appointed Personal Aide-de-Camp to HM the Queen.

Mountbatten served his final posting at the Admiralty as First Sea Lord and Chief of the Naval Staff from April 1955-July 1959. He was promoted to Admiral of the Fleet in Oct 1956.

 

I have discussed in previous posts how many of those who concealed the criminality of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles had served in the Royal Navy or had links with the Admiralty. Of course lots of people have served in the Royal Navy, but one name repeatedly came to mind whilst I was reading the details of Mountbatten’s Naval career – Admiral Sir Alec Bingley.

Sir Alec was the husband of Lady Juliet Bingley and the father of William Bingley. Lady Juliet and William Bingley colluded with and concealed the organised sexual abuse of children and psychiatric patients and the associated serious criminal activity during the many years when they occupied senior roles at MIND and William Bingley continued this valuable service for Dafydd and the paedophiles when he was appointed Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see posts ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’).

Lady Juliet was certainly well-connected – she was a personal friend of Dom Mintoff, the PM of Malta and acted as a ‘messenger’ between him and the British Gov’t. The Bingleys had lived in Malta when Sir Alec was stationed there. A number of people involved with the north Wales and other UK paedophile rings who were convicted of child sex offences had retired to Malta. Lady Juliet was a former medical almoner (social worker) and her father had been a Top Doctor at Barts.

There are photos available of Louis Mountbatten in Malta, but I don’t know if he was stationed there like Sir Alec.

Sir Alec, like Mountbatten, had a long and distinguished career in the Navy. Sir Alec was five years younger than Lord Mountbatten and joined the Royal Navy as a cadet in 1918. He served in WWII on the staff of the Commander-in-Chief of the Home Fleet. In 1943 and 1944 Sir Alec was Commander of aircraft carriers and in 1945 he was Commander of the Mobile Naval Air Base HMS Nabaron. After the war he was Deputy Director of Air Warfare. He went on to be Chief of Staff to the Flag Officer (Air) and then Commander of the aircraft-carrier HMS Eagle in 1952.

Sir Alec was appointed Fifth Sea Lord and Deputy Chief of Naval Staff (Air) in 1954 and Flag Officer, Aircraft Carriers in 1958. He was made Commander-in-Chief, Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces Mediterranean in 1959 and then Commander-in-Chief, Portsmouth and Allied Commander-in-Chief, Channel in 1961; Sir Alec retired in 1963.

So Sir Alec – as Fifth Sea Lord and Chief of Naval Air Services, 1954-56 – served directly under Mountbatten.

The names of two other people who served as First Sea Lord jumped out at me as well – Admiral Sir David Luce, First Sea Lord 1963-66 and Admiral of the Fleet Sir Michael Le Fanu, First Sea Lord, 1968-70. Sir David Luce is the uncle of Lord Richard Luce, a member of Thatcher’s Cabinet who held Ministerial positions in the Foreign Office (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The comedian Miranda Hart is Richard Luce’s niece. Go on Miranda, do that face that you do for the camera! Do you still feel like making jokes about sad lonely women who are desperate to get engaged now that I’ve outed your extended family as concealing a paedophile gang? Don’t forget that little song and dance routine that you seem to do at the end of every episode, you know when you hold hands with your mum and your flat mate…

I think that Sir Michael Le Fanu is related to the Top Doctor James Le Fanu – Sir Michael is possibly James Le Fanu’s father. James Le Fanu is known as a Top Doc of right wing views who scribbles for the Spectator and the Torygraph and enjoys being controversial. In the early 1990s James Le Fanu was a partner in a GPs practice in Trevelyan Road, Tooting and for all I know he may still be. How do I know? Because it was the GPs practice that I was registered with when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989-91. The St George’s who had employed Professor Oliver Brooke as their Professor of Paediatrics, who in 1986 was imprisoned for the possession of a vast quantity of child porn. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring. Brooke was convicted and imprisoned but his colleagues at St George’s continued to conceal the paedophile ring of which Brooke was a member.

One of the the GPs from Le Fanu’s practice also held an academic position at the Dept of General Practice at St George’s. A female GP in Le Fanu’s practice in 1991 refused to treat me when I went to see her after Springfield Hospital – the mental health unit attached to St George’s – told me that I was going to be discharged without any treatment. Documents in my possession demonstrate that Drs Robin Jacobson and Alice Levinson, as well as Professor Nigel Eastman – all of St George’s/Springfield – knew that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was sexually exploiting patients and they also suspected that Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) was as well. Jacobson, Levinson and Eastman were well aware of how serious the criminality in north Wales was and were directly in contact with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Lucille Hughes. Dr Ruth White worked with the same team and will also have known, but I only have documentary evidence written by Jacobson, Levinson and Eastman (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’)

Le Fanu has written about ‘the fall of medicine’, which he attributes to ‘The New Genetics’ and to the ‘social theory’ of public health, such as the work of Ancel Keys. Do you know Dr Le Fanu, I think that the dreadful state of medicine has far more to do with the medical establishment colluding with serious criminality and research fraud, just as your colleagues in Trevelyan Road did.

Le Fanu will have known about Oliver Brooke and also the research fraud at St George’s perpetrated by Malcolm Pearce and Geoffrey Chamberlain (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Le Fanu will also know that after Pearce was struck off and Chamberlain resigned as President of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, there was another scandal in the same Dept, so the Dept was closed down. It continued!! The Academic Dept of Obs and Gynae was closed but of course the Top Docs continued with their clinical work and then Rashmi Varma, the Top Doc who ran the fertility clinic, found herself in front of the GMC after it was alleged that she pressurised NHS patients into donating eggs for private patients. The GMC cleared her, but nonetheless Varma returned to her home country of India after declaring that she had ‘enemies’ in Britain who didn’t like her because she was female and Indian. Years later I met someone who had been working at St George’s during the Varma scandal who told me that she was undoubtedly guilty and was amassing a fortune by exploiting desperate infertile patients. It was true that Varma had enemies, but as the man who was on the scene at the time observed, they were all a bunch of complete bastards who were at each others throats.

Then there was Tony Francis’s mate Prof Hamid Ghodse who was working at St George’s and Springfield – the Hamid who was involved in drug dealing and distribution (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

One can only wonder what Frank Ball, the HR officer at St George’s, was doing throughout all this. I know some of what Frank was doing in 1990. He was complaining about me to my boss after I went to see him and showed him the abusive notes that had been left for me in my lab by another member of staff. Better to complain about me than deal with a gang of paedophiles employed in the medical school then Frank!

 

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed that recently someone stated that there are allegations that Lord Mountbatten was the member of the British Royal Family who was alleged to be abusing the residents of Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast. It was admitted in the 1985 Hughes Report that boys were sexually abused and prostituted at Kincora by a number of people.

Dr Morris Fraser, the Belfast child psychiatrist who was a member of PIE and convicted of child abuse, abused boys at Kincora. After the GMC failed to strike Fraser off the register in spite of his convictions for child sex offences, Fraser moved to England and worked as a psychiatrist at Springfield Hospital and UCH. The counsel for the GMC at Fraser’s fitness to practice hearing was Patrick Mayhew. Mayhew later became the Tory MP for Tunbridge Wells, the Solicitor General, 1983-87, the Attorney General, 1987-92 under Margaret Thatcher and then John Major and Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1992-97. It was Mayhew who as Attorney General authorised two prosecutions of me for contempt of court, although in both cases it was admitted that perjury had been committed. The perjurers were Dr Tony Francis, Dr Sadie Francis, Keith Fearns, Maggie Fookes, Bob Ingham and Jackie Brandt. No action was taken against any of them.

 

More recently it has been admitted that the boys at Kincora were abused by senior officers of the British Army, the RUC and Whitehall civil servants. It is alleged that Anthony Blunt – the Cambridge spy and art historian formerly responsible for the Royal Collection – molested boys at Kincora and that groups of gay men from the mainland used to go on jollies to Kincora.

The 1985 Hughes Report stated that the sort of abuse occurring at Kincora was occurring in children’s homes across the whole of the UK. Many of the gangs involved were linked.

 

When Mountbatten was murdered by the IRA in 1979, it was presumed that he had been targeted because he was a member of the Royal Family and comments made by Gerry Adams supported this view. However, others have claimed that Mountbatten was killed because of his involvement in the abuse at Kincora.

 

After leaving the Admiralty, Lord Mountbatten took up the position of Chief of the Defence Staff. He served in this post for six years during which he was able to consolidate the three service departments of the military branch into a single MoD. Mountbatten was appointed Colonel of the Life Guards, Gold Stick in Waiting and Life Colonel Commandant of the Royal Marines in 1965. He was Governor of the Isle of Wight from 20 July 1965 and then the first Lord Lieutenant of the Isle of Wight from 1 April 1974.

Between 1967-78, Mountbatten was president of the United World Colleges Organisation, then represented by a single college – Atlantic College in south Wales, the alma mater of the Baroness of Ely aka Eluned Morgan, who believes that she should be Wales’s next FM on the grounds that she is in possession of ovaries (see post ‘The Old Devils’). In 1978, Mountbatten passed the Presidency of the College to his great-nephew, the Prince of Wales.

 

In his book ‘Spycatcher’, Peter Wright claimed that in May 1968 Mountbatten attended a private meeting with press baron Cecil King and the Government’s Chief Scientific Adviser, Solly Zuckerman. Wright alleged that ‘up to thirty’ MI5 officers had joined a secret campaign to undermine the crisis-stricken Labour government of Harold Wilson and that King was an MI5 agent. In the meeting, King allegedly urged Mountbatten to become the leader of a Government of national salvation. Solly Zuckerman pointed out that it was ‘rank treachery’ and the idea came to nothing because of Mountbatten’s reluctance to act.

In 2006, the BBC documentary ‘The Plot Against Harold Wilson’ alleged that there had been another plot involving Mountbatten to oust Wilson during his second term in office (1974–76). The alleged plot revolved around right wing former military figures who were supposedly building private armies to counter the perceived threat from trade unions and the Soviet Union. They believed that the Labour Party which was and still is partly funded by affiliated trade unions, was unable and unwilling to counter these developments and that Wilson was either a Soviet agent or at the very least a Communist sympathiser – claims that Wilson strongly denied. The documentary alleged that a coup was planned to overthrow Wilson and replace him with Mountbatten using the private armies and sympathisers in the military and MI5.

The first official history of MI5, ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ (2009), tacitly confirmed that there was a plot against Wilson and that MI5 did have a file on him. Yet it also made clear that the plot was in no way official and that any activity centred on a small group of discontented officers. This much had already been confirmed by former Cabinet Secretary Lord Hunt, who concluded in a secret inquiry conducted in 1996 that ‘there is absolutely no doubt at all that a few, a very few, malcontents in MI5…a lot of them like Peter Wright who were right-wing, malicious and had serious personal grudges – gave vent to these and spread damaging malicious stories about that Labour government.’

The security services certainly seemed to have been doing some rather odd things at this time. It is widely believed that the bizarre Old Bailey trial of the then leader of the Young Liberals Peter Hain for bank robbery in 1976 was the result of a fit-up by the security services because of Hain’s anti-apartheid activism. The judge who presided over Hain’s trial, Sir Alan King-Hamilton, was a notoriously dreadful old git and felt able to insult Peter Hain, although the charges against him were demonstrated to be ludicrous and he was acquitted.

Fred Holroyd, an MI6 officer who served in N Ireland in the 1970s, alleges that he was detained in a psychiatric hospital in order to discredit him because he was a witness to serious wrongdoing by the authorities in N Ireland. Holroyd maintains that there was a civil war between different factions of MI5 at the time and that there was a plot among some MI5 officers to destabilise Harold Wilson’s Gov’t.

My interest is in the collusion of the security services with the criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles, which undoubtedly happened. Whilst it is clear that there were a number of people in very senior positions who were abusing children and no doubt at the time they were protected because of their positions, I suspect that the reason why there is still so much reluctance to admit the extent of the problem and the associated cover-up isn’t because anyone really wants to protect dead paedophiles but because no-one wants to fess up that the medical and legal establishment were in this up to their necks. What would we do if the general public lost trust in the Top Docs and the judiciary? Answer – they’d be able to protect themselves, which Brown and I as well as scores of other much more vulnerable people than us were not able to do so. They were forced into prostitution and then found dead. Public safety should have been prioritised, not public confidence in the medical profession. People died because criminal Top Doctors were protected by corrupt lawyers and judges and were allowed to continue with their very serious wrongdoing.

Dafydd Alun Jones is still on the medical register. The bickering over the future of the derelict North Wales Hospital Denbigh continues, whilst the bodies of some of the victims are still buried out there.

 

Mountbatten married Edwina Ashley, the granddaughter of Sir Ernest Cassel and heir to his fortune, in 1922. Mountbatten stated that ‘Edwina and I spent all our married lives getting into other people’s beds’. I don’t mind how many beds of consenting adults either of them climbed into, but I’m seriously pissed off that Brown, I and some of our friends have had so much grief because we trod on the toes of the people who were facilitating a branch of the trafficking ring with which it is alleged that Mountbatten was involved.

Lord and Lady Mountbatten had two daughters, Patricia Knatchbull, sometime lady-in-waiting to HM the Queen and Lady Pamela Hicks, also sometime lady-in-waiting to the Queen.

Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent most of her life as lady-in-waiting to HM the Queen. Then there was the Queen Mum’s loyal servant, Backstairs Billy (satirised in Viz as Backdoor Billy) who died of an HIV related illness.

Furthermore Prince Charles had a deep and meaningful friendship with Jimmy Savile and took advice from Savile re the marital discord between him and Diana. Why Charles thought that a necrophiliac paedophile who had never had anything remotely like a normal relationship himself would make a good marriage guidance councillor I don’t know. It’s not even as if he was Laurens van der Post. Although after van der Post died it was revealed that he fathered a baby with the 14 year old girl after her parents had appointed him as her guardian. As Charles would say in the Private Eye ‘Heir of Sorrows’ stories, ‘It really is appalling’.

I don’t know what is going on in the Royal Family, but if I was Kate I’d get the hell out of there along with the baby and change his name.

 

In his capacity as mentor to the young Prince Charles, Mountbatten encouraged Charles to enjoy the bachelor life and ‘sow his wild oats’ while he could and then marry a young and inexperienced girl so as to ensure a stable married life. Er, yes. That particular plan backfired big time.

Mountbatten fancied himself as a marriage bureau for the Royals. It was he who had arranged the visit of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth to Dartmouth Royal Naval College in July 1939, taking care to include the young Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret in the invitation, but assigning his nephew, Cadet Prince Philip of Greece, to keep them amused while their parents toured the facility. This was the first recorded meeting of Charles’s future parents. Mountbatten’s efforts nearly came to nothing when a few months later he received a letter from his sister Alice in Athens informing him that Philip was visiting her and had agreed to permanently repatriate to Greece. Within days, Philip received a command from his cousin and sovereign, King George II of Greece, to resume his naval career in Britain which, though given without explanation, the young Phil obeyed.

In 1974, Mountbatten began corresponding with Charles about a potential marriage to his granddaughter, the Hon Amanda Knatchbull. After years of beating about the bush, in 1979 Charles did propose to Amanda but she turned him down. Unlike Di, she must have known what she would have been letting herself in for.

 

Mountbatten usually holidayed at his summer home, Classiebawn Castle, in County Sligo, Ireland. In 1978, the IRA had allegedly attempted to shoot Mountbatten as he was aboard his boat, but ‘choppy seas had prevented the sniper lining up his target’.

On 27 August 1979, Mountbatten went fishing in his wooden boat, which had been moored in the harbour at Mullaghmore. IRA member Thomas McMahon had slipped onto the unguarded boat that night and attached a radio-controlled bomb weighing 50 pounds. When Mountbatten was aboard, just a few hundred yards from the shore, the bomb was detonated. The boat was destroyed by the force of the blast and Mountbatten’s legs were almost blown off. Mountbatten was pulled alive from the water by nearby fishermen, but died from his injuries before being brought to shore. Also aboard the boat were his elder daughter Patricia (Lady Brabourne), her husband John (Lord Brabourne), their twin sons Nicholas and Timothy Knatchbull, John’s mother Doreen (Lady Brabourne) and Paul Maxwell, a young crew member from County Fermanagh. Nicholas (aged 14) and Paul (aged 15) were killed by the blast and the others were seriously injured. Doreen (aged 83) died from her injuries the following day.

Just for the record, no matter what Mountbatten had been involved in, they shouldn’t have done it. Although Dr DGE Wood should most definitely be behind bars.

 

Now Blair, time to come clean about the details of the shabby deal that you thrashed out which led to the Good Friday Agreement but ensured that the truth about Kincora was buried. Along with the victims and witnesses.

 

 

 

Now I’ll revisit someone who has been featured previously on this blog but deserves another outing – Virginia Bottomley. Virginia was of course Health Secretary under John Major, 9 April 1992 – 5 July 1995. That was before devolution, so I will repeat my appeal for Virginia to come forward and explain why everyone was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was closed down when it wasn’t and of course for her to let us know why Dafydd was allowed to ‘retire’ in a deal which guaranteed that none of the very serious complaints about him would be followed up and into the bargain gave his charity CAIS the contract for providing ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). Virginia might also like to shed light on the stitching up of patient F as detailed in my post ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’, because that happened on her watch as well. As did the declaration by the North Wales Police that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring in the region, although social workers were being convicted of offences against children in care and former kids in care were being found dead.

Virginia was born in Dunoon, Scotland, to Barbara Rutherford-Smith, a teacher and elected Conservative member of the ILEA and W. John Garnett, former Director of what was then called The Industrial Society.

Bottomley was educated at Putney High School, before going to the University of Essex. She later completed an MA at the LSE. Early in her career she worked life as a researcher for the Child Poverty Action Group, which was established by Peter Townsend and Brian Abel-Smith, two people who knew about the abuse of children and patients at the hands of the state but who ignored it (see post ‘The Old Devils’). Virginia also worked as a psychiatric social worker so she will have been complicit with that abuse. Bottomley was a magistrate and Chairman of the Inner London Juvenile Court. So Virginia had all avenues of escape from abusers nicely stitched up.

Virginia was elected to Parliament in a by-election in 1984 as the Tory MP for South West Surrey. That constituency covers Haslemere which I think is the stomping ground of Professor Vincent Marks – at least he was involved with the U3A there, so I presume that he is located nearby. Vincent not only knew about wrongdoing and research fraud in cancer research, but his brother John Marks was President of the BMA whilst the BMA were colluding with attempts to fit me up for serious offences (see posts ‘The Blog Post That Was Hacked Can Now Be Read’, ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

Someone else used to live near Haslemere as well when Ginny was the MP for that constituency – me. It was whilst I was living in Ginny’s constituency that I was targeted by a serial sex offender and Alun Davies was using subterfuge to access my home address and of course whilst the BMA were colluding with the criminality in north Wales.

Ginny was PPS to Chris Patten. Patten’s wife – Lady Lavender Patten of Barnes – was later Patron of Prof Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre. Mark Williams established that Centre on the back of a research fraud that he carried out when he was a clinical psychologist working with the Dafydd and the paedophiles in Bangor in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Whilst Lavender was Mark’s Patron, Chris Patten was Chancellor of Oxford University, where Mark Williams was employed and of which the Centre was a part of.

Ginny then moved on to work as PPS to Foreign Secretary Geoffrey Howe. Who before he entered politics was a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, whose members concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Geoffrey Howe was a lifelong close friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse, who performed the mother of all cover-ups when he Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry. Waterhouse became a friend of Howe when they were students and in later life Waterhouse was entertained by Howe at Number 11, Chevening and Dorneywood. Howe helped Dafydd and the paedophiles out when he was Solicitor General, 1970-72 and he was a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t at the same time as Sir Peter Morrison, whilst Morrison was attending sex parties with kids in care, including in north Wales. Whilst Howe was Foreign Secretary, Morrison held positions as Minister of State for Employment, Minister of State for Trade and Industry, Deputy Tory Party Chairman and Minister of State for Energy (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

Geoffrey Howe was the constituency MP for a Surrey constituency, as was Sir Michael Grylls. Both of them knew about Sir Peter Morrison’s activities and Dafydd and the paedophiles. In my post ‘An Appalling Vista’ I explained why I am wondering if they were involved in the fit-up of patient F.

 

Ginny was appointed Minister of State at the DoH in 1989, so her knowledge of Dafydd, the paedophiles and the dungeon at Denbigh will have been gained before she was Secretary of State. Ginny will also have known that two successive Whitehall mandarins with responsibility for mental health – Brian McGinnis and Cliff Graham – were corrupt, concealing serious crime and facilitating organised sexual abuse within the mental health system (see post ‘The Old Devils’). Ginny will have known about the violence, abuse and murders in the special hospitals as well and that William Bingley was concealing the lot, as well as the activities of Dafydd et al in north Wales, in his role as Chief Executive of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘Security, Security’). By 1989 Gwynedd Health Authority was in such chaos that it was the subject of questions in the House (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). Ginny will have known…

 

Bottomley served as Secretary of State for National Heritage, 1995-97. In 1997 she returned to the backbenches and also become a headhunter at executive headhunting firm Odgers. Since 2000 Ginny has been Chair of Board Practice at Odgers Berndtson.

Ginny might like to illuminate another shady deal. Some nine years ago, Bangor University paid Todgers a great deal of money to headhunt a Director for the grand new Arts Centre that it was building, Pontio. Pontio was a huge multi-million pound development and was planned to serve the town of Bangor as well as the University. There is bugger all in terms of that sort of Centre in north west Wales and Pontio serves as the Students’ Union, the theatre, the art gallery, the cinema and also provides facilities for teaching, research and businesses. Todgers were tasked with supplying a Mr Big to direct development of Pontio in the early stages. It was Professor Fergus Lowe – who built his empire on his knowledge of the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – who went to Todgers, because Fungus was Thinking Big.

Todgers headhunted an utter twat. The twat had no understanding that Gwynedd was a bilingual region and he was completely disrespectful and insensitive to Welsh speakers. When he was told that he had to take their wishes into consideration he started whinging on about how they were going to burn his house down and refused to meet the Welsh speakers for discussions. Then he insulted the Students’ Union reps with whom he was supposed to be negotiating and made it quite clear that they were somewhere between the black plastic bin liner and the tea lady. After months of chaos, protests and demos, the twat from Todgers parted company with Bangor University and someone else was brought in to clear up the mess.

At the time the havoc was blamed on Fungus because no-one liked him anyway, but those in the know told me that Todgers behaved disgracefully and really screwed up. The twat from Todgers arrived just at the time that the paedophiles’ friends declared war on the VC, who had dared challenge them.

Todgers’ contribution to Pontio cost a great deal of money and delayed the building by many months.

Do you happen to know why Todgers sent a twat to Bangor University to cause discord, bad publicity and much embarrassment Virginia?

Bottomley has held numerous positions, including that of a non-executive Director of BUPA, 2007-13; a Vice-Patron of Carers and of Cruse Bereavement Care and a lay Canon of Guildford Cathedral.

Bottomley’s brother, Christopher Garnett, was Chief Executive of the train operating company GNER. Her cousins include Peter Jay, the former British Ambassador to the US and son-in-law of James Callaghan and Lord Hunt of Chesterton (Labour), father of Labour MP and historian Tristram Hunt. More distant relatives include Lord Oakeshott (Lib Dem) and Baron Jay of Ewelme, former British Ambassador to France. Dame Julia Cleverdon married Bottomley’s father, John. Her husband’s niece is Kitty Ussher, a former Blairite Labour minister (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’).

Virginia has three children, Cecilia, Adela and Joshua.

 

Cecilia Bottomley is a Top Doctor, a consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist who works at the Chelsea and Westminster NHS Foundation Trust. Cecilia is also involved in private practice and has worked for BUPA – well her mum was a Director of that company – and at the Lister Hospital, part of HCA Healthcare.

There is a Josh Bottomley who is has worked for Goldman Sachs, McKinsey, and as MD for LexisNexis and for The Financial Times Group. Josh then became Global Head of Display for Google in California and in 2012 was appointed Global Head of Digital for HSBC.

 

Virginia’s husband is Peter Bottomley, who was Tory MP for Woolwich West, then Eltham and is at present the MP for Worthing West. Peter Bottomley was born in Shropshire and his mother was a social worker. So he’ll know that there was organised child abuse in Shropshire linked to the north Wales gang that stretched back decades. In the early 1970s Bottomley founded the Neighbourhood Council in south Lambeth – when the kids in care were being abused both in children’s homes in Lambeth and also when they were sent on placement by Lambeth to north Wales.

Between 1978-80, Peter Bottomley was the President of the Conservative Trade Unionists. He was a Trustee with Christian Aid, 1978-84. Peter was for some years a member of the Monday Club, despite disagreeing with their policies on immigration, race relations, Rhodesia and South Africa. So one wonders why he bothered to join. He has been Chairman of the Church of England’s Children’s Society, a Trustee of MIND and of NACRO, another organisation which has done many a favour for the paedophiles and their friends (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Bottomley has also served on the policy committee of One Parent Families. He served on the successor committee to the Archbishop of Canterbury’s commission Faith in the City and Chaired the Churches’ review group on the Churches Main Committee. Bottomley is a member of the Ecclesiastical Committee and has been appointed the Parliamentary Warden at St. Margaret’s Church, Westminster. He is Vice Chair of WATCH, Women and the Church, supporting full equal acceptance of ‘females’. In which case he might like to go and have a word with them down at St David’s in Pembrokeshire, because they’re giving the new Bishop there a really bad time because she has the temerity to be a woman.

Following the 1983 General Election, Peter Bottomley became the PPS to the Secretary of State at the DHSS, Norman Fowler. So Peter Bottomley knows all about Dafydd and the paedophiles from his time as Fowler’s bag carrier then.

Bottomley was a junior Minister at the Dept of Employment, 1984-86. So he worked alongside Peter Morrison whilst Morrison was a Minister in that Dept. In 1989 Bottomley worked in the N Ireland Office and then in 1990 he spent a brief time as PPS to Peter Brooke, the Secretary of State for N Ireland…

Bottomley has been a member of Mental Health Groups in Parliament.

Bottomley’s brother was a Councillor in the paedophile-ridden Borough of Lambeth and his brother-in-law was the Mayor of Cambridge, a post also occupied by Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). In 1997 Keith Laverack, a senior manager of Cambridgeshire Social Services was imprisoned for child abuse (see post ‘The Mentor’). Laverack was imprisoned by the appalling Judge Huw Daniel, who spent years providing an excellent service to the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. I’m still waiting for Huw to tell us all why Laverack was hung out to dry but the rest of them were protected.

 

In 1989 Peter Bottomley successfully sued ‘The Mail On Sunday’, the ‘ Daily Express’ and ‘News Of The World’ over allegations connected with his support of the union membership of a social worker in his constituency accused of ‘misbehaviour’ in a children’s home. In 1995 he was awarded £40,000 against the ‘Sunday Express’ for an article that depicted him as having behaved in a treacherously disloyal and disreputable manner in connection with Sinn Fein/the IRA.

 

Previous posts have detailed some of the activities of Sir William Mars-Jones, a member of the judiciary who, like Huw Daniel, originated from north Wales and was a good friend to Dafydd and the paedophiles. My post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ described how in my collection of documents I have found letters with details of people who dared complain about the North Wales Hospital Denbigh which were CC’d to a Mrs D. Mars-Jones. I think that Mrs D. Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority, but even so, she should not have been party to some of the confidential information about patients which was being made available to her.

I could not work out who Mrs D. Mars-Jones was. William Mars-Jones’s wife was called Sheila, but I wondered if she used another name as well. William Mars-Jones was the son of the man who ran the Post Office in Llansannan, Denbighshire and was born William Jones. He only metamorphosed into Mars-Jones when he became a barrister and wanted to be rather more than a common or garden Jones. I thus presumed that he was the only Mars-Jones and therefore Mrs D must have been his wife.

However, I have uncovered some more Mars-Jones’s – they are agricultural merchants from Denbigh. One of them is a David Mars-Jones of Llansannan, Denbigh who was High Sheriff of Clwyd in 1989. Llansannan was the birth place of William Mars-Jones. I can only presume that in the wake of William becoming a big shot, some other members of his family took a leaf out of his book and also called themselves Mars-Jones. David Mars-Jones was born in Llansannan in 1919 – William Mars-Jones was born in 1915. Was David his younger brother? I think it highly likely that Mrs D. Mars-Jones was Mrs David Mars-Jones.

 

Someone who will know about the Mars-Jones’s is Ieuan Wyn Jones, the former MP and AM for Ynys Mon, leader of Plaid and Deputy PM. Ieuan comes from Denbigh, so Ieuan knows all about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ as well. Not that Ieuan has ever mentioned a word about their wrongdoing, even during those years when Ieuan was working as a solicitor just down the road in Ruthin, in the same practice as paedophiles’ friend and Freemason, David Jones (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’).

 

Ieuan’s friend Bob Parry probably knows the Mars-Jones’s as well. Bob Parry was for many years the Deputy President and then President of the Farmers’ Union of Wales (FUW).

Bob Parry is also a longstanding member of the famously dysfunctional Anglesey County Council, so Bob might know something about those Chinese babies who some years ago were so readily available for adoption by people living on Anglesey who were in possession of the right amount of dosh (see post ‘The Old Devils’).

Bob Parry was elected as the Chairman of the Isle of Anglesey County Council for 2016/17. Here he is, looking particularly delighted at the prospect of office:

bob parry chairman

 

Cllr Parry first became a member of the Isle of Anglesey Borough Council in 1981 as a Plaid Cymru councillor, representing the communities of Bryngwran and Gwalchmai. He served as Mayor of the Borough Council in 1989/90.

As Bob was involved with Anglesey County Council as far back as the 1980s, perhaps he can remember the case of the teenaged boy who was fostered by a family on Anglesey, made to work on the farm as hard as an adult full time farm worker and was tied to the beams of the barn and whipped when the foster carers were displeased with him. Do you know how such people were ever deemed to be suitable as foster carers Bob, because Anglesey County Council had something to do with that decision.

A former Leader and Deputy Leader of the County Council, Cllr Parry has previously held both the Environment and Planning portfolios on the Authority’s Executive.

Bob will therefore be able to explain some of the eccentric planning decisions which have been a hallmark of Anglesey County Council for decades. One of Bob’s fellow Councillors became a millionaire as a result of such decisions – I think it was one of those who went to prison. Never mind, his money will still be there for him when he comes out, it’s not as if Huw Daniel is going to made a confiscation order under the Proceeds of Crime legislation is it.

Guess who it was who was the first person who told me that ‘there is massive corruption in Anglesey County Council, particularly in the planning department?’ It was Dr DGE Wood no less, in about 1983. Well he should know, he was a corrupt Top Doctor who owned one of the most expensive houses on Anglesey. It was an incredibly vulgar new build and I imagine that someone must have been bribed to have got the plans for that through the planning committee. Not that Wood will have done the bribing – not on that occasion at least – because the house was already built when Wood moved in. Brown and me had walked past that house every evening on our daily stroll for months and had pissed ourselves laughing at it, because it was called ‘IX Ranch’ for some unfathomable reason. Then one day a slate sign with the name ‘Tyddyn Hen Farm’ appeared at the end of the drive and we realised that IX Ranch had changed hands. We were gobsmacked when we found out that it was Wood and his wife who had purchased it, although Brown observed ‘it’s just their sort of house isn’t it’. Indeed it was. Lavish and blinging, purchased from the proceeds of a sex trafficking ring.

Wood was last heard of living in an even grander house near Conwy. He’s probably bought Penrhyn Castle off the National Trust by now.

 

Bob Parry represents the Bryngwran ward. He is also Director of the Bryngwran Cymunedol social enterprise which runs the Iorwerth Arms pub in the village.

So Bob Parry will know Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula, who lives at Bryngwran. Duckula is a paedophiles’ friend and was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang swung within Gwynedd Social Services. Duckula owned some land and that land was soon covered with bungalows. Duckula really hates the owners of second homes on Anglesey, which is why she owns a second home in France. She used to flee to her residence in France to avoid the bastards who owned second homes near her place at Bryngwran. It was where she was holed up when she was not bothering to make it into work when she was employed by Bangor University.

I seem to remember hearing that Duckula’s friend and mentor at Bangor University, Prof Glyn Williams aka Glyn Patagonia, also owned a second home in France. I never had the Glyn Williams Experience, he had left Bangor University by the time that I was employed there, but I heard much about him from people for whom the memories were all too vivid. The allegations that he systematically discriminated against English students when assessing work were legion, but as one Welsh speaker explained to me, Glyn was a shitbag to many of them as well and accused them of being ‘bloody Marxists’ on one occasion when they were holding a protest, as he swept past in his Mercedes. The most worrying anecdote was the one involving the attempted suicide of a former member of staff who had been befriended and then ruthlessly used and set up by Glyn Williams and Duckula…

This is the Glyn and Duckula who kicked up merry hell when an English member of staff – who had learnt Welsh and to a very high standard as well – was appointed to a lecturing post in their dept. Such was the grief that someone from the Glyn/Duckula contingent contacted the London-based broadsheets and the English speaking Head of Dept received calls from journos accusing him of discrimination against Duckula’s (Welsh speaking) mate who had applied for the job. He was too decent to explain to the journo about the paedophile gang and the near suicide of a member of staff.

Happy days!

 

When Bob Parry was elected Chairman of the County Council, Councillor Richard Owain Jones, who represents the Twrcelyn ward, was elected as the Vice-Chairman of the County Council.

Richard Owain Jones works as a paramedic. We’re hearing a great deal from Wales about Dangerous Psychiatric Patients Attacking Ambulance Staff.

 

Bob Parry probably also knows Prof J.B. Owen, the ‘bastard’ (in the words of someone who worked with him) who presided over the dysfunctional Agriculture Dept at UCNW (Bangor University) for so many years and who seemed to have something to do with the problems that Mary Wynch encountered with Dafydd and the paedophiles when she worked as a secretary in that dept (see post ‘Not Seem Since The 80s – Carwyn’).

 

Bob Parry will have known the late brother of the former Tory MEP (1979-89), Beata Brookes. Beata’s brother was a farmer in Denbighshire, a leading light in the FUW and a Freemason. It was however Beata who did the real damage. Beata was a social worker for Denbighshire County Council, then a member of Clwyd Health Authority as well as a member of Clwyd County Council Social Services Committee. Lest anyone was in danger of escaping from the grip of Dafydd and the paedophiles, their mate Beata was also a member of the Family Practitioners Committee for Clwyd, a member of the Council for Professions Supplementary to Medicine and was involved in many charities in north Wales for ‘the disabled and mentally handicapped’. Beata will have known about Michael and Ann Craft’s campaign to sexually liberate those imprisoned by the paedophiles at Bryn-y-Neuadd (see post ‘The Old Devils’).

The paedophiles’ friends made a huge effort in 1983 to get Beata into Parliament but their plans were scuppered by Sir Anthony Meyer, the Tory MP for North West Clwyd, who undoubtedly knew what that lot were up to and who died an unsung hero.

For further details of the evil cow who was Beata Brookes and the many who assisted her, see post ‘The ‘Celtic Iron Lady’ and Yet More Recent History’.

 

 

One of the roles of High Sheriff is to act as the host for members of the judiciary.

Sir William Mars-Jones was the pupil master of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Mars-Jones became a High Court judge in 1969 and before that he was a well-known judge on the Chester and Wales Circuit. However prior to that, Mars-Jones was a Recorder in Birkenhead, 1959-65. Wherever there was a branch of Dafydd’s empire, there was William Mars-Jones…

Some of the many pies in which Mars-Jones had fingers were UCNW (Bangor University), the Garrick, the London Welsh Society and legal circles in London…

 

There are many interesting names listed as serving as High Sheriff of Denbighshire, or from 1974 after the local authority reorganisation, High Sheriff of Clwyd. Three others as well as David Mars-Jones leap out at me – David Foulk Myddelton of Chirk (1980); Noreen Louisa Edwards of Upper Colwyn Bay (1985); the Hon Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, Whitchurch, Shropshire (1986).

 

The Myddelton family were mates with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. David Foulk Myddelton is listed as being a Director of the Orthopaedic Institute Ltd (1995-2001), which was part of the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt NHS Trust. Professor Robert Owen – who organised the cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services, Clwyd and Gwynedd Health Authorities and the North Wales Police in 1989 (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’) – worked at the Robert Jones and Agnes Hunt Orthopaedic Hospital, as well as at Alder Hey Hospital and Liverpool Medical School (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’).

David Foulk Myddelton is described as being a ‘landowner from Wrexham’.

There is a David R. Myddelton who is the Emeritus Professor of Finance and Accounting at Cranfield University. David was educated at Eton and the Harvard Business School and is a chartered accountant. He was Professor of Finance and Accounting at Cranfield School of Management, 1972-2005, after which David Myddelton was Emeritus Professor. Since 2001 he has been Chairman of the Institute of Economic Affairs, which attracted a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). David was for many years Chairman of the Cambridge Business Studies Project Trust and recently he served a three year term as President of the Economics and Business Education Association.

I really am impressed at how many of Thatcher’s friends and mentors had direct links to Dafydd and the paedophiles. I previously had just thought of Thatch as being a dim, greedy, petit bourgeois philistine who wanted to run the world on the same basis as a grocer’s shop.

 

Noreen Louisa Edwards was Chairman of Gwynedd Health Authority throughout the years of abuse of patients, the inexplicable disappearance of the funds and the eventual near collapse of the Health Authority in the late 1980s which resulted in questions in the House and necessitated the intervention of the bigger and better paedophiles’ friends from the Welsh Office (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’).

Noreen had worked for many years as an Angel.

If only more women were employed in senior roles there would be such a culture change….

Noreen lived in that location favoured by the paedophiles and their friends, Colwyn Bay. There was a lot of them out there – Prof Robert Owen, Gordon Anglesea, Huw Vaughan Thomas and Enid Rowlands, Nigel Mannering Berry and many more.

 

The Hon Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon will have been the man who is now the 6th Baron Kenyon. It was the 6th Baron Kenyon’s brother Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon who was known by Clwyd Social Services to be sexually abusing boys in care. On one occasion after spending the night with a boy in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham and taking ‘explicit’ photos of them together, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon made a complaint of theft against the boy. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no charges. Thomas died of an HIV related illness in 1993.

Thomas’s dad the 5th Baron Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, a member of Flintshire County Council, a magistrate, the President of UCNW, a Director of Lloyd’s Bank and many more things as well (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

 

Another High Sheriff of Clwyd (1990) who is worth a mention is Sir David Watkin Williams-Wynn, the 11th Baronet. Sir David is ‘a member of the surviving Welsh nobility and is the closest known living heir of the Princely House of Aberffraw, the former ruling family of Gwynedd and the Principality of Wales who were deposed in the 1282 Edwardian Conquest of Wales’.

Sir David’s ‘direct ancestors, the Williams family, were an important Parliamentary and landowning family from Denbighshire’ ‘who in the 17th Century married into the famous Wynn family of Gwydir the direct patrilineal descendants of Owain Gwynedd, Prince of Gwynedd 1137–1170, and the only surviving branch of that dynasty. On the death of Sir John Wynn in 1719, his direct heiress Jane Thelwall inherited the Wynnstay estate and the claim to the Aberffraw legacy, and her husband Watkins Williams adopted the “Wynn” family name (thought to be derived from Gwynedd) in honour of his wife’s princely heritage.’

Surely Dafydd Iwan should be recording a tribute to such a man?

Yma O Hyd!

Sir David lives in St Asaph. He was President of the Denbigh and Flint Agricultural Show in 1992. In 2008 it was widely reported that Sir David’s daughter Alexandra – a student at the  Royal Academy of Arts – had modelled nude for Lucian Freud. So Alexandra will have a few impressive stories to tell then. Sir David’s heir is his son Charles Edward Watkin Williams-Wynn (born 1970), (who might be known as Iorwerth I). In the continued discussion of potential Welsh independence his name is occasionally brought forward as a theoretical candidate in Welsh monarchy scenarios.

 

Sir David is a Director of the family business, Wynnstay Farming Company. Of which Lord Alex Carlile, a man closely associated with the paedophiles’ friends, is also a Director.

Lord Carlile lost a friend to whom he ‘paid tribute’ just a few days ago – Lady Shirley Hooson, the widow of Lord Emlyn Hooson. Emlyn Hooson was a paedophiles’ friend of yesteryear and Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire, 1962-79.

Hooson was a farmer’s son from Denbighshire and went to Denbigh Grammar School, then onto what is now Aberystwyth University to read law. After serving in the Royal Navy, Hooson became a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Hooson was the QC who represented Ian Brady and Myra Hindley at their trial at Chester Assizes in 1966. Ronnie Waterhouse acted as junior prosecuting counsel at the same trial. There were no hard feelings – Ronnie was a good mate of Hooson’s and used to stay at the Hoosons’ home regularly.

Hooson was Leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit, 1971-74; a Crown Court Recorder, 1972-91 and a Deputy High Court judge.

Hooson became Chairman of the Liberal Party in Wales in 1955 and was elected to the Liberal Party executive in 1965. He contested the Liberal Party leadership in 1967 but withdrew in favour of Jeremy Thorpe.

Emlyn Hooson was a member – along with Lisa Nandy’s grandfather Lord Frank Byers and David Steel – of the Liberal Party’s 1971 secret inquiry into Jeremy Thorpe (see posts ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’ and ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’). He heard directly from Norman Scott about Jeremy’s activities, including Jeremy’s serious harassment of and threats toward Norman. Norman provided the inquiry with proof that Jeremy had made regular payments to him, which Norman maintained was hush money.

Hooson was alleged to have been appalled by Jeremy’s conduct, but Jeremy remained as Liberal leader and no-one piped up about Jeremy, not even when years later he was put on trial for conspiring to murder Norman. Norman was roundly insulted by the judge and the media and Hooson kept quiet.

Thorpe was cleared of all charges on 22 June 1979. On 26 July 1979 Emlyn Hooson took up his seat in the Lords.

 

Hooson introduced the Government of Wales Bill on St David’s Day 1967, taking one of the first steps to the formation of the Welsh Assembly.

Emlyn Hooson was Chair of the Governors at the London Welsh School, where his daughters Sioned and Lowri were pupils.

Hooson was a member of the ITV Advisory Council.

In 1985 Hooson became a non-executive Director of Laura Ashley and became Chairman in 1995. He was Chairman of the Trustees of the Laura Ashley Foundation, 1986-97. It’s a pity that Emlyn is dead, because he might have been able to shed light on the hoo haa that engulfed Laura Ashley after Laura was found dead and her widower Bernard took up the reins at the company.

Hooson was Chairman of Severn River Crossing PLC, the company operating the Severn Bridge and the Second Severn Crossing, 1991-2000.

Emlyn Hooson was President of the National Eisteddfod in 1966 and was a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. He was President of the International Eisteddfod at Llangollen, 1987-93.

 

Can anyone see a paedophiles’ friend hidden in the picture?

 

Lord Hooson sat for the Liberal Democrats in the Lords ‘where he was active in improving the Mental Health Act’. The Mental Health Act that Dafydd continued to break with impunity, again and again and again.

 

Lord Alex Carlile was a member of Hooson’s chambers in Chester. The Hoosons and Carliles were close friends for years and Carlile was the Lib Dem MP for Hooson’s former seat of Montgomeryshire, 1983-97.

 

Carlile was someone who did ask a few awkward questions about the case of Mary Wynch but remained quiet for ever after once he had been told in 1994 that Mary had been ruined by Home Secretary Michael Howard the previous year (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Carlile bagged his peerage in 1999.

 

Lord Hooson’s funeral service was held at the China Street Welsh Presbytarian Chapel, Llanidloes and Lady Hooson’s is to be held there as well.

 

Lady Hooson was a member of Montgomeryshire District Council and Llanidloes Town Council for decades. She was Vice-Chairman of Montgomeryshire District Council when Glyn Davies, the present Tory MP for Montgomeryshire, was Chairman, 1985-89. Glyn and Shirley Hooson had already served on the Council together for many years.

Glyn Davies is rather different from most politicians, but he must know about some of the skulduggery that Hooson, Carlile et al kept quiet about because he has been around for so long. He surely must also know about the ‘care homes’ for kids as well as for people with disabilities and/or mental health problems which have sprung up all over his part of Wales in recent years and are often of very questionable quality.

Glyn Davies is the former Chairman of the Development Board for Rural Wales and was a member of the Welsh Tourist Board, as well as the hub for crooks that was the WDA.

 

Emlyn Hooson spoke in the Lords on law reform and drug trafficking. He should have popped up to north Wales and he’d have seen for himself how effective his contributions to the Mental Health Act, law reform and drug trafficking were. Addicts were telling each other that they really like Dafydd because ‘he’ll give you anything that you want, anything at all’. I was told repeatedly that ‘peer guides’ working for Dafydd’s charity CAIS were flogging drugs to the clients.

In 1992 I was in the Royal Oak in Rachub with a friend. I very rarely went into the Royal Oak, but my friend wanted to go in so we did. We had been in there for 20 mins or so when a young man approached us and offered to sell us ‘anything we wanted’ with regard to drugs. He approached us because he saw my friend smoking a joint. No we didn’t buy anything off him but we did spend a long time chatting to him. He was ‘under the care’ of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and supplemented his income by drug dealing. We began discussing the thugs who staffed the Arfon Team and this young man revealed that his key worker was Slob Ingham. Had he been intimidated, harassed, arrested or assaulted by Slob Ingham like so many others had? Not at all. He thought that Slob was a drunken idiot but this young man didn’t have any trouble with him. Of course he didn’t, Slob’s patient was one of the drug dealers helping the distribution network and Slob knew it.

This wasn’t a one off. In 1999 I was living on a village on Anglesey. By that time the Hergest Unit’s ‘policy’ was to refuse to admit virtually anyone as an inpatient because patients ‘had to take responsibility’ and there was a flat refusal to touch patients with drug and alcohol problems. People with addictions were dying and going off to prison at an astounding rate. Yet there was a young woman in our village who was causing havoc. She was a heroin addict with two frail vulnerable parents whom she was assaulting and robbing on a regular basis and she occasionally went for other people as well. She was repeatedly arrested for dealing, for theft and for assault. Yet she led an utterly charmed life. No prison sentences no matter how many final warnings the magistrates gave. When the crunch came and the law was obliged to act, she was given the option that had died out years previously – a bed in the Hergest Unit! The villagers who were unacquainted with the paedophiles of north Wales all believed that they were witnessing how soft on crime the justice system was. No, they were witnessing the degree of protection afforded to one of Dafydd’s dealers.

Whilst this young woman was creating chaos and had her mum and dad living in fear, there were constant media reports of the very serious problem with heroin that existed in Llangefni and how shocking it was that a former market town had come to this. Where was this young woman flogging her wares? Llangefni. She even applied to be housed there and no doubt she was successful. Everyone knew who the purveyors of heroin were in Llangefni – they were Dafydd’s patients who were being ‘helped’ so much by him and CAIS.

Dafydd lived in Talwrn, a village about three miles away from Llangefni.

The rest of us were being denied healthcare and arrested for telling secretaries that Alun Davies was a fat idiot. And when we were threatened or attacked by dealers and addicts the police did not even record our complaints.

The GPs surgery that served the village in which I and the young woman addict lived was in a the neighbouring village, Bodorgan. There were two GPs there, a Dr Medwyn Williams and a Dr Richard Williams – I don’t know if they were related. Dr Medwyn Williams was on the local CHC and seemed very proactive. He was making public statements regarding the inadequacy and chaos that was presiding in Ysbyty Gwynedd, particularly in the Hergest Unit. Every time that I witnessed Dr Medwyn Williams in action he seemed very reasonable. He was not afraid to sympathise with mental health patients and admit to them that things were so bad at the Hergest Unit that they would not be able to access treatment no matter how serious their difficulties.

Dr Richard Williams was so different that it was difficult to imagine how Medwyn Williams worked with him. Richard Williams was uninterested in his patients, spent the minimum amount of time with them and when they were obviously so ill that by anyone’s standards they could have done with a mental health service, he took a leaf out of the Hergest Unit’s book and blamed the patients for their own problems. Richard Williams knew about sin city which was Llangefni and he knew about the young woman addict in our village and the genuine risk that she presented to everyone. He didn’t give a stuff.

The Anglesey Community Mental Health Team was located in Llangefni, as was the Drug and Alcohol Team. They only had to step out of their offices to witness the evidence of their own failure.

 

Shirley Hooson is not the only paedophiles’ friend to have left for heaven over the past few days. The Daily Post Online published a tribute to Tecwyn Thomas, the ‘backbone of Gwynedd politics’, who has died aged 81 years.

Mr Thomas served as a member of Gwynedd County Council and Caernarfon Town Council as well as an election agent in Parliamentary and Assembly elections and in many other roles in the Labour Party and trade union movement.

Tecwyn’s son Ian Thomas said: ‘My father served as Chair of Welsh Labour at the critical time when Rhodri Morgan was negotiating the One Wales coalition agreement and held many senior roles in Welsh Labour, campaigning hard for Welsh Labour’s message during election campaigns’.

So not only was Tecwyn one of the many who knew nuzzing about the paedophile gang that kept themselves busy in Gwynedd County Council’s children’s homes for years, but he propped up the oaf Rhodri – who also knew nuzzing, although his own wife Julie was a colleague of the paedophiles of Wales – whilst Rhodri formed a coalition Gov’t in 2007 with the oaf Ieuan Wyn Jones, who also knew nuzzing.

Alun Pugh, the former Labour MP for Clwyd West, 1999-07, stated that ‘Tecwyn Thomas was hugely respected across our nation’. I think that you’ll find Alun that most people had never heard of Tecwyn, although as a paedophiles’ friend yourself (see post ‘People With Energy’), you’ll have been very grateful to Tecwyn for helping you to keep the lid on the barrel of crap well nailed down.

 

Being a long serving Gwynedd County Councillor who knew nuzzing, Tecwyn will have known a few other old timers who also knew nuzzing. Dafydd Iwan of course, the former President of Plaid and leader of Gwynedd County Council who knew so leetle that he wrote a song in tribute to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. Before Dafydd Iwan removed all references to that ditty from planet earth, I’m sure that I saw a bit of PR explaining that Dafydd Iwan had written the song in tribute to the ‘brave Welsh psychiatrist’.

Seimon Glyn is a an old favourite on Gwynedd County Council. Seimon was a Plaid Councillor but joined Llais Gwynedd some years ago after internal strife and accusations that the Plaid Councillors were stale and defending vested interests. Which was true, but I’m not sure that Seimon is quite the People’s Voice either.

Seimon came under an unfair and sustained attack by the Welsh Mirror – or as it was known at the time, the Anti-Welsh Mirror – years ago when he was campaigning with Cymuned on issues of the threat to the Welsh language and the rocketing property prices in Gwynedd as the result of the in-migration of people from England with a lot more money than local people. Seimon had identified a very real problem and I thought that he was quite right to raise it, people in rural Gwynedd who were not on high incomes were being priced out of everywhere. Furthermore, although some English incomers embrace the Welsh language and are very keen to learn Welsh along with their children, some people are very hostile to it.

However Seimon was ignoring something just as important at the very time that he was campaigning with Cymuned – organised sex trafficking in north Wales. Seimon knew all about Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’). How do I know this? Because after I had witnessed the horrors at Prestwood myself, I rang Seimon and told him what was going on. I rang Seimon because I was friendly with people in Cymuned and they suggested that I contact him because he was campaigning on matters affecting rural north Wales.

Seimon did listen to what I said and he later admitted that after I spoke to him he then investigated Prestwood himself and discovered that my allegations were correct. Seimon didn’t witness patients being abused but he did confirm that Prestwood were breaking employment law and employing unsuitable people without interviewing them, checking qualifications or references or carrying out CRB checks.

Seimon told me that he wouldn’t be following it up because he was too busy with Cymuned. I mentioned this to another person and they suggested that in view of the fact that whoever was behind Prestwood were obviously seriously nasty organised criminals, perhaps Seimon might have felt that it was safer to raise it with the appropriate authorities without telling anyone.

So I waited to see if anyone put Prestwood out of business. They didn’t. Ten yeaars after I told Seimon what was going on, Prestwood was still in business. It only came to a stop when Suzanne Hamlett, one of the people traffickers running the place, died.

Seimon Glyn is a social worker. He would have known exactly how to raise the alarm re Prestwood. Seimon was a children’s social worker with Gwynedd County Council when the paedophiles were in action. Seimon told the Waterhouse Inquiry that he never witnessed any children being abused.

Seimon was campaigning with Cymuned and ignoring what was happening at Prestwood during those months towards the end of the Waterhouse Inquiry and at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

Some five years ago Seimon reported a Plaid Councillor for putting children at risk after the Plaid Councillor had posted a photo of his baby next to an ash tray and an empty lager can on social media for a joke. The Plaid Councillor was investigated, nearly lost his job at Bangor University and I think was suspended as a Councillor. Seimon told the media that as a former social worker he knew how important it was to protect children.

The children in Gwynedd children’s homes when Seimon worked as a social worker were gang raped, beaten and starved.

 

One of Seimon’s fellow Llais Gwynedd Councillors is Peter Read. I first encountered Peter Read in about 2009 when he was at a public meeting confronting Mary Burrows, the then newly appointed CEO of the newly formed Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Mary had really pissed the paedophiles’ friends off by trying to clean up and she’d dared to properly investigate a few very serious complaints. The paedophiles’ friends had begun a co-ordinated attempt to bring her down. I didn’t know who Peter was at the time but I could hear him in the row behind me discussing tactics with his partner in crime and they were making insulting racist comments about Mary (Mary was American). Peter later cross-examined Mary as aggressively and as rudely as he could.

Who was Peter’s mate with whom tactics were being discussed? It was a member of the CHC – Glanville Owen. Glanville was the senior manager employed by Gwynedd Social Services with responsibility for children’s homes whilst the paedophile gang operated in those homes. Glanville appeared before the Waterhouse Inquiry and explained that he knew nuzzing.

 

Last year Gwynedd County Council acquired a new leader after the previous leader paedophiles’ friend Dyfed Edwards stood down. The new leader is Dyfrig Siencyn. Mr Siencyn is a Plaid Councillor who is also a Dolgellau Town Councillor. He previously Chaired the Gwynedd County Council Services Scrutiny Committee, which investigates issues in education and care services.

As Dyfrig has been investigating the care services can he explain why serious complaints about those services have been ignored for years and now why there are barely any care services available? Perhaps Dyfrig can also explain why no-one knew about the team of social workers located at Dolgellau whose specific responsibility was to find accommodation for disabled people – disabled people were simply told that there was no accommodation available by their key workers in the Community Mental Health Teams.

Being Of Dolgellau, Dyfrig will know someone else who knew nuzzing – Malcolm John, a lecturer in social work at Bangor University (see post ‘Local Accessories’). Malcolm John lives at Dolgellau. Malcolm previously worked as a social worker whilst the paedophile gang did its best. What his colleagues at Bangor didn’t know – although they did suspect that he had another job somewhere because he was so infrequently seen in the University – was that Malcolm was working as a fostering and adoption consultant…

 

Dafydd claimed to have spotted the world’s first case of PTSD at a clinic in Dolgellau, it was how he became an expert in PTSD and ended up giving evidence to a Commons Committee. Gwynedd County Council ought to put a commemorative plaque on the wall of whichever building housed that clinic.

No doubt Dafydd also was the first to describe those other well known psychiatric conditions which afflict so many in north Wales –  ‘chapel psychosis’ (sufferers refuse to attend regular services) and cottage ignition syndrome…

‘Shut your mouth about DA’. ‘Get out of north Wales and don’t ever come back.’

‘We didn’t know.’

You all knew. The whole bloody lot of you.

 

Someone else who knew nuzzing despite having witnessed it herself was a Portugese lady called Evelyn who used to work in the old psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd and later at the Hergest Unit. I think that when she was working at Ysbyty Gwynedd, Evelyn was employed as an occupational therapy assistant. Evelyn had started training as a nurse some years before at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and had given it up. When someone asked Evelyn why she didn’t complete her training, I heard Evelyn tell them that the Angels at Denbigh were dreadful, they were ‘patient batterers’. When I heard Evelyn saying this I thought ‘well at least someone has some standards’.

So I was certainly surprised when I witnessed a scene involving Evelyn a few weeks later. A young mother had been admitted to the mental health ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd – just before the Hergest Unit was built – and she was very, very distressed. She was threatening to sue Gwynedd Health Authority. It transpired that she had been unlawfully arrested and taken to the North Wales Hospital – which was the standard mode of entry into Denbigh – because she had experienced post-natal depression. She had been forcibly dragged from her home, separated from and refused access to her baby and had been treated appallingly at Denbigh. She had then been transferred to Ysbyty Gwynedd in a very great hurry when someone at Denbigh realised that this was no former resident of a children’s home who could be kicked about – this young woman was from a middle class Welsh family and she was beginning a career in politics. I think that she was involved with Plaid.

My God they were worried. Evelyn was dispatched to sit with the young woman and ply her with cups of coffee and soothing words. The young woman was repeating ‘that place is a bin, they are abusing the patients there’. Evelyn responded by saying ‘oh no, no, no, they’re not, you were just so upset that you misunderstood’.

‘Patient batterers’ Evelyn – it was why you resigned.

It got better. As the young woman fumed and threatened to bring down the forces of hell onto the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, a member of staff sat with her constantly and explained that there was a whole programme of activities for patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd and perhaps she would like to join the Women’s Group run by Dr Dadie Francis. Women’s Group! That was the first that any of us had heard about a Women’s Group and we’d been there for weeks, left with bugger all facilities except for the usual TV and room for the smokers. Hilarious – a whole programme of activities was arranged, I presume solely for this young woman, to try to convince her that the three days in Denbigh had all been a bad dream…

So somewhere out there is a woman who will now be in her 50s who has political connections who had a glimpse of what was happening to the rest of us before the distress flare was sent up and the lifeboat in the form of Sadie Francis and a hastily convened Women’s Group arrived.

I have no idea who the young woman was. She wouldn’t speak to the rest of us – she was probably told that we were all dangerous – and she spent her entire time accompanied by members of staff who was very, very nice to her…

 

A few years later I watched another patient who could have inflicted real damage receive rather better treatment than the rest of us – a lady called Elizabeth Carter who sadly died not long after her stay in the Hergest Unit. Elizabeth had cancer and had become depressed. She was spoken to kindly, was never threatened with arrest or told that she had a personality disorder. No, Elizabeth was treated as a friend and an equal by Angels and Top Docs alike. I watched Elizabeth writing every day but she obviously wasn’t writing a diary. Then I noticed that the Angels were giving her lots of facts and figures about the Hergest Unit and she was taking notes.

Elizabeth was a journalist! She worked for Dafydd’s friends on the Bangor and Anglesey Mail and one of her last articles was to be about the wonderful facilities at the Hergest Unit. Elizabeth was a patient at the Hergest Unit before it had really started to disintegrate, but the cracks were showing. A patient had been tasered – I understand that this was the first case in the UK of the police being called to an inpatient unit and tasering a patient – and the suicides had started happening on a frighteningly frequent basis.

Elizabeth Carter was not tasered. Before Elizabeth died, a very flattering article about her wonderful care at the Hergest Unit was published.

Elizabeth was a patient at the Hergest Unit just as all the fuss about the paedophile ring in north Wales being concealed at the highest levels of Gov’t kicked off…

 

Now for a personal message to Spike, who lived in Rachub at the same time as I did, years ago. I have been told that word has got out about this blog and that there is a healthy readership among my old neighbours and that Spike knows about it. Spike was the son of two neighbours who were really good to me as the paedophiles’ friends had me repeatedly arrested, tried to set fire to my house etc. Unfortunately when Spike got older he showed himself to be rather different to his mum and dad and he was involved in some fairly sordid deals with the paedophiles’ friends to shaft me – I don’t know how much he was paid or by whom, but it was clear that something unpleasant was happening. I don’t think that his mum and dad had any idea of what he was doing.

Now that Spike has read this blog he knows why both his mum and dad died of cancer at relatively young ages after the Top Docs ‘didn’t realise’ that they had cancer. By the time the diagnoses were made, the cancers were too far advanced for effective treatment. Spike’s parents did not receive the care that would have prolonged, if not have saved, their lives after Spike’s mum told people that she would provide a witness statement concerning the conduct of the paedophiles’ friends towards me whilst I lived in Rachub.

I hope that you can live with yourself Spike. The Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends really weren’t worth doing a deal with.

 

The Top Docs continue to do battle in the wake of the death of Baby Alfie. The media today has been nothing but wall to wall comment about how the Top Docs and Angels did all they could to Save Alfie, as they always do for all patients. I’ve avoided most of it, I think that I can guess what the articles will say. I am sure that there were indeed some Top Docs and Angels who did do their best for Alfie. But because of the sort of people who are systematically promoted to senior positions in the NHS, they will have been hampered and constrained by those around and above them.

Spike has now found out that pretending that the sort of events that I have described on this blog don’t happen is not a good idea.

I did read one Alfie-related article, the one written by Henry Marsh in the Guardian. Henry Marsh is a recently retired neurosurgeon who is a prolific writer. He writes well and I imagine that he was a very good Top Doc and indeed one who did the best for his patients. Henry Marsh worked at the Atkinson Morley and St George’s Hospital Medical School. He knew that one of his colleagues was imprisoned for his part in a child porn ring, that other colleagues of his concealed the rest of the paedophile ring for years and that there was also a big problem with research fraud in St George’s.

Neither has anyone explained how Alder Hey, who does its best for all patients at all times and always has, somehow employed Professor Robert Owen, who concealed a paedophile gang in north Wales.

Robert Owen has died recently as have quite a few of those who protected Dafydd and the paedophiles, so I hope for Alfie’s sake that if an afterlife does exist, there is a rather better regulatory system in place at the Pearly Gates than is provided by the GMC.

 

The GMC is currently advertising for a new Chair after Sir Terence Stephenson has stepped down. So if anyone wants a job which involves making a lot of loud noises about standards and excellence and accountability and protecting the public whilst ignoring the most serious criminal conduct of Dafydd and his ilk in the face of numerous complaints from people who have suffered harm or who’s nearest and dearest have died unnecessarily, the GMC wants you…

 

I see that the Baroness of Ely has retreated from the possibility of standing as a candidate for FM. In her desire to get down with the kids, the Baroness has established a website called Beyond the Cardiff Bay Bubble. In previous times I would enjoy logging on to that website and having a real laugh, but I’m too busy with this blog. The Baroness does of course have plenty of life experience Beyond the Bubble. She has experience of life in Atlantic College, Wales’s most expensive private school and she also has experience of life in the House of Lords.

The sociologist Richard Sennett’s books often include the line ‘I was talking to the janitor’. I really like Richard Sennett’s work and that of his wife Saskia Sassen is even better, but I always noticed that Richard Sennett did rely very heavily on the janitor for his info regarding Life at the Bottom. I went one better than Richard Sennett. I was the janitor.

Beat that Eluned.

The International Language Of Screaming

My post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ detailed the backgrounds of Lord Max Beloff and some of his family. Max was the father of Cherie and Tony’s mate Michael Beloff QC, who was the legal advisor for Municipal Mutual, the insurers for Clwyd County Council throughout the years whilst children in the care of Clwyd were severely abused. It was Michael Beloff’s advice which resulted in the 1996 Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd being witheld from absolutely everyone but the Council’s insurers and lawyers for decades. Even Clwyd County Councillors themselves were not permitted to read the report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Max Beloff had previously provided a glowing endorsement of a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang operated in children’s homes across Gwynedd and Clwyd. Ioan was the boss of Gwynedd’s Director of Social Services, Lucille Hughes – Lucille was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mistress.

 

I decided to do a bit more research into Max Beloff and his contacts because Max was involved with some of the right wing gurus of the 1970s and 80s who influenced and advised Thatcher. In the 1980s someone who was plugged into at least part of that network worked at UCNW (Bangor University), a agricultural economist, Professor Richard Howarth. I met a young relative of Richard Howarth’s once – at a bus stop in Menia Bridge, in about 1982 – and she told me that he was having meetings with Thatcher.

Richard Howath worked in the Agriculture Dept, which must have been the most dysfunctional Dept in UCNW. There was a constant supply of students approaching the university authorities requesting to change course. One of the lecturers – Gordon Farley – was the most ridiculous old sexual harasser who could be imagined and had been removed from his post as a warden of a student hall of residence because of the hair-raising stories that were circulating about him. There were frightening anecdotes from former students of having been forced out of the university as a result of vendettas from staff in the Agriculture Dept and the Prof of Agriculture was a complete incompetent called J.B. Owen who very obviously should not have been in his job. I was told many years later that Owen’s family had provided the money which had established the Dept and that was the only reason why he was ever given his job. Mary Wynch had worked as a secretary in the Agric Dept before Dafydd unlawfully imprisoned her. Mary became headline news after she won her case against Dafydd, but no-one from that Dept supported her. I have always wondered what Mary found out about JB Owen et al, particularly as I was told repeatedly that he was a deeply unpleasant man and there had been many victims…

For details of the horrors and stupidities of the Agri Dept and JB Owen, see post ‘Not Seen Since the 80s – Carwyn’.

One of the UCNW students mentioned in my post ‘Just A Language Divide?’ who took up a job in the US after graduation – which seemed to have been arranged for her by the corrupt GP in the Student Health Centre, Dr DGE Wood and his wife, who was a senior lecturer in UCNW, after this young woman found out about the corruption in the North Wales Police – also knew about much wrongdoing in the Agri Dept. Unlike some people who were forced abroad by Wood et al into not very desirable jobs, this young woman landed a very good deal in a US university, despite her not having shown much interest in academic work. Her father was an Editor on ‘The Daily Telegraph’. The staff of the Student Health Centre knew about this because they made a reference to it one day.

Although I wasn’t studying agricultural economics, I took an interest in Richard Howarth’s work because I wondered how someone surrounded by the pillocks in the Agri Dept had found himself dining with Thatch. Howarth did actually have academic interests unlike a number of his colleagues – many of whom seemed to be simply mates of JB Owen’s – but it was all very standard 1980s Thatcherite stuff, recommending Adam Smith etc.

At one point Howarth looked as though he was going to be very influential. It became known that his group were the only people in the Agri Dept with any life in them and he appeared in the London-based press a few times. A few years after I graduated, I was told that one of Howarth’s team, Terry Thomas, was much in demand in high places and was nipping over to Europe as an advisor.

Things then died a death quite suddenly. Howarth disappeared from the University and a piece appeared in ‘Private Eye’, alleging that he had been driven out of north west Wales by much unpleasantness. The last I heard, Howarth was running a guest house. Years later Terry Thomas made headlines in the local Welsh press after suing the University, alleging that his health and life had been ruined by them.

This may be a coincidence, but it all fell apart after Mary sued Dafydd and at the time that the allegations concerning serious abuse of children in north Wales began surfacing.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ mentioned that in 1984-85, Thatcher’s henchman from the UGC, Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, planned to close UCNW down but had his arm twisted into allowing the institution to continue to exist by the PVC of UCNW Prof Alwyn Roberts, who was also a big name in the BBC and S4C. Alwyn Roberts knew that UCNW was run by people facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying children to Dolphin Square as well as to Thatcher’s friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison and many others.

During the late 1980s and the first few years of the 1990s, Richard Howarth was involved with various right wing and anti-EU groups – then the trail goes cold. Max Beloff was involved with similar groups and might well have known Howarth.

 

One of Max Beloff’s proudest achievements was the establishment of the University of Buckingham, the UK’s first private university.

 

The University of Buckingham was founded as the University College of Buckingham in 1973 – the first students were admitted in 1976. It was granted university status by Royal Charter in 1983.

The University was closely linked to Margaret Thatcher. As Education Secretary she oversaw the creation of the University College in 1973 and as PM she was instrumental in elevating it to a university in 1983. After retiring from politics in 1992, Thatch became the University’s Chancellor, a post she held until 1999.

Lord Hailsham, Quintin Hogg, succeeded Thatch as Chancellor. Hogg was the Tory MP for Oxford, 1938-50 and then for St Marylebone, 1963-70. Hogg was educated at Eton and Christ Church, Oxford. He migrated back and forth between the Commons and the Lords as a consequence of renouncing an hereditary peerage but then gaining a life peerage under Ted Heath. Hogg came from a long line of Hoggs who were all equally offensive. Hogg was a barrister and a keen mountain climber and his career with the Tory Party stretched back into the Pre-Cambrian era. He was First Lord of the Admiralty under Anthony Eden; Lord Privy Seal, Chair of the Tory Party and Lord Privy Seal, Leader of the Lords and Lord President of the Council under Supermac; Education Secretary under Alec Douglas-Home, Shadow Home Secretary under Heath and Lord Chancellor under Thatch. As Lord Chancellor, Hogg was preceded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Elwyn-Jones and succeeded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Michael Havers.

Hogg was disgusted by homosexuality at a time when he will have known that many of his colleagues were molesting underaged boys whilst being protected by the Lord Chancellor. It was Hogg who, after the Argies surrendered, joyfully declared that it was God wot won it for us. Only he said it in Latin, Boris-like, so the journos all had to scamper off to look it up. A case of ‘sane, paululum linguae latinae dico’ (‘sure, I speak a little Latin’), a la Manuel on Fawlty Towers when he stood behind the moose’s head and said ‘I speak English, I learn it from a book’ and gave the Major a shock.

Hogg transmitted the inherited trait to become a Tory Minister onto his son Douglas.

 

Sir Martin Wakefield Jacomb followed Hogg as Chancellor, 1999-10. Jacomb was Chairman of Canary Wharf Group. For details of how Canary Wharf was built upon the corpses of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’. Jacomb was a Vice-Chairman of Kleinwort Benson Ltd, 1976-85, and a Deputy Chairman of Barclays Bank, 1985-93.

Jacomb was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. He was a barrister, 1955-68 and then began his career in business. In 1986 Jacomb described insider trading as a ‘victimless crime’. Obviously in the same way that no-one was really harmed by Dafydd and the paedophiles, they just made it all up to receive compensation.

According to the University of Buckingham, Jacomb  ‘is a strong believer in the need for universities to be independent of the government’. He has written that if universities are ‘to nurture genuinely free and creative academic research’ and ‘be the guardians of liberty which a free society needs’ they must be independent of Gov’t funding. He maintained that Oxford University should become private in order to avoid an authoritarian Gov’t imposing restrictions on admissions and that Oxford’s academics will only be able to challenge prevailing opinion if they are independent of Gov’t funding. Dependence on Gov’t funding, Jacomb argues, has had disastrous effects on the HE sector in continental Europe.

I too have deep concerns over the way in which the UK’s universities have filled up with not very brave people who daren’t publish anything too critical of the state – it is a massive problem in health and social care research. But somehow I don’t think that the answer is to ensure that the same people end up being frightened of upsetting international financiers.

 

Martin Jacomb was succeeded as Chancellor by Lord Tanlaw aka Simon Mackay. Tanlaw takes a particular interest in the Far East, especially Malaysia. He was a Director of the family firm, Inchape plc, with many business interests in the region from 1967 to the mid-1990s, at which point the Mackay family’s involvement in the company ceased. Lord Tanlaw currently owns Fandstan Electric Group Ltd, a railway and engineering company.

Tanlaw has served as both President and Treasurer of the Sarawek Association and is a member of the Oriental Club, London and White’s. He was a member of the executive committee of the Great Britain-China Centre, 1981-88.

Simon Mackay was the unsuccessful Liberal candidate for Galloway in 1959, and by the late 1960s was joint Treasurer of the Scottish Liberal Party. So he’ll be well acquainted with David Steele and the other Liberals of that era who kept quiet about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

Tanlaw received his peerage in 1971. He sat as a crossbencher for many years, then as a Conservative.

Lord Tanlaw resigned as Chancellor of the University of Buckingham in 2013 but I haven’t yet found out why. He was succeeded by Tessa Keswick.

Tessa Keswick aka Lady Tessa Reay is the daughter of an aristocrat. Tessa married another aristocrat, the 14th Lord Reay. Lord Reay owns a substantial country estate in Wiltshire – just like Sir Peter Morrison’s father did. Lord Reay also owns an 18,000 acre shooting estate in the Angus Glens area of East Scotland.

Tessa is now married to Sir Henry Keswick. Sir Henry was educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge and owned ‘The Spectator’, 1975-80. Sir Henry is Chairman of Jardine Matheson Holdings Ltd, a company that he joined in 1961. He became a Director in 1967, MD in 1970 and Chairman in 1972. Sir Henry is Vice-Chairman of the Hong Kong Association and a member of the Council of the National Trust. He was previously Chairman of the National Portrait Gallery and is involved with ‘The Tablet’.

During the 2017 General Election, Sir Henry and Tessa donated £100k to the Conservative Party.

Sir Martin Jacomb will be delighted to hear how private universities are free of political bias from authoritarian Gov’ts.

The reason that I have blogged about Tessa’s male relatives rather than Tessa is that I can’t actually find much info about Tessa. I’ve found a photo of her but apart from the fact that she is Chancellor of the University of Buckingham, there is not a great deal about her readily available. Which suggests that she might have bagged her job on the strengths of her male relatives.

 

The University of Buckingham’s finances for teaching are derived entirely from direct student fees and endowments: it does not receive state funding, via HEFCE or otherwise. It has formal charity status. 

Some of the founding academics migrated from Oxford University, stating that they were disillusioned with ‘the late-1960s ethos’.

 

One of the founders of the University was John W. Paulley, a Top Doctor who enjoyed writing angry letters to ‘The Times’. On 27 May 1967, ‘The Times’ published a letter from Paulley, who wrote:

‘Is it now time to examine the possibility of creating at least one university in this country on the pattern of [the] great private foundations in the USA.’

Three London conferences followed which, the wiki entry for the University tells us, ‘explored this idea’.

The development of the University of Buckingham was linked to the right wing Institute of Economic Affairs (IEA), in particular to Harry Ferns and Lord Ralph Harris, the heads of the Institute. The University’s foundation-stone was laid by Thatch.

Harris was General Director of the IEA, 1957-88 and then served as Chairman. He was founding President from 1990 until his death in 2006. Harris served on the Council of the University of Buckingham, 1980-95.

Harris was Secretary of the Mont Pelerin Society from 1967 and its President, 1982-84. He was ‘a moving spirit in the Wincott Foundation and the founding of the Social Affairs Unit’. Harris was a founder of the No Turning Back group in 1985. He was Chairman of the Bruges Group, 1989-91. He was a Director of Murdoch’s Times Newspapers, 1988-01.

Harris helped set up a fighting fund to support Neil Hamilton’s libel actions against the BBC in 1986 and Mohamed Al Fayed in 1999. He was Chairman of Civitas from 2000 and also Chairman and then President of FOREST, the smokers’ rights campaigning group.

 

Max Beloff was the University of Buckingham’s first Vice-Chancellor.

Beloff was succeeded by Sir Alan Peacock, 1980-84, an economist and founder of the Economics Dept at the University of York. Peacock also held posts at the University of St Andrews, the LSE, Edinburgh University and Heriot-Watt University. He was Chief Economic Adviser to the DTI, 1973-76 and a Co-founder and the first Executive Director of the David Hume Institute.

Alan Peacock was followed as VC by Lord Richard Luce, 1992-96. Luce was educated at Wellington College and Christ’s College, Cambridge. After National Service in Cyprus, 1955–57, Luce briefly joined the Overseas Civil Service. He then worked for Gallaher Ltd as a brand manager (1963–65), before becoming marketing manager for the Spirella Company of Great Britain. In 1968–71 he was Director of the National Innovation Centre. From 1972-79, Luce was Chairman of IFA Consultants Ltd. Luce was also Chair of Selenex Ltd (1973–79) and of Courtenay Stewart International (1975–79).

Luce was first elected to the Commons as the Tory MP for Arundel and Shoreham in 1971. He retired from the Commons at the 1992 General Election. Days before the firebomb in Brighton (22 miles away from Arundel) killed the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Between 1979-82, Luce held Ministerial posts in the Foreign Office. In 1982, along with Lord Carrington, he resigned over Argentina’s invasion of the Falklands.

Luce returned to the Foreign Office in 1983, again as a Minister. In 1985, he was appointed as Minister for the Arts and Minister for the Civil Service. He resigned from that post in 1990.

Between 1997-2000, Luce was appointed Governor of Gibralter. He bagged his peerage in Oct 2000, after the Waterhouse Report had been safely published. In the same year, he became Lord Chamberlain – the Head of the Royal Household – a post he held until 2006. Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent her whole life as Lady-In-Waiting to HM the Queen Lilibet. During many of those years, Peter Morrison was abusing children, including children in care in north Wales.

 

In April 2012 Lord Luce was appointed by PM David Cameron as Chair of the  Crown Nominations Commission for the See of Canterbury, the commission set up to nominate the 105th Archbishop of Canterbury.

Lord Luce is President of the Voluntary Arts Network, the Royal Overseas League and is High Steward of Westminster Abbey.

Luce is from a family in which many members have reached very senior positions in the Forces, particularly the Royal Navy. Admiral Sir Alec Bingley was a man who had the most impressive of careers in the Royal Navy. He was, among other things, Commander in Chief of the Home Fleet during WWI; the Fifth Sea Lord and Deputy Chief of Naval Staff (Air) in 1954; Commander in Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces in the Mediterranean in 1959 and then Commander in Chief, Portsmouth. Sir Alec was married to Lady Juliet Bingley, who during her many her years with MIND, concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Sir Alec and Lady Juliet’s son William Bingley continued Lady Juliet’s good work in concealing the serious crimes, both in his capacity as legal director of MIND and then as CEO of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

It is very likely that Luce knew Sir Alec from Luce’s years in the Foreign Office.  Luce’s uncle was Sir David Luce, First Sea Lord, 1963–66, who would have certainly known Sir Alec. Luce’s sister Diana is married to retired Royal Navy Captain David Hart Dyke and his niece is comedian and actress Miranda Hart. The tall one who makes jokes about being desperate to get married and does a face at the camera every five minutes. When she’s not telling the jokes about her mother. The BBC know that women like that sort of comedy. And that when they say no they mean yes.

The University of Buckingham’s website informs us that Luce’s wife Lady Rose Luce sang in the choir of the University of Buckingham Alumni Association at the pre-Christmas do in 2013.

 

Since Sept 2015, Sir Anthony Seldon has been Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. Seldon is an historian and a biographer of recent PMs and the former Headmaster of Wellington College. What is less well-known is that prior to that, Seldon was Headmaster of Brighton College, which educated a number of paedophiles’ friends, including Keith Best, the former Tory MP for Anglesey, 1979-87 and Welsh Office Minister (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Seldon sits on the Advisory Board of another private university, A.C. Grayling’s venture, the New College of the Humanities, which seems to attract seriously rich students who have not got into Oxbridge. Seldon is the son of the economist Arthur Seldon, who co-founded the IEA and was Director of Academic Affairs at the IEA for 30 years.

Seldon is a thoughtful man but nonetheless is duped by flaky ideas. His pupils were encouraged to practice Mindfulness as pioneered by paedophiles’ friend Professor Mark Williams (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) and Seldon is Co-founder of Action for Happiness, the con perpetrated by Lord Richard Layard, husband of paedophiles’ friend Baroness Molly Meacher (see post ‘A Vintage Crop’).

 

The VC prior to Sir Anthony was Prof Terence Kealey, 2001-14, formerly of the Department of Clinical Biochemistry, Cambridge University. Kealey is a Top Doctor who trained at Bart’s and did his PhD at Balliol. Kealey opposes the public funding of science and believes that Thatch transformed schools and universities. Which I suppose she did.

A few days after Thatch was driven away from Downing Street wiping tears from her eyes, I was shopping in a supermarket with my friend – whilst we were both living in London and under attack from the paedophiles’ friends – and we were doing what those people who turn up on Andrew Neil’s TV programmes and make completely inaccurate predictions about the political year ahead describe as ‘assessing the legacy of Thatcher’. As we headed towards the checkout in the supermarket in Peckham – which had obviously been transformed by Thatcher as well – my friend observed ‘she’s ruined everything hasn’t she’. And I tried to think of something which had not been ruined by Thatch and I couldn’t. So we went back to my mate’s flat in Peckham – which had a huge iron portcullis thing on the door, after the door had been kicked in by burglars a few weeks previously – and we discussed the lunatic GP in Peckham whom my friend had seen a few days previously who had prescribed her something that would have caused her serious damage if she had been thick enough to take it.

My mate’s local MP was Harriet Harman who fought many an election on the ‘NHS is great’ ticket. Whilst my friend lived in Peckham she was sacked from her job at the Royal Television Society because she knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles and wanted to make a documentary about it- the destruction of my friend’s career was, I understand, something to do with Sir Paul Fox, one of Thatcher’s favourite media executives – and then my friend’s husband was driven out of his job at the BBC for the same reason.

Happy days Harriet! Young Labour Party activists’ careers ruined because their friend was targeted by those who were supplying Thatcher’s mate Sir Peter Morrison with boys.

Terence Kealey is an advocate of the privatisation of HE.

 

The School of Medicine at the University of Buckingham offers postgraduate programmes for qualified doctors and since 2015 has offered an undergraduate medical qualification at a cost of £35,000 per year. The University of Buckingham Medical School works in partnership with Milton Keynes NHS Trust and Milton Keynes University Hospital.

The Dean of the School of Medicine is none other than Karol Sikora, who was one of those among the crooks and fraudsters who worked at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was a postgrad there in 1986/87 (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’), although Sikora subsequently fell out with them in a big way. Sikora’s main aim as a Top Doctor seems to be to become even richer than he is already.

Sikora was a Foundation Fellow of Prince Charles’s now-defunct alternative medicine lobby group, The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health. The University of Buckingham ran a Diploma course in ‘integrated medicine’ that was later withdrawn under pressure from David Colquhoun, a campaigner against pseudoscience.

Sikora is Chair of the Faculty of Integrated Medicine, which is unaffiliated to any university but includes Rosy Daniel and Mark Atkinson, who co-ordinated the ‘integrated medicine’ course at the University of Buckingham. Rosy Daniel has been criticised by David Colquhoun for breaches of the Cancer Act 1939 regarding claims that she made for Carctol, a herbal dietary supplement which is ineffective in treating cancer.

 

Since the demise of the Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Heath, Prince Charles has been involved with the College of Medicine, a lobbying group for alternative medicine, which many suspect is just The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health with a new name on the door. Professor Andrew Miles is on the ‘scientific council’ of the College of Medicine.

Professor Andrew Miles is Senior Vice-President and Secretary General of the European Society for Person Centred Healthcare. He was formerly Professor of Clinical Epidemiology and Social Medicine as well as Deputy Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. He has previously held Chairs at Guy’s, King’s College London and St. Thomas’ Hospitals’ Medical School London and at St. Bartholomew’s and The Royal London Hospitals´ School of Medicine, London.

Andrew Miles trained in the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends at the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff.

Karol Sikora is also a ‘professional member’ of the College of Medicine.

 

The University of Buckingham also awards undergraduate and Masters degrees to students who have studied at the Sarajevo School of Science and Technology, a private university in Sarajevo.

The University of Buckingham validates courses in medicine at Medipathways College, a private college based in London which operates dentistry and medicine courses. In late 2014 Medipathways was found by the Higher Education Quality Assurance Agency ‘to be at serious risks of failure’. 

The University of Buckingham Press publishes in the areas of law, education and business. In 2006 the Press relaunched ‘The Denning Law Journal’. Presumably the Lord Denning who achieved notoriety for stating ‘Be ye ever so high the Law is above you’. But he must have made an exception in the case of the Birmingham Six when he declared that if their appeal was to succeed it would be an admission of corruption so serious and widespread which was such ‘an appalling vista’ that it was better that they should remain in prison even if they had been fitted up. Lord Denning subsequently stated that if they’d been hung it would have been easier all round because there wouldn’t be all this fuss.

And if the paedophiles’ friends had succeeded in killing me in one of their arson attempts on my house in the early 1990s, no-one would have to put up with this blog exposing the Top Doctors and their associates.

Good to know that the University of Buckingham named their Law Journal after the finest legal brain that the British judiciary has ever produced.

The University of Buckingham Press publishes other journals, including ‘The Journal of Gambling Business and Economics’. It has a co-publishing arrangement with Policy Exchange. The backgrounds of the questionable people involved with Policy Exchange were detailed in my post ‘Disgusting of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’.

 

Alumni of the University of Buckingham include Brandon Lewis, Tory MP for Great Yarmouth and currently Chairman of the Conservative Party; Mark Lancaster, Tory MP for Milton Keynes North; Graham Roos, appointed in 2011 as the University’s first Creative Artist in Residence – who earlier in his career worked with Pete Doherty, which might be something that the University of Buckingham does not want remembered – and James Henderson, the former CEO of Bell Pottinger.

 

John W. Paulley, the man who’s letter to ‘The Times’ set the University of Buckingham ball rolling, was a Top Doctor in Ipswich. He was the son of another Top Doctor who was also called John Paulley. John W. Paulley was educated at Epsom College and the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Following pre-reg and casualty posts, Paulley joined the RAF in 1940. He returned to the Middlesex Hospital after WWII.

Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain’s widow Jocelyn worked at the Middlesex – Chamberlain concealed a paedophile ring whilst he worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Jocelyn must have known that. The Middlesex has an influential alumni network.

The Royal College of Physicians website ‘Lives of The Fellows’ section explains that ‘frustrated by the inhibitions of an academic unit, [Paulley] was appointed consultant physician to the Ipswich Hospital in the hope, more than amply fulfilled, that he could better practice high quality medicine in the environment of a district general hospital. His medical unit rapidly gained a national reputation’.

The reality is that Paulley was involved in some highly unethical experiments on patients accompanied by a degree of law-breaking and was not supervised or held to account. This blog’s correspondent Richard Card has left many comments about Paulley’s activities at Ipswich – Richard was one of Paulley’s patients as a child.

The Royal College tells us that Paulley’s ‘studies in ulcerative colitis, first published in 1950, led to a special interest in inflammatory bowel disease and thereafter into psychosomatic relationships in the pathology of disease. These ideas were not confined to inflammatory bowel disease but expanded to include observations of potential contributory psychological factors in asthma, multiple sclerosis and rheumatoid arthritis. These promoted considerable resistance amongst numbers of more traditional physicians but at least in part are now widely accepted’.

The notion held by some Top Docs that many conditions were ‘psychosomatic’ caused serious problems on the occasions when those Top Docs failed to identify that a condition had an organic basis. Psychological factors play a major role in how people live with their conditions, but much harm was done when Top Doctors stubbornly clung to the belief that seriously ill people were suffering from ‘stress’ or ‘psychosomatic disorders’ – many people with gastrointestinal conditions, ulcers, ME/CFS and numerous other conditions failed to receive the appropriate care and treatment because of a touching belief that it was ‘all in their mind’ and some of those people died.

 

Paulley’s interest in psychosomatic conditions culminated in an ‘outstanding textbook’ – according to the Royal College of Physicians – written with a fellow general physician, H.E. Pelser, ‘Psychological Managements for Psychosomatic Disorders’, Berlin/New York, Springer-Verlag, c.1989. We are told by the Royal College that ‘those of us who worked with him as he explored patients’ attitudes and feelings, very often on his knees at their bedside (as a tall man it was the only way to get down to their level), could not fail to see the potential relationship between mind and body’.

One wonders what the patients thought was going on.

Paulley was of course ‘an excellent and devoted teacher and a great inspiration to those working with him, all of whom were encouraged to think ‘outside the box’. He developed postgraduate teaching in the hospital and was the first clinical tutor. He ran a weekly journal club requiring team members to present original papers, excluding those in ‘The Lancet’ or ‘BMJ’ (all were expected to have read these) or controlled clinical trials (because these rarely contained anything of new scientific interest!). He was one of the first consultants to develop a multidisciplinary team approach, including his own physiotherapist, dietician and dedicated nursing team’.

We can interpret this as ‘Paulley was a cult figure who adhered to bizarre notions, rejected science which attempted to be rigorous and led a little gaggle of staff who did exactly as he ordered, no matter how whackey or dangerous’.

Sounds a bit like Dafydd.

Paulley ‘regarded himself as always ‘on call’ for his inpatients, except during his yearly annual holidays. He immediately forged close working relationships with local practitioners, initially inviting them to join ward rounds, promoting seminars and then the establishment of the first vocational training scheme based on a district general hospital, which not only espoused all the principles of holistic care which he himself practised but also provided a curriculum based on weekly group tutorials, using what would now be called a problem-based self learning approach’.

It’s Dafydd again – ‘always on call’ can be a basis for complete domination of a patient and concealing of one’s abusive activities rather than dedication. If someone is always on call, that patient will be refused a service by other Top Docs no matter how desperate they are to escape.

 

Documents in my possession describe how Dafydd was fuming at senior staff in the NHS in north Wales because patients were ringing him up and taking the piss out of him. Dafydd was attending meetings and sending memos around stressing how he had to be available ’24 hours a day’ for ‘certain patients’ and that was why he couldn’t even install an answerphone to deal with the ‘nuisance calls’. This was a man who hardly ever turned up to his NHS clinics and who left sectioned patients to rot for many months in the North Wales Hospital without even visiting them. Who did the idiots running the NHS in north Wales think that Dafydd was receiving calls from at 3 am, calls that could not even be dealt with for a couple of hours by the answerphone? Not that Dafydd always knew who he was speaking to either. I’ll remind you Dafydd – ‘Is that Anna??? Is that Meri??? Hilary!!!!’ It wasn’t any of them you daft old bugger, although I’d love to know who they were….

Then there was the fictional Dr Angus McGregor who had been to medical school with Dafydd in Liverpool whom Dafydd remembered well from their student days, which was incredible because the whole scenario was conjured up by a Hergest patient whom Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned some years previously. Dafydd was a bit suspicious at first, but once Dr McGregor had told Dafydd that he’d heard that Dafydd was Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist and he was proud to have known him, all Dafydd’s defences were dropped.

There was a suggestion that a GP called Dr Finlay should give Dafydd a ring, but I don’t think even Dafydd would have fallen for that.

How the North Wales Hospital and Ysbyty Gwynedd claimed to ‘not know’ where Dafydd was when he hadn’t turned up to an NHS clinic or when a patient wanted to discuss a complaint I don’t know, because we all knew at which private clinic he was. It was either Bryn Heed (next to Safeways in Bangor), the Grosvenor Nuffield in Chester, the North Wales Medical Centre at Llandudno or even the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds (one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts), or on occasions a venue in Europe.

 

The Dafydd of Ipswich held an Honorary Fellowship from the University of Buckingham and was Vice-Chairman of their Planning Committee. The University of Buckingham also gave Paulley a DSc. There seems to have been rather a lot of this sort of thing happening at Buckingham – the founders of the University and their relatives were given the most senior academic positions and had honours bestowed upon them (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’).

Now where else have I witnessed such practices?

Paulley’s wife Deidre was also a Top Doctor and ‘developed counselling skills to help those with psychological disturbances’. In other words those who had been abused – probably sexually – by someone who’s offending was being concealed. The phrase ‘developed counselling skills’ suggests that Deirdre made them up as she went along rather than adhering to any known programme/school of thought etc. John W. Paulley supported Deirdre’s development of the very successful Stockwell Centre (for counselling) in Colchester, which was founded in 1976.

Deirdre helped those with psychological disturbances in Ipswich. So Deirde will have known who those involved in the paedophile gang in Suffolk were and what the role of Lord Henniker was (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Peter Righton, the social work academic who was also a paedophile and a founder member of PIE, for a time lived in a cottage on Lord Henniker’s estate. Children in the care of Hackney and Islington Councils were taken to Suffolk on trips – including to Henniker’s estate – and holidays and some complained of being abused there.

 

I have not been able to find out very much at all about John Allen before he arrived in north Wales in 1968 and set up the Bryn Alyn Community, but I have been told that he came from Suffolk. Near Ipswich. I would like to know whether Allen set up shop in north Wales because he knew that there were two very helpful psychiatrists working in the North Wales Hospital who would do anything in return for money and privileges, or whether those two psychiatrists joined in the bonanza once John Allen’s business got off the ground.

John Allen’s arrival in north Wales was followed by the arrival of a whole flurry of people who had found themselves in possession of enough money to buy an isolated old building and convert it into a ‘children’s home’. Kids were abused in all of these homes, in pretty much the same way by the same people. There was a lot of traffic in terms of staff moving between the homes.

The ‘Save The Children’ website has some very interesting snippets about the history of children’s homes in north Wales. Many of those homes which later became notorious for being the sites of serious abuse in the 1970s and 80s had been established in the late 19th or early 20th century. There seems to have been an awful lot of children’s homes in north Wales and a cluster around Wrexham. I’m not sure why – north Wales was not a heavily populated region but it was poor and some industries such as quarrying resulted in the deaths of considerable numbers of men at a young age as a result of industrial accidents. Some cohorts of the quarrymen had a very short lifespan anyway, I think for the lowest ranking group of workers it was about 37 yrs of age. So there might have been a lot of orphans about, or just people who were too poor to look after their children. Or there might be some other explanation…

 

The Paulleys had four children – Sarah, Robert, Amanda and Julian. Julian was a chip off the old nepotistic block, he trousered a law degree from the University of Buckingham. Julian Paulley worked as a solicitor in London, specialising in employment/financial/tax/business/intellectual property/wills and probate law. He died in 2013.

The Royal College tells us that John W. Paulley ‘was one of the great general physicians of his generation. A big and somewhat superficially daunting man, he could be somewhat didactic and a powerful defender of his own views, but he listened to others. He was entirely honest, kind and in many ways a gentle man.’

He was a total git but he was hiding his true nature…

 

My correspondent Richard Card has also mentioned that Suffolk was the base of Leonard Cheshire and Sue Ryder. In the 1960s Leonard Cheshire Homes residents became the subject of group psychiatric research for three years. The research was commissioned by the Dept of Health and was conducted by the Tavistock Institute. The details of this research are not available, under the Attorney General’s custodianship rules.

The Tavistock Institute has concealed criminality and abuse for years.

 

John W. Paulley contributed to a 1965 volume, ‘Psychosomatic Disorders in Adolescents and Young Adults’, which covered the Proceedings of a Conference Held by the Society for Psychosomatic Research at the Royal College of Physicians, London, November 1960′.

The conference considered ‘psychosomatic disorders occurring between the ages of 15-25 years and discusses the mental transformation from childhood to adult maturity. This book is organized into eight sessions encompassing 26 chapters. The first two sessions review the concepts of mental health and the psychosexual development in adolescence. The next sessions look into the issues of teenage pregnancy, menstrual disorders, emotional sweating, male sexual disorders, epilepsy in adolescence and psychosomatic aspects of acne vulgaris. These topics are followed by discussions on stress-related disorders, including tuberculosis and acute appendicitis. The remaining sessions describe certain aspects of mental transformation, such as the link between family and emotional maturity and fitness for marriage’.

This was the sort of thing that Dafydd and co were ‘trained’ in. It is well worth paying a bit of attention to this volume and some of those who contributed.

John Paulley Chaired the session ‘Concepts of Mental Health; The Adolescent in industry; The Adolescent in the University’.

Dr Kenneth Soddy Chaired the session ‘The Psycho-sexual Development in Adolescence’.

Kenneth Soddy worked as a psychiatrist in London and was at one point the head of the Psychology Department at UCH. So Soddy was overseeing the activities of Marjorie Wallace and the Count et al at UCH (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).Soddy also spent some time working in Devon in the mid-60s. At one point he lived with his family in the grounds of Hellingly Hospital in East Sussex. Kenneth Soddy died in 1986.

Soddy came from a family of Top Doctors, a number of whom emigrated to the US, Australia and South Africa.

Aleck Bourne Chaired the intriguing sounding session on ‘Pregnancy in Adolescents; Menstrual Disorders; Observations on Emotional Sweating During the Menstrual Cycle; Sexual Disorders in Males.

I’m disappointed that Dafydd and co never diagnosed ’emotional sweating during the menstrual cycle’ in me, I obviously missed out there.

Aleck Bourne was a well-known gynaecologist who became famous as a result of his trial in 1938 for performing an illegal abortion on a 14 year old rape victim. Bourne later became a pro-life activist.

Bourne was educated at Rydal School in Colwyn Bay and at Downing College, Cambridge. He undertook his clinical training at St Mary’s Hospital. and served with the British Army in Egypt and France, 1914-1917.

A keen yachtsman, Bourne was a member of several yacht clubs during the 1930s and in 1933 won the Royal Corinthian’s Yacht Club’s cup for the best cruiser of the year.

In 1938, Bourne was arrested after performing an ‘operation without fee’ at St Mary’s Hospital to terminate the pregnancy at six weeks of a 14 year old girl who had been sexually assaulted by five off-duty British soldiers in the Royal Horse Guards. She had asked for a termination at St Thomas’s Hospital but was sent away on the grounds that she ‘might be carrying a future PM’, a fairly standard line used when Top Docs do not want to perform a termination. No-one ever says to such patients ‘you might be carrying the next Hitler/Harold Shipman/Dafydd’. Rosemary’s Baby!

Bourne stood trial at the Central Criminal Court in July 1938, but was acquitted on charges of procuring abortion. His actions were later defended by ‘The Lancet’ as ‘an example of disinterested conduct in consonance with the highest traditions of the profession’.

Bourne’s defence had been based upon the Infant Life (Preservation) Act 1992, under which the only recognised justification for the termination of a pregnancy was if the life of the woman was in danger. Bourne’s defence was that the inevitable subsequent emotional and psychological trauma that the girl would experience would be a risk to her life.

If a Top Doctor today gave this reason for performing a termination on a 14 year old victim of multiple sexual assault, no-one would question it. In 1938 attitudes were very different. Yet there are a number of questions that arise from Bourne’s case.

Abortion was effectively illegal in 1938, although any woman with a bit of spare money would be able to find a Top Doctor to perform one if she knew who to ask. Women with no money risked their lives or did not have abortions. History tells us that Tommy’s turned the girl away. Yet historical accounts from people who worked at that institution confirm that abortions were performed by Top Doctors there and frequently. Perhaps the Top Doctors at Tommy’s always demanded payment and the girl didn’t have the money?

We are told that Bourne terminated the pregnancy at six weeks. In 1938, there were none of the sort of pregnancy tests which are available at present which can detect a positive test within days of a missed period. In 1938 women waited…and waited…and waited…Sometimes for weeks before anyone took their concerns about a pregnancy seriously. Particularly in a girl as young as 14. Even a Top Doctor, in 1938, would have great difficulty in firmly diagnosing a pregnancy of six weeks. That’s pretty embryonic and Bourne won’t have had the equipment to detect an embryo.

Sexually assaulted by five soldiers? It sounds horrific, what with soldiers being a bit rough, not like Top Doctors who’s only goal in life is to relieve suffering.

If Aleck Bourne had been reported for performing an abortion on someone in 1938 he would be in a great deal of trouble. There was a criminal investigation into his actions which ended up at the Old Bailey. A story involving five soldiers and an embryo was the only thing that was going to keep Bourne out of prison.

I can find no references to any attempts to find the five soldiers and prosecute them, although details about them were given.

During the 1960s, Bourne became a founding member of the Society for the Protection of Unborn Children, which was organised in opposition to the Abortion Act 1967. In his memoirs Bourne wrote:

Those who plead for an extensive relaxation of the law [against abortion] have no idea of the very many cases where a woman who, during the first three months, makes a most impassioned appeal for her pregnancy to be ‘finished,’ later, when the baby is born, is thankful indeed that it was not killed while still an embryo. During my long years in practice I have had many a letter of the deepest gratitude for refusing to accede to an early appeal.

This does sometimes happen and there are Top Doctors who have genuine conscientious objections to abortion. However there is a great deal of hypocrisy in some circles regarding abortion. I know of Top Docs and Angels who have taken a hard anti-abortion line in public but who positively demanded that people in their own families have an abortion because the pregnancy was inconvenient to them.

My post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ describes how in north Wales local Top Doctors organised themselves to ensure that NHS abortions were virtually unobtainable until the late 1980s. The Top Docs who took such a high moral tone with disadvantaged local women requesting abortions cheerily sent their more affluent patients in the direction of private abortion clinics in Chester. There was complete collusion with a situation in which disadvantaged women – including the girls who were victims of the paedophile gang – could not obtain abortions, yet the families and friends of the Top Docs and Angels themselves had access to abortion on demand. It wouldn’t surprise me if there had been a financial arrangement with the private clinics in Chester, they were making a bomb out of the committed anti-abortionists of north Wales.

There is no explanation of Bourne’s drastic change of heart anywhere. I suspect that like so many Top Doctors – particularly of Bourne’s generation – he did what he felt like. Including performing an abortion – which might have been for money, we only had Bourne’s word that it was ‘without fee’. Whatever Top Doctors have been caught doing, they always claim to have been doing it on compassionate grounds, even Harold Shipman used that rationale.

Bourne continued serving as consulting gynaecologist to St Mary’s Hospital and to the Samaritan Hospital for Women as well as consulting obstetric surgeon to Queen Charlotte’s Hospital before his eventual retirement and death in December 1974, aged 88.

Geoffrey Chamberlain worked as a consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist at Queen Charlotte’s Hospital whilst Aleck Bourne worked there. Chamberlain spent years concealing the organised abuse of children and towards the end of his career at St George’s Hospital Medical School he was caught in a scandal involving the biggest research fraud that had ever been exposed (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’)

Geoffrey Chamberlain was in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve, 1955-74, ending his career with them as a surgeon commander. So he’ll have been plugged into the Gwynne the lobotomist/Sir Alec Bingley network.

 

Another contributor to the volume of conference proceedings was Dr Emanuel Miller. Miller Chaired the session ‘The Family and Emotional Maturity; Fitness for Marriage’.

Emanuel Miller was a ‘Regent’s Park psychiatrist’, a military psychiatrist and one of the founders of child psychiatry who worked at Harley House.

Dr Emanuel Miller was father of an even more famous Top Doc – self-styled polymath Sir Jonathan Miller.

Jonathan Wolfe Miller is a theatre and opera director, actor, author, television presenter, humourist and Top Doctor. He specialised in neurology in the late 1950s and came to prominence in the early 1960s with his role in Beyond the Fringe. Miller began directing operas in the 1970s and has since become one of the world’s leading opera directors with several classic productions to his credit. He has written/presented more than a dozen BBC documentaries.

Miller grew up in St John’s Wood, in a well-connected Jewish family. He was educated at Taunton School and St Paul’s School, London. While at St Paul’s School, Miller became close friends with future Top Doctor Oliver Sacks and Oliver’s best friend Eric Korn – friendships which remained crucial throughout the rest of their lives.

Oliver Sacks is a neurologist who, like Jonathan Miller, found fame as a polymath. Sacks passed through the Middlesex Hospital – he was from a family of Top Doctors, some of who were also associated with the Middlesex – before leaving the UK and building his career in the US. Sacks’s writings caught the media’s and public’s imagination, probably because he gave his books titles like ‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’. In the final years of his life Sacks revealed that he was gay.

Eric Korn was yet another polymath, but unlike his mates Miller and Sacks, Korn wasn’t a Top Doctor. Korn was a marine zoologist and taught the subject at Southampton, Toronto and Liverpool.

Another place that was well-known for marine zoology was UCNW.

Eric Korn wrote for ‘The Guardian’ and was also a regular on Radio 4’s ‘Round Britain Quiz’.

Miller, Sacks and Korn attracted the observation from fawning people that they ‘are quite the cleverest man that I have ever met’. One therefore wonders how Miller and Korn missed Jimmy Savile whilst they were hanging out at the BBC.

 

Miller studied at St John’s College, Cambridge where he was a member of the Cambridge Apostles. He did his clinical training at UCH. Whilst a student, Miller was in the Cambridge Footlights. Miller performed on a number of radio and TV shows whilst a student. He qualified as a Top Doctor in 1959 and then worked as a house officer for two years, including at the Central Middlesex Hospital for gastroenterologist Sir Francis Avery Jones.

Francis Avery Jones was a Welsh Top Doctor – he was born in Carmarthenshire – who was educated at the Sir John Leman High School in Suffolk. He undertook his medical training at Bart’s Hospital Medical School – which is where Lady Juliet Bingley had worked as an almoner (social worker) and where her father had been a surgeon. Avery Jones was born in 1910, so he will have been of the vintage to have known both Lady Juliet and her father. Professor Linford Rees who concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales for many years worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Avery Jones worked at the Central Middlesex until 1974. He was also consultant to St Mark’s Hospital, 1948-78 – Lady Juliet also worked at St Mark’s – and to the Royal Navy, 1950-78.

Avery Jones Chaired the King Edward VII Hospital Fund Development and Emergency Bed Service Committee,and the DHSS’s Advisory Committee on Medical Records.

Lord Simon Glenarthur was Chairman of the King Edward VII Hospital – Glenarthur was a Director of the MDU. Simon Glenarthur was also a Health Minister under Secretary of State Ken Clarke and was substantially responsible for the ‘tainted blood’ scandal, in which thousands of NHS patients contracted Hepatitis and HIV after being given infected blood products. Glenarthur was hanging around in the DoH whilst Jimmy Savile was appointed to the management team of Broadmoor.

 

Avery Jones will have known that his colleagues were libelling patients as well as forging medical records, so presumably it was dear old Avery who ensured that the decision as to whether to give patients access to their own records had to be made by the Top Doctors ‘with the best interests of the patient’ in mind. Which enabled Dafydd and the paedophiles to simply repeat for nearly 20 years that it was not in my best interests to have access to my records. Because if I did I would have found out that they had detailed their own criminality as well as their plans to frame me and have me imprisoned or banged up in a secure hospital.

My post ‘Gwlad Y Menig Gwynion’ described how a copy of a 1988 application of mine for a research job in gastroenterology turned up in my medical records. The application was not for a job in Wales, so I wonder how the paedophiles’ friends got their paws on it.

Francis Avery Jones died in Chichester in 1998. Chichester is 28 miles away from Brighton, the scene of the firebomb attack in 1992 which killed five witnesses to the criminality of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. John Allen owned brothels in Brighton to which the kids in care from north Wales were trafficked.

Avery Jones was a mentor to the best – his Indie obituary was written by none other than Sir Richard Doll, who had worked for him.

The Central Middlesex Hospital borders Brent – the location of a paedophile ring as well as of neglect and abuse in the mental health and children’s services (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’).

 

Jonathan Miller helped to write and produce ‘Beyond the Fringe’, which premiered at the Edinburgh Festival in Aug 1960. This launched, in addition to his own, the careers of Alan Bennett, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. Miller quit the show in 1962, and took over as Editor and presenter of the BBC’s arts programme  ‘Monitor’ in 1965. The ‘Monitor’ appointment arose because Miller had approached Huw Wheldon about taking up a place on the BBC’s director training course.

Huw Wheldon was a big name at the BBC for years. He came from north Wales, went to Friar’s School in Bangor along with a number of the paedophiles’ friends and remained a good friend to the paedophiles’ friends throughout his life – he was a Governor of the LSE and UCNW (Bangor University) when UCNW was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Creme de la Creme’).

Miller directed stage-plays during 1960s and produced and directed for TV. In 1968 Miller produced a TV adaptation of M.R. James’s 1904 ghost story ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’. Which sounds dreadful if one imagines one of Dafydd’s mates saying it.

By 1970, Miller had mounted a National Theatre Company production of ‘The Merchant of Venice’, starring dear, dear, Larry Olivier.

Miller held a Research Fellowship in the history of medicine at UCL, 1970-73. UCL was host to a number of paedophiles’ friends, among them Marjorie Wallace and the Count (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

In 1974, Miller started directing and producing operas for Kent Opera and Glyndebourne and for the English National Opera. Society psychopath Dr Cathy Wilson of St George’s Medical School who worked for Geoffrey Chamberlain whilst he concealed a paedophile ring used to frequent those locations, as well as all the major theatres in London.

For a time, Miller was a Vice-President of the Campaign for Homosexual Equality. It was alleged that some branches of CHE were fronts for paedophilia, including the Chester branch. 

Miller became Chair of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe Board of Directors.

For details of how Michael Grade offered Samuel Brittan – brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who was at the time busy concealing the organised abuse of children and mental health patients – his ticket to the Edinburgh Fringe in a shameless bit of toadying after the box office at the Fringe had refused to pull strings to secure Brittan a ticket after the Fringe had sold out, see post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work?’

 

In 1984, Miller studied neurosurgery with Dr. Sandra Witelson at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, before becoming a neuropsychology Research Fellow at the University of Sussex the following year. The Sussex University that is located at Brighton.

Miller wrote and presented the television series ‘Madness’, a five-part series which ran on PBS in 1991. It featured a brief history of madness and interviews with psychiatric researchers, clinical psychiatrists, and patients in therapy sessions. I’ve never seen it and I don’t think that I want to, although I would no doubt learn something from the selection of people whose work and ideas Miller chose to foreground. In 1991, I and three other witnesses to the criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles were hounded out of our jobs and there were two attempts to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) (see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’). St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital concealed and colluded the criminality in north Wales in the early months of 1991 (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

 

Miller married Helen Rachel Collet, another Top Doctor, in 1956. They have two sons and a daughter. Miller lives in Camden. His eldest son, Tom, is a photographer, his second child, William, works in the TV business and his youngest child, Kate, also works in TV.

One of my friends worked with William Miller at the BBC in the late 1980s and observed that William ‘was really fucked-up and obsessed with his father’. That was my friend who found himself forced out of the BBC after it became known that his wife knew what had happened to me in north Wales and wanted to make a documentary about it.

So I was interested when in 2012, the ‘Mail Online’ published a rather unflattering profile of Jonathan Miller, characterising him as an indulged grandiose twat. It made much of Jonathan’s hissy fit after receiving a knighthood only for his services to the arts and not for services to medicine. Well Jonathan, as your contribution to medicine seems to have been to assist in the concealing of the serious criminality on the part of Dafydd and other Top Docs, no doubt you’ll be given a peerage soon.

The ‘Mail Online’ article claimed that Miller felt ‘uncherished’ by his mother while, according to Miller’s late sister Sarah (who also worked in TV), their father – the founder of child psychiatry who Chaired conference sessions on young people’s emotional maturity and fitness for marriage – would slam doors saying that ‘nobody cared’ and that Miller senior ‘always had to be the centre of attention or there was trouble’.

Jonathan’s son William has spoken of how his own education was sacrificed on the altar of his parents’ socialist ideology. Although the Millers could easily have afforded private education for their children, all three were sent to London comprehensives.

William described it as ‘the most cavalier of social experiments’. His days at Pimlico Comprehensive were ruled by a sense of ‘tyranny and terror’. Classrooms were a ‘warzone’. At 16, William begged to be sent to Bedales, but ‘the damage had already been done’. The three children left school without an academic qualification between them. One wonders how they landed the sort of plum jobs that normally require degrees from the more prestigious universities…

 

Jonathan’s network at Cambridge included David Frost and the Footlights crowd, many of whom later became part of the Hampstead liberal elite. One of them was Graham Chapman who found fame with Monty Python, who used to seek out teenaged boys for sex and who adopted a 13 year old runaway from Liverpool. People who knew Chapman maintained that his relationship with this teenager – John Tomiczec – was not really fatherly. Chapman was a regular visitor to Snowdonia and John accompanied him. Chapman was questioned by the police concerning his relationship with John, but Chapman reminded the plod that he was a Top Doctor so he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone. Chapman trained at Bart’s. See post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’ for further info on Chapman and John Tomiczec.

John died young – not long after Chapman – in 1992. Same year as those five witnesses to the abuse of kids in care were killed by the firebomb in Brighton.

Graham Chapman was friendly with both Neil Innes and Viv Stanshall, who were members of the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band. Neil Innes gave a performance at Theatre Gwynedd in Bangor in 1984 and my friend went to see it. He and some other students went out to a pub in Bangor with Innes afterwards, although – unlike after George Melly visited Theatre Gwynedd – I was not told that Innes offered a 16 year old boy money to have sex with him.

Viv Stanshall was the man responsible for writing and narrating Sir Henry At Rawlinson End, a well-known masterpiece. Although he was very funny, Viv Stanshall had quite a troubled life and was diagnosed as having manic depression – he was hospitalised at least once. Viv Stanshall was found dead in his bed in March 1995, after a freak accident caused a fire. One account that I read maintained that Viv inadvertently set fire to his bedding whilst he was smoking a fag in bed, but other accounts attributed the fire to other causes. There were no witnesses. Viv was found dead as the demands for a public inquiry into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales became deafening, not long before William Hague ordered Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the police paperwork relating to child abuse in the region.

There is a vintage clip of the Bonzos featuring Graham Chapman, Neil Innes and Viv and they are introduced as being ‘from Mitcham’. Mitcham is part of the area of south London which was the location of the south London paedophile ring which was facilitated by Wandsworth Social Services and in the 1980s St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital. Dafydd and Lucille had a direct link to the people who concealed the gang. One member of the gang was Oliver Broooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, a colleague of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Viv Stanshall was a friend of Radio 1 DJ John Peel – Peel recorded one of the tributes to Viv after he died.

 

 

 

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed my observations regarding how the Cool Cymru explosion based upon some high profile Welsh rock bands coincided perfectly with the growing publicity regarding the possibility that a paedophile ring involving VIPs had operated and indeed continued to do so in north Wales. The phenomenon that was Cool Cymru snowballed throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry and reached fever pitch in 1999, at the time of the establishment of the National Assembly for Wales. Welsh rock bands such as Catatonia, the Manic Street Preachers, the Super Furry Animals and Stereophonics became world famous and every self-respecting Welsh politician ensured that they were photographed attending a concert featuring one of these bands.

The 28 May 1999 saw the official opening of the National Assembly. HM Queen Lilibet and Prince Charles turned up, although Blair didn’t, he claimed to be too busy with PMQs at Westminster. Lilibet re-signed a copy of the Government of Wales Act, the measure which set up the Assembly, which was handed to her by Attorney General, paedophiles’ friend John Morris (see post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’). Afterwards Lilibet and the assembled guests were  entertained with a song in Welsh from Charlotte Church, then aged 13, who was accompanied by one of four harpists. One of those harpists was Elinor Bennett, wife of Plaid Cymru leader Dafydd Wigley. Dafydd Wigley had no idea what a paedophile was, although Gwynedd County Council, whose offices were just around the corner from his office, were employing loads of them (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Blair did make it over to Cardiff Bay later on in the day, to attend the ‘Voices of a Nation’ concert with Lilibet. The Manic Street Preachers very wisely boycotted the event, although Shakin’ Stevens – who’s manager was a mate of Rhodri Morgan’s (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) – and the best PR gurus that the north Wales NHS has ever had, Mike Peters and his band The Alarm, played. Max Boyce also joined in the singing.

Max Boyce achieved fame in the 1970s as a boisterous comedian/singer whose stage act involved a giant leek and much discussion about drinking great quantities with The Lads and Rugby, as well as anecdotes about him and his mates hitting Soho on trips to Twickers. So imagine my surprise when about four years ago I was told by One Who Knew that Max Boyce was gay. When I told Brown this and told him who had given me the info, Brown asked me if this person had found out about Max’s orientation by ‘peddling his arse’. The answer was of course yes.

Presumably a case of ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’.

Sir Anthony Hopkins, who starred as the murdering psychiatrist in ‘The Silence Of The Lambs’, sent a message to the ‘Voices Of The Nation’ concert, as did the Welsh rock band Stereophonics. The message from Stereophonics was of course sent some years before band member Stuart Cable died by choking on his own vomit after a binge-drinking session.

 

Cool Cymru was part of a wider phenomenon, Cool Britannia, in which even higher profile rock stars from England were invited to knees-ups at Number 10 with Tony and Cherie. Blair shamelessly milked the publicity as much as possible and in 1999 even appointed Spice Girl Geri Halliwell as a Goodwill Ambassador for the UN Population Fund.

Scream if you want to go faster Blair!

Geri was no socialist – her idol was Margaret Thatcher, whom Geri claimed was the ‘original Spice Girl’ and embodied ‘female empowerment’. Which has been used to excuse a great many idiocies in recent years, including Geri appearing everywhere wearing her Union Jack dress which was carefully tailored to display her undies. Which defeats the point of a dress really. Geri the empowered woman later revealed that this role model for wimmin had experienced years of anorexia and serious depression. I am sympathetic to anyone with such problems but I really do wish that they’d stop telling the rest of us that they’re our role models. Geri’s mate Posh Spice and her husband David Beckham were even bigger and better role models than Geri and I would imagine judging from the appearance of Posh had even bigger and better eating disorders. I was always interested in the packaging of Posh as Posh – Very, Very Rich Spice would have been a more appropriate name.

Things went a bit pear shaped for Blair when one of those whose company he had cultivated – Noel or Liam Gallagher, I’ve forgotten which one – gave a media interview in which he explained that they were ‘lads’ and had therefore pursued the harmless pastimes that all grown men who describe themselves as lads do, such as breaking into other people’s cars and ripping out the stereos.

Cool Britannia was a wider phenomenon than just music and embraced a number of artists and other cultural figures, who, despite their claims of being not in the least bit establishment, seemed to subscribe to a solidly neoliberal ideology and were plainly in pursuit of as much dosh as possible. By 2011 Tracey Emin – Mad Tracey From Margate – was swearing her allegiance to the Tory Party and had dined with Cameron. As Tracey’s career had been given a substantial boost by Charles Saatchi when he purchased her ‘Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995’ tent, that was probably unsurprising.

When Emin et al were gaining so much publicity and making so much money from their sharks in tanks, unmade beds etc, I knew an artist in north Wales from a previous generation who had long since been a victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles. He used to get very angry about Emin et al and repeatedly told me that success in the art world was predicated entirely upon ‘cocaine and champagne’ and assured me that there was a healthy trade in ‘boys’ for people like David Hockney. At first I wondered if he was just reflecting popular beliefs about the rich n famous, but on occasions he gave me names and details which suggested that he had considerable knowledge about certain people, including Hockney and Francis Bacon.

The staff of the Hergest Unit dismissed this man as a total lunatic. If they’re reading this blog they might have wished that they had listened to his ramblings a little more closely now – because I did and I found out some very interesting things…

How are you all getting on up there in the Hergest?? You all know who I’m talking about and you’ve got no idea what he told me about during all those years have you…

This man maintained that Tracey et al really were the King’s New Clothes and that their success was based upon matters other than their ‘art.’ He maintained that, for example, he could fix a dog turd to a long piece of wire and design a mechanism by which the turd revolved around a lit light bulb, call it ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and that if he allowed certain influential people to have sex with him, he would achieve success. I and a friend were really taken by the idea of ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and tried to encourage him to actually build that installation, but sadly he didn’t. The only part of his plan which I don’t think would have worked was the bit where he would offer his body to benefactors – he had forgotten that he was no longer a teenager but was nearly 50.

This man did of course know all the local artists in north Wales of his generation, including those who became famous such as Peter Prendergast and Ed Povey. They all knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles and furthermore they knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles had done to this man…Then there was Paul Webster, the total bastard who taught art at Coleg Menai about whom the students made constant complaints but there was never any action…

I also discovered from the inspiration behind Turd Eclipsing The Sun that Everybody Hated Kyffin. That’s the Kyffin Williams who taught Michael Mansfield art when Mansfield was young. Kyffin was the most famous artist to come out of north Wales. What was the secret of his success? Simple – Kyffin was born into a wealthy family and was rich enough to establish his own gallery…

 

The joys of Cool Britannia were not lost upon the wider circle of the paedophiles’ victims. I remember many conversations taking place in the Hergest Unit whilst the events described in my posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and The Banality Of Evil’ took place, regarding the merits or otherwise of Oasis, Pulp and Blur. The Hergest patients did not of course benefit from A Very Big House In The Country, but the paedophiles’ friends who were imprisoning them, neglecting them so severely that they were left destitute and driving them to suicide, frequently did have Very Big Houses In The Country. Property prices were very low in north Wales at that time because of the wrecked local economy, so a paedophiles’ friend on anything above £40k – or indeed a married couple of paedophiles’ friends both working as Angels or social workers – could live a good life. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had three houses (at least) and he was not alone in that respect.

 

What I noticed during Cool Cymru was the elevation to international superstar status of people who I remembered when they were teenagers playing in local bands in Gwynedd. In the 1980s Gwynedd did have a thriving music scene but musicians from north Wales were cold-shouldered by the wider rock world. When I was an undergrad a group called Fay Ray were locally very popular and everyone became excited when one of those involved with managing or promoting The Police signed Fay Ray up. People imagined that Fay Ray were now going to hit the big time, but they didn’t. The man who was the leading light in the band continued managing Cob Records in Bangor and I think that he later went to work in Bangor University. No-one became superstars although Fay Ray were very, very good. Everyone ‘knew’ that rock bands from north Wales could be brilliant but they would not be given the big breaks because they were, well, a bit too Welsh. Fay Ray were an English language band as well, the Welsh language rockers were utterly marginalised.

So imagine my surprise ten years later when local musicians from north west Wales – and one of them from Llanllechid, the village in which I lived – became hugely famous as the deaths of vulnerable people soared in that very village and the surrounding area.

The highest profile of those musicians from north Wales was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees. Ioan was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang carried on business within the Council’s children’s homes unhindered and the Arfon Community Mental Health Team threatened patients, lied about them in court and generally made their lives as unpleasant as possible. Most members of the Arfon CMHT were social workers employed By Gwynedd County Council. Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes was Ioan’s Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer who was involved in the perjury and forged documentation in the serial attempts to have me imprisoned, was Gwynedd County Council’s lawyer under Ioan Bowen Rees.

My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ details the other gangsters and crooks who were employed by Ioan and also describes how Ioan’s neighbours in Llanllechid actually lived – the service users and people on limited incomes who lived in the old quarrymen’s cottages whilst Ioan et famille lived in their Very Big House In The Country down a private lane, surrounded by beech trees lest they clapped eyes on the people who were virtually destitute as a result of Ioan’s mismanagement. Or indeed lest those being screwed over clapped eyes on the style in which Ioan lived. If people had grasped the wider picture, Ioan’s house would probably have been one house that wasn’t a holiday cottage owned by English people to have gone up in flames.

It was accepted that Ioan Bowen Rees and his ilk formed an elite in Gwynedd – they and their friends and relatives landed the plum jobs and everybody else was frozen out. The common perception was that this was a result of anti-English feeling – it wasn’t, it was corruption. It was sometimes dressed up as Welsh language rights and patriotism but I knew Welsh people who’s lives had been ruined by that lot. Furthermore, none of the thugs employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team spoke Welsh or were even learning it, although Gwynedd Social Services had a policy which stated that all such staff had to be Welsh speaking. Welsh people who knew about that policy constantly wondered what was going on with the Arfon Team – the whole lot of them could have been dismissed on language grounds, yet alone on the grounds of serious criminal activity. I don’t think that Keith Fearns even knew how to say bore da or diolch.

So how did the offspring of the paedophiles’ friends who ruled Gwynedd but were not recognised outside of Wales achieve fame and fortune – the offspring who provided such a positive image of Wales and Welsh youth just as former kids in care in north Wales told the Waterhouse Inquiry how they had been beaten, starved, forced to labour for local businesses free of charge, buggered, gang raped, trafficked across the UK and even to Europe for sex work and had been arrested themselves when they had asked the police for help?

A clue was provided in an interview with Rhys Mwyn in the ‘Daily Post’ in 2016. Rhys Mwyn is a former Welsh punk musician who was a member of the band Yr Anhrefn from Bangor which was formed in 1982. Rhys moved into production/management and journalism and has talked a great deal about how difficult it was for people in the Welsh rock scene to get a break. Rhys remembered that Sain ‘wouldn’t budge’ and that Radio Cymru ignored them.

Sain is the Welsh language label that was established by Welsh folk singer and language campaigner Dafydd Iwan. Sain dominated everything musical in north west Wales for years and anyone who wanted to be anyone grovelled to Dafydd Iwan to get a contract with Sain.

Dafydd Iwan is the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and penned a tribute to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. A real tribute, not a piss-take. I have tried in vain to access a copy, but it seems to be unavailable, although it can still be seen among the various lists of Dafydd Iwan’s outputs.

 

So who gave the Welsh language rockers a break? It was none other than that well-known connoisseur of school girls in uniform, John Peel. Peel seems to have been very, very supportive of Gruff Rhys and his friends. John Peel was of course known for supporting unknown musicians and every hopeful teenaged band sent Peel a tape, but Gruff et al were singing in a language that John Peel did not understand – furthermore Peel had been around for decades without showing a flicker of interest in the Welsh rock scene. Not even Fay Ray, who actually sung in English.

Rhys Mwyn was so pissed off with the way in which he and his peers had been elbowed out by everyone pre-Peel that he became known as an outspoken critic of the Welsh pop industry. Mwyn (born Gareth Rhys Thomas) set up his own label – Recordiau Anhrefn – in 1983. His band Yr Anhrefn were also championed by Peel and recorded three sessions for Peel’s Radio 1 show; Peel travelled to Wales to see the band perform. They were featured on ‘The Tube’ in 1987 – although they were largely ignored by the British music weeklies – and played with Joe Strummer on the Rock Against Rich UK tour in 1988.

Paula Yates was a star of ‘The Tube’, the Paula who when she was a teenager was a groupie, who developed drug problems and who’s partner Michael Hutchence was found dead whilst she was in the middle of a major spat with her ex Bob Geldof. Paula died of an overdose herself after some very expensive Top Docs at The Priory found that they just weren’t getting anywhere with her. She was probably suffering from emotional sweating. Paula’s daughter Peaches died of an overdose a few years later.

Paula came from north west Wales, the very same village where the best friend that Dafydd and the paedophiles ever had, Lord Wyn Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), lived.

 

Original Yr Anhrefn members Hefin Huws and Dewi Gwyn left the band in the late 1980s and were replaced by Dylan Hughes (formerly of Y Cyrff) and Sion Jones, formerly of Maffia Mr Huws. Maffia Mr Huws were a popular Bethesda band when I lived near Bethesda in the late 1980s/90s. Maffia Mr Huws currently appear on Sain’s website, so they seem to be with Sain now, despite having been previously frozen out, if that is what did happen. The Sain site mentions the involvement of brothers Gwyn and Sion Jones with Maffia Mr Huws and states that Gwyn now runs Stiwdio Bos with his partner, the harpist Sian James.

Yr Anhrefn made their first English language recording in 1994, on a single with Liverpudlian actress Margi Clarke.

In 1995 Yr Anhrefn worked with producer Ronnie Stone who aided them in creating a collection of re-mixed Welsh folk music featuring Elinor Bennett and Sian James, as well as a number of world musicians.

Elinor Bennett is the harpist wife of Dafydd Wigley, who was the MP for Caernarfon and knew about the criminality of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Elinor Bennett records with Sain.

Sian James is a Welsh traditional folk singer and harpist who has recorded for Sain and BBC Records as well as for her own label, Bos. Siân is from Powys and read music at UCNW (Bangor University). She is well known as an actress on Welsh language TV. Sian is one year older than me, so will have been a student at Bangor at approximately the same time as I was. So not only will Sian have known that Professor William Mathias of the School of Music was alleged to have been sexually exploiting the female students, but Sian will have noticed the activities of the paedophiles’ friends who ran UCNW at that time (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Being a Welsh speaker from Wales, Sian will have known even more about it all than I did.

So by 1995 some of those closely associated with Sian had dropped their hostility to Rhys and his peers.

By 1995 the voices demanding a public inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales could not be silenced. In May 1995 the Welsh Office – who had concealed the abuse for years – asked Nicola Davies QC to review the police documentation regarding the matter. Nicola found that all documentation since 1989 was missing. In Dec 1995 Nicola concluded that a public inquiry was not in the public interest. Nicola became Dame Nicola and ended up as the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’).

 

Rhys Mwyn and his brother Sion Sebon formed a new band, Mangre, in 2000, the year of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Mwyn went on to manage Catatonia and more recently Jeb Loy Nichols, an American-born singer who is now based in Wales – this prompted a resurrection of Recordiau Anhrefn.

 

Catatonia was the biggest band of the Cool Cymru scene. Cerys Matthews of Catatonia was the daughter of a Top Doctor who worked in Cardiff and then relocated to west Wales. George Thomas’s molesting of underaged boys was common knowledge among Top Doctors in Cardiff (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Before he was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council in west Wales – his rock star son Gruff was born in Haverfordwest in 1970, whilst Ioan worked for Dyfed County Council. A paedophile gang operated in Dyfed and in wider west Wales for years.

June and Jennifer Gibbons grew up in Haverfordwest but did not become rock stars. Instead they were banged up in Broadmoor in the early 1980s when they were still teenagers for no good reason, after they had passed through Dyfed’s special education and child psychology services – but they did insist on telling everyone that they were prostitutes (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

Cerys Matthews began a career as a psychiatric nurse but discontinued it for reasons which she has never made public. She gave up psych nursing before she was famous and took up busking instead.

 

Gruff’s mate the Super Furry Animals drummer Dafydd Ieuan was also in Yr Anhrefn for a time, playing on their 1993 Peel session – the Furries had supported Yr Anhrefn on a tour of France in 1993. The Furries themselves were formed in Cardiff in 1993. Other members of the group are Dafydd Ieuan’s brother Cian Ciaran, Huw Bunford, Guto Pryce – the actor Rhys Ifans is a former member. Rhys Ifans’s career began at the paedophiles’ friends folly Theatre Clwyd (see posts ‘Workers Play Time’).

The Furries had all previously played in various other Welsh bands. Rhys Ifans, Dafydd Ieuan and Guto Pryce had been together since the early 1990s. After Huw Bunford and Cian Ciaran joined in 1995, they signed to Ankst, a Welsh indie label.

The name of the band came from T-shirts being printed by Gruff Rhys’s sister who was making Super Furry Animals T-shirts for the fashion and music collective Acid Casuals .

After gigging in London in late 1995, the Furries were noticed by Creation Records boss Alan McGee at the Camden Monarch club, who signed them to his label. Creation had recently found massive commercial success with Oasis. The Furries have said that having watched their gig, McGee asked them if they could sing in English rather than Welsh in future shows. There are claims that McGee thought that they were speaking Welsh when they were speaking English ‘because their accents were so strong’.

If this story is true, it suggests that Alan McGee was very unfamiliar with north Wales – those young men were perfectly understandable by English speakers, they were not elderly hill farmers who were very uncomfortable speaking in English. Gruff Rhys had been to Manchester Metropolitan University, he obviously managed to make himself understood there.

Alan McGee is a businessman and music industry executive who grew up in Glasgow. He has been a record label owner, musician, manager and was a music blogger for ‘The Guardian’, 2006-10. Since Sept 2011 McGee has blogged for the Huffington Post UK. He is best known for co-founding and running Creation Records, 1983-99 and the Poptones label from 1999-07. By 1992 Creation was heavily in debt and McGee sold half the company to Sony Music. Just when it looked as though Creation would have to go into receivership, Oasis began selling enormous quantities of albums which saved the day.

McGee’s position was noted by the Labour Party, who considered him a figurehead of youth culture and courted his influence to spearhead a media campaign prior to the 1997 General Election. McGee was largely responsible for changing Gov’t legislation in relation to musicians being able to go on the New Deal which gave musicians three years to develop and be funded by the Gov’t instead of having to take other jobs to survive. In 1998, ‘Omnibus’ made a documentary about McGee and Creation for BBC One.

Blair changed legislation as a result of pressure/lobbying from Alan McGee. So why was it so essential to keep Mr McGee on side then Blair?

McGee was awarded the ‘NME’ ‘Godlike Genius’ award in Feb 1996 and Creation Records was awarded “independent label of the year” every year between 1995 and 1998 by ‘Music Week’. McGee returned to making music in 1997, collaborating with Ed Ball under the name The Chemical Pilot, releasing the album ‘Journey to the Centre of the Mind’ in 1998.

While Oasis went on to sell nearly 54 million records by 2008, Creation continued issuing albums by other artists, none of which came near the success of Oasis. Rumours began to circulate of McGee’s dissatisfaction with the direction in which Creation had gone. In late 1999 it was announced that Creation Records would close. The final album released by the label was Primal Scream’s 2000 release which went gold in the UK. The final single was the third released from that album.

McGee closed Creation Records for good, selling the rest of the shares to Sony in 2000 for an overall price that was staggered through the 1990s of around $30,000,000 (USD). Following Creation’s closure, McGee became a property developer, buying houses, flats, a farm in Wales and an office block in Primrose Hill.

The dissolution of Creation Records led to McGee forming  Poptones in 2000. McGee also ran the international club night, Death Disco. McGee occasionally DJ’s around the globe under the moniker of ‘Death Disco’. Death Disco had branches in Glasgow, London, New York City, Budapest and Los Angeles. McGee had no further involvement with Death Disco after 2009.

In May 2007, McGee told the Indie that he was winding down Poptones for financial reasons.

On 12 September 2008, McGee retired from band music management and record company involvement.

In 2007, McGee was made a Companion of the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts (LIPA), in recognition of the work that he has carried out with students. LIPA was founded by Sir Paul McCartney and Mark Featherstone-Witty. The ‘project champion’ was Richard Branson. Featherstone-Witty describes Sir George Martin as the ‘Godfather’ of LIPA – Martin introduced Branson to Featherstone-Witty. Sir George Martin was the man known as the ‘Fifth Beatle’, an English record producer, arranger, composer, conductor, audio engineer, and musician. His career spanned more than six decades of work in music, film, television and live performance. Martin held a number of senior executive roles at media companies and contributed to a wide range of charitable causes, including The Prince’s Trust and work with the Caribbean island of Montserrat.

In recognition of his services to the music industry and popular culture, George Martin was given a knighthood in 1996 – the year in which the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced. Just as Gruff Rhys began to record English language songs and headed for the stars…

HM the Queen Lilibet opened LIPA in June 1996.

 

In Nov 2008, Alan McGee was appointed visiting fellow on the popular music degree course at the University of Gloucestershire.

Blair might have pursued Alan McGee, but McGee bit the hand that fed him before long. In Jan 2000 he likened the Labour party to Big Brother in Orwell’s ‘1984’ and accused Blair of being a control freak. McGee had previously been one of Labour’s biggest financial donors, having donated £100,000 to the party.

One of McGee’s last acts as Creation Records boss was to use £20,000 of Creation’s money to fund Malcolm McLaren’s campaign to run for Mayor of London. McLaren immediately stood down when Ken Livingstone finally decided to stand for Mayor.

In late 2009, McGee withdrew his support for the Labour Party. He wrote an article for ‘The Sun’ in Oct 2009 in which he praised Tory leader David Cameron, saying that ‘at least David Cameron looks like a leader’.

‘I’ll tell you what gets me going and pumps me up – it’s people doing the right thing’. Like concealing a paedophile gang which murdered witnesses perhaps Cameron?

In the 2010 General Election, McGee stated that he had voted for Liberal Democrat Roger Williams. Roger Williams was MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 2001-15. So I presume that Alan McGee lives in the Brecon area.

You’ve guessed it – there was a paedophile gang in the Brecon area with links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. George Melly had a house near Brecon. The George Melly who appeared at Theatre Gwynedd and whilst he was in Bangor offered to pay a 16 year old boy – whom I knew when he was older – for sex.

I wrote to Roger Williams before he stood down as an MP. I wrote to Roger Williams in 2013 after I was assaulted and injured by a complete stranger who tried to throw me into the path of a moving car. It happened in broad daylight and there were loads of witnesses. The police in Aberystwyth weren’t able to investigate or interview the witnesses because after I went to the police station in Aberystwyth to report the attack, they called for medical help because of my injuries and I was sectioned by two Top Docs and a social worker. I was taken to Wrexham Maelor Hospital where it was later explained to me that I had been unlawfully detained because none of the paperwork had been signed by the Top Doctors, so I was free to go.

I discovered that the woman who attacked me was the daughter of a barrister who had previous for unprovoked violent assaults on people but that her dad got her out of trouble every time.

Full details of the events can be read in my post ‘Five Find A Mystery (Partially) Illuminated’.

Roger Williams never replied to my letter.

McGee announced in May 2014 that he had restarted Creation Management.

So how did so many sheep shaggers come to the attention of and indeed end up being embraced by an industry that had been so hostile to them for so many years previously and who obviously had no understanding of their roots because that industry asked them to sing in English – which defeated the point of what those bands were all about? The Furries received some criticism in the Welsh media for singing in English, criticism which the band felt ‘completely pissed’ about. The band have claimed that the decision to sing in English was taken in order to broaden their fan base.

 

In Feb 1996, the Furries debut on Creation, ‘Hometown Unicorn’, became NME’s Single of the Week, chosen by guest reviewers Pulp. It was the first Furries single to chart in the UK Top 50. The follow-up, a re-recording of ‘God! Show Me Magic’, charted at No. 33 upon release in April 1996 and also became NME single of the week. In May 1996, their debut album ‘Fuzzy Logic’ was released, to wide critical acclaim – this was the first time that Gruff had recorded in English. However sales were slow, but it garnered a little more interest when the next single ‘Something 4 the Weekend’ was given considerable radio airplay and charted at No. 18 in July 1996.

By Feb 1996 people were loudly demanding an public inquiry into events in the children’s homes of north Wales. Nicola Davies QC had stated in Dec 1995 that such an inquiry would not be in the public interest and outrage followed. In the summer of 1996 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that there would be a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Gwynedd and Clwyd County Councils since 1974.

The final single from the album, was called ‘If You Don’t Want Me To Destroy You’, a strangely poignant title in view of what was happening to people like me at that time. The Furries themselves consider one of their best songs to be ‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ which came out in Dec 1996. Which was just about when the Waterhouse Inquiry opened.

‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ did much to establish Super Furry Animals as cult heroes, as the song contained the word ‘fuck’ over 50 times and therefore received practically no airplay. It hit No. 22 in the charts and became Super Furry Animals standard closing number when they played live.

Not giving a fuck was a running theme with the paedophiles’ friends. Had Gruff sung a song called ‘My Dad And His Mates Are Running A Paedophile Gang’ no doubt Gruff would have been even more famous more quickly. He needn’t have worried about the dangers of arrest – Jimmy Savile asked four year old girls if they would be his girlfriends and boasted of making a deal with the local police in which it was agreed that if he returned a teenaged runaway to them, he would spend the night with her first and no-one published a word about his numerous sex crimes until after he was dead.

In the late 1980s/early 1990s there was a young man who was mates with another man in the village in which Gruff grew up whose father knew Jimmy Savile. The father concerned was a clergyman who I think lived over near Llandudno but had been involved with Stoke Mandeville Hospital. His son spent a lot of time in the Bethesda area and frequented festivals and music gigs whilst consuming a lot of drugs and alcohol. The son reassured me that Jimmy Savile was a ‘twat’ and that his dad and everyone at Stoke Mandeville hated him.

The music festivals and gigs in north Wales in the 1990s were popular and frequented by a variety of people across the social spectrum. Two people who particularly enjoyed these events together – and who went to the bigger ones such as Glastonbury – were Jeff Crowther and Gareth Phillips. Jeff was a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit and then worked for the drug team on Anglesey and Gareth was a senior nurse in the Hergest Unit. I have mentioned previously that Jeff and Gareth didn’t mistreat patients themselves, but they knew exactly what some of their colleagues were doing – and I bet that they knew who Gruff Rhys’s father was as well.

In early 1997, Super Furry Animals embarked on the NME Brats Tour and completed work on a follow-up to ‘Fuzzy Logic’. Two singles preceded the new album, one being ‘The International Language of Screaming’.

Gruff’s dad’s neighbours couldn’t have been screaming much louder but The Man Didn’t Give A Fuck.

The new releases featured cover art from Pete Fowler, who went on to design the sleeves of all the Furries releases up until 2007.

The album ‘Radiator’ hit the shelves in August 1997. Creation did not serve the album particularly well by releasing it just four days after the long-awaited new effort from Oasis, ‘Be Here Now’.

There’s a message for you Gruff – no matter how many kids were trafficked to celebs by Dafydd and Lucille, you and your friends will always be sheep shaggers in the eyes of those twats…

Two further singles, ‘Play It Cool’ (released Sept 1997) and ‘Demons’ (Nov 1997) both hit No. 27 in the charts, suggesting that Super Furry Animals had hit a commercial ceiling. However, somehow they had established themselves as favourites in the music press, a cut above the majority of their Britpop peers…

 

During 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry heard evidence in public from former residents of children’s homes in north Wales. Accounts of the most serious abuse were given and some people collapsed whilst giving evidence.

 

The running theme re the Furries and sales seems to have been that outside their home territory of north Wales, the Furries didn’t always do that well. Sales were slow and sometimes not very good, but nonetheless they continued to be massively promoted by the music press/industry. Who had to ask them to sing their songs in a different language because they couldn’t understand what they were saying – even when they were speaking English.

In early 1998 Super Furry Animals recorded the ‘Ice Hockey Hair’ EP at Welsh producer and musician Gorwel Owen’s house and released it in May. The title track, ‘Smokin’ became their most successful single up to this point, hitting No. 12 in the charts and leading to a memorable appearance on ‘Top of the Pops’.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, we don’t usually let sheep shaggers from Bethesda into this business, but I’ve fixed it for them – as well as for those psychos from Broadmoor. They might know that I’m a twat up in Llanllechid but no-one’s going to publish a word.

By the beginning of 1998 no-one was in any doubt that what happened to kids in children’s homes in Gwynedd and Clwyd for years was dreadful and that senior managers in the Councils had known what was going on and had either colluded with, or ignored, it.

In Jan 1999, ‘NME’ readers named the Furries ‘best new band’, although it was now three years since they had released their debut album. In May 1999, the single ‘Northern Lites’ – recorded at the Real World Studios – was released and made No. 11 in the charts. Real World Studios was founded by Peter Gabriel and is located near Bath.

 

In May 1999 the National Assembly for Wales was established, packed to the rafters with new AMs who were paedophiles’ friends, served by a civil service composed substantially of former Welsh Office staff who had spent decades concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the gang…

 

After playing several of the summer festivals, the Furries released ‘Fire In My Heart’ and embarked on a US and UK tour. They finished their UK tour at the Cardiff International Arena in Cardiff, where they showcased the first ever concert in surround sound and broadcast it on the world wide web.

As Sir Ronald Waterhouse was writing his Report, the UK was swept away by so many talented young people from Wales.

A phenomenon had been created, as well as a whole new image for Wales and Welsh youth. Had Gruff Rhys and his mates not received such frantic promotion from the music industry, Wales and its youth would have been perceived rather differently as a result of the horrors that had emanated from the witness evidence supplied at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – and Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Patricia Scotland were paid a great deal of money to call the witnesses liars.

Bring out that harp and give us a tune Mrs Wigley – Lady Wigley now – we’re in need of some good PR.

Cool Cymru did wonders for young people in north Wales who had endured years of sneering and marginalisation from the English media and I – and scores of other people whose lives had been destroyed by Gruff Rhys’s dad and his mates – purchased the albums of those musicians as well. None of us realised at the time who their parents and parents’ friends were. They were simply known as musicians from north Wales who had managed to storm the ramparts of a bastion of Anglo-Americanism, which always goes down well in north Wales. Of course it was not Gruff Rhys who had presided over the biggest child sex abuse scandal that the UK had ever experienced – it was his dad and many of those who had assisted the careers of Gruff and his friends. I find it staggering that this never even got a mention in the media, particularly as the phenomenon that was Gruff Rhys and his mates was taking place at the very time as all those deaths of former kids in care and psych patients in north Wales.

Gruff Rhys’s dad Ioan Bowen Rees died in May 1999. We didn’t hear much about that either. Not that I’d have had time to attend the funeral, I was recovering from years of effort at keeping myself out of prison and high security hospitals as the crazed allegations and the perjury from the mates of Gryff Rhys’s dad had reigned down upon me. There was a lull about the time that Ioan Bowen Rees died, before the paedophiles’ friends returned with a vengeance in 2002 and tried to have me imprisoned once more…

 

In Jan 2000 – one month before the publication of the Waterhouse Report – the Furries released  ‘Do or Die’ and made No. 20. It was last single that the Furries released on Creation Records, as Alan McGee set off to pursue other interests, but then as far as the paedophiles’ friends would have been concerned, he’d served his purpose.

Ioan’s son was a star!

We are told that it ‘had always been the Furries plan’ to release their next album on their own label, Placid Casual. It would be ‘a deliberate sidestep from their recent work’ – an album of Welsh language songs entitled ‘Mwng’. Ah, so they could sing in Welsh again now….

A limited edition 7 inch record, ‘Ysbeidiau Heulog’ – pronounce that correctly then NME –  preceded ‘Mwng’ in May 2000. It was backed with ‘Charge’, recorded as a Peel Session for the BBC. The title will have just tripped off Peel’s tongue… The album, released the same month, sold remarkably well for a non-English LP – it made No. 11 in the charts – and was commended in Parliament for its efforts in keeping the Welsh language alive. Not that anyone had ever noticed Parliament taking a blind bit of notice of the Welsh language’s destiny before. We know what the PM at that time – Blair – thought of the Welsh. They were ‘the fucking Welsh’, as that video clip of Blair losing his temper whilst watching TV demonstrated.

The year of the Waterhouse Report also saw the Furries contribute two tracks for the Liverpool Sound Collage project, which was nominated for a Grammy. They undertook this remixing of unreleased Beatles recordings at the invitation of Paul McCartney, whom they had met at the NME Awards, where they had won Best Live Act.

At about this time, being Welsh was so desirable that people who were not in the least bit Welsh were trying to join the London Welsh Society. One such person was David Frost. David Frost was filmed joking with the Weathergirl – I think that she was about 45 yrs old at the time – Sian Lloyd about the efforts that he had made to get into the London Welsh. I always associate David Frost with ‘Through The Keyhole’ and being the butt of the jokes of the many people whom he was once mates with in ‘Footlights’, but of course David Frost took a substantial interest in the wrongdoing of those in high places.

David Frost died in Aug 2013, after Operation Pallial had begun to reinvestigate the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and as the nation geared up for a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry in the wake of allegations that it had been a huge cover-up. Frost was on a cruise liner and unusually he was travelling alone, not with his wife. He had a heart attack not long after the ship had left port but whilst it was slightly too far away for help from land to be easily available. No Top Doctor in the world could save Frost…

In 2015 Frost’s son Miles was found dead after going out jogging. He had died at only 31 yrs of the same condition as his father, which had been ticking away inside him undiagnosed…

 

With the demise of Creation, the Furries needed to find a new label for their next album. Sony held a substantial stake in Creation and offered a deal to the Furries, who signed with Sony’s subsidiary, Epic. The band pushed for a deal which allowed them to take a new album elsewhere if the label wasn’t interested in releasing it – thereby allowing them to find a home for any esoteric project which they might want to undertake in the future. Epic were remarkably accommodating, not something which the ruthless greedy recording industry is known for.

The greater resources afforded to the Furries by Epic were apparent in their first album for the label, ‘Rings Around the World’, released in July 2001. One of the tracks from the album, ‘Receptacle For the Respectable’ featured Paul McCartney. Another track  was ‘No Sympathy’.

‘Rings Around the World’ was the world’s first simultaneous release of an audio and DVD album. It was nominated for the Mercury Music Prize in 2001. The ceremony took place on the day after the terror attacks on the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon – the Furries performed the album track ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’. Well, The Man Don’t Give A Fuck does he. ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’ was released as a single in Jan 2002 (chart No. 30), following ‘(Drawing) Rings Around the World’ (chart No. 28). Neither had that much impact but still received some airplay, notably on BBC Radio 2. Which is the station for the middle-aged, who can remember the days before Gary Glitter and others had been convicted of child sexual abuse and when it was believed that teenaged girls on ‘Top of the Pops’ actually enjoyed the Twat from Stoke Mandeville sporting a T Shirt with the slogan ‘If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body Would You Hold It Against Me?’ and asking them to follow the instructions on his shirt. The days when the same girls were ignored if they made allegations of sexual assault against the aforementioned Twat.

Now then, now then, now then, we mustn’t give up on these young gentlemen just because no-one is buying their music…

Lucky Gruff – son of one of those whom constituted, as a victim of the paedophiles’ friends said to me the other day, ‘a corrupt self-serving elite’ who ran Gwynedd as ‘their fiefdom’ – began preparing for stardom many years before it happened. In 1985 Gruff played drums for the north Wales band Machlud, appearing at the Pesda Roc festival in Bethesda and then found fame in Wales as the front man of Ffa Coffi Pawb (translated this name means ‘Everyone’s Coffee Beans’), which if said quickly in Welsh with a Bethesda accent, can sound like ‘fuck off everyone’.

On signing to Ankstmusik, Ffa Coffi Pawb became one of the leading bands on the Welsh music scene.

Ffa Coffi Pawb disbanded in 1993 and Gruff and drummer Dafydd Ieuan from Anglesey – who had played for Catatonia (1993-96), Yr Anhrefn and other Welsh language bands – formed the basis of Super Furry Animals and the legend began…

Gruff’s adventures continued after the allegations that Waterhouse had been one massive cover-up died down. In Jan 2005, Gruff released his first solo album, ‘Yr Atal Genhedlaeth’, on the Placid Casual label. A tour of Wales and several festival appearances followed. After Super Furry Animals signed to Rough Trade, the new label agreed to take on Gruff’s solo work as well and in 8 January 2007 they released ‘Candylion’.  A third solo album by Rhys, ‘Hotel Shampoo’ was released in Feb 2011. In March 2011, it was announced that Rhys would be playing at Glastonbury 2011.

In 2006 Gruff formed ieie Productions with his partner Catryn Ramasut in to produce film and television projects. Catryn had previously worked for BBC Radio 1, Marmalade Magazine and M and C Saatchi, better known to people of my vintage as the dreadful Saatchi and Saatchi.

You’re in good company Maurice and Charles – the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales!

In 2010, Dylan Goch’s film ‘Separado!’ premiered, a documentary about Gruff Rhys’s trip to Patagonia in search of his forebears who had emigrated in the 19th century. In 2014, Dylan and Gruff co-directed a film about the Welsh explorer John Evans, ‘American Interior’. ‘American Interior’ was a combined project of an album, a film, a book and an app for mobile devices.

In Dec 2015-Jan 2016, Rhys fronted a co-production with National Theatre Wales, ‘The Insatiable, Inflatable Candylion’. The music and lyrics were by Gruff Rhys and the play’s text by Tim Price. The musicians appearing with Rhys were Lisa Jen Brown (who also sang on the original album), Sweet Baboo, Emma Daman Thomas and Kilph Scurlock. The show also included actors Remy Beasley, Matthew Bulgo, Dyfan Dwyfor, Natasha Lewis and Dyfrig Morris.

Lisa Jen Brown is from Bethesda. I don’t know if her family are paedophiles’ friends, but her biography ticks all the right boxes for One Who Is Talented from Gwynedd. She landed a part in the S4C drama ‘Rownd a Rownd’ at 14 years old, because it ‘was just fortunate enough that my drama school, Ysgol Glanaethwy, was right on the doorstep of where they happened to be filming. So when the show’s producers came knocking, my mum, who runs a stage company called Theatr Bara Caws in Caernarfon, told me to go for it’.

I think that mum holds the key here – kids in care didn’t just happen to get enrolled at Ysgol Glanaethwy, on the doorstep of someone who was conveniently filming an S4C drama and in need of the talents of a 14 year old girl who’s mum was part of the cylch.

Lisa had bigger ambitions though – ‘I did keep trying to audition for various London acting schools, but every year I’d get offered another series worth of work on the show’. So she didn’t get any offers from London then and had to carry on slumming it on the ‘Rownd a Rownd’ set in Menai Bridge.

Lisa found a way of getting a nice place in London however: ‘One of my best friends went on to buy a place in Camden and practically demanded I move in with her’. Life’s a bitch though, as Lisa explains: ‘I found trying to make it as an actress up there really hard and would constantly be running back to Wales to do bits and bobs in the theatre or on telly, like voicing kids’ cartoons on S4C’ sighs Lisa. ‘It just seemed to me that the casting directors in London can’t take anyone seriously unless they’ve got a long list of English-speaking credits on their CV. They tend not to take you seriously if your resume is full up with Welsh parts, no matter how good, because they aren’t aware of the high calibre of talent that we have down here.’

Yes the place is brimming over with the indulged children of the local elite with a massive sense of entitlement. Although Lisa’s working life sounds a bit like that of the Viz magazine’s character Luvvie Darling, who spends most of his time ‘resting’ in between doing 20 second voice overs for kiddies TV or adverts, Lisa really scraped the barrel: ‘The absolute lowest point, though, came when I went up for an Immac commercial and all they wanted to do was look at all the actresses’ legs’.

Lisa Jen – Immac is flogged to women on the basis that they will be left with a pair of smooth, shiny, hairless legs, of course they will have been assessing you on your legs, that is the USP for Immac, you don’t need a PhD in theoretical physics to do the Immac commercials.

Jen did however find a fulfilling job eventually: ‘I did enjoy working in Agent Provocateur in Soho because I got to dress up every day in high heels and stockings to sell expensive knickers and bras to the punters’ she says.

Dafydd and Lucille will be proud of her.

During her six years in London, Lisa met her husband Martin Hoyland, the guitarist from 1990s alt-rockers ‘Pusherman’. They have now returned to Gwynedd and live in Lisa’s grandmother’s old cottage at Gerlan, near Bethesda.

Lisa has in the past provided backing vocal sessions for Cerys Matthews.

 

Dyfan Dwyfor is a Welsh actor from Cricieth who now lives in London. He attended Ysgl Eifionydd, Porthmadog and Coleg Meirion Dwyfor before going on to Ysgol Glanaethwy. He graduated from the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama in 2007. Dyfan’s career began when he bagged a part in ‘Rownd a Rownd’ on S4C…

 

On 17 Dec 2011, Gruff Rhys joined the Manic Street Preachers on stage during the ‘A Night of National Treasures’ live event at the O2 Arena in London.

The Manic Street Preachers were also part of the Cool Cymru phenomenon, but although they have performed and played on occasions with Gruff and co, the Manic Street Preachers are from south Wales – Blackwood – and don’t seem to be intimately networked with quite so many paedophiles’ friends as Gruff and his friends from north Wales. Furthermore Richey Edwards, the Manic Street Preacher who disappeared in Feb 1995 and has not been seen since, suffered from many of the very same problems as did those who were left to kill themselves by the Social Services Dept which Gruff’s dad ran.

On 21 April 2016, Gruff Rhys released a new song entitled ‘I Love EU’, a song praising the EU ahead of the June 2016 EU referendum.

 

In July 2015, Gruff received an Honorary Fellowship from Bangor University. Gruff’s cousin, DJ and music promoter Huw Stephens, was also honoured – their mutual grandfather was President of the Students Union at what was then UCNW. Gruff Rhys is also the cousin of musician MC Mabon (Gruff Meredith).

I cannot find any references to the name of the grandfather who was SU President at UCNW, but it will have been Ioan Bowen Rees’s father, who taught at Dolgellau Grammar School. Bronwen Astor, the wife of Bill Astor when the Profumo Affair exploded, went to school in Dolgellau (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor).

Ioan’s grandfather had been a missionary in Ndebeland -now Zimbabwe – where he was placed under the protection of King Lobengula during the 1890s Bantu uprisings.

Ioan Bowen Rees was born in 1929. So his father would probably have been leading the Students Union at UCNW in the early-mid 1920s or thereabouts.

The President of UCNW, 1900-27, was Lord Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 4th Baron Kenyon, a member of the Conservative Govt’s of Lord Salisbury and Arthur Balfour, then of Lloyd George’s Coalition Gov’t. He was ADC to King George V in 1912.

Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – who was known by the social services to be sexually exploiting boys in care in north Wales and after being caught in the act made a complaint of theft against the boy involved who was then sent to a detention centre – was the grandson of the 4th Baron Kenyon. Thomas, who never faced any action regarding his activities with the boys in care, died of AIDS in 1993. See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ for further details of Thomas.

Lloyd’s son, Thomas’s father, the 5th Baron – also called Lloyd – was a Tory peer and President of UCNW, 1947-82. The 5th Baron was Provincial Grand Master of the North Wales Freemasons, member of the North Wales Police Authority, a leading light in the local NHS bodies and Chairman of Clwyd Area Health Authority, 1974-78, a Flintshire County Councillor, Deputy Lieutenant for Flintshire, ad infinitum. Which places Lord Kenyon at the scene of a great many crimes. A paedophiles’ friend and a paedophiles’ father.

The 5th Baron Kenyon was a Director of Lloyds Bank.

For further details about the Kenyon dynasty and the other paedophiles’ friends who governed UCNW and the University of Wales, please see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

Gruff’s grandfather will have had the dirt on naughtiness in high places reaching back as far as Lloyd George and King George V and no doubt Gruff’s dad did as well.

 

Gruff’s cousin Huw Stephens was born in Cardiff. He is the son of the author and literary journalist Meic Stephens. Huw really did make it big overnight and at a tender age. Huw joined Radio 1 in 1999 at the age of 17 as part of the station’s new regional output, where he hosted the Wales opt-out with Bethan Elfyn. Huw had previously been a DJ on Rookwood Sound Hospital Radio in Llandaff. In 2005, Huw gained a national slot when he became one of the replacements for the late John Peel and Huw has never looked back.

Hospital radio in Llandaff to Radio 1 at the age of 17? That’s pretty impressive. In 1999 as well – just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ah, Wales has got talent…

Huw’s dad, Meic Stephens is a Welsh literary editor, journalist, translator and poet. Meic came from Treforest, near Pontypridd. He studied at Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities and at the University of Rennes in Brittany.

From 1962-66, Stephens taught French at Ebbw Vale in Monmouthshire.

In Merthyr Tydfil, Stephens established the Triskel Press and in 1965 he began the periodical, ‘Poetry Wales’. 

Meic Stephens learnt Welsh as an adult and became a member of Cymdeithas yr Iaith Cymraeg and of Plaid. So Meic will be well connected to a great many people who were paedophiles’ friends themselves or who knew that they would be finished by association if the truth regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal ever got out.

From 1967-90, Meic Stephens was literature director of the Welsh Arts Council. Before retiring he was Professor of Welsh Writing in English at the University of Glamorgan. He was also a visiting professor in the English department of Brigham Young University, Utah, US. He has written for the ‘Western Mail’ and writes obituaries of eminent Welsh people for the Indie.

As a member of Cymdeithas, Meic will know all about Meri Huws, who was a colleague of the paedophiles of north Wales in the 1980s when she worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. Meri was a leading light in Cymdeithas in her youth, but being Meri and having fallen out with everyone, she is never mentioned by the Cymdeithas veterans unless it is in a derogatory manner. They loathe her and were livid when she was appointed as Welsh Language Commissioner, alleging that it was yet another job that Meri had bagged by shagging Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t (see post ‘People With Energy’).

 

Another person who knows much of the info that I have posted up on this blog is a former UCNW student who was doing her PhD in the same Dept as me when I was an undergrad – Stel Farrar. Stel will in fact know much more than me, because she had a relationship with one of the lecturers – John Farrar – whilst she was an undergrad and later married him. John Farrar ended up as PVC for Research and was memorably described to me as ‘the second most hated man in Bangor’, after Farrar had experienced a heart attack after a screaming row with the Senior PVC, Professor Fergus Lowe, ‘the most hated man in Bangor’ (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). How the oppressed laughed as these utter bastards who had made so many lives so unbearable for so many years fought like ferrets in a sack.

After the most hated man in Bangor had nearly succeeded in killing the second most hated man in Bangor, Farrar decided that he didn’t want to be a PVC anymore and that he would retire. A polite e mail was sent around the staff explaining that there wouldn’t be a party because ‘John doesn’t want a fuss’ – which was just as well because he wasn’t going to get one – but if anyone would like to leave a donation for a gift, there was a collection being organised. E mails were sent between staff with comments such as (from a lecturer who kept sheep on his small hill farm), ‘well I’ve got a bag of shit that he’s welcome to’.

During the Fungus/Farrar Years of Oppression, Stel bagged herself a job as a Welsh teacher with Meri Huws’s dysfunctional empire, the School of Lifelong Learning. Meri was also a PVC and it was a real laugh because Farrar, Meri and Fungus all hated each other.

Meri’s departure from Bangor University was even better than Farrar’s. There was a party but the arrangements were kept secret lest the event was gatecrashed by well-wishers. I and a friend managed to find out the date of the event and we searched the corridor in Top College which housed the organs of gov’t in the hope of finding Meri pissed and screaming as was her habit after a few drinks, but we were unsuccessful. I was later told that the VC had organised an event to which a small number of trusted people were invited who could be relied upon not to take the piss. The ever polite VC then sent out a message thanking Meri for her ‘unique contribution’ to the University…

He couldn’t be any ruder because it was alleged that Meri was a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan who at that time was FM.

There was so much dirt accompanied by so much swearing sent around on the staff e mails about these three PVCs that people began to get worried lest the university authorities had installed a programme to detect terms of abuse relating to the PVCs in staff e mails. Until one Professor reassured everyone with the observation that if such a programme had been installed it would crash from overwork within about five minutes.

 

Stel and John Farrar have a son – Robin. He’s a leading light in Cymdeithas and regularly appears in the media in Wales demanding that Carwyn should show greater commitment to the Welsh language and more importantly should hand over a lot more dosh to Meri et al.

 

Gruff’s fellow Furries band members Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran run the Cardiff-based label and recording studio Strangetown Records. Dafydd Ieuan released ‘The Golden Mile’ in 2008, with Rhys Ifans on vocals. In 2013, Dafydd Ieuan recorded with Catatonia’s former guitarist Mark Roberts.

Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran’s dad is Top Doctor Carl Clowes! Carl is well-known in north Wales and has been the subject of a number of controversies regarding some of the good works with which he has been involved, controversies which usually seemed to centre around allegations involving the finances of the projects. Carl Clowes is a community champ, a Welsh language campaigner and an anti-nuclear campaigner.

Dr Carl Clowes is a former public health consultant for Gwynedd and is currently a Board member of Public Health Wales. Public Health Wales is a receptacle for those paedophiles’ friends who have been sacked by everyone else in north Wales but who have so much dirt on their colleagues that no-one can afford to turn them completely loose. Carl is the Board rep for the Third sector, so if anyone wonders who is responsible for ensuring that MIND and Dafydd’s charity CAIS continue to receive millions in taxpayers money, the finger points, partly at least, at Carl.

Carl graduated from Manchester Medical School in the late 1960s. He has said that he particularly loved going to ‘Top of the Pops’ in the converted chapel in Rusholme, which acted as a studio in the early days of the programme.

Now then, now then…

Carl maintains that Manchester ‘remains a city with a human touch’. It was to gay clubs in Manchester that the empowered service users detained under the Mental Health Act in Prestwood Homes were being taken to enable them to meet ‘people like them’. Clients were abused at Prestwood and it was very obviously a people trafficking organisation disguised as a chain of care homes. No-one ever managed to find out who owned the considerable business which was Prestwood, but the manager was an associate of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. See posts ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ and ‘News Round Up And Crime Report, May 14 2017’ for details of the nightmare that was Prestwood Homes.

After graduation, Carl Clowes worked as a junior doctor in Manchester Royal Infirmary, Stepping Hill Hospital and in Llangwyfan Chest Hospital in North Wales returning to Manchester and postgraduate studies in the Christie Hospital.

Dafydd’s network reached as far as Manchester University (see posts ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ and ‘The Mentor’) as did Dr Tony Francis’s (Dr X’s) network, (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Tony Francis’s wife Sadie worked at Manchester with him – I think that Sadie trained at Manchester.

When Carl Clowes left Manchester he moved to Llanaelhaearn on the Llŷn Peninsula to work in a single-handed GP dispensing practice.

Carl has observed that ‘Whatever one’s talents or interests, medicine offers a unique opportunity for personal development’.

You can even run a pan-European paedophile ring, remain untouchable whilst victims and witnesses are found dead and still the media will spout rubbish about your talents and your compassion and explain that the havoc over which you are presiding will be resolved if only you are given more money. In the event of a police investigation, you can use your influential network to construct your children as musical prodigies.

Carl has said that working on the Llyn ‘proved to be a remarkably profitable period of my life, as I came face-to-face with a community in serious decline and facing all the consequential health problems’. As a single-handed GP working in a dispensing practice – and the only GP for miles around as well – Carl will not only have wielded considerable influence in the area, but will have been able to do whatever he wanted without scrutiny. He will have been able to attribute the ‘serious decline’ in the community and the ‘consequential health problems’ to any reason convenient for him, rather than explain that there was a sex trafficking gang operating in the region which was facilitated by a network of professional people who were also dipping their hands into the till whenever it suited them.

Carl helped set up Cymdeithas y Pentrefwyr (Villagers’ Society) in Llanaelhaearn, where the village school was facing closure as a consequence of severe population decline in the area. This led to Carl ‘Chairing Antur Aelhaearn, the first ‘community cooperative’ in the UK. The villagers became shareholders in their own development ‘trust’, so revitalising the area; inter alia, they built their own workshops, established an Eisteddfod, a community centre and playground and are currently working on a proposal to ensure Llanaelhaearn becomes a ‘green village’. In 2014, Antur celebrated its 40th anniversary. Carl maintains that the rationale was to ‘address some of the area’s need and restore confidence in the population, to great success’.’

 

Well I’m staggered to hear that Carl, because after leaving Bethesda I lived a few miles down the road from Llanaelhaearn for a few years. I loved it out there, it is a beautiful place with mountains and sea. But the local people have bugger all. They have worked very hard to keep that community pub of theirs going and I think that their community shop is still in business as well, but the only person who could ever claim that it is not a community in decline enduring serious disadvantage is a Top Doctor called Carl Clowes who does not live on the limited incomes of people in Llanaelhaearn.

There are at present plans to close yet more rural schools in Gwynedd, because the Council cannot afford to maintain them. If I had children I would want them to attend a small Welsh medium school, at least whilst they were of primary age – many of those schools are very good. But even Dafydd Iwan has now appeared in the Welsh media to support the village schools closure programme – because there is no dosh left. There is no dosh left because for decades the paedophiles’ friends have gobbled and troughed and grossly mismanaged, whilst feathering their own nests and ruthlessly excluding anyone who looked like they might have known what they were doing. They’ve had the lot, there is nothing left. And as Dafydd Iwan sung at every gig he did – ‘Yma O Hyd’ (this translates as ‘We’re Still Here’). Yes that’s the fucking trouble Dafydd, you are still there and so are all the dipsticks who brought north Wales to its knees. The councils are in crisis, there’s no dosh, there’s no services, the NHS has collapsed and no-one will work for it anyway and young people are leaving at an even greater rate than before. Because the whole bloody region is run by the paedophiles’ friends. So who are you going to blame now that crunch point has been reached Dafydd?

Never mind, Gruff and his friends are famous!

 

Another Top Doctor owned a house near Carl’s turf at Llanaelheaern – Tony Francis. He purchased a second home there during the Time Of The Great Panic, in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It was all a bit weird – Tony Francis lived on Anglesey and had just acquired a rather grand place at Dwyran as his main home. The alleged purpose of the cottage at Trefor was for him to stay in whilst he was working down on the Llyn – his duties had been redefined and he was given responsibility for the patients down there. By this time Francis was at complete loggerheads with every one of his colleagues and was very obviously cracking up. He was being treated appallingly by all of them, we witnessed it – he was being blatantly insulted by the other Top Docs and Angels were telling patients that he was ‘mentally ill’. For his part, Francis made efforts to get patients on his side in his battle with his colleagues – ironically, we did support him. We could see how they were treating him and we all hated them because they had abused us for years anyway – but none of us knew what Francis was trying to do to us without our knowledge.

The reality was that the whole bloody lot of them had concealed the paedophile gang and now that Waterhouse was approaching they were turning on each other – and asking the patients whom they had mistreated to save them.

Francis only owned the cottage at Trefor for about 10 minutes. Matters went inexplicably pear shaped and he decided that he wasn’t going to be the consultant for the Llyn after all and he sold his house there.

I am trying to work out why Francis wanted domain over that region as Waterhouse approached. There was a complete can of worms in the Police Station and Magistrates Court at Pwllheli, they were bastions of the paedophiles’ friends and were used to fit people up when all other methods had failed. Francis was also involved in concealing questionable matters at the holiday camp at Pwllheli – it was for years a Butlin’s, but then it changed its name – which received many young working class people from Merseyside every summer, as staff and visitors. Francis’s relocation to the Dwyfor area will definitely have been linked to the Great Cover-Up.

If Carl the Empowerer – who knew Tony Francis – knows what the explanation is, perhaps he could enlighten me.

 

In 1988, Carl convened and subsequently Chaired Fforwm Iaith Genedlaethol (National Language Forum), which brought together 26 Welsh language organisations to campaign for a new Welsh Language Act. In 1991, also as Chair, Carl was responsible for developing the first ever comprehensive strategy for the future of the Welsh language.

The use of Welsh – even in the language stronghold of Gwynedd – has declined since 1988.

Between 1988-90, Carl ‘stepped out of the NHS’ to work with the local authority Cyngor Dwyfor and the endemically corrupt WDA to engineer a socio-economic development strategy for the Llŷn Peninsula.

I got to know some of the local young people from the area, because they were the friends of the children of the person whom I shared a house with. One local young man had serious drug problems and was also dealing to fund his own habit. The other young people were so wary of him that they asked their parents to make excuses so that they could avoid him if he called over to their houses.

There is a village called Clynnog Fawr some eight miles from Llanaelhaearn and between 2002-07, I lived nearby. I used to pop into the pub at Clynnog because the children of my friends worked in there – the pub was staffed virtually entirely by local young people who needed casual work as there was no other employment for them in the area.

The pub served the local population and was fairly quiet but did have a steady trade. Then the pub was purchased by someone who lived in Chester and he decided to go upmarket and aim for a complete different market – foodies and tourists. The man who purchased the pub paid for an advertising campaign on the local radio and much was made of the fact that the pub was under new management and now had aspirations to be a bit posh. A new manageress was installed who imposed a regime of terror and the local young people who worked there found the atmosphere so unpleasant that they began leaving as soon as they could.

When winter arrived, the pub was virtually empty. My friend explained to me that the new manageress ‘has banned all the old alkies and they’re the only customers in the winter’. I used to go in the pub with the old alkies – I’m not sure that they were actually alkies, they were a group of local elderly men who lived nearby, but they definitely weren’t foodies. Then someone else I knew who enrolled for a counselling course at Chester University discovered that one of her fellow students was the owner of the pub. He knew nothing about the socio-economic problems of the area – he didn’t know how badly the manageress was treating staff either – and didn’t realise that most of the local people didn’t have enough money to dine in style regularly, so once the tourists had gone home there would be no customers with foodie desires.

Whilst I lived near Clynnog a few other memorable things happened in Carl Clowes’s empowered community. A man who used a wheelchair and who had mental health problems was imprisoned for a murderous attack on his elderly mother, after the Top Docs at the Hergest Unit refused to admit him on the grounds that he was ‘dangerous’ and should be prosecuted. The murderous attack consisted of the man – who had a long standing depressive illness – waving a pair of garden shears at his mother and saying that he wished that he could kill both of them. He then dropped the shears, started crying and his mum rang the doctor. It was the biggest mistake she made. After her middle-aged depressed son was imprisoned, the prison admitted that it did not have the facilities for a man with such severe physical disabilities and also stated that he should be in a mental health unit anyway, such were his problems.

Then another even sadder event happened. One of the young men I knew who had worked in the pub died in freak accident, which wasn’t the fault of anyone. His mum had been raped when she was young and had taken to drink. She had not been offered any help from the mental health services at any time. She managed to remain in work and for a while worked in Morrison’s supermarket. This lady was also epileptic and when Morrison’s found out, she was harassed by the management until she left her job. She ended up living in B&B accommodation for the homeless in Caernarfon – accommodation which was owned by two people who worked in the Housing Dept at Gwynedd County Council who were making a bomb by charging nearly £1000/week for the substandard accommodation. Which was paid for by Gwynedd County Council…

There was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council who lived near Clynnog. She told someone I know that she avoided going into the Post Office at Clynnog because the trouble was that she would bump into her clients if she went in there and she really didn’t want to have to speak to them. That particular problem resolved itself when the Post Office closed down.

 

People often laugh at Brown and me and ask us how we discover so much of this sort of thing. The answer is simple. We have been/are friends with so many who have been crapped upon that we know what is really happening to them, so we don’t rely on media interviews given by the paedophiles’ friends for our information regarding ‘the community’. Furthermore, throughout my many years in north Wales, it was an assorted collection of hippies, mental health patients and friendly neighbours who were small businessmen or farmers who were the main source of help for me as the paedophiles’ friends did everything possible to see me destitute and in prison. Sadly a number of those who helped me then came under fire from the paedophiles’ friends and found themselves accused of child abuse or were inexplicably denied NHS treatment for serious medical conditions.

 

 

After empowering everyone in the Clynnog/Llanaelhaearn area, Carl Clowes returned to Powys and become Medical Director – he was previously Director of Planning and a Public Health Consultant in Powys –  then retired early in 2000 to ‘follow two projects’ that he’d led in the 1970s and 1980s.

In recent weeks it has been admitted that the children’s services in Powys have been riddled with problems for years and are now no longer functioning. Neither does Powys have a functioning mental health service or indeed many other basic health and social care services. Machynlleth has a vibrant community group who are real stars and they are doing just about everything that in previous years was the job of the NHS or social services. They are also providing food and legal advice for people who have been left destitute after their benefits have been stopped, sometimes unlawfully. Sadly that group are not legally allowed to prescribe opiates for pain relief or carry out root canal treatment – I suspect that if they were, they’d probably do a better job than a hissy fitting member of the BMA.

 

The first project that Carl became involved with was Nant Gwrtheyrn, a language centre that was part of a wider scheme to develop a former quarrying village in order to improve employment opportunities for the locals. Carl lists Nant Gwrtheyrn as one of his greatest achievements. Carl stated that ‘Some 30,000 people have gained from courses at the centre and, at the last count, some 27 countries were represented in the ‘mix’ of origin of the attendees’.

That is probably true, Nant Gwrtheyrn is a great place if you want to go on a residential Welsh course or want a coffee in the cafe before you walk along the cliff to look at the wild goats and ravens. But Carl knows as well as I do that Nant Gwrtheyrn has done bugger all for people living on its doorstep. It is a visitor attraction for tourists or people with enough dosh and leisure time to hang out down there.

The ’employment opportunities’ are low paid jobs – that may only exist during the summer months – staffing the cafe, cleaning the houses etc. Carl boasts that Nant Gwrtheyrn has provided 30 jobs and is the major employer in the area. Which simply demonstrates how dire the employment opportunities are in that part of Gwynedd. Furthermore Nant Gwrtheyrn is at the bottom of a massively steep valley, miles away from anywhere with no public transport. So the folk in those poorly paid part-time jobs will need their own transport to get to work. For those who have got transport, the cost of keeping the car on the road to enable them to get to their jobs in the cafe or doing the cleaning will erode their part-time earnings.

I am very familiar with life in that part of the world and the everyday story of local folk is of people who are spending money keeping old bangers going so they can drive over to clean the holiday cottages for a few hours on two or three days per week because there is no other work for many miles. In the summer there is a bonanza when Hafan y Mor, a holiday park near Pwllheli, opens for business and the caravans and chalets need doing, so everyone heads for the ’employment opportunities’ there. That is not a bed of roses though – Hafan y Mor is a totalitarian regime.

One of my friends used to work at Hafan y Mor and related the tale of the elderly man who used to do the gardens there, who, after working his knackers off all morning, sat on a bench to have a drink from his flask. At the time Hafan y Mor had been booked by a ‘community group’ providing cheap holidays for the disadvantaged and one of the guests saw the gardener on the bench and asked him to do something for her. The gardener said – but not rudely – that he was just on his break but would get onto it as soon as he’d finished. The guest reported him to the management – I was told that Hafan y Mor was plastered in notices encouraging the guests to complain if they were less than 100% satisfied with the service – and the gardener was given a formal warning.

My friend neatly summed it up with the comment ‘a service user on a cheap holiday nearly got him the sack’.

Hafan y Mor are in a position to sack people for trivial reasons because the locals are desperate for work, so matter how bum their deal, that there’ll always be someone else coming along…

Carl Clowes was never in danger of losing his job as the result of a complaint from a service user.

Carl’s second project was Dolen Cymru, which acted as a link between Wales and Lesotho in Africa to ‘facilitate educational, health, religious and cultural people exchanges between the two countries’. Carl Chaired Dolen Cymru from its outset in 1985 and is Honorary Consul for Lesotho in Wales. Carl has explained that ‘At a personal level, this engagement with sub-Saharan Africa opened up many opportunities for me and, also, health colleagues who have spent time in the country… The challenges of working with minimal resources, few trained staff and enormous clinical problems has helped focus the mind of many a clinician involved in the country.’ Carl continues to visit Lesotho annually.

In 2009, King Letsie III made Carl Clowes a Member of the Most Loyal Order of Ramatseatsana for his work in developing the Dolen Cymru link.

No doubt Dolen Cymru was established with the best will in the world, but as with so many things, the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends have colonised it and caused havoc. There have been internal rows and allegations of dishonesty and financial mismanagement – Dr Graham Thomas, a former Hergest Unit doctor who was a neighbour of mine, seemed to be at the centre of the discord. Graham is a leading light in the BMA.

People keep asking me if any of the Top Docs have contacted me with regard to this blog. Only one has- Graham Thomas. Who accused me of libelling him. Graham’s comment and my responses, as well as the responses of other readers, can be read in the comments column with follows my post ‘Correction and Apology’. I did invite Graham to expand on his accusation but I heard no more. Just to clarify, I have never accused Graham of the sort of abuse or negligence which I witnessed on the part of so many of his colleagues, I only ever heard that Graham was a good consientious doctor in terms of his conduct at work – but Graham most certainly knows about the misconduct and criminality of his colleagues and he has kept schtum.

 

One service that is provided by Dolen Cymru is excellent PR for the paedophiles’ friends working in the Wales NHS.

 

Carl Clowes gave an interview in which he told young people that if opportunities ‘don’t arise, create them!’. They don’t all have a hot line to the WDA like you Carl, those working at Hafan y Mor are not going to be given a few million to develop a nice but minority interest tourist attraction – they’ll be the people who are paid the minimum wage throughout the summer months to serve the coffees and do the cleaning….

Carl maintains that ‘Doors seem to have a habit of opening or closing, as the case may be!’ Interestingly enough Carl, if you blow the whistle on a sex trafficking ring or you help someone who has, a lot of doors seem to slam shut very firmly and very quickly. Including the cell door behind you in Walton Prison or Broadmoor.

Regarding the NHS in Wales, Carl’s pearls include – ‘One of the biggest challenges in Wales is to make sure we know what impacts on the public’s health and work to get those factors right’.

In 2012, Carl was given an OBE for his work ‘in the community in Anglesey. He has also been honoured by the National Eisteddfod and is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards – as are a number of Dafydd’s and Lucille’s associates. In 2014 Carl was awarded the Alumni Medal for Social Responsibility by the University of Manchester.

 Carl has contributed to the BMA Cymru Wales Community Blog. He explained that as a result of the decline of the community in which he worked as a GP,’a high prevalence of hypertension, diabetes and depression followed and in an attempt to address this, I successfully led the development of the first community cooperative in the UK, Antur Aelhaearn’.

I have seen no evidence that Antur Aelhaearn has made any difference to the rates of hypertension, diabetes and depression in the community, no matter what other benefits the project may have conferred. Carl believes that it ‘is that with an empowered community, individuals are also empowered and these wider determinants can have a lasting impact on important health indices’.

I invite readers to pop up and have a look at Llanaelhaearn. There isn’t a great deal of empowerment going on. There are decent people doing their best in a region in which they and their children have been priced out of the housing market, because no-one can buy a house from their earnings at Nant Gwertheryn. Indeed it is getting very difficult for people in that position to even rent somewhere. Carl and his children will not face the same problems, although one of Carl’s famous sons did mention that he left Anglesey because there were no opportunities for him there. Presumably Carl’s son did not relocate to the Llyn to clean the cottages at Nant Gwertheryn. As with so many of the brainwaves that emanate from the paedophiles’ friends, those are the jobs that other people’s children do.

Carl has also been involved in international public health projects, including the NGO Medical Emergency Relief International’s (MERLIN) Tuberculosis programme in Tomsk, Siberia, an HIV programme in Mizoram, India and the restructuring of primary care services in Cambodia with French children’s charity ‘Enfants et Dévelopment’.

 

Following Carl’s contribution to the BMA blog, ‘Anonymous’ commented: ‘An excellent summary of a rewarding, selfless and committed professional life. An inspirational dedication to empower communities and individuals and to tackle health inequities in disadvantaged population.’ Anonymous doesn’t live in Carl’s empowered community then…

 

A few days ago the Daily Post Online ran a story about an employee of the DWP in Caernarfon Job Centre who has won a case of disability discrimination against the DWP, after evidence was produced of truly dreadful conduct on the part of the managers of Caernarfon Job Centre. Which will not surprise anyone with knowledge of how Caernarfon Job Centre has conducted business for years.

There is a man who a few years ago was employed by Caernarfon Job Centre – and might well still be – who could a few tales about the paedophiles’ friends. The security man there, Dewi. Dewi is a sort of hired thug who is as rude and intimidating as possible to the clients of Caernarfon Job Centre. It must be a retirement job because Dewi will be past 65 now. I remember Dewi really well from his days as a younger hired thug. Dewi used to be the security man in the Students Union when I was a student. I heard a great many anecdotes about Dewi and his enjoyment of using uncalled for excessive force against the male students. I didn’t expect to ever have a confrontation with Dewi myself, because I was female and didn’t tend to frequent the boozing sessions in the SU – Dewi usually targeted boys who had been in the bar, so that he could use the excuse of drunken students for his excessive force.

However I did encounter Dewi. After I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist, it was Dewi who was called upon to throw me out of the SU building – and unlawfully grab my bag and chuck it outside – repeatedly. Dewi was a personal friend of the nurse employed by the Student Health Centre, Liz Stables – Liz was a mate of Dafydd’s.

Dewi used to live on the Maesgeirchan estate, just outside of Bangor. Which was the location of Ty’r Felin, the children’s home where the kids were abused and trafficked for sex work, to Dolphin Square as well as to other places (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

As a hired thug who socialised with other thugs and friends of Dafydd, Dewi will have known a great deal about the paedophile gang whom he was assisting.

If the police want to have a word with Dewi, he’s the one in Caernarfon Job Centre who’s quite short and muscular with a 1970s walrus moustache and a lot of gold jewellery. Who looks like an ageing henchman for serious criminals.

 

 

 

The Bloody State We’re In

I continue to research the backgrounds of those colleagues of Rhodri Morgan’s whom he named approvingly in his biography.

Rhodri Morgan was of course unsuccessful in his first attempt at getting himself elected as the leader of the Welsh Labour Party in 1999 and thus as Wales’s first FM. Rhodri writes about this campaign in which he stood – unsuccessfully – against Alun Michael.

Rhodri’s campaign was given £2 k by Mike McCarthy of Rightacres Properties. Rhodri mentions that McCarthy’s solicitor was David Seligman, who was also Rhodri’s solicitor. David Seligman has been a big name in the Labour Party in south Wales for decades, he is one of the many who ‘couldn’t believe’ that George Thomas was a child molester, one of the many who couldn’t believe/didn’t know whilst being close friends with the people who bribed and threatened the victims of George Thomas into silence (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Rhodri also received, rather inexplicably, £100 for his campaign from Jilly Cooper. I wouldn’t have thought that a woman who keeps dogs with ridiculous names (satirised by ‘Private Eye’ as ‘my labrador Parker Bowles’) and who has made millions writing books about imaginary upper-class people having extra-marital sex whilst dressed in hunting gear would have much fellow feeling with Rhodri’s ambitions to be FM of Wales. Furthermore Jilly Cooper supports the Conservative Party. £100 isn’t a great deal of money for Jilly Cooper, but it’s still a bit odd that Rhodri Morgan ever even came to her attention.

I haven’t ever actually read any of Jilly Cooper’s books, not even that one that is on sale everywhere with the front cover featuring a picture of some jodhpur-clad buttocks being groped, but I’ve read about them. From what I understand, the only thing Welsh in Jilly’s writing is a character called Gareth Llewellyn, who is a ‘Welsh firebrand’. I expect that he has sex with someone posh, a la Mellors. Who could Jilly have possibly modelled that character on?

Rhodri based the north Wales branch of his leadership campaign in ‘the Labour house owned jointly by John Marek and the MEP for north Wales, Joe Wilson’. So Rhodri’s north Wales arm was situated at the heart of Paedophilia Central in Wrexham. In the midst of the Waterhouse Inquiry. Rhodri and his Mrs Julie didn’t think of popping over to Ewloe to have a word with Sir Ronnie Waterhouse then, even though Julie was a former social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s and some of the Barnardo’s staff had been involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

John Marek was the famously peculiar Labour MP, 1983-01 and AM for Wrexham, 1999-07, who ended up forming his own party consisting only of himself. Marek’s previous can be read in my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifliarious’. Marek was also associated with Forward Wales, a damp squib which evolved from a John Marek initiative. The other leading light in Forward Wales was Ron Davies – Ron joined up once he’d burnt his boats with the Labour Party after the business with Boogie on Clapham Common (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Marek worked as hard as the rest of them not to know about the paedophile gang causing havoc in his constituency.

Joe Wilson was a Labour MEP for north Wales, 1989-99, and was Vice-Chair, Delegation for relations with Canada, 1992-1994. There is very little information available about Joe Wilson – other than that he was born in Birkenhead and is 80 years of age. So he could well be part of the Liverpool branch of Dafydd’s empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

During his campaign, Rhodri won the votes of UNISON and MSF. Two unions who faithfully provided free legal advice and protection for the paedophiles and their friends when they had been caught abusing their positions or indeed their patients/clients (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). The corrupt reps of MSF used their knowledge of the criminal activity and misconduct at St George’s Hospital Medical School for their own gain, not to protect patients.

Rhodri had a cousin in Beddgelert, Nia, who was his hotline to north Wales. So Nia will know about the two Hergest patients who lived in Beddgelert, one who lived in squalor and chaos and who very obviously had been abandoned by the ‘services’. The local Church put considerable effort into trying to support him, but such were his difficulties that the havoc and disturbances to the peace of Beddgelert continued and he was eventually forced out of the village by vigilante action. Whilst Julie and Rhodri spouted crap about empowering service users.

The other patient who lived in Beddgelert killed himself by jumping in front of the train after walking out of the Hergest Unit. This man had been a professional football coach in his 20s and was friendly with a friend of mine. My friend watched the mental health services load this man up with anti-psychotics which left him incapable of doing anything other than sleeping for 18 hours a day. He kept telling my friend that the ‘medication’ had destroyed his life and that he couldn’t carry on like this. He made the mistake of expressing this view to the Angels so they gave him even more. The other thing that this man insisted on doing which really upset the Top Doctors and Angels was to tell people how when he was a teenager living in Birmingham he knew about a paedophile gang in the area who were targeting boys. Thus a diagnosis of paranoid schizophrenia was made.

Before he died, this man was hospitalised in the Hergest Unit at the same time as my friend. One morning my friend noticed that the man from Beddgelert was in a dreadful state, having just been forcibly dosed up to an even greater extent – he was frothing at the mouth and was in physical pain. He told my friend that he could not live like this any longer. A few hours later he was found dead on the railway track having been hit by a train. When an Angel broke the news of his death to my friend she told him that the trouble with the dead man was that ‘he just wanted to die really’. I wonder why.

There was a great deal of trouble after that young man died. He was a popular figure – the police were furious and neighbours were seething at what they maintained was the serious neglect of a very nice man. His family were distraught and gave an interview to the ‘Daily Post’. They did investigate the possibility of legal action against the North West Wales NHS Trust, but as ever they encountered problems when they tried to do this. A complaint to the GMC was made and a Hergest psychiatrist, a Dr Oberholzer, was I think reprimanded.

The deaths of Hergest patients continued and Oberholzer was also the subject of another serious complaint (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). He continued to practice.

 

Rhodri Morgan was beaten in the 1999 leadership campaign by Alun Michael. It was nearly universally agreed upon in Wales that Blair rigged the election because he was so desperate for Alun Michael to be installed as FM. I don’t know WHY Blair was desperate to see Michael as FM rather than Rhodri. Alun Michael was a paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s puppet, but Rhodri was just as much of a paedophiles’ friend. Rhodri was such a wally that he could hardly have led serious opposition to Blair’s New Labour regime in Westminster no matter how much he would have liked to.

 

Rhodri’s book mentions that during the first elections to the National Assembly in May 1999, Richard Edwards won for Labour in Preseli Pembrokeshire. So Edwards joined the many other paedophiles’ friends as the sun rose on a new dawn for Wales. It was Ron Davies who memorably said on TV after the ‘yes’ campaign won the devolution vote in Sept 1997, ‘Good morning – and it is a very good morning for Wales’. I quite agreed with Ron at the time because I was fed up with Wales being stuffed over by Westminster, but then I didn’t realise that the National Assembly was going to function as yet another home for the paedophiles’ friends.

So who do you want governing you Wales? A bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd with their noses in the trough who have more money and goodies than the rest of you? Or a bunch of greedy spineless hypocritical paedophiles’ friends in Westminster with their noses in an even bigger trough who have even more money than the rest of you as well as even more money than the greedy spineless hypocrital paedophiles’ friends in the Senedd?

 

Richard Edwards was born in Llanelli. He was educated at Queen Elizabeth Grammar School, Carmarthen, the University of Swansea and the  University of Birmingham. Edwards is a member of the Institute of Chartered Secretaries and Administrators and a of dear old UNISON.

Richard Edwards was a Local Government Officer in Hounslow, 1979-81; Lecturer and Researcher, Institute of Local Gov’t Studies, 1981-85; a Freelance Political Researcher, 1985-87; Agent and Researcher to Alan Williams MP, 1987-95; Freelance Political Researcher and Lecturer, 1995-99. Before he was elected as an AM, Edwards was a Councillor on Carmarthen Town Council and was Mayor of Carmarthen,  1997-98. He stood down at the 2003 election.

No wonder Richard Edwards was snapped up as an AM. He grew up in west Wales whilst a paedophile gang operated there – a gang which had links to the gang in north Wales. He went to Swansea University, an institution run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). After finishing his PhD, Edwards worked for Hounslow – which borders on Richmond-Upon-Thames, the location of another major paedophile gang which operated through the Council’s Social Services at the time (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…). After returning to west Wales, Edwards worked for Alan Williams – a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and in his later years a shameless toady to Blair (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Edwards was a local Gov’t specialist, a Councillor and a Mayor in west Wales. He will have known about the organised abuse of children which had taken place – and continued to take place –  in every place in which Edwards had lived and worked and he probably knew that the gangs doing it were linked and involved Westminster and Whitehall figures.

Whilst in the Assembly, Edwards was Chair of the Local Government and Environment Committee, then the Environment, Planning and Transport Committee from March 2000.

So Richard, why were the teenaged twins June and Jennifer Gibbons from Pembrokeshire banged up in Broadmoor by the paedophiles’ friends after a few years during the 1970s and early 80s at the hands of the special education and child psychology services in west Wales when they did no more than commit petty crime and tell people that they were prostitutes? Can you also tell us anything about Jennifer’s death ‘from her medication’ days before she was due to be released from Broadmoor? And why did Marjorie Wallace never tell the truth about who had done what to those girls – or breathe a word about Jimmy Savile, until after he died when of course Marjorie told everyone that she knew how unsuitable he was to be running Broadmoor (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). The two patients who committed suicide after Savile abused them must have clean slipped Marjorie’s mind for all those years…

I have wondered for years which high profile friend of Marjorie’s bedfellow Lord Snowdon everybody feared that the Gibbons twins might name or even write about, what with those girls sending off manuscripts to publishers…

The Gibbons twins stopped writing after they’d been imprisoned in Broadmoor because their ‘medication’ for their ‘paranoid schizophrenia’ damaged their eyesight so severely. They did tell Marjorie about this, but a Top Doctor explained to Marj that the Gibbons girls were ‘using their knowledge of medication to manipulate her’.

I was an evil cow as well, Robert Bluglass was horrified to learn, during his cover-up of the criminality of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’), that I read psychiatry journals. I was a medical researcher with access to university libraries so it was hardly bloody surprising was it Bluglass. One thing that I did find out from my subversive academic reading was some of the influential names of those in Bluglass’s network which went back as far as his student days at St Andrews.

OOH wicked bitch – and I’d discovered that Dafydd was involved in serious crime to boot…

Richard Edwards will also have known that other longstanding paedophiles’ friend, Nia Griffith, MP for Llanelli (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’).

I don’t know why Edwards stood down in 2003, but it might have been because he had not been a good enough friend to the paedophiles – he was replaced by Tamsin Dunwoody, who excelled as a paedophiles’ friend and also had the advantage of coming from a whole dynasty of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

Someone else mentioned in Rhodri’s book was Christine Gwyther. Gwyther was AM for Carmarthenshire West and South Pembrokeshire, 1999-07. Gwyther achieved notoriety whilst she was the Agriculture Minister under FM Alun Michael. The farmers of Wales – who are nearly all livestock farmers, it being rather difficult to do the arable bit on the slopes of mountains with high rainfall  – did not feel that Christine had their interests at heart when it was discovered that Gwyther was a vegetarian. I can imagine circumstances in which a veggie could fight for Wales’s farmers but it was noticeable that neither Christine Gwyther or Alun Michael managed to win the farmers over.

The farmers have got paedophiles’ friend Lesley Griffiths on their side now. In her role as Agriculture Minister Lesley gave them all a bollocking recently and told them that they didn’t know how to run their own businesses. As a former medical secretary in one of the most dangerous hospitals in Wales – Wrexham Maelor – who spent years in this capacity as well as in her capacity as a Wrexham Councillor ignoring the paedophile gang on her doorstep (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’), Lesley is obviously just the person to tell other people that they are not showing enough ‘entrepreneurship’. Unlike John Allen who in 1968 invested in an old building near Wrexham and filled it with youngsters who were in local authority care whilst charging local authorities a great deal of money. The youngsters were then battered and abused by staff and visitors and in their mid-teens were trafficked to gay brothels owned by Allen in London and Brighton. John Allen became a millionaire. If only the hill farmers would show that sort of initiative.

Christine came from west Wales and before she became an AM, she was a Pembrokeshire County Council Development Officer. So like Richard Edwards, Christine Gwyther will know about the paedophiles of west Wales and the rationale behind the destruction of the Gibbons twins. Gwyther will also be able to give us all the lowdown on the corruption in Pembrokeshire County Council, the huge quantities of money and perks enjoyed by the Chief Executive and the subsequent police investigation which did not result in any prosecutions. But then a leading light in Pembrokeshire County Council had for many years sat on the Police Authority (see post ‘ A Major Coup – Or A Complete Disaster?’).

Gwyther was one of two candidates to be nominated for the 2012 election for the Police and Crime Commissioner for the Dyfed Powys Police Region, but mercifully was unsuccessful.

 

Richard Edwards and Christine Gwyther might also like to tell everyone how Keith Thomson managed to get himself appointed as Chief Executive of the NHS Trust which served west Wales after he resigned as CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust in 2005, following my lawyer summoning Keith before the High Court in Cardiff where he was told to hand over all my medical records – which he was unlawfully witholding – or face a possible prison sentence for contempt of court (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

After a series of NHS disasters in west Wales, Keith resigned again. Except that he quietly stayed on as an ‘advisor’ to the Board. This was a man, who whilst he was CEO in the NW Wales NHS Trust, presided over a regime which boasted the second highest suicide rate among female patients of any region of England and Wales and who also saw a number of his own staff commit suicide. Then there was Keith’s purchase of a Trust dinner set, made of the finest china and embossed with the Trust’s logo, to be used by members of the Trust Board only – a snip at over £12k. Meanwhile a young epileptic patient ended up in a persistent vegetative state after being admitted to Ysbyty Gwynedd on a Bank Holiday when there were no senior doctors on call and no-one knew how to treat her – she was given the wrong medication. Thomson had refused to waste money employing senior doctors on call at weekends and Bank Holidays. Whilst this happened, the Trust notepaper upon which Thomson wrote insulting letters to me and other patients with serious complaints branding us ‘vexatious complainants’ and announcing that he would not reply to any more of our correspondence, carried the ‘Positive About Disabled People’ logo. Yes, Mr Thomson was so positive about disabled people that he created them. There wasn’t just the epileptic girl, there was also the Hergest patient who had a leg amputated after contracting a hospital acquired infection – no-one had warned him that the ward was infected, he was a self-harmer with open wounds and whoops, bang went that leg of his…

I am still waiting for a clue as to why this madman was ever given the job as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust in the first place, yet alone allowed to remain there and then be smuggled off down to run the NHS in west Wales after he nearly ended up in prison. I suspect that the words ‘Dafydd and the paedophiles’ will be relevant to the explanation.

Perhaps paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt would like to explain – Hutt was Health Minister whilst Thomson maimed and killed patients in north west Wales. Dr Brian Gibbons could follow up by telling us why Thomson was then given the opportunity to wreak further death and destruction in west Wales  – he was Health Minister when Thomson sneaked off down there. By the time that happened, I had written to Gibbons telling him that I had evidence of criminal activity in the North West Wales NHS Trust. Gibbons wrote back to tell me that this correspondence was now at an end.

You revolting stupid old git Gibbons, they were running a crime syndicate and people died because of it.

 

Here’s another name who was in the know – Margaret McDonagh. She was the General Secretary of the Labour Party, 1998-2001, whilst Blair, Alun Michael and Rhodri et al kept the lid on the assaults, crimes and deaths that continued throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry which was of course happening alongside the stupidities of Jane Hutt, Christine Gwythor, Richard Edwards et al.

McDonagh was part of the New Labour leadership inner-circle for the 1997 General Election campaign and was one of the inner-core deciding the official party position on specific issues, including perhaps the NHS policy of ‘frame the witnesses to the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles and have them banged up’. Or even the killing in a hit and run of another witness whilst Blair was getting ready to be PM.

I knew that young man Maggie and the accessories to the crime as named and detailed previously…

When in 1998, McDonagh became General Secretary of the Labour Party, she had served as Deputy General Secretary for the previous year. She was not always popular with the grassroots and parts of the PLP due to her perceived ‘control-freakery’. Her ‘organisational skills’ came to the fore in the delivery of a second landslide victory at the 2001 General Election. McDonagh was criticised for accepting, without consultation, a £100,000 donation from the ‘Daily Express’ and porn publisher Richard Desmond.

 

I remember Blair being interviewed by Paxman about that. Paxo recited a list of Dirty Des’s titles – things like ‘Asian Babes’, ‘Big Ones’ etc – and asked Blair if he knew what was in those magazines. Blair winced and said ‘no I don’t’. Do you mean Blair that you have never even had a quick flick through the naughty books – particularly as some of those starring were coerced into it whilst they were kids in care and the people forcing them into the porn trade were protected by the colleagues and mates of your wife?

I don’t mind if folk like Ben Dover and his wife Linzi want to star in such material, they were consenting adults and made a good living at it. The victims of Dafydd and John Allen weren’t and didn’t. Lady Patricia Scotland was never paid a fortune to aggressively cross-examine Ben Dover and Linzi and call them lying criminals – but she did do that to those who had been brutalised and forced into crime by Dafydd and the paedophiles. And you Blair gave her a peerage and put her in the Lord Chancellor’s Dept as a reward and then Gordon appointed her Attorney General.

Dirty Des also has his Television X channel – one of the offerings on Television X is entitled ‘Fill That Crack’.

 

Another porn baron who goes under the umbrella of being a ‘businessman’ is David Sullivan. Sullivan spent the first ten years of his life in Cardiff – his dad was in the RAF. Sullivan hit the big time as a pornographer in the 1970s, making a great deal of money from porn mags and movies. I have always wondered whether there was a dreadful side to Sullivan’s empire that has been as well-concealed as what was happening in north Wales at that time. Sullivan’s girlfriend was porn star Mary Millington. Mary was found dead in Aug 1979.

After Mary’s death, Sullivan, ever the sensitive soul, continued to make money from his products starring Mary, ie. ‘Mary Millington’s True Blue Confessions’ (1980) and ‘Emmanuelle in Soho’ (1981).

In 1982 Sullivan was convicted of living off immoral earnings and after a successful appeal was released after serving 71 days in prison. Sullivan explained that he did not feel embarrassed about the initial source of his early fortunes. ‘I’ve made a lot of people happy’ he said. ‘If I was an arms manufacturer or a cigarette manufacturer, and my products killed millions of my clients, I’d have a bit of doubt about the whole thing. I was a freedom fighter. I believe in the right of adults to make their own decisions.’

But Sullivan – Mary was dead. And whilst some of your stars and clients were adults making their own decisions, some of them were kids in care who’d been snared by Dafydd and his gang and absolutely no-one would help them at all, no matter how much evidence they had, no matter how many witnesses there were and no matter how many of the victims and witnesses were found dead.

Sullivan owned Birmingham City and West Ham Football Clubs.

Sullivan’s investment company, Conegate, owns property in London including Russell & Bromley’s flagship shopbuildings in Oxford Street.

Sullivan has been a Patron of Prostate Cancer UK for over 15 years. He is an active supporter of the Teenage Cancer Trust along with several other charities nationwide. Sullivan celebrated West Ham’s promotion to the Premier League in May 2012 by donating a five figure sum to a charity for children with autism.

Bechod!

As well as being a porn star, Mary Millington worked as a call girl and in Sullivan’s sex shop in Norbury. She then opened her own shop in Tooting. The shop was raided by the police on numerous occasions and Mary claimed the police threatened her and forced her to pay protection money. In the past she had publicly criticised police raids on sex shops and published the addresses and telephone numbers of Scotland Yard, the DPP and MPs in her magazines. Was Mary perhaps sick of the hypocrisy of these people and did she know rather more about them than was made public?

The accounts of Mary’s final years could have been written by Dafydd. She had always been prone to ‘neurosis and depression’, which was ‘exacerbated by her cocaine habit’. Her mother’s death in 1976 also ‘affected her deeply and her behaviour became unpredictable’, which led to her breaking up with Sullivan.

Mary encountered serious problems following the police raids on her shop. A few months prior to her death, she had received a large tax bill which she was unable to pay. Her ‘kleptomania’ became more pronounced in the last year of her life, with arrests for shoplifting in June 1979 and again for stealing a necklace the day before her death.

Millington committed suicide at the age of 33, by taking an overdose of the tricyclic antidepressant anafranil, along with paracetamol and alcohol, at her home in Surrey. Her husband found her dead in her bed on 19 Aug 1979. She left four suicide notes which were found near her body. In one of them she had written, ‘The police have framed me yet again. They frighten me so much. I can’t face the thought of prison… The Nazi tax man has finished me as well’. In another note, to her solicitor Michael Kaye, Millington wrote ‘the police have killed me with their threats…the police have made my life a misery with frame ups. The tax man has hounded me so much- I will be made bankrupt, he mustn’t get anything of his £200,000 demands. He is a religious maniac’. In another note, to David Sullivan, she wrote: ‘please print in your magazines how much I want porn to be legalised, but the police have beaten me.’

Mary Millington might as well have been living in Bethesda…

The anti-depressant which killed Mary was dispensed to suicidal patients in north Wales. Tricylic anti-depressants are toxic in overdose and you don’t have to take many of them to kill you. So Dafydd and Tony Francis (Dr X) ensured that suicidal patients were given plenty of them but no other meaningful help. The patients were then harassed, threatened, assaulted, framed by the police, made homeless etc. All Dafydd and Francis had to do was to stand back and wait for the inevitable. As Tony Francis wrote on my records as he also busied himself trying to have me locked up on the basis of his perjury- along with the MDU, Hempsons, the BMA and the Welsh Office – ‘this case can only end in tragedy’.

All together now, to quote Brown – ‘it has – for them’.

Dafydd and David Sullivan are still alive and very rich.

There was no evidence found of a criminal conspiracy to conceal widespread sexual abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales. The people who maintained that they were abused could not be believed because they had criminal convictions, drug problems and were mental health patients.

People who knew Mary Millington spoke of what a nice person she was. Just like Jane the porn star who lived in Bethesda and who died of breast cancer during the Waterhouse Inquiry, when the Top Docs were managing to save the lives of so many other women with the same condition.

One of Mary’s films was called ‘Oh, Nurse!’.

Mary Millington starred in the film the Great Rock N Roll Swindle along with the Sex Pistols. Readers of my vintage will remember Sid Vicious killing himself after murdering his girlfriend Nancy Spungeon. Or at least that’s what it was presumed happened. Sid and Nancy both had mental health problems as well as serious drug habits and there seems to have been a great deal of confusion about who did what when. A number of people at the time blamed Malcolm McClaren for the disaster. It was alleged that McClaren was fully aware that he had two unhappy volatile young people on his hands and everything that McClaren did aggravated the situation. McClaren himself freely admitted that the bad publicity surrounding the Sex Pistols and the violence at their gigs did wonders for the marketing and profits. McClaren remained remarkably unconcerned even after Sid and Nancy’s deaths.

McClaren is dead but his partner Dame Viv is still with us. Dame Viv is interested in Saving the Planet and Poor People but Dame Viv is not the sharpest knife in the drawer so doesn’t sound very convincing when she discusses such matters. ‘Private Eye’ have run a number of articles detailing Dame Viv’s tax dodges and her exploitation of unpaid interns.

Malcolm and Dame Viv’s son used to boast of being a pornographer, but latterly he’s repackaged his activities as something more arty.

Sid, Nancy and Mary Millington might not be with us any more, but one person who knew much of what was going on around them before they died was Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant. Adam Ant hasn’t done as well out of it all as Dame Viv. In fact poor old Adam Ant developed serious mental health problems, was arrested and prosecuted and ended up in the hands of the Top Doctors in a secure unit. Adam found the whole process very distressing, alleged that false allegations had been made about him and tried to tell John Humphrys on the ‘Today’ programme about what had happened to him in the secure unit. When Adam began a sentence with ‘no-one would believe what happens in those places, just let me tell you…’, John Humphrys silenced him.

John – invite Adam/Stuart back on and let him tell us WHAT was going on. Those places do not ‘help’ people, they are run by Top Doctors who are complicit with serious crime and part of the rationale for banging people up in secure units is to ensure that people like you will dismiss anything that they say.

My suspicions that someone wanted to silence Stuart Goddard were reinforced when I read that a Top Doctor involved in Stuart’s ‘care’ had obtained legal powers over him to stop him embarking on a tour or indeed even talking to the media. This was because Stuart didn’t know his own mind and should he be allowed to mouth off to the media he would become so distressed that he would be at risk of suicide. Stuart Goddard has not appeared in the media since.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, let’s just sort this out then, let your Uncle Jimmy who is friends with the Royals and Thatcher, corrupt police officers, corrupt lawyers, Top Doctors and God knows who else just fix it for everyone…

Stuart’s friends were so horrified at what passed for NHS care that they got him into a private unit. That unit will still have been run by crooks, but the physical environment will have been more pleasant.

 

 

Mary Millington died young and in despair, but another colleague of David Sullivan’s did very well out of her association with him – Baroness Karen Brady, Cameron’s Ambassador for Small Businesses, role model to women everywhere, all round superstar and game show host who raises one eyebrow. Karen began her career with Saatchi & Saatchi and progressed to selling advertising in Sullivan’s publications. Karen, being one who breaks glass ceilings, is known as the First Lady of Football.

In 2008, David Sullivan and Karen Brady were arrested by the City of London Police, interviewed and released on bail as part of an investigation into corruption in English football. Karen’s male business partners were furious that Karen had been arrested – according to them it was sexism wot was behind it, the police couldn’t bear to see a successful woman…

Karen is Patron of the Life After Stroke Awards and an Ambassador for Well Being for Women. She has also been Cosmopolitan’s Woman of the Year, was named in the category of Woman Who Has Changed The World, was awarded Britain’s Most Inspirational Women by the Breakthrough for Breast Cancer Inspiration Awards and has attended The Queen’s lunch for Women Achievers and Business Leaders.

What would we do without you to show us the way Karen?

I’d love to know who wanted Mary Millington dead.

Karen is a Conservative and now that she is in the Lords she is thinking of a career in politics. She has already hobnobbed with George Osborne and Cameron.

Karen’s buddy on the gameshow on which she raises one eyebrow is dear old Lord Alan Sugar. Lord Alan gave a great deal of money to the Labour Party and Gordon gave him a peerage. A few years later Lord Alan left the Labour Party. Alan is of course a business champion and an entrepreneur. I do not know whether, like Karen, Alan built his success on a porn business which killed the person who underpinned its success, but I do know that when Lord Sugar has tried to run real businesses, those businesses have gone tits up. What Lord Sugar is very good at is things like property speculation and various other methods of accumulating money which aren’t actually predicated on running a business – and of course at blagging away in a Cockney accent, being filmed getting in and out of expensive cars and walking into shiny skyscrapers, telling people why he doesn’t like them and pointing at people whilst saying ‘you’re fired’.

Why does the UK have so many more problems building a successful business culture than many other countries? Probably because we’ve encouraged a whole generation to view Karen Brady and Alan Sugar as ‘role models’.

 

To return to the lady who took a donation from a pornographer to swell the Labour Party’s coffers. After stepping down from the position of General Secretary following the 2001 General Election, Margaret McDonagh undertook a Harvard University business course and became General Manager of Express Newspapers, which I presume were still owned by Dirty Des.

Margaret is Chair of the Standard Life Charitable Trust. She has been a non-executive director of Standard Life, TBI plc and CareCapital Group plc. 

CareCapital plc describes itself as ‘an investor in and developer of healthcare property in the UK and Germany. It develops healthcare properties, and then lets them to tenants on long term leases providing a cost effective solution to practitioners that is uniquely tailored to their needs. In so doing it captures both the development profit and the long term revenue stream deriving from leasing what then becomes an investment property. CareCapital buys completed properties occasionally in circumstances where there are development opportunities but its main focus is development and then investment. The group’s properties are primarily health centres let to GP practices, dental surgeries, and pharmacies. Most of these properties are intended for the broad NHS sector. In Germany the group has created multi-occupancy neighbourhood clinics providing a variety of care facilities. The group is also seeking opportunities to develop intermediate care facilities, such as community hospitals, within the primary care sector’.

Which sounds suspiciously like a con.

In 2004, McDonagh was given a peerage.

In 2013 McDonagh was appointed Chair of the Smart Meter Central Delivery Body, which then became Smart Energy GB, ‘an independent organisation that aims to inform consumers about smart meters and their national rollout across Great Britain’.

No, I wouldn’t buy a used car from Margaret either.

 

Margaret’s sister is Siobhain McDonagh, MP for Mitcham and Morden – she and Margaret share a house together in Siobhain’s constituency. If readers are marvelling at how filthy Margaret’s hands are, just take in a few facts about Siobhain:

Siobhain (and Margaret) live in Colliers Wood, just down the road from the Sodom and Gomorrah which is St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s covers their patch. Siobhain has lived in the area for a long time and lived there whilst I worked at St George’s, 1989-91 and witnessed their collusion with serious crime (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Siobhain was a clerical officer for the DHSS, 1981–83, a receptionist at the Wandworth Homeless Persons Unit, 1984–86 and a housing adviser from 1986–88. Prior to being elected to Parliament she worked as a Development Manager for Battersea Churches Housing Trust, 1988–97. She served as a councillor on the London Borough of Merton for Colliers Wood, 1982-98, chairing the Housing Committee, 1990-95.

Whilst Siobhan was working for Wandsworth, Wandsworth Social Services – in collaboration with St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital – were colluding with child abuse, the abuse of mental health patients and with serious drug offences (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were directly involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles – although they knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. Wandsworth had direct contact with Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress and Director of Gwynedd Social Services – who was facilitating the paedophile gang.

St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services were not only concealing child abuse in north Wales. They were concealing an organised gang in south London as well, one member of which was their Professor of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Oliver was a big player in a pan-European paedophile ring and was imprisoned for the possession of child porn in 1986 – whilst Siobhain was sitting on the local Council. The Director of Education for Wandsworth, Donald Naismith, was also named as being an active participant in a paedophile gang (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends… ‘).

Siobhain will have definitely have known about all this. There were high profile police raids, arrests and convictions and as an insider, Siobhain will have known damn well that only a few of the guilty were prosecuted. Not only were many people left to conduct business as before, but St George’s, Springfield and Wandsworth Council were heaving with their colleagues and mates who had covered up for everyone who hadn’t been charged.

Siobhan’s fellow Merton Councillor at the time, Theresa May, will have known as much as Siobhain about the cesspool.

 

I am a bit baffled by the McDonaghs living in Colliers Wood. Of course it may have changed since I lived nearby, but I remember Collier’s Wood very well. Partly because there was a truly lovely, good-humoured GP who was based there, who I think must have been the only Top Doc in the area who gave a stuff about his patients. Then I ventured into Colliers Wood myself when I was looking for somewhere to live after responding to an advert and it really blew even my mind in terms of socio-economic disadvantage. Collier’s Wood was not a place where St George’s staff would ever choose to live. I spent about an hour chatting to the man who had advertised the ‘shared house’ – not because I had any intention of living there, but because I wanted to find out what was going on.

The man who placed the advert was a man who was probably in his late 20s. The house was a very run down – to the extent of having a number of missing windows – but sizeable house, but was virtually uninhabitable. The young man was entertaining a number of girls of about 12-14 yrs old there. The girls were charging around the house yelling and screaming and when the noise became too much, the young man would stick his head through the door and try and yell louder than them and tell them to shut up. It transpired that the girls had ‘run away from home’ and the young man explained to me that he ‘looked after them’. Then there were the drugs being openly consumed…

I was gobsmacked by the scene, I had never encountered anything like it. I did my ‘News Of The World’ reporter bit and made my excuses and left. I presumed that the kindly GP whom I had encountered in my work at St George’s was the only GP saintly enough to remain in Collier’s Wood – there didn’t seem to be any others and he worked in a one-doctor practice.

The next day I told my colleagues at St George’s of the extraordinary arrangement that I had witnessed. None of them gave a stuff and cheerily told me that ‘no-one’ lived in Colliers Wood.

A friendly but odd adult man living in a half derelict house with a group of 12 year old runaway girls and feeding them recreational chemicals? Why on earth would the Top Docs at the ‘leading London medical school’ next door ever concern themselves with that? That’s the leading medical school with it’s world class Academic Dept of Psychiatry specialising in young people’s problems.

Would you happen to remember the domestic set-up that I inadvertently stumbled upon Siobhain and Margaret?

 

Siobhain is now Patron of Leap Forward Employment  – a community interest company that finds work for adults with mental health issues.

Should Jeremy Corbyn become PM, surely Siobhain will be a dead cert for the job as Secretary of State for Health.

 

After Margaret McDonagh accepted Dirty Des’s dosh, the Labour Party tried to distance themselves and collectively indulged in I Know Nuzzing…. It was stressed by the next General Secretary that even Lord Levy didn’t know that the Party had accepted filthy lucre from a porn baron. Lord Levy is best remembered for having been arrested as part of the Cash for Honours police investigation, so poor old Des must have felt rejected. Whom did Blair appoint as the next General Secretary in Sept 2001 in order to pick up the pieces of Labour’s shattered reputation? A man called David Triesman.

 

David Triesman was educated at Stationers’ Company School, London; the University of Essex – as was Siobhain McDonagh – and King’s College, Cambridge.

Triesman worked as a Research Officer in Addiction at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1970-74. So Triesman worked at that farcical centre of ‘expertise in addiction’ that was based on laughable research and was run by people who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and many others. When Triesman worked at the Institute of Psychiatry, it was still part of the Maudsley. Dafydd’s many protectors were working there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and his mate Bob Hobson was still there as well, having not yet relocated to Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’). Tony Francis passed through the Institute of Psychiatry at some point during the early-mid 1970s and Triesman may well have been working there whilst Francis was. Triesman undoubtedly will have been very well-acquainted with Dafydd’s network in south London.

Blair most definitely did not make these appointments of paedophiles’ friends accidentally.

Triesman was then a Senior Lecturer at the Polytechnic of South Bank, 1975-84. It was during those years that some of those involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal studied at the South Bank Poly. Triesman was Deputy General Secretary, National Association of Teachers in Further and Higher Education 1984-93; General Secretary, Association of University Teachers, 1993-2001.

By the time that Triesman was leading unions representing lecturers in FE and HE, not only were the problems that colleges and universities were having dealing with the abuse and horror of what their social work students were witnessing on placement well-known, but a number of lecturing staff were colluding with the abuse of clients by removing or bullying students who were raising concerns. Triesman was Gen Sec of the AUT whilst Blair launched his ‘widening participation’ policy without consulting any of the sociologists who knew about the subject and who could have told Blair how to implement it in a way which would have resulted in the policy working. Triesman will have known that the universities were buckling under the strain of a marketized mass HE system without the infrastructure needed and he will also have known of the sheer number of troubled students with quite serious mental health problems who had been coerced into ‘going on a course’ by mental health professionals who could then tick a box marked ‘recovered, in education or employment’. That box remained ticked even if the students could not cope, developed even greater problems and then withdrew from their course feeling very bad about themselves. Meanwhile university lecturers struggled to support distressed students with personal difficulties and very little money, who had been completely abandoned by the statutory services.

I did part of my PhD on this subject and I witnessed the mess on the ground whilst Blair, Bill Rammell and other grinning wallies reassured the general public that ‘Education, Education, Education’ was an unmitigated success and that the nation’s universities were full of shiny, happy students from disadvantaged backgrounds who were embarking upon careers as barristers or merchant bankers. Lord Adonis – one of the architects of Blair’s HE policy – is now U turning like there is no tomorrow, as the results of Blair’s badly thought out nonsense have come home to roost. Nonsense which was only ever designed to pull the wool over the eyes of the nation and disguise the lack of real opportunities for many young people and the gross failures of the welfare services.

Triesman was a member of the Communist Party before he joined Labour. He is a member of the Reform Club.

 

After the 1997 General Election Rhodri and Julie Morgan lunched with Chris Blackhurst of the Indie. Blackhurst moved on to become Editor of the Indie, 2011-13. Since 2013 Blackhurst has been Group Content Director of the four titles overseen by Evgeny Lebedev – so Blackhurst now works for the same man as George Osborne. Chris Blackhurst is a law graduate who studied at Trinity Hall, Cambridge. During the 1990s he worked for the ‘Sunday Express’, The Indie on Sunday and was also the Westminster correspondent for the Indie, which was probably how he ended up having lunch with Rhodri and Julie. So Chris Blackhurst will know the enormity of the crimes that Rhodri and Julie were concealing whilst he noshed with them. Blackhurst seems to be a Conservative and supports various initiatives that are close to the Tories hearts, such as grammar schools. But he still never published anything about all those paedophiles’ friends whom Blair appointed to high office.

Rhodri states in his autobiography that the Parliamentary lobby correspondent Michael White of ‘The Guardian’ was ‘more interested’ in Wales than other journos. Michael White also wrote a regular column for Health Service Journal, 1977-17. White, when discussing media self-censorship in March 2011, said, ‘I have always sensed liberal, middle class ill-ease in going after stories about immigration, legal or otherwise, about welfare fraud or the less attractive tribal habits of the working class, which is more easily ignored altogether…’ 

So Michael, what kept you from publishing the best scoop that ‘The Guardian’ would ever have had – a scoop which involved sex, prostitution, drugs and murder among the ‘tribal’ ‘working classes’ as part of the biggest welfare fraud that could be imagined? Or did you keep quiet because the beneficiaries of the welfare fraud were the affluent middle classes who were the readers of Health Service Journal?

There is a nice photo of Michael White on his wiki entry, of White ‘Chairing a session for the Health Hotel in 2009’. My first response to the photo was ‘what the hell is the Health Hotel?’, my second was to notice that Michael White looks just like Elfed Roberts, the former Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust, who had me arrested for having pink hair and calling his car a penismobile (see post ‘And Now – It’s The Gallery…’).

 

 

Another person who gets a mention in Rhodri’s book is the paedophiles’ friends’ associate Rhodri Williams. Rhodri Williams is a former AM, who resigned from the Welsh Gov’t after entering a pub smoking a fag, after the Welsh Gov’t had outlawed smoking in such places. Rhodri’s faux pas caused an impressive row and I always thought that the reaction to his lit cigarette was out of all proportion to the crime committed. The Senedd was choc full of people who had assisted a gang of paedophiles and the extermination of psychiatric patients yet WW III broke out over someone forgetting a newly passed bit of health and safety legislation. In the way that I have always wondered why the BBC hung Frank Bough and his beige cardigan out to dry over the parties with the call girls and coke, yet continued to embrace Jimmy Savile and his funny little ways,  I have always wondered what the real reason was for Rhodri Williams being ousted.

Sadly I cannot draw any conclusions at the moment – virtually every reference to Rhodri Williams has disappeared from the internet, as have references to other people who have been at the centre of the shenanigans detailed on this blog. I can remember that Rhodri was a Plaid AM and that he was something in the Welsh Language Board whilst dear old Meri Huws was involved with that organisation. I seem to remember that he also had links to I think the Methodist Church. I do know that Rhodri is at present Director of Ofcom in Wales…

There is however another Rhodri Williams who is advertising his services online who is of as much interest to me as the people mentioned in Rhodri’s Morgan’s autobiography. That is Rhodri Williams QC of Henderson Chambers, Temple, London.

Rhodri Williams QC specialises in European Union law and local government and administrative law. He is recommended in the areas of local government law (Chambers & Partners), public procurement (Chambers UK) and public and administrative law (Legal 500).

Rhodri specialises in the law of the internal market as it affects the public sector, and, in particular, the EU public procurement regime, but also deals with a wide range of local government issues, including judicial review of post office closures, school re-organisation plans and school transport decisions. He deals with cases involving both local and regional government, including advising the Welsh Assembly Government and other Government Departments and local authorities, in England, Wales and in Northern Ireland. In 2000, he was appointed to the Attorney General’s list of approved Counsel and to the list of the Counsel General to the National Assembly for Wales and has represented the United Kingdom Government on several occasions before the Court of Justice of the European Union in Luxemburg. He was called to the Bar in Northern Ireland in 2009.

So Mr Williams, on what tricky matters have you been advising the Welsh Gov’t? Anything related to the legacy of a vicious paedophile ring which has left huge swathes of the Assembly and Wales’s public sector compromised and in a permanent state of terror that a survivor of the carnage in north Wales might one day pop up with the evidence of the serious crime which Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Justice Julia Macur maintained did not exist?

For God’s sake, just get into your thick skulls that there are so many skeletons in so many cupboards after decades of Dafydd and Lucille, that you were never going to be able to keep it quiet for ever.

 

Now begin the excavations at the North Wales Hospital and fess up.

 

The inclusive and diversifying Victoria Winckler is someone else who has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and who probably knew that there was something nasty in the (Dr DGE) Wood shed for many years. Victoria is the Director of the Bevan Foundation. I joined the Bevan Foundation myself a few years ago under the delusion that this left-leaning think tank might lead thoughtful discussions regarding how our stale, abusive, endemically corrupt ‘services’ might be restructured to effectively assist people. I was disappointed. I have never seen in any Bevan Foundation material any discussion of why the state’s infrastructure is failing so badly and certainly never a whisper of the abuse of the people at the receiving end. The solution proposed by the Bevan Foundation to the problems of a rotten state is always the same – it is of course for Carwyn to hand over more dosh.

The key to the lack of intelligent policy suggestions from the Bevan Foundation might be found by looking at Victoria Winckler’s CV – like nearly everybody who works in the health and welfare sector, Victoria has spent her entire career within the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends and she is not one to rock a boat with Dafydd et al in it.

Victoria went to Aberystwyth University – she studied geography – 1975-78. She then did an MSc and PhD in town planning at Cardiff University, 1980-85. Victoria began her foray into the world of work as the Head of Policy, Research and European Affairs at Mid-Glamorgan County Council, 1987-96. So Victoria worked there throughout the heady years whilst Mid-Glamorgan County Council ignored the numerous very serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen molesting his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards). Victoria knew whose fortunes to hitch her own cart up to and it wasn’t the kids who became suicidal because of John Owen. It was Mid-Glamorgan County Council – after all, their former education advisor Ron Davies was now the MP for Caerphilly and whilst Winckler was working for Mid-Glamorgan Ron became Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Victoria will have been told that one day Ron would be First Minister when a successful ‘yes’ vote to devolution was delivered, only like Ron himself Victoria didn’t count on Ron actually getting caught and outed during the course of one of his sexual adventures (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Well Victoria and absolutely everybody else had kept quiet about Ron for years and that strategy had been so successful.

Victoria will of course have also known about George Thomas sexually molesting teenagers and on occasions even younger boys, but by the time that Victoria had finished her PhD Thomas had been given a peerage, so obviously it was worth keeping on the right side of him and his mates, who included Thatcher (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

In 1996 after all those years of keeping schtum, as it was announced that there would be a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales – by a gang with links to the people in south Wales about whom Victoria had so loyally kept quiet – Victoria was rewarded with the position of the Head of Economic and Environmental Affairs at the WLGA (Welsh Local Gov’t Association).

The WLGA is an organisation whose members robustly asserted for years that there was no serious problem with organised child abuse either in north Wales or elsewhere (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’). The signature of a leading light of the WLGA can be seen on every lame strategy document which has heralded a plan to ‘turn the services around’ – following yet another disaster resulting in a high profile scandal – alongside the signatures of other leading paedophiles’ friends.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography informs us that the WLGA caused considerable problems for the Welsh Gov’t – even the Gov’t led by the paedophiles’ friend which was Rhodri – because the WLGA took the view that they were the real Gov’t of Wales and instructed the Welsh Gov’t. Tom Middlehurst was Chairman of the WLGA, 1997-99 – whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took evidence.

Middlehurst was leader of Flintshire County Council, 1995-99. Flintshire County Council was been created after Clwyd County Council had been dissolved to ensure that no-one could sue in the aftermath of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Tom had worked for Clwyd County Council since 1971. Flintshire County Council had as many of Dafydd’s mates sitting on it as did Gwynedd County Council – Dafydd’s mates on Gwynedd County Council supported Plaid, whilst the paedophiles’ friends of Flintshire County Council supported Labour. All of them had kept quiet whilst Dafydd supplied children to Thatcher’s Ministers – and others – for sex.

Tom Middlehurst was the saviour of the paedophiles’ folly which was Theatre Clwyd (see post ‘Workers Play Time’) and became the Labour AM for Alyn and Deeside (see post ‘1999-03’).

 

Winckler was at the WLGA when John Jevons – who had presided over the horrors in Clwyd as Director of Social Services (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’) – was welcomed with open arms by Julie Morgan, Sue Essex et al on Cardiff City Council as Director of Social Services for Cardiff after the shit bomb exploded in Clwyd in the summer of 1996 (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

So Victoria Winckler arrived at the WLGA just in time for the Waterhouse Inquiry! She dutifully remained there until the Waterhouse Report had been published and all the anguished cries of ‘Christ what a fucking cover-up, what about all the kids who died?’ had been extinguished.

What else could now happen but for Victoria to be appointed as Director of the Bevan Foundation? Victoria had arrived – particularly with the ale-loving fool Rhodri in place as FM in Wales and Blair as PM in Westminster. Although Victoria had to carefully tread the tightrope between the Old Labour paedophiles’ friends in Cardiff and the New Labour paedophiles’ friends in Westminster. Victoria’s socialism is a bit wishy washy, so presumably she knew that the real power lay with Blair and Mandy no matter how loathed they were in Cardiff Bay.

Victoria has clocked up a few sidelines since she has been Director of the Bevan Foundation. She was a non-exec Director of the Cwm Taf NHS Trust, Oct 2004-Sept 09. Cwm Taf NHS Trust – later known as Cwm Taf Health Board – provides NHS services for the Methyr Tydfil and Rhondda Cynon Taff area. I have friends who live down there and when one of them became pregnant a few years ago there was much discussion of the necessity of her avoiding one particularly lethal hospital. The area served by Cwm Taf Health Board has some of the worst health outcomes in Wales but Victoria will know how to deal with that – you berate the plebs who are living in the profoundly disadvantaged south Wales Valleys on limited incomes for not Getting Screened or eating enough quinoa.

Victoria arrived on the Cwm Taf NHS Trust after the major police investigation into sexual abuse at the by then closed Taff Vale children’s home (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). The investigation was launched upon John Jevons’ arrival in Cardiff and the abuse had happened during those years in which Victoria had been employed just down the road from the Taff Vale children’s home at Mid-Glamorgan County Council.

In 2007 Victoria became a Board Member of the WCVA. She remained a Board member until 2011. The WCVA is yet another honey-pot for paedophiles’ friends.
In 2013 Victoria was appointed a Commissioner at the Living Wage Commission, a post she still holds. In 2014 Victoria became a Board Member of  Traveline Cymru, 2014, where she remains.
Richard Card, a regular correspondent to this blog, recently reminded me to take an interest in the University of Buckingham. Richard has knowledge of some very questionable researchers and theorists associated with the University of Buckingham who I am currently following up.
Max Beloff played a key role in the founding of the University of Buckingham. Max Beloff gave a glowing endorsement to a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was considered to be one of Europe’s leading authorities on local gov’t. Which is staggering really, because Ioan Bowen Rees was the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council for years and before that was County Secretary – whilst Dafydd and Lucille Hughes (Ioan’s Director of Social Services) ran a paedophile ring via the children’s homes in Gwynedd.  Prior to running Gwynedd, Ioan was County Secretary for Dyfed County Council – whilst a paedophile operated on his territory. Ioan undoubtedly knew something about the organised abuse and trafficking of children in care. Furthermore, Ioan knew how terrible the ‘services’ provided by his Council were – because he used to live in the same village as me and could hardly have missed some of the near destitute people in the village who were being grossly neglected by Ioan’s Social Services (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).
Max’s son Michael Beloff QC reared his head in 1996, after the compilation of the Jillings Report, following a major investigation into the abuse of children in care in Clwyd. No-one ever read the Jillings Report in full apart from the Council’s insurers and legal advisors. The Report was heavily redacted anyway and on the orders of the insurers was then pulped. The legal advisor for Clwyd’s insurers, Municipal Mutual, had advised Clwyd that if the Jillings Report was made available, Municipal Mutual would withdraw the Council’s cover and the Councillors would be personally liable for damages (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). That legal advisor was Michael Beloff QC.

Michael’s dad Max Beloff was an historian and Conservative peer. From 1974 to 1979, Beloff was Principal of the University College of Buckingham – now the University of Buckingham.

Beloff was born in Islington, was educated at St Paul’s School and then went to Corpus Christi College, Oxford. In 1957 Beloff was appointed Professor of Government and Public Administration at the University of Oxford.

Beloff was a member of the Liberal Party until 1972 but joined the Conservative Party in 1979 after being attracted by the style of conservatism promoted by Margaret Thatcher and Keith Joseph.

In 1974 Beloff gave up his Oxford Chair in favour of the position of Principal at the new University College at Buckingham, with the founding of which he had been closely concerned.

His dedication to his work in the Lords continued right to the end, even though in the past few years it must have been a great strain for him to come up to London from Brighton every week, to spend two or three nights at the Reform Club.

Max Beloff died in 1999, just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ioan Bowen Rees, the author of the book which had received such high praise from Max and Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, also died in 1999, in May. So anyone who might have been worrying that Ioan might drop a few people in it when Waterhouse blamed everything on the cave-dwellers of north Wales could rest easy once more.

Max was not the only high achiever in his family. His siblings – Michael’s aunts and uncles – all ended up in very influential positions as well.

 

Max’s sister Norah Beloff was a journalist and political writer who worked for ‘The Observer’, 1948-78.

After graduating from Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford in 1940, Beloff worked for the British Foreign Office’s political intelligence department. She moved to Paris in 1944 to work for the British Embassy, staying in Paris after WW II to work for Reuters. Beloff worked for ‘The Economist’, 1946–48 and then ‘The Observer’ as a Paris-based correspondent. She left Paris to cover the Cold War for ‘The Observer’ from Washington, D.C. 1949–51 and Moscow. 

In 1964 Norah Beloff returned to London following her appointment as a political correspondent for ‘The Observer’In this role, she often wrote critical pieces about the Labour Party and Labour Prime Minister Harold Wilson unsuccessfully petitioned ‘The Observer’ to dismiss her. Beloff remained in post until 1976 and then worked as a special correspondent. Beloff left ‘The Observer’ in 1978 because of disagreements with its new editor, Donald Trelford. 

Norah Beloff travelled extensively across Europe in her later career and was arrested in Georgia and expelled from Yugoslavia. She was lampooned in ‘Private Eye’ and fought two legal actions against the magazine; she won libel damages of £3,000 but lost a breach of copyright action.

Norah Beloff’s 1997 Independent obituary mentioned that Beloff was supported by David Astor, the owner and editor of ‘The Observer’ because she exposed the extreme left of the Labour Party. ‘The Observer’ was perceived as a left leaning newspaper but supported Ted Heath in his battle against the unions. David Astor had a reputation as a liberal man and a supporter of worthy causes, but accounts of his conduct during the Profumo Affair – which involved his immediate family – suggest that David Astor was capable of some dreadful things if reputations needed to be preserved (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Norah Beloff’s obituary observed that she was ‘at heart a Conservative’.

In 1977 when she was in her late 50s, Norah Beloff married Clifford Makins, the sports Editor of ‘The Observer’. It was noted that Norah was remembered as a ‘marvellous aunt’ who ‘kept various branches of family together’.

Michael Beloff having a close relationship with his aunt with excellent media connections could be yet another reason why the media showed so little interest in the bizarre and macabre happenings in north Wales.

My post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’  details the aggression, misconduct, lies and danger to patients posed by Stephen Gallagher, a senior nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd. After witness accounts once more demonstrated the danger that Gallagher and two of his colleagues represented to the general public, an extraordinary story featuring Stephen Gallagher found its way into literally the world’s media, not just the ‘Daily Post’. The story portrayed Gallagher as a life-saving war hero regarding his service with the TA in Afghanistan. It was substantially inaccurate, breached confidence and placed people in danger.

I was used to reading nonsense about the heroes employed in the local NHS in the provincial press, but I was a little surprised that the fairy tale about Gallagher when he was in deep doo doo found its way across the globe. Of course, if someone with links to the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had an aunt who had been a very well known journalist on an international level, that could provide an explanation.

It might also explain why there was so little media coverage of the numerous serious NHS ‘adverse incidents’ in north Wales, not even during the pre-election debates  which provide such wonderful opportunities for journalists, as pioneered by the Jennifer’s Ear story in 1992. North Wales can beat Jennifer’s Ear hands down. There was the old lady who haemorrhaged to death in a hospital bed in Yysby Gwynedd whilst two Top Doctors refused to treat her because they hated each other so much that they wouldn’t speak to each other; the three patients who had participated in a clinical trial at Ysbyty Gwynedd who were taken very seriously ill and then one of them died; there was the patient in A&E in Wrexham Maelor who died whilst waiting to be seen and when his corpse fell onto the floor, the security man on duty picked it up and put it back onto the chair. It was another 20 mins before someone had the heart to tell him that the patient was dead. The response of the security man was to rage at the patients for not helping the man who died. Where the A&E staff were, no-one managed to explain.

No-one gave those stories to Reuters.

 

Another of Max’s siblings was John Beloff, who served in the British Army in WWII. He worked in an architect’s office, then studied at London University, graduating in 1952. After a year at the University of Illinois he did a doctorate at Queen’s University Belfast, finishing in 1956. He started work at Edinburgh University in 1962 and stayed there until his retirement. Beloff had been interested in parapsychology from an early age and served as president of the Society for Psychical Research, 1974-76. He was an executor of Arthur Koestler’s will in 1983 and was instrumental in setting up the first UK Chair of parapsychology, the Koestler Parasychology Unit at Edinburgh in 1985.

A number of universities rejected the offer of the funding from Koestler’s will to establish a Chair. By the time that Koestler had died, there had been a number of accounts of his sexual violence towards women – Kostler had violently raped Jill Craigie, Michael Foot’s wife, when she was young – and there was also concern that Koestler had coerced his wife Cynthia into committing suicide with him. Cynthia was much younger than Koestler and was in good health, but was completely dominated by him. For further details of Arthur Koestler, see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’.

 

Max’s sister Renee Soskin went to the Royal College of Music and trained for the stage. She married Moses G. Soskin and worked as a speech and drama teacher and as a teacher of drama at the Royal Academy of Music. Renee was MD of a City of London finance house and became a Director of two companies. In 1970 she became the new proprietor of Bury Lawn Independent Day School, a coeducational school in Milton Keynes. The school is now called the Webber Independent School.

Renee was a County of London Magistrate and was Chairman of the Hampstead Liberal Association for four years. In 1958 she was first elected a Member of the Liberal Party Council. Renee was Liberal candidate for the Bedfordshire South division at the 1959 General Election. During the 1959 General Election campaign she featured in a televised Liberal Party Election Broadcast. In 1961 Renee was elected Vice-President of the Women’s Liberal Federation, serving until 1963 and in 1964 was Vice-Chairman of the Women’s Liberal Federation. She was Liberal candidate for the Hampstead division at the 1964 General Election and Liberal candidate again for Hampstead at the 1966 General Election. 

Being active in the Liberal Party in the 1960s, Renee almost certainly knew about the activities of Jeremy Thorpe. She probably knew about the activities of a few other people as well, Hampstead was stuffed to the rafters with affluent politicians, Top Docs, analysts, writers and celebs who were all colluding with a great deal of wrongdoing in high places.

 

Another one of Max’s siblings was Anne Beloff-Chain, a British biochemist. Anne graduated from University College London in 1942 and then completed a PhD with at Oxford University. She worked at Harvard Medical School, 1946-48. In 1948 Anne married Ernst Boris Chain, another biochemist who had won a Nobel Prize in 1945. She worked at Imperial College, London, 1964–86 and the University of Buckingham, 1986–1991.

In 1964, Beloff-Chain and her husband were recruited by Imperial. She was given a Chair at Imperial in 1983, but left for the University of Buckingham, along with her research team, in 1985. A £250,000 new laboratory was built and in 1986 she was given a Chair at Buckingham.

At Buckingham, Beloff-Chain received funding from the Clore Foundation to establish and head the Department of Biochemistry, where she worked until her death in Dec 1991 at Camden Town.

Sir Ernst Chain was a lifelong friend of Prof Albert Neuberger, who was the father of Lord David Neuberger, President of the Supreme Court, 2012-17.

 

All three of David Neuberger’s brothers are or were Professors: James Neuberger, Professor of Medicine at the Birmingham University; Michael Neuberger, Professor of Molecular Immunology at Cambridge University; Anthony Neuberger, Professor in Finance at Warwick Business School. 

David Neuberger was educated at Westminster School and studied at Christ Church, Oxford. After graduation, Neuberger worked at the N.M. Rothschild & Sons, 1970-73. Neuberger then trained as a barrister in 1974 and became a QC in 1987. He was a Recorder, 1990-96. Neuberger was then appointed a High Court Judge in the Chancery Division. 

In 2001, David Neuberger was made Supervisory Chancery Judge of Midland, Wales and Chester and of the Western Circuits. He held the post until 12 Jan 2004, when he was appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal and a Privy Councillor.

So David Neuberger was Supervisory Chancery Judge whilst I was being framed and was experiencing the excesses of Judge Huw Daniel, 2002-04, (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Since 2005, Neuberger has been Co-chair (with Richard Susskind) of ITAC (Lord Chancellor’s Information Technology and Courts Committee).

On 11 Jan 2007, David Neuberger succeeded Lord Nicholls as a Lord of Appeal in Ordinary. He was given a peerage in 2007. 

In Oct 2009 Neuberger became Master of the Rolls.

Between 2006-07, Neuberger led an investigation for the Bar Council into widening access to the Bar. He also served on the Panel on Fair Access to the Professions, led by paedophiles’ friend, former Health Secretary Alan Milburn (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’), which reported in July 2009. Other Panel members included Trevor Phillips, head of the Commission for Equalities and Human Rights (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’), Michael Grade, then the Chairman of ITV – a toady to the brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who concealed the organised abuse of children and a great deal of other crime as well – and Martin Rees, Astronomer Royal.

David Neuberger became President of the Supreme Court in Oct 2012 – he retired in 2017.

 

David Neuberger’s sister-in-law is Rabbi Julia Neuberger. Julia has a CV which in terms of being a Top Doctors’ and paedophiles’ friend would be difficult to beat.

Julia Neuberger was Chair of Camden and Islington Community Health Services NHS Trust, 1992-97, the site of much carnage and wilful denial of the carnage. The Islington paedophile ring was still very much in business when Julia Chaired that NHS Trust.

From 1997-2004, Julia occupied one of the favourite posts of the apologists for the excesses of the Top Doctors, Chief Executive of the King’s Fund.

Julia’s volumes ‘The Moral State We’re Inwas published in 2005 and is a study of morality and public policy in modern Britain. As someone who Chaired the NHS Trust which not only covered the site of the Islington Child Abuse Scandal but which also had the honour of presiding over the area with the highest suicide rate among women in England and Wales, Julia will know a great deal about ‘morality and public policy’, but I’m not convinced that she has published all that she knows on this matter. Whilst Camden boasted the highest suicide rate for women in England and Wales, second prize was awarded to north west Wales.

Perhaps in her capacity as an expert on morality and public policy, Julia might like to suggest why so many women in Camden and Gwynedd were and probably still are killing themselves. Julia knew that Top Doctor who had personal connections to some of those responsible for the slaughter in north Wales, Dr Death. Julia was such a fan of Dr Death that she stood as the SDP candidate for Tooting in 1983. St George’s Hospital Medical School is located in Tooting and David Hole, the corrupt MSF rep who concealed much wrongdoing at St George’s and used his knowledge for his own advantage, was active in the SDP.

Like Margaret Hodge who was leader of Islington Council whilst the Council’s children’s homes had been infiltrated by paedophiles (see post ‘The London Connection’), Julia is both a Dame and a Baroness.

Julia served as a Liberal Democrat Health spokesperson from 2004-07. In June 2007, Baroness Julia was appointed by the incoming PM Gordon Brown as the Gov’t champion of volunteering. She resigned from the Liberal Democrats upon becoming Senior Rabbi of the West London Synagogue.

In Jan 2013, Julia Neuberger was appointed Chair of an Independent Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway, which after being misunderstood and misused, had resulted in scandal after a number of terminally ill patients had been dosed up and denied water to hasten them on their way. The impartiality of Neuberger’s appointment was questioned by some of the bereaved families, because of her previous endorsement of the Liverpool Care Pathway and her support of the Marie Curie Institute – it was John Ellershaw, the Medical Director of the Marie Curie Palliative Care Institute in Liverpool, who developed the LCP. Ellershaw’s Institute is a partnership between Marie Curie Hospice Liverpool and the University of Liverpool, with a satellite unit at the Royal Liverpool University Hospitals.

Prof John Ellershaw has a CV which suggests that he too is an associate of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ellershaw graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff in 1984; completed an MA (Wales) 1992; was appointed as the Clinical Director of Palliative Care at Royal Liverpool University Hospital in 1994.

The horrors of the LCP were such that even Top Doctors were involved in the campaign to bring it to an end. I am not suggesting that John Ellershaw ever intended the LCP to be used to wipe out elderly or terminally ill people, but Top Docs themselves alleged that this was happening. Professor Mark Glaser – who was Mo Mowlam’s Top Doc – stated that the LCP ‘was the most corrupt practice in British medicine’ (I’m sorry to tell Prof Glaser that I can think of a few more practices which are as equally corrupt).

Dr Richard Lamerton, a retired Top Doctor who was a pioneer of the Hospice Movement, was a friend of Ellershaw’s and a supporter of the LCP until he saw how it was being used. Richard Homerton observed that ‘To use our knowledge and methods to kill off patients because the doctor doesn’t know how to care for them properly or because the hospital administrator wants the bed cleared is inexcusable. And criminal. I can’t help being reminded that Hitler called these patients ‘useless eaters’.

Perhaps Dr Homerton’s comment could be emblazoned above the entrance of every psych unit in the UK.

In 2013 the results of Neurberger’s Review of the Liverpool Care Pathway was submitted to Gov’t. The Gov’t advised the NHS to no longer use the LCP.

Neurberger was Vice-President of Attend, a charity which ‘supports and expands the roles that volunteers play in creating healthy communities’, 2006-11.

Neuberger was appointed to the board of Irish health insurers Vhi Healthcare for a five-year period from 2005 by Mary Harney, the Tanaiste and Minister for Health and Children.

 

 

Recent posts have described in detail some of the serious wrongdoing in the mental health services in north Wales – the abuse and mistreatment of patients by some truly dreadful doctors, the refusal to investigate serious complaints, the forging of documents to conceal wrongdoing or negligence and the framing for criminal offences of patients who had complained or witnessed wrongdoing.

There were two other Angels employed at Ysbyty Gwynedd who knew that this was how business was conducted whom I have not yet mentioned. They worked on the psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd in 1991-93 before the Hergest Unit was built – whilst the mental health services were subjected to a damning report.

One of these Angels was called Sharon. I can’t remember her surname but she wasn’t local, she was from Manchester. Sharon pioneered something which later became a distinguishing feature of the mental health services – that of the staff ministering to each other in the face of serious patient neglect. This reached its zenith with the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team, many of whose members took days off at a time to practice Mindfulness – whilst their patch had one of the highest suicide rates among patients in the UK.

Sharon wasn’t just your usual common or garden Angel, Sharon had an added extra – she had trained as a hypnotherapist. A lot of Angels these days have trained in complementary therapies and many of them offer to use these techniques with their patients for very genuine reasons and indeed many patients really appreciate it. However Sharon didn’t offer hypnotherapy to patients, Sharon offered it to the other Angels.

Sharon was in great demand as a hypnotherapist for Angels for one main reason – the Angels were nearly all very heavy smokers and were constantly trying to Give Up. Of course if Sharon wished to help her workmates in this, that in itself would not have been a problem. But Sharon was conducting business on the wards, during work hours. Sharon, as the nurse on duty, would sit in the corner of the ward and be visited by various Angels who would have their consultation and hypnotherapy. Whilst patients were ignored. Not just for five minutes, or now and then, but as a matter of routine. Sharon ignored all patients at all times no matter how distressed they were.

It was on Sharon’s ward that I witnessed a man – whom I think was one of Dafydd’s drug patients – walk up to a teenaged girl who was acutely ill and had been sectioned and punch her in the face with no provocation. She cried for hours afterwards and one of the better male nurses went and sat by her to keep her company. The assault wan’t reported to the police and the girl’s parents were not told what had happened either. The man who had hit her was not transferred anywhere else, he remained on the ward and continued to intimidate other patients, although I didn’t see him actually punch anyone else again.

Whilst Sharon worked on that ward, a number of patients were detained illegally and Dafydd tried to persuade a teenage boy to have sex change surgery because the boy was gay. Another young female patient was pregnant by a junior gynaecologist who had arranged for her to have a termination that she did not want but was being coerced into – one of his mates who was also a junior gynaecologist then made her pregnant again and once more she was coerced into an abortion. All the staff knew about this and only one nurse spent time with the young woman to tell her that she did not have to have terminations if she did not want them. I got to know this young woman well and she was literally being passed around the junior doctors. After the second termination, Tony Francis discharged her on the grounds that she was not ‘really’ ill. She continued to experience serious problems and her GP referred her back again. The next excuse was that because she was a student who had graduated she was no longer a resident of Bangor and was therefore not entitled to use the local services. I was shown the letters that this young woman had been sent by Francis. One letter recommended that she should return to live with her father in England and seek help there.

This young woman’s father had severe chronic mental health problems himself and Francis knew about that. She had a mother who lived apart from her father, because her parents were divorced. Where did her mum live? Anglesey. So much for being ‘out of area’.

Someone else knew about this young woman as well – Tony Francis’s wife, Dr Sadie Francis. Because for three weeks or so, the young woman was bounced back and forth between Tony and Sadie Francis, as both of them found excuses not to treat her.

Last year I received an e mail from someone who had lived in Bangor in the early 1990s who told me that gay doctors from Ysbyty Gwynedd were paying local teenaged boys in care for sex.

Another patient on the ward on which Sharon worked was a teenaged boy from Holyhead who was about 14. He was on a ward with adult patients with whom he had nothing in common, he was very isolated and was in Ysbyty Gwynedd for a very long time. This boy told me that Sadie Francis had kept him on a section for 6 months. The Angels were very hostile and aggressive towards him on the grounds that he had a criminal record – he had been done for theft and burglary. He was also in the care of Gwynedd County Council.

Another patient on this ward had been sectioned after ‘causing a lot of trouble’ with his neighbour. This man was furious when he arrived on the ward and was explaining to people quite clearly that he did not understand why he had been taken there by the police. It later transpired that he was a really nice friendly person. Furthermore he was definitely not mentally ill and should never have been sectioned. How did I know? Because I overheard a conversation between two Angels who were discussing how they were going to explain why a perfectly sane man had been arrested and sectioned on the say-so of his neighbour. The solution to the problem was to give him some benign medication – valium – for a couple of days and then tell him that he was ‘better’ and could go. That was what was done – he was a chatty friendly man but not well educated, so didn’t realise that he had been given a near-placebo.

No doubt some medical notes had to be forged to explain it all away.

Some of the horrors described in earlier posts re the psych wards at Ysbyty Gwynedd (see posts ‘Another Case Of Not Knowing?’ and ‘Hospital Hoppers And People Who Are Not Really Ill’) detail incidents that took place on the watch of Sharon the Hypnotherapist.

 

Another Angel who worked on the same ward as Sharon was called Pam. Pam didn’t ignore the patients in the way that Sharon did, but Pam seemed to be frequently left alone to run the ward single-handedly and would be very obviously rushed off her feet. I didn’t ever see another Angel so much as speak to Pam. The only member of staff whom I ever saw even acknowledge her was Tony Francis. He arrived on the ward one day, when as usual Pam was working her arse off and there was no-one else to be seen and Francis just said ‘all on your own again?’ and walked off.

I am wondering if Pam had been targeted by the paedophiles’ friends for not toeing the party line. Just before I was admitted to Pam and Sharon’s ward – Seiriol Ward – Pam told me that she had been ‘stabbed by a patient’. I was horrified but then Pam explained that she hadn’t been stabbed with a knife, she had been stabbed by a female patient with a pair of scissors. Pam did not need hospital treatment and was not injured. She had been asked by her senior colleagues to press charges against the patient, but had refused. Whilst telling me about it, Pam mysteriously said ‘I wish I had prosecuted her now’, but didn’t explain why. I asked Pam what had happened to the patient who had stabbed her and Pam told me that she had been sent to Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital. Bryn Golau was Dafydd’s prison for the victims of the paedophiles.

I can only imagine what the truth behind that stabbing of an Angel was and the crap that was being flung at Pam for refusing to perjure herself and frame a patient.

Pam left Ysbyty Gwynedd before the Hergest Unit opened, as did Sharon.

There was one Angel who worked on the neighbouring Dwynwen Ward – who really was very good, a Scottish nurse who lived near me in Llanllechid. She left Ysbyty Gwynedd as well – to work abroad. Before she left north Wales I heard that she had been subjected to a campaign of harassment at home and had been so worried that she had called the police in. I was told that the Bethesda police had stressed to her that she was not being targeted because she wasn’t Welsh.

No, like most of the aggro in north Wales, it will have been the paedophiles’ friends at work, bugger all to do with ‘Welsh extremists’.

It was at this time that Heidi Humphreys, one of the nurses on Seiriol Ward, was killed in a car crash on her way home to Pwllheli one evening (see post ‘The Sad Story Of The Heidi Humphreys Unit’).

 

Whilst I was on the ward staffed by Sharon the Hypnotherapist and many others who generally ignored the patients and chatted among themselves I heard a number of interesting things. A common theme was the terrible way in which staff were treated by the Top Docs, particularly by Tony Francis. Patients and staff claimed to have witnessed Francis losing his temper and going absolutely beserk, swearing at them and chucking furniture around. A group of the oppressed entertained each other with the story of a very meek and polite overseas junior doctor whom they alleged had been terrorised by Francis for months. The doctor had arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd as an SHO and had been promoted. One day Francis was witnessed shouting and swearing at everyone and yelled out ‘where’s that fucking SHO?’, to which a polite meek voice behind him replied ‘I have been a registrar for three months now…’

 

How much more did I witness then paedophiles’ friends?? You had no idea that I was gathering the evidence did you…You’ll just have to keep following the blog…

 

Whilst searching for something else recently I came across the 1994 New Year Honours list. There were a number of honours given to people who were closely associated with those we known and love.

A Phyllis Ford who was a fundraiser for the St David’s Hospice Appeal Fund was honoured. St David’s Hospice is in Llandudno and for years has been run by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The CEOs Of St David’s Hospice’). Phyllis appeared on the episode of ‘This Is Your Life’ when the subject of the programme was Ken Dodd and revealed that Ken Dodd had raised a great deal of money for St David’s Hospice and that Ken’s target was to raise £2 million for them. Ken got a round of applause. The audience will have had no idea that St David’s Hospice is run by the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales. I did suspect that Ken Dodd might have had a link to the paedophiles’ friends when I was researching for my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’.  Now it has been confirmed. Which makes the banging up in a secure hospital of Ruth Tagg, Ken’s alleged ‘stalker’, even more worrying than I thought it was.

The paedophiles’ friends of St David’s Hospice are certainly well connected. A comment after one of my previous posts mentioned how Paul Merton, Marcus Brigstocke and Phil Jupitus all rolled up in north Wales to put on a fundraising comedy gig to raise money for St David’s Hospice when the appalling Alun Davies was the CEO, but I didn’t mention that Ken Roache aka Ken Barlow of Coronation Street fame was the Patron of St David’s Hospice whilst Davies was CEO.

So how did a thick, corrupt, document forging, lying git like Alun Davies (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) gain access to so many high profile celebs?

 

One of the guests on Ken Dodd’s ‘This Is Your Life’ was Jimmy Tarbuck. When Tarby was the subject of ‘This Is Your Life’, his bessie mates Cilla Black and her husband and manager Bobby Willis appeared. Cilla was a personal friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who was my head of dept when I worked at St George’s. Chamberlain knew about the paedophile ring operating in south London of which his colleague Professor Oliver Brooke was a member and he knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Two years after I left St George’s, Chamberlain was involved in a major research fraud but unlike his colleague Malcolm Pearce, Chamberlain wasn’t struck off although Chamberlain’s name was on the research paper (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). When Chamberlain retired from St George’s, he took up a post lecturing at Swansea University.

After Bobby Willis died, Cilla became a very big mate of Paul O’Grady aka Lily Savage. Cilla went on holiday with Paul O’Grady, as she did with Tarby. Paul O’Grady’s autobiography mentions that he was a social worker in Lambeth before he became famous and among other things, he failed to report the death of a client and squatted in her flat and left other vulnerable clients alone at night when he was on duty whilst he got pissed and had knees-ups with rent boys at local gay clubs.

One of Tarby’s mates was Cliff Richard. Who, like Tarby, was accused of historic sex offences.

Someone who was investigated for historic sex offences as part of Operation Yewtree and who professed his innocence and subsequently wrote a book about it, ‘Under The Yewtree’, was Paul Gambaccini. I read Gambaccini’s book and like Gambaccini’s radio broadcasts it was utter drivel. There was nothing at all about the investigation in there, it wasn’t even an account of My Hell. It was literally a list of all the celebs and posh restaurants that Gambaccini had hung out with or in whilst he was under investigation, accompanied by commentary about his many talents and achievements. Such as knowing what Number 6 was in the Billboard chart in 1967, having learned such useful info by rote.

Gambaccini’s book was so vain and vacuous that I read bits of it out to one of my friends. One memorable sentence in the book was ‘she might not know it, but Joan Collins has been in the same room as me on at least two occasions’. We had a good laugh at Gambaccini’s name-dropping and I didn’t think any more about it until I researched for my post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’. It was only then that I found out that Prof Linford Rees, the lecherous old Top Doctor who protected Dafydd et al for decades, was the father-in-law of Christopher Cazenove – who starred in ‘Dynasty’ and was a good friend of Joan Collins….

I have not found any links at all between Cliff and Dafydd and the paedophiles. I watched a clip of Cliff on TV explaining that he had forgiven the person who had accused him and goodness me for all Cliff knew the person might need psychiatric treatment. I think that you’ll find Cliff that the ‘psychiatric treatment’ came first – it was how so many vulnerable young people from north Wales ended up being coerced into having sex with so many not very attractive but rich people.

I am currently doing a bit of research on many of the celebs who squealed furiously when the police pointed the finger at them not so long ago. Apart from Cliff, so far I’ve found out that all of them had a link with associates of Dafydd. Might the police have noticed that as well?

 

The appearance of so many people on past episodes of ‘This Is Your Life’ who might have been in the same room as mates of Dafydd brought to my mind the unlikely subject of a ‘This Is Your Life’ episode in the mid-late 1990s. I was amazed, because someone I knew appeared on there. It was someone who had taught me when I was an undergrad at Bangor – a man called Tony Jones.

I could not fathom why or indeed how on earth Tony Jones turned up on ‘This Is Your Life’. He was an earth scientist, not someone who performed at the London Palladium and no-one who was not an earth scientist, a climber or associated with Bangor University would ever have known who he was. Tony Jones was also a very controversial man because he was nakedly racist and was not above referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He had grown up in apartheid South Africa and was proud of it. I watched the programme because I wanted to see whether Tony Jones could actually restrain himself in front of Aspel and the cameras for 30 mins without causing a major diplomatic incident. Tony Jones managed not to hurl racist insults, but one could see that Aspel felt a little out of his depth.

I always got on OK with Tony Jones, but a lot of people did not. He was the warden of one of the male halls and whereas some of the students maintained that he was great and really liked having him around, others hated him. I know of at least one perfectly nice student who was subjected to a hate campaign by Tony Jones and just ended up moving out of hall despite having paid his fees because there was no way of resolving the situation.

The most worrying Tony Jones anecdote that I ever heard was from another student who maintained that Tony Jones was friends with a number of corrupt police officers and that after falling out with a student, for a laugh Tony Jones had got his corrupt mates to arrest the student and keep him in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight. The cells in Bangor Police Station were a place where anything could and did happen, particularly as Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ruled the roost there.

Tony Jones was the subject of a certain amount of speculation because he was constantly surrounded by a clique of young men who pursued rather butch activities with him and he very obviously couldn’t cope with women who were not sporty/robust. In about 1998 I was friendly with one of the cleaners in the hall of residence who used to clean Tony Jones’s flat. One day she remarked ‘he’s a bit weird – he likes boys doesn’t he’. I wasn’t quite sure how to interpret this, but nothing more overt was said so I didn’t pursue the matter.

In about 2004 Tony Jones clashed big time with longstanding paedophiles’ friend Fran Tate and she tried to force him out of his job as warden. I was completely on Tony Jones’s side with regard to that particular battle because Fran Tate had already come gunning for me and had gone after a few other people as well. Fran Tate was responsible for the shambles that was ‘disability support’ in the Students Union (see post ‘Disability Support’). Fran mercifully retired and has now made her allegiances clear by joining Lucille Hughes in the management tier of the CAB.

Tony Jones died a few months ago, so he is not able to tell us why he was constructed as a luvvie at about the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched.

 

Another person who joined Phyllis Ford in bagging a gong in the 1994 New Years Honours list was Dr John Edward Arthur Kenrick, the Chairman of Gwynedd Family Health Services Authority – someone else who has disappeared without trace. However I have found out that the Kenricks are a Welsh family who are descendants of Hywel Dda, the Prince of South Wales. Although some Kenricks lived in other regions of Wales and occasionally married people from England, the family were from Denbighshire. A lot of them were Top Doctors or Ministers of religion. At least one was a Magistrate in Denbigh and another Kenrick lived just down the road from Wrexham, near Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn. It’ll be the old story – Dr John Kenrick’s family will have been involved with the abuse and criminality even if he wasn’t and they’ll have been clinging together like limpets lest the whole lot of them and the reputations of their noble ancestors sink together.

In 1988 when I first began to uncover the seriousness of Dafydd’s wrongdoing and I realised that no-one would grass him up although they all loathed him, one of my friends who I’d been at Bangor University with observed that it will be a case of Dafydd saying ‘if I go down I’ll take the rest of you down with me’. At the time I just thought that Dafydd was shagging the female patients and breaking the law in his attempts to silence them. I didn’t realise that he was the key player in a paedophile ring supplying kids to Westminster paedophiles and which had links to Europe.

So there’ll be a lot more people going down with Dafydd than just a few Top Docs and social workers in north Wales.

 

Jean Evans of the Kidney Patients Association of North Wales was awarded an MBE in the 2004 New Years Honours. The Kidney Patient’s Association of North Wales evolved from the Kidney Wales organisations that were founded by Professor Sir William Asscher, a paedophiles’ friend who served Cardiff loyally for years and then relocated to St George’s Hospital Medical School, became Dean and then Principal and continued colluding with paedophiles’ friends and serious crime at an even higher level (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). Jean is still loyally serving the paedophiles’ friends, she is Chairperson of Friends of Renal Care at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd.

 

Stuart Errington, Chairman, National Association of Citizens Advice Bureaux, was awarded a CBE. Lucille Hughes has for many years been involved with the senior management of the CAB.

Stuart Grant Errington was born on 23 June 1929.He was the son of Sir Eric Errington and Marjorie Bennett and married Anne Baedeker in June 1954.  Stuart Errington died on 16 Nov 2017 at age 88.

Stuart Errington was educated at Rugby and then went to Trinity College, Oxford. He gained the rank of 2nd Lieutenant in the Royal Artillery. Errington was with Ellerman Lines, 1952-59 and was with Astley Industrial Trust between 1959-70. Errington was a JP for Berkshire in 1970. In 1977 he became MD of Mercantile Credit. Errington was a Director of Barclays Merchant Bank, Barclays Bank UK , Kleinwort Overseas Investment Trust, Northern Electric 1989–96, Nationwide Building Society 1989–97; Errington was Chairman and Chief Executive of Mercantile Group, 1988-89.  He held the office of Deputy Lieutenant of Berkshire in 2000. He lived at Earleywood Lodge in Ascot.

Stuart Errington was also a Director of Municipal Mutual Insurance from 1989. Munipal Mutual Insurance were of course the insurers of Clwyd County Council and employed Michael Beloff QC as their legal advisor – who advised everyone not to make the contents of the Jillings Report available to anyone…Municipal Mutual told Clwyd that if they didn’t follow this advice, the Councillors themselves would be personally liable for paying damages if any of the former kids in the care of Clwyd sued. Municipal Mutual also demanded that Councillor Malcolm King – who had been asking questions about the abuse of children for a long while –  be sacked if he got hold of the Jillings Report and disclosed the contents. Municipal Mutual were also the insurers of the North Wales Police who refused to co-operate with the first investigation into the abuse of children in north Wales. Please see my post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ for the full story.

So Dafydd and Lucille, why was Stuart Errington prepared to stick his neck out so far to save your skins then?

Stuart Errington had three children – David, Elizabeth and Charles. David went to Rugby. Elizabeth married Jamie Corke and lives in Dorset. Charles went to Rugby, Goldsmith’s and Oxford. He is a derivatives dealer, a designer of a risk analytics software package and a writer. He married Nicole Cauverian, who is a graduate of King’s College and is a TV producer.

Gladys Broomfield, Morris Markowe Unit of the League of Friends, Springfield Hospital, Wandsworth, was also honoured in the New Years Honours of 1994. I can’t find any trace of Gladys, but the Morris Markowe Unit was an annexe to Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit associated with St George’s and was named after the Medical Administrator of Springfield. At the beginning of the 1990s the Wandsworth District Health Authority had the largest deficit in any English Health District and needed to save £9m.  It decided on the early closure of the Unit, which by now had only 54 beds.  The patients were transferred to Springfield Hospital in 1991.

A number of questions come to mind. How did Wandsworth Health Authority end up with the largest deficit of any HA in England in the early 1990s? There was certainly no money being spent on patient care. As with Gwynedd Health Authority and Clwyd County Council – and at present the Betsi Board – care was appalling and the organisation was being used to facilitate organised crime rather than look after patients/clients. So where did the dosh go? What was Gladys doing with the money that she raised? More importantly, why was Gladys honoured when the organisation was in such an appalling mess?

 

But then why were ANY of these people – who were all involved with facilitating a paedophile ring – honoured at all? The announcement of the honours to be picked up by this bunch was made at the very end of 1993. The police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring with links to ‘VIPs’ operating in north Wales took place between 1991-1993. It was stated that no evidence of a paedophile ring had been found and the investigation was closed.

Ah – I think that I understand the flurry of honours for people who worked with the associates of the paedophile ring which did not exist.

 

In 1994 a ‘reclusive British bachelor’,  Alan Angus – a water rates collector who died at the age of 65 from a heart attack – bequeathed almost £1 m to the Morris Marlowe Unit, which had treated one of his relatives ten years previously. ‘Living in squalor’, Mr Angus was unaware that the Unit had closed in 1991.
So what was the truth behind Mr Angus’s enormous donation to a gang of white-collar criminals? £1 million quid was a great deal of money in 1994 and by 1994 the publicity regarding Springfield Hospital was nothing short of dreadful. There had been a number of murders of staff and patients and a string of sexual assaults on women patients. It was all this that led to a public inquiry a few years later where Springfield was absolutely damned and deemed to be dangerous. Even if they had treated his relative well 10 years previously – which I doubt, Springfield had been run by and for gangsters for years – Mr Angus will probably have known how bloody awful the place was even if he was a recluse. He’d have needed a very kind heart indeed to part with £1 m for the benefit of that bunch of crooks whilst he ‘lived in squalor’. Is it possible that Mr Angus himself was vulnerable and not coping and perhaps a little birdy from Springfield had been in contact with him and persuaded him to write that will leaving such a generous donation?

 

Dr Donald Irvine, GMC. Donald bagged an knighthood in the New Year’s honours of 1994 and it must have been something to do with successfully ensuring that Dafydd and the paedophiles didn’t all end up in the clink. Not that the Top Doctors were particularly grateful. Irvine was forced out of his role as President of the GMC in May 2001. The other Top Docs were spitting blood that Irvine had tried to implement reforms for the regulation of the Top Doctors as the Gov’t had asked him to. Irvine’s colleagues were adamant that he could fuck off because no-one was going to regulate them. Why the sudden urgency on behalf of Blair and his Health Secretary Alan Milburn to hold the Top Docs to account? It followed the Bristol Heart Surgery Scandal and the Alder Hey Scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) – and then the icing on the cake was a man called Harold Shipman. Alan Milburn could take no more and told the Top Docs that they had to sort themselves out or the Gov’t would. So the Top Docs held a revolution. The Gov’t collectively wet themselves and thus Dafydd is still Chairing his charity CAIS  today.

Donald Irvine had been faced with attempts to oust him previously. In May 1999 GMC member Wendy Savage challenged Sir Donald’s leadership. Savage led the charge against Sir Donald, stating that he had too readily bowed to Gov’t in pushing ahead with the reforms. This was the first time in the history of the GMC that anyone had challenged an incumbent President.

In May 1999 Ronnie Waterhouse was in the process of writing up his Report. Wendy Savage was a good friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain – who at that time was still sitting in the middle of the cesspit that was St George’s… Wendy Savage’s life might have been touched by Dafydd and the paedophiles as well. Wendy Savage became famous in the 1980s when she was suspended after a high profile ding dong with her head of dept. Journalists who knew sod all about what was going on told the world that it was because Wendy Savage was a woman, a feminist, a Top Doctor who promoted natural childbirth, a member of the Labour Party and was married to a black man. People who had personal knowledge of the parties involved knew that it was because Wendy Savage and her boss just really hated each other.

Wendy Savage spent her career working at the London Hospital in Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was one of the boroughs sending kids into the arms of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’). Wendy Savage was someone who took time to talk and listen to patients who were living in poverty and getting kicked in the teeth. I bet she had found out what Dafydd et al were up to. Wendy was politically active. So as well as having the reputation of the Top Doctors to preserve, she’ll also have been mindful that an exposure of Dafydd would lead to the exposure of all those Labour boroughs in London who were knowingly sending kids into the embrace of a paedophile gang in north Wales – and of course those Labour politicians who were abusing kids themselves.

Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party at the time – and we know that the Windbag really thought that he was in with a chance of becoming PM as long as he could keep that barrel of crap in north Wales nailed firmly shut. The Windbag even headhunted the noxious Sam Galbraith and begged him to join the Labour Party, so desperate was he to have the Top Docs on side (see post ‘I Warn You…’).

 

I have previously blogged about John Smith’s unfortunate and unexpected death in May 1994, one month before the head of Bryn Estyn Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. Four days after Arnold’s death the trial of Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson began, two members of staff of Bryn Estyn who were charged with sexual and physical assaults on boys (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’). John Smith died when Barts Hospital could not revive him, after he had a heart attack in his flat at the Barbican (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). John Smith had his first heart attack  on 9 Oct 1988 and was forced to spend three months away from Westminster to recover. On that occasion, he had complained of chest pains the night before and had to be persuaded to cancel a flight to London so that he could go to hospital for a check-up. He was examined at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary  where an EEG was performed. The Top Doctor who examined him told Smith ‘Whatever it is, we don’t think it is your heart’. Then Smith suddenly collapsed and was briefly unconscious before coming around. He spent three days in intensive care before leaving hospital on 20 Oct 1988 and made a full recovery.

Smith made modifications to his lifestyle by going on a 1,000-calories per day diet, cutting down on rich foods and fine wines, giving up smoking and taking up climbing Munros. His weight dropped from 15 stone 5 pounds at the time of the first heart attack, to 12 stone 10 pounds when he returned to Parliament on 23 Jan 1989.

Edinburgh Royal Infirmary, who absolutely reassured Smith that he did not have heart problems days before he keeled over with a heart attack and ended up in intensive care, employed some questionable people. In 1993 Edinburgh Royal Infirmary gave the former Bay City Roller Derek Longmuir a job as a nurse. Longmuir had begun nurse training in 1990 after carrying out voluntary work at the Sick Children’s Hospital in Edinburgh.

In 2000, Longmuir, 49, was sentenced to 300 hours of community service at Edinburgh Sheriff’s Court for possessing child pornography. Longmuir was suspended from his job at Edinburgh Royal Infirmary and refused to comment when he left court.

Longmuir had pleaded guilty to having indecent films, videos and photos of children at his Edinburgh home. He also admitted making indecent photos of children at his home in March 1998. Yet his lawyer, Robbie Burnett, told Edinburgh Sheriff Court that Longmuir was ‘not a paedophile and was not someone who engages in child sex nor somebody terribly interested in child porn’. Burnett concluded that ‘he deplores and disapproves of the exploitation of children for any of these purposes’.

Lothian and Borders Police serious crime squad officers found the material after a raid on Derek Longmuir’s home in Sept 1998 following a tip-off. Police seized computers, videos and floppy disks from the house, which were pointed out to the officers by Longmuir. Twenty-two videos and six projector reels were seized which contained child porn. 1,000 images were recovered from the 73 floppy disks confiscated – some of those showed sex involving children. Which is a great deal of child porn to be found in the possession of someone who is not terribly interested in it.

Sheriff Isobel Poole only sentenced Longmuir after receiving psychiatric, social inquiry and community service reports.

Longmuir did have to leave his nursing job after he was convicted, but only because of the fuss that the media made. He was later allowed to continue working as a nurse.

 

Robbie Burnett, the lawyer who mounted a valiant defence of Derek and his child porn, was educated at George Heriot’s School in Edinburgh and studied law at Edinburgh University. After leaving University, Robbie became an apprentice at Drummond & Co/Drummond Miller, later becoming assistant and then partner in 1978. Robbie left Drummond Miller in 1993 to establish Burnett Christie, which expanded by taking in McCourts in 2003 to become Burnett Christie Knowles McCourts (BKCM).

Robbie Burnett is a former President of the Edinburgh Bar Association and a member of both the Law Society Criminal Committee and the Scottish Criminal Rules Council. He became a Senior Solicitor Advocate in 2009.

The very understanding Sheriff, Isobel Poole, was awarded an OBE in the 2013 New Year Honours List. The award was for services to justice in Scotland and to the community in Edinburgh. Isobel was admitted to the Faculty of Advocates in 1964 and appointed a Sheriff of Lothian & Borders in 1979. She served full time, principally in Edinburgh, until 2007. After that she continued as a part time Sheriff. Isobel Poole is a member of the Scottish Lawyers’ European Group and has also served on the Sheriffs’ Council.

 

As for John Smith’s widow Elizabeth, she was educated at Hutchesons’ Girls Grammar School and Glasgow University. She is president of Scottish Opera and served as Chairman of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, 1995-12. She is also a Governor of the English-Speaking Union and a Board member of the Centre for European Reform.

Elizabeth was given a peerage in Feb 1995. The Baroness has claimed more than £600,000 in expenses since 2002, when she asked a written question to the Ministers.

Presumably Elizabeth knows nearly as much as her late husband did about figures in the Labour Party – including the Party’s leaders – concealing the organised abuse of children and the associated criminality. Elizabeth’s daughter Sarah Smith is a Scottish TV journalist, which might be another reason why we have heard so little about it.

 

I was listening to the play for voices, ‘Under Milk Wood’, earlier. Dylan Thomas was inspired to write it after he stayed at New Quay in west Wales, but some of the names and phrases in the poem brought back memories of the everyday story of service user folk in north Wales, so here’s a little tribute to Dafydd:

To begin at the beginning…
And all the people of the lulled and dumbfound town are
sleeping now.
Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers,
the tradesmen and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher,
postman and publican, the undertaker and Lucille the fancy woman,
Slob Ingham the drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, Elfed the corrupt policeman, the webfoot
cocklewomen and the tidy wives…

Look. It is night, dumbly, royally winding through the
Coronation cherry trees; going through the graveyard of
Bethesda with winds gloved and folded, and dew doffed;
tumbling by the Sailors Arms*

Time passes. Listen. Time passes.
Come closer now.
Only you can hear the houses sleeping in the streets in the
slow deep salt and silent black, bandaged night. Only you
can see, in the blinded bedrooms, the coms and petticoats
over the chairs, the jugs and basins, the glasses of teeth,
Thou Shalt Not on the wall, and the yellowing dickybird-watching pictures of the dead. Only you can hear and see, behind the
eyes of the sleepers, the movements and countries and mazes
and colours and dismays and rainbows and tunes and wishes
and flight and fall and despairs and big seas of their dreams.
From where you are, you can hear their dreams.

FIRST DEAD

Remember me, Dafydd?

I’m Mavis – found dead after I walked out of the Hergest Unit and no-one noticed that I’d gone until they found my body…

Remember me Dafydd?

SECOND DEAD

I’m Simon – I was a witness to your wrongdoing who developed meningitis and the Top Docs told me that I had flu…I died in Ysbyty Gwynedd at 17 years old…

Dafydd, Dafydd, remember me?

THIRD DEAD

I’m Wayne – I told a friend that the mental health services had ruined my life and I threw myself under a train… after my death an Angel told a friend that I’d wanted to die and that was that…

I’m rattling my chains as well Dafydd…

FOURTH DEAD

It’s Delyth Dafydd – I died shortly after the day centre in the Hergest Unit was closed down when I was sent to a mediocore ‘care home’ miles away…

The skull at your ear Dafydd is…

FIFTH DEAD

Foxy – found dead after choking to death in another ‘care home’ where I was observed every twenty minutes but my body wasn’t found for more than an hour…

SIXTH DEAD

I’m Ann, killed in a head-on car crash which left my former boyfriend brain damaged, after I witnessed what happened to Sally…

SEVENTH DEAD

Dr Antonio – stabbed myself to death in the heart after months of ill health whilst my colleagues called me a hypochondriac…

EIGHTH DEAD

I’m Richard – killed myself whilst working as a male midwife at Ysbyty Gwynedd and left a suicide note behind saying that no-one could imagine the sort of things that were happening there…

NINTH DEAD

I’m Lil, worked for Professor Fergus Lowe and was married to a Hergest nurse – I was taken ill and could not be saved by Ysbyty Gwynedd…

TENTH DEAD

I’m Bob – a psychiatrist at Hergest who was taken ill and guess what, I died in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd as well..

ELEVENTH DEAD

My dad was framed for sex offences and I died at Ysbyty Gwynedd a few years later when they switched off my life-support. Because I was as drunk as a deacon – but actually one of my friends still has the suicide note that I left behind…

UNFORTUNATELY I’M STILL ALIVE – Remember me Dafydd, Dr Devakumar, a BMA psychiatrist and your old buddy – Does anybody want a fight???

TWELFTH DEAD

I’m Brian – another witness who was killed in a car crash which didn’t involve another vehicle and I was always such a good driver, no-one could explain it…

THIRTEENTH DEAD – AND PROBABLY INFECTED A LOT OF OTHER PEOPLE BEFORE HE DIED

The son of Lord Cut-Glass, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – I was known to be sexually abusing boys in care in Wrexham but nonetheless I had one such boy arrested for ‘theft’ and sent to a detention centre – I died of AIDS in 1993…

Oh diolch yn fawr Dafydd bach, we Cut-Glasses are so grateful for all your help…none of us ever went to prison…we came to a bad end…very enjoyable…

FOURTEENTH DEAD

I’m Vince – rang the Hergest Unit late one night and explained that I was suicidal. I was found dead a few hours later.

FIFTEENTH DEAD

I’m Martin – found dead on the road near Bethesda after I’d witnessed Gwynedd Social Services denying a father access to his baby after framing him because he reported the abuse of four children and the guilty family did a deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

MURDER!!!

Dafydd, the no good boyo… Cross his palm with silver – and he’ll do anything..

Time passes…

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – there’s Dafydd Iwan singing a tribute to Dafydd the Brave Welsh Psychiatrist and Elinor Bennett playing her harp and Gruff Rhys and the Super Furries, Gruff Rhys who’s dad was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the children’s homes were full of paedophiles…

Then there’s Gossamer Beynon, wife of Leighton Andrews…

And we always think, before we tumble into bed, of all those patients who are dead, dead, dead…

Look mam! – Dafydd is crying, he’s got a nose like strawberries …

Oh no he’s not crying, we were mistaken…he’s pissing himself laughing whilst he counts his money

YCHAFI!

(I could write a version of the song about people giving Gwennie a penny in return for a kiss in Milk Wood, but in view of what Dafydd, Lucille and John Allen were actually doing to the kids in care, it would end up a lot more unpleasant that Thomas’s original.)

 

* There is a Sailors Arms in Beaumaris and in the late 1990s two of the barmen there were student nurses at Ysbyty Gwynedd. One was a student psychiatric nurse called Dave who was thrown off the course for reasons that he would not come clean about, but he continued to work as the manager of a truly dreadful EMI home on Anglesey owned by a business associate of Dafydd’s. When on night duty this man would make himself comfortable and sleep throughout the entire shift. I witnessed him pick up an elderly lady who had fallen out of bed and, whilst swearing at her, throw her back onto the bed. On another occasion he described a patient – in front of her – as ‘the creature from the swamp’. Dafydd’s mate who owned the ‘care home’ was under police investigation at the time and was forced to sell the business. It didn’t hinder Dave – the man who hated patients so much was offered a job as a care home manager in Coventry.

 

NB. To those Who Care, who might wish to accuse me of insensitivity and may well be gearing up for howls of ‘OOOH look what she’s said now’ – perhaps you could remind me of the occasions on which any of you raised concerns about this nightmare? Or indeed let me know who among you has had to flee Wales after a number of attempts to kill you and is now in hiding?

 

 

Gems from the ‘Daily Post’ over the last few days –

Lawrence Kenwright, the businessman who wants to turn what is left of the North Wales Hospital into a luxury hotel, has explained that he wants a Victorian asylum theme, with guests being greeted by men in white coats no less.  None of them wore white coats at Denbigh Lawrence, the Angels wore military style uniforms with pips on their shoulders and Dafydd wore filthy old Al Capone suits which didn’t fit him properly. However I am sure that if a VIP had turned up, white coats would have been donned to give the impression that this was actually a hospital.

Various local people have supported Lawrence’s idea on the grounds that it will provide jobs for local people. Lawrence may well find himself inundated with applications from staff of the Betsi, who are now forming an exodus.

Lawrence might not know this, but Dafydd’s son Deiniol ap Dafydd is a foodie who runs a bistro and deli business in Llanrwst, Blas ar Fwyd. Dafydd will no doubt be looking for opportunities to flog Deiniol’s produce, so Lawrence might soon be receiving a phone call.  Deiniol’s puddings and cakes are a bit too sugary for my taste. I met Deiniol at a food fayre once, he had no idea who I was, but he was very pleasant and friendly and fed me sausages. I spent the whole time thinking ‘you don’t know me BUT…’ What made it even more bizarre was that I was with a friend who had ended up in prison as a result of the paedophiles’ friends and who had encountered Dafydd and his ‘nursing homes’ and he was fed morsels by Deiniol as well, but he had no idea at all who Deiniol’s dad was. I had to enlighten him afterwards.

I have another story re an encounter with a different offspring of Dafydd’s – it is for a future post.

 

The ‘Daily Post’ ran a feature comparing house prices in different parts of north Wales. The most expensive house featured was a cottage in Rhosneigr. Rhosneigr is known for its second homes. In fact Duncan Orme, the Bangor University Welfare Officer in 1984, who was the first person whom I met who wet himself at the thought of challenging Gwynne the lobotomist (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), has a second home near Rhosneigr. Duncan ended up as Finance Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire! Start as you mean to go on Duncan – pursue a whole career ignoring criminality and patient harm and you too can have a second home on Anglesey that none of the locals could afford even as their main residence.

So what was the cheapest home that the Post featured? It was a flat above a shop in Victoria Place, Bethesda. In days gone by, it would have housed a young single person or a service user, but they couldn’t afford it now. The flat was next door to what used to be the Bethesda Surgery, where Drs Gareth Jones, Nicky Heinersdorff, Paul Nickson and John Mithan knew about very nearly everything that I have detailed on this blog yet remained completely silent. Whilst they lived in the best houses in the area and drove the most expensive cars. How about a plaque to the fallen a la the plaque to paedophiles’ friend Val Feld which has recently been attached to the wall of the Senedd (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’)? The Tomb of the Unknown Service User in the centre of Bethesda might be more appropriate, the retired GPs couldn’t miss that as they drive past in their expensive cars on their generous pensions whilst they ignore the local graveyards which are full of their victims.

The Post also reported on the gender pay gap in north Wales. Consistent with Theresa May’s bright idea of publishing datasets with absolutely no analysis in her battle against inequality, the ‘Daily Post’ has mentioned that Cartrefi Cymru has only a gender pay gap of 1% – in favour of women. Women who work for this company earn MORE than men. So what is this business that emerges from Theresa’s exercise smelling of roses? Cartrefi Cymru is a chain of homes for people with learning disabilities and severe autism. Some of their clients have physical disabilities as well.

I met one of their managers a couple of years ago, a former Angel from St George’s Hospital Medical School no less. She was, incredibly enough, very impressive. Her attitude was spot on and she had some very good ideas with regard as to how to provide care and support to a group of adult whose difficulties are such that most people find it very difficult – and exhausting – to care for them. However she did admit that the pay offered by Cartrefi  Cymru was pitiful, particularly in return for such a taxing job. Support workers – which make up nearly all of Cartrefi’s staff – are paid the national minimum wage. When I chatted to this lady, the Gov’t had just introduced new regulations to ensure that support workers working night shifts were paid much more. In response to this directive, the senior managers at Cartrefi had redefined everybody’s shifts and hours to ensure that no-one actually received an increase in pay.

The reason why women at Cartrefi Cymru earn more than men is that most of the home managers are Angels and are thus paid a bit more than the support workers, many of whom are male. But no-one gets very much at Cartrefi, despite the dedication and high standards of the lady whom I met.

The shite pay received by Cartrefi Cymru staff is a result of decisions made by the Directors of Cartrefi. One of whom is a Dr Peter Higson, old mate of Dafydd’s and at present Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board…

Peter Higson, although he has now retired from a lifetime of concealing crime in the NHS and is thus in receipt of a fat pension, also receives very generous remuneration for his three days a weeks or whatever Chairing the Betsi – more than most people in north Wales earn in their full time jobs.

 

The Welsh media are reporting on Rod Liddle insulting the Welsh. As well as suggesting that all sane people would wish to exit Wales as soon as humanly possible, Liddle has made the standard insult about the Welsh language not having any vowels. Paedophiles’ friend Hywel Williams sent out a tweet explaining that the English for ‘ignorant’ has three vowels, whereas the Welsh word for ‘ignorant’ is ‘anwybodus’, which has four vowels. Which is the most sensible  point that I have ever noticed Hywel Williams make – it beats conjuring up lame excuses for the lethal mental health services or begging for a prison to be built in Caernarfon to fill with the the paedophiles’ victims.

Meri Huws has announced that she is now assembling a team to deal with Rod Liddle. Meri, I’m sure that he’s quaking in his boots. I think Rod works or did work at ‘The Spectator’. In terms of a shagfest, Rod and co make Meri look like an amateur.

 

Theresa has announced another £75 million for prostate cancer research which ‘will save thousands of lives’. There has now been an admission that previous prostrate cancer research was barking up the wrong tree and that the PSI test does not identify men at risk. So Theresa’s given another £75 million to the people who persisted with that particular lie although they knew that their results had not lived up to their subsequent claims.

 

There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth over the latest outrage regarding the use of chemical weapons in Syria. Yet again western politicians are fuming impotently over the genocidal ambitions of Bashar al-Assad. Bashar is of course a Top Doctor who spent four years undertaking postgrad work at the Western Eye Hospital in London, immediately before returning to Syria in his capacity as heir apparent. The Western Eye Hospital is run by Imperial College Healthcare NHS Trust, who also employ so many of those cancer experts who are going to save thousands of lives with Theresa’s £75 million quid.

In 2000 Bashar received 99.7% of the vote in a democratic election. He is as popular as that other Top Doctor Dafydd. In the 1990s when I and another patient constantly challenged the Hergest Unit over the presence of Dafydd there, we were told that ‘the patients want to see him, they like him’.

 

Blair was wheeled out on the ‘Today’ programme this morning to talk about the Good Friday agreement, which people are now claiming is not quite the solution that Blair told everybody that it was. Blair still isn’t fessing up to the role played in the peace process by the deal re the Kincora Boys’ Home. There has never been a full investigation into Kincora and it was specifically excluded from the major inquiry into the abuse of children in N Ireland.

Blair’s mate Mo Mowlam was credited with much of the success of the N Ireland peace process. Mo was the MP for Redcar. Redcar is in Cleveland. Mo was elected as MP on 11 June 1987. Bang in the middle of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Mo did not say a word about any of it. Or about the paedophile ring which had been in operation in the area for years and which was working hand in glove with Dafydd.

In 2001 Mo’s seat was succeeded by that very good paedophiles’ friend, Vera Baird (see post ‘Sisters Are Indeed Doing It For Themselves’).

I will write more about Mo soon.

 

 

People With Energy

I have just finished reading Rhodri Morgan’s memoir and there are some real gems of information in that book. One thing that I discovered from Rhodri’s book is the identities of those who made up the Windbag Kinnock’s Shadow Energy team in 1988. Before readers roll around laughing at my complete nerdiness for being interested in such a matter, let me just remind everyone that between 11 June 1987-23 July 1990, one of Thatcher’s Ministers in the Dept of Energy was Sir Peter Morrison – who at the time was sexually abusing kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and in London. Morrison was Minister of State for Energy with responsibility for oil (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Senior Tories from the time have admitted that Morrison’s conduct with under-aged boys was widely known and extensively gossiped about. Thatcher was directly warned about it but she continued to appoint Morrison to Gov’t roles nonetheless.

Morrison’s Secretaries of State whilst he was at Energy were Cecil Parkinson (13 June 1987-24 July 1989) and John Wakeham (24 July 1989-11 April 1992).

Morrison’s Tory colleagues have admitted that they knew about him, but Westminster being what it was – and still is – those on the opposition benches will have known as well, particularly those who had to shadow him and his colleagues in Energy. So who was in the Shadow Energy team in 1988? Well it was Rhodri Morgan, Frank Haynes, Kevin Barron, John Maxton – and they were led by the Shadow Secretary of State, a man called Tony Blair!

Rhodri remarks in his memoir that although Blair didn’t understand the facts underlying global warming – although in the light of some of the comments made by Rhodri about climate change I’m not at all sure that he did either – Blair was a man who was very sharp, picked up on everything that was going on around him and quickly identified which political angle would benefit him. So I really don’t think that Blair would have missed what Peter Morrison was up to. Particular as Blair had previously worked as a junior barrister in the corrupt barrister George Carman’s chambers and George Carman knew all about the North Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Blair was of course married to Cherie, who had also worked in the same chambers as Carman  – Cherie was friendly with many of the lawyers who knew that kids from London boroughs were being sent to north Wales children’s homes where they had complained of being seriously abused…

Whilst Blair was busying himself as Shadow Secretary at Energy, the need to protect Peter Morrison was causing havoc. Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all desperately trying to raise the alarm about serious criminality in north Wales. Alison had been sacked and found that her family were being targeted by the paedophiles’ friends, Mary had gone into hiding in England and my life was one long round of being arrested and fitted up, being subjected to rumour and gossip, being targeted by sex offenders and other nasties or losing jobs. Brown and my friends were also being targeted.

 

History has it that it was whilst Blair was at Energy that he was spotted as a real star who gained a following and was predicted to be cut out for great things. Ho