Thought For The Day

Readers will probably be familiar with the ‘Thought For The Day’ spot on Radio 4’s ‘Today’ programme. I previously mentioned ‘Thought For The Day’ on this blog when Greville Janner’s daughter Rabbi Laura Janner-Klausner did ‘Thought For The Day’ within the same few short weeks as she appeared on the ‘Today’ programme insisting that old Greville was completely innocent, that ‘he was great and he was good’ and while her barrister brother Daniel was threatening to sue the arse off anyone who repeated their allegations that Greville had molested them when they were kids. Laura and Daniel’s sister Marion Janner is a Radio 4 favourite as well, Marion frequently pops up on ‘All In The Mind’ in her capacity as a mental health campaigner, which has involved Marion promoting the ‘excellence’ of one of the abusive mental health facilities in north Wales. See previous posts.

Another regular on ‘Thought For The Day’ is Anne Atkins. Anne Atkins is of course the butt of many a joke because of her extreme disapproval of homosexuality and a number of other things that most people are fairly relaxed about these days. However Anne does discuss the necessity of compassion and charity and in the weeks approaching Christmas, Anne draws attention to severe mental illness, homelessness, poverty etc. Some of what Anne says about such issues is quite sound, but Anne utters the words in the same tone of extreme disapproval that she adopts when she discusses Sin. I get the impression that being on the receiving end of Anne Atkins’ compassion might not be very pleasant. Mark Steel once joked about the horrendous experience that he endured when the BBC booked him into the same car as Anne and he was on the receiving end of the world according to Anne. If anyone who knows Mark Steel is reading this blog post, please feel free to draw his attention to it, because I know Anne Atkins’ cousin and I wanna tell you a story…

Anne Atkins’ cousin is Mr Jim Porter, who for many years owned and was the Headmaster of Hillgrove School in Bangor; Hillgrove closed down quite recently but no-one seems to know why.

Regular readers might remember that Hillgrove and Mr Porter have featured on this blog before, because I worked as a teacher there, 2001-02. I was forced to leave my job when Keith Fearns, the leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and a leading light in Dafydd’s gang, paid Mr Porter a visit, told him that I ‘carried knives and scissors in my handbag’, declared me a danger to the pupils and ordered him to sack me. Mr Porter told me that he told Fearns that there had never been any concerns about me but Mr Porter then received a series of phone calls from parents of pupils demanding that the dangerous biology teacher whom they had been told that Hillgrove were employing should be dismissed. I told Mr Porter that I’d step down to save the school from any further difficulties. At the time, my friends maintained that I should have sued Mr Porter for unfair dismissal, but I took the view that Mr Porter had been threatened by a bunch of gangsters and they were the biggest problem, not him. I still do take that view, but I have received more information since my earlier posts about Hillgrove School and Mr Porter.

I explained in previous posts that Hillgrove School was a small private school which attracted pupils who’s parents wanted them to attend a Christian school, or who had special needs/other problems and who’s parents had removed them from local state schools in despair at the lack of provision, or who wanted a private education for their children but couldn’t afford a public school. There were a small number of children at Hillgrove School who were there because there were difficulties in their families and their parents feared scrutiny if the kids went to a state school. I really liked the kids at Hillgrove and I enjoyed teaching there; however I did know that some of the children had parents who were paid up members of Dafydd’s gang which is why I knew that there would be trouble when Keith Fearns knocked on Hillgrove’s door.

One of the Top Doctors who was abusing and neglecting patients at the Hergest Unit had children at Hillgrove; another Top Doctor from Ysbyty Gwynedd who’s child was being abused by a family member was a Hillgrove parent; two social workers who’s children showed every sign of being abused sent them to Hillgrove; one little boy told me that he was frightened to go to MacDonald’s in Bangor because his mum’s boyfriend worked there and he’d threatened the little boy with a gun; a corrupt police officer also had children at Hillgrove, as did a mental health patient who worked in the sex trade and who now works as an Angel in north Wales. Another boy was known to have parents who were involved with Triads. These matters were open secrets within the school and the wider community. The circumstances that those kids were living in were ignored by the whole of Gwynedd and if Mr Porter had even tried to make referrals to the child protection team, he’d have been destroyed because the people abusing those kids were colleagues and friends of the endemically corrupt child protection team.

There were two teachers who condemned Mr Porter for keeping quiet about the plight of those children, but that was because they didn’t like Mr Porter and his wife and had a personal vendetta against them. One was Wendy Massey, who had knowledge of one of her former neighbours who’s life had been destroyed by Dafydd’s gang and the other was Sally Atkinson, who was a personal friend of Malcolm and Judy Stammers, two Gwynedd social workers who had spent their whole careers working with the gang, including Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh when that was still open. See previous posts. Sally Atkinson’s father was John Webster, a lecturer at Bangor Normal College, an institution which had colluded with Dafydd’s gang for decades. Sally had done her own degree at the Normal College. Other teachers at Hillgrove had links with those we know and love. Mrs Charlesworth was the neighbour of Dr Adrian Bell, who taught me in the School of Plant Biology when I was an undergrad at UCNW, 1981-84. Bell’s colleagues were all fully on board with Dafydd, two of them were married to people who were members of the gang and it was Bell who flatly refused to act when I told him that Brown was receiving murder threats in 1983. One of Bell’s colleagues was having sex with local school girls. See previous posts. Mrs Charlesworth’s husband had spent his working life teaching at Coleg Menai, the FE college in Bangor, another very troubled institution which colluded with Dafydd’s gang.

I didn’t take legal action against the Porters, but my lawyer tried to deal with Fearns and took the matter up with Gwynedd Social Services. My lawyer and I had a meeting with Glyn Hughes, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services and Martin Davidson, the senior manager responsible for mental health, Fearns’s boss. Glyn Hughes admitted that Fearns had acted without authority, had breached confidence as well as told bare-faced lies, had failed to follow any policies and had broken the law. My lawyer asked what Glyn was going to do about the matter and Glyn openly laughed at us and told us that he would be doing nothing. Glyn drew our attention to published guidelines which stated that Glyn had the authority to act but if he choose not to, we could challenge his decision in Court. Glyn then had another good laugh, observed that as I had now lost my job I would not be able to afford to challenge him in Court. My lawyer and I left. See previous posts, eg. ‘Behind The Scenes Regarding Those Legal Happenings’ and ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’

I later found out that Martin Davidson was married to Nonn Williams, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services and that Nonn had appointed Davidson to his position.

Shortly after Fearns had paid a visit to Mr Porter, the gang attempted to fit me up for ‘threating to kill Alun Davies’ after I told the secretary of Alun Davies, the corrupt, law-breaking senior NHS manager of the NW Wales NHS Trust, over the phone, that he was a fat idiot. See previous posts eg. ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’.

Alun Davies made eight or nine phone calls to the police in the course of one day, complaining about being called a fat idiot and demanding my arrest. The police told Davies that it would be ludicrous to arrest me for such an offence, so Davies rang them back and told them that I’d threatened to kill him and he was living in fear. When Davies made those phone calls, he was sitting in the Welsh Assembly in Cardiff with Jane Hutt, the then Minister of Health and Social Services and her officials. I was sitting in a locked ward in the Hergest Unit in Bangor, having been sectioned, with visible injuries after having been assaulted by four staff who had refused to document my injuries or allow me access to the police to report the assault. When the bruises faded, I was released with no aftercare and within an hour of arriving home the police arrived and I was arrested for threatening to kill Davies.

Jane Hutt is the daughter of a Top Doctor from Tommy’s and a former social worker, who founded Welsh Wimmin’s Aid, served as a Councillor on South Glamorgan County Council and who has failed to respond to complaints about organised abuse and neglect in every position that she has ever had.

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Years later when I finally obtained copies of my files, I found a handwritten note from Martin Davidson, indicating his involvement and interest in the charges which had been brought against me. See previous posts. I knew nothing about Davidson and the only time that I have ever met him was when, along with Glyn Hughes, he refused to take action against Fearns. After the ‘threats to kill’ case collapsed against me, someone referred me to the DES as a ‘dangerous teacher’. The letter that I received from the DES told me that I was now under investigation with a view to striking me off the teaching register. It contained numerous inaccuracies and fallacious accusations and I challenged the DES. I was then told that my name had been cleared but that if I ever wanted to teach again, I would have to undergo a psychiatric assessment, carried out by the people who had perjured themselves in Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned for ‘threats to kill’ and who had broken the law by leaning on Mr Porter. By the time that I received that letter, I had begun a PhD at Bangor University.

Within weeks I discovered that my name had actually been cleared by a junior Gov’t Minister, who was then named in the media as ‘having allowed a paedophile to return to teaching’. That Minister was a friend of Professor Merfyn Jones, the VC of Bangor University who subsequently came under attack from the gang himself, aided by people in No 10 (see previous posts eg. ‘Lest We Forget’ and ‘The Point Is To Change It’). I didn’t know Merfyn when I received the letters from the DES and I didn’t know that the Minister who cleared my name was a friend of the VC (Merfyn was actually the acting VC until 2004, when he became the VC). The remit for reviewing teachers’ fitness to teach who were under investigation was then taken away from the Minister and given to the Social Services.

The Porters found themselves at the centre of a storm a few years later when they were prosecuted under Health and Safety legislation, after a kindergarten pupil, Kian Williams, fell in the playground, sustained a head injury and died. Kian in fact died as the result of an infection that he contracted while in Alder Hey Children’s Hospital where he was taken after he fell, not because of his head injury. Kian’s grandfather from Bethesda, who had raised the little boy, told the Porters that he’d never win against the NHS, so he was going to sue them instead. Neither did the HSE mount a prosecution against Alder Hey. The case was heard in the corrupt environs of Mold Crown Court and Mr Porter was found guilty.

Kian’s parents appeared in the media holding hands and crying, explaining that they had been devastated by Kian’s death. A documentary entitled ‘Remembering Kian’, which featured Kian’s mum on a tropical holiday, was screened explaining how she was Coming To Terms With It. Throughout it all, no-one mentioned that Kian’s parents had split up before he was born and he had been brought up by his grandparents since he was a baby.

On the anniversary of Kian’s death, his Grieving Family left flowers on the pavement outside of the school gates. Mrs Porter emerged to take the flowers inside, only to find a Daily Post photographer lying in wait, who then took pics which subsequently appeared in the Daily Post, accompanied by the story of the Callous Murdering Porters Removing Flowers.

The Porters subsequently appealed against their conviction and won. I took the view that was fair and just; lots of people called me a mug ‘after the way that they treated you’, but I still took the view that the biggest problem was, as ever, the Top fucking Doctors. Kian died as a result of medical negligence at Alder Hey, a hospital run by Dafydd’s mates. Furthermore, two members of the Porters’ family were mental health patients in Gwynedd and as with everyone who received Help from the Top Doctors, their lives had been turned upside down. One of the Top Doctors involved was Dr Tony Francis. Mr Porter’s father had been a senior Top Doctor at Rampton Hospital. I could understand why the Porters had no stomach for a scrap with the Top Doctors.

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One further point. The pastoral care at Hillgrove School was definitely no worse than at any other school in north Wales and in some regards a good deal better, as was supervision of children in the playground at break times.

After I left Hillgrove, they employed a new teacher, the wife of Peter Field, the retired Head of the School of English at Bangor University. Peter Field had worked at UCNW since the 1970s, when Dafydd’s gang ran the institution and used it as a vehicle for their trafficking business. One of Peter Field’s colleagues was Prof Tom Corns, who’s wife Pat Corns was a social worker for Conwy Social Services and a member of the gang. Tom Corns’s son is a Top Doctor. See previous posts and comments. Corns and Field had also been colleagues of Dave Nunn, an English Lit academic at Bangor who’s life was destroyed by the gang, who became a Hergest Unit patient and who disappeared off the face of the earth shortly after he read the crazy affidavit about me that Dafydd swore into Liverpool High Court in Nov 1994 in order to secure an injunction against me. See previous posts eg. ‘The Banality Of Evil’.

More recently, I was told that soon after the Porters moved to Bangor, one of their sons had a relationship with Nefyn Dodd’s daughter. Nefyn and June Dodd were the managers of the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor, where the children were beaten, raped, starved, forced to work in local businesses for no pay at all or for a pittance and trafficked and sold for sex at local venues, as well as further afield, including at Dolphin Square (see previous posts, including ‘Are You Local?’). Gwynedd Social Services were so impressed with Nefyn Dodd’s management abilities that they appointed him to oversee several other children’s homes in Gwynedd as well as to directly manage Ty’r Felin. See eg. post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ Nefyn Dodd was a friend of Dafydd’s. I have been told that the Dodd’s daughter was abusive to the kids in care and that she inflicted real emotional damage on the Porters’ son.

Since my previous posts about Hillgrove and the Porters, I have received information that the coven was far bigger and more organised than I realised. Readers will have gathered that everyone mentioned so far was either part of Dafydd’s gang, colluding with the gang, or deeply compromised by their links with them.

Not long before Fearns paid a visit to Hillgrove, I found out that a special needs pupil at Ysgol Syr Hugh Owen in Caernarfon was being violently abused by his stepfather. I followed child protection procedures and contacted the special education needs co-ordinator at Ysgol Syr Hugh Owen, whom it transpired was the boy’s form teacher. She was rude and hostile, seemed to have no knowledge of child protection procedures and told me to ring back after she’d spoken to the boy concerned. She later told me that the boy was not being mistreated and that he and his friend who had told people that he was were ‘liars’ and ‘pilferers’. I subsequently found out that she had asked the boy in front of the class whether his stepdad was beating him. The boy had ran away from home to escape his stepdad. The neighbours knew what was going on but they thought that the ‘school was dealing with it’. I was also told that there were dealers of class A drugs going into the grounds of Ysgol Syr Hugh Owen, terrifying the younger kids and that the teachers were shutting themselves in the classrooms when the dealers appeared and leaving the kids outside with the dealers of whom the younger kids were petrified.

Then there was a massive scene at Hillgrove School in which Caroline Coppock, the drama teacher, who had undertaken teacher training at Bangor University with me, had a public scrap with the Porters, in front of the kids and was sacked, again in front of the kids. It was chaos.

Because I was a newly qualified teacher in a small school with no mentor, I was taking advice – or should I say ‘trying to take advice’ – on these matters from the tutors in the School of Education at Bangor University. I have now been told that everyone get together and conspired to force me out of teaching, because I was reporting abuse of kids after having blown the whistle on the abuse of patients. I don’t know who exactly reported me to the DES; I am told that it was most likely to have been either Margaret Ellis Jones or Dr Prys Morgan Jones. Both were tutors at the School of Education, having spent years working as teachers in Gwynedd schools. Prys worked at Ysgol Syr Hugh Owen and Margaret is married to a senior official in Gwynedd County Council. Prys is also a personal friend of Dr Stephen Williams, an utter shitbag of a Top Doctor who was one of those who unlawfully refused me NHS treatment. Prys and Margaret are both on good terms with Dafydd Wigley, another person who ignored pleas to act re Dafydd and the gang. Prys was a friend of J. Gwynn Williams, Professor of Welsh History at UCNW, 1963-83 and Vice-Principal of UCNW, 1974-79, when Dafydd et al reigned supreme. J. Gwynne Williams was a childhood friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Williams was the son of a Wesleyan Minister and it was Williams who persuaded Waterhouse to become a lay preacher.

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It has also been suggested to me that my getting the job at Hillgrove in the first case was part of a massive sting. I was previously shortlisted for many teaching jobs but was always turned down at the last minute. On at least two of those occasions, I know that people who knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the gang did deals to bag themselves promotion and prevent me getting the job, one such person being Helen Connell, who’s parents were both later left to die by the Top Docs nonetheless as witnesses to what happened to me and others in the 1990s when we all lived in Rachub. See previous posts. Another young man who bagged a teaching job over me was later forced to resign after having sex with one of the pupils. There is nothing like sound judgement is there. Whether the Porters went as far as to offer me a job in order that they could then bring an end to my career a la St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1989 I don’t know, but I imagine that the gang held a champagne party when I got the job at Hillgrove because the Porters were in such a vulnerable position with regard to them.

No-one comes out of this with any credit. Everyone knew that there was very serious abuse of children occurring and had been for a very long time and that the same people were involved in both perpetrating and concealing it over many years. I have always tried to be understanding with regard to just how frightened many people are of that vicious, murdering gang, but my sympathy does not extend to people who abuse my trust, lie and conspire to have me forced out of employment, then fitted up for serious criminal offences and subsequently declare open war on the VC who dared give me a job once I had completed a PhD. A war that culminated in Top Doctors allowing patients to die after Merfyn was appointed Chairman of the Health Board because those we know and love were determined to force him out of public life with his reputation in tatters. See post ‘The Point Is To Change It’.

Dr Stephen Williams needs to be taken down to the police station in handcuffs because he and his mates have a lot of questions to answer.

Now fess up invertebrates and stop your pompousing around Gwynedd as well-respected men/women because you were all no more than long term allies of a gang of paedophiles and traffickers. There is more still to come on this blog.

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As for Caroline Coppock, well she did a nice little deal and bagged a job at Coleg Menai where one of her colleagues told me that she was disastrous but seemed to be bomb-proof.

The irony is that if I had appeared in front of the General Teaching Council, any decision would have involved Professor Gareth Roberts, who was then a big wig at the GTC. Professor Roberts was Head of the School of Education at Bangor University and before that he was Principal of Bangor Normal College and an adviser to Gwynedd Education Authority. I have been told that Gareth Roberts waded into the bun fight to help the gwerin as well, but I’m not sure at which point. Another name that has come my way is that of Nan Bate, a magistrate in Gwynedd who’s father was the Toppest of Top Doctors in Gwynedd for years in the Pre-Cambrian era.

 

Now for Mr Porter’s cousin, Anne Atkins (born 1956), the broadcaster, journalist and novelist.  One of Anne’s novels is entitled ‘On Our Own’. Indeed Anne, the targets of the gang whom your cousin knows all about, is no doubt very frightened of and took orders from when he unlawfully forced me out of my job, have known for years that we are on our own.

 Anne Atkins was born at Bryanston, Dorset and moved to Cambridge at the age of three when her father, David Briggs, became Headmaster of King’s College School. Anne went to Byron House School, the Cambridgeshire High School for Girls and the Perse School for Girls. Rosalind Runcie, the wife of Archbishop Robert Runcie and Angela Rumbold, the Tory MP, are both alumni of the Perse School for Girls. Robert Runcie concealed organised abuse in the Anglican Church and Angela Rumbold was one of those MPs who’s constituency was in the area served by St George’s Hospital Medical School when the staff were facilitating Dafydd’s crimes as well as the south London trafficking gang and Angela colluded with that gang. See previous posts.
After school, Anne went to the Decroux School of Mime in Paris and studied harp under Solonge Renie. If Atkins takes her harp playing seriously, she will know Dafydd’s Wigley’s wife Elinor Bennett and the Wigley’s daughter-in-law Catrin Finch, both very well-known harpists. Dafydd Wigley went to Hillgrove School himself, but many years before the Porters took it over. Atkins studied English language and literature at Brasenose College, Oxford and then trained at the Webber Douglas Academy of Dramatic Art in London. The Webber Douglas Academy has trained many big names, including Angela Lansbury, Julian Fellowes, Antony Sher, Donald Sinden, Hugh Bonneville, Minnie Driver, Amanda Root, Julia Ormond and Terence Stamp. Dafydd has many links with luvvies; not only were the kids whom the gang trafficked providing sexual services for luvvies but Dafydd’s mate Professor Linford Rees was the father of 1970s siren Angharad Rees, who married Christopher Cazenove, Cazenove ending up in Hollywood starring in ‘Dynasty’ (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Julian Fellowes, as well as being ridiculous, has links to those we know and love and Terence Stamp’s links with those associated with Dafydd are discussed in my post ‘Come, Friendly Bombs’.

Atkins started her acting career at St George’s Shakespeare Theatre in Tufnell Park. Tufnell Park is in the Boroughs of Islington and Camden, the Councils of which facilitated organised abuse via the Social Services and NHS. Both Councils had numerous Councillors who ended up with senior roles in public life including in Cabinet, particularly under New Labour and continued concealing organised abuse when they were  in Gov’t. One such person was Jeremy Corbyn, who is a big supporter of Mark Drakeford, the former social worker who had just been elected the new Leader of the Welsh Labour Party and will be Wales’s next FM. Jane Hutt is a big mate of Mark’s and was at his side throughout his leadership campaign. The Windbags live in Tufnell Park.

Anne’s career moved increasingly into writing until her last theatre appearance at the National Theatre in 1991. Anne really will have rubbed noses with the biggest and best at the National Theatre, including folk like Sir Ian McKellen (see eg. post ‘The Village’). Until the mid-1980s, UCNW had a Dept of Drama which produced a number of graduates who later became famous, including Frances Barber and John Sessions. Then there is the former UCNW English student Danny Boyle, the former partner of Frances Barber. See previous posts. Danny began to receive a great deal of media coverage after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigations into the abuse of kids in north Wales. Who could forget Danny’s opening ceremony for the London Olympics? A celebration of the NHS – Angels bouncing on beds with children! When Danny was a student at UCNW, kids who complained about being gang raped and filmed while being forced to have sex with animals were imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital by Dafydd and kept locked in there by Angels. Dame Judi Dench is a pal of Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass, who concealed Dafydd’s criminality for years, including in 1989, when Bluglass was called upon to investigate my own complaint about Dafydd et al (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). The Redgraves have links with Dafyyd’s associates and the network of  actors linked to Dawn French – French lived near Holyhead as a teenager – know about Dafydd’s gang as well, as did Mike Leigh’s Working Class Radicals from Liverpool and the actors who were based in Manchester. Then there is the generation of younger Welsh actors such as Rhys Ifans, Ioan Gruffudd and Matthew Rhys, who’s parents and parents’ friends were personal mates with members of Dafydd’s gang. See previous posts. It goes on and on…

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Anne Atkins is an Anglican who grew up in an influential Anglican family and she is married to an Anglican clergyman. Professor Mark Williams, who perpetrated the Mindfulness research fraud when he worked as a clinical psychologist with Dafydd’s gang in the 1980s in Bangor, is an Anglican clergyman and Honorary Canon of Christ Church Cathedral, Oxford. Before Mark Williams worked at Bangor, he worked at the MRC Applied Psychology Unit at Cambridge University. John D. Teasdale, one of Williams’s fellow researchers re the Mindfulness scam, was based at Cambridge University. See post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’. Prys Morgan Jones was a big admirer of Mark Williams.

Atkins was The Daily Telegraph’s first agony aunt, 1996-2000. The Waterhouse Inquiry was announced by William Hague in 1996, began in 1997 and the Waterhouse Report was published in Feb 2000. Press reports constantly stressed that the witnesses who claimed to have been abused in children’s homes in north Wales could not be believed. Atkins also writes for ‘The Guardian’, ‘The Mail On Sunday’, the ‘Daily Mail’, the ‘Evening Standard’, ‘Country Life’ and the ‘Daily Express’. Journos, Editors and the owners of these publications knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the role that Dafydd’s gang played in it but they didn’t publish a word. Amanda Platell is someone who calls the shots in The Mail group; Platell was appointed William Hague’s Press Officer in 1999, just in time for the publication of the Waterhouse Report and remained until 2001, after the worst of the fall-out had been handled. That post really launched Glenda’a career. See post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’ ‘The Guardian’ was always far more interested in pandering to its considerable readership of professionals working in health and social care and netting the advertising revenue from Social Services Depts which had been infiltrated by paedophile rings to have published anything about Dafydd et al. ‘The Guardian’ gave Dafydd et al a considerable helping hand when the gang declared open season on a senior sociologist at Bangor University in the early 1990s, by publishing false allegations that he was discriminating against Welsh people when he made staff appointments (see previous posts eg. ‘Badlands’).

Atkins presented The Agony Hour series for Channel 5, Watch Your ****ing Language for Channel 4 and Why People Hate Christians for BBC Radio 4 and frequently comments on programmes such as ‘Question Time’, ‘Any Questions?’ and Today.

In 1996 Atkins used her slot on Radio 4’s Thought for the Day to attack Anglican bishops for supporting a celebration in Southwark Cathedral marking 20 years of the Lesbian and Gay Christian Movement. Her opinions prompted the Church of England’s first ever complaint about the programme.

Thought For the Day: Dafydd’s gang targeted boys in particular and coerced them into sex work providing services for adult gay men. Pre-pubescent boys as well as those in their early teens were targeted. At the same time, Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist subjected gay men in consenting relationships to ‘aversion therapy’ in order to cure them, years after male homosexuality had been decriminalised. In the early 1990s Dafydd told at least one young gay male patient that he should have gender realignment surgery. The teenager had given no such indication that he wanted this.

 

In 1998 the Press Complaints Commission ruled that an article written by Atkins in ‘The Sun’ objecting to Gov’t proposals to make the age of consent for homosexuals equal to that for heterosexuals broke the industry’s Code of Conduct. In the article Atkins stated that “this is not opinion: it is fact. The life expectancy of a gay man without HIV is a shocking 43 years” and “a gay man is, alarmingly, 17 times more likely to be a paedophile than a straight man”. The PCC ruled that these were not proven facts and that she had been misleading the readers. The Sun apologised.

Many of the boys abused and trafficked by Dafydd’s gang died before they were 30, from HIV/AIDS as well as suicide and murder. There is no evidence at all that ‘a gay man is 17 times more likely to be a paedophile than a straight man’ and I cannot understand how anyone working on ‘The Sun’, even the tea lady, could have passed such rubbish for publication.

In November 2007, Atkins defended a motion for free speech on BBC 2’s ‘Newsnight’ when the Oxford Union invited right-wing figures David Irving and Nick Griffin to speak: “When you say that the majority view is always right I think that is a deeply dangerous and disturbing thing to say. I am not for a moment saying that I agree with David Irving or Nick Griffin but I am saying that once you start having truth by democracy you risk silencing some of the most important prophets we have ever had.”

Thought For The Day: Re ‘silencing’ people Anne. In the interests of democracy, rather than prophets, would you now like to write an article or make a broadcast about the sex abuse gang in north Wales with which your cousin Jim colluded?

A prophet who never has a problem drumming up media coverage:

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In September 2008, Atkins prompted complaints after offending the people of Norfolk on BBC Radio 4. In a Thought for the Day broadcast about compensation culture, she said: “No more chestnut trees lining the streets of Norwich, in case the conkers fall on your head – as if that would make a difference, in Norfolk.”

I question the existence of the compensation culture. Some people are indeed very successful at extracting compensation out of organisations, particularly the employees of the public services. In north Wales many such cases of which I know were won because the person claiming for compensation quietly blackmailed the organisation with their knowledge of serious criminality which had resulted in harm to members of the public. However, Anne might like to take a long hard look at the levels of compensation awarded to people who are wrongfully imprisoned, harmed by the NHS, the police or other public services, or have their compensation determined by the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board; the compensation is usually derisory. In terms of people suing for harm sustained in the mental health system, nearly all claims fail. As indeed do most of the claims made by people who experienced sexual abuse while in the care of the social services as children. Some two weeks ago, Flintshire Council stated that so far, a total of £14k had been paid in compensation to people who were abused as children in care in north Wales. £14k Anne. For decades kids were beaten, sexually assaulted, gang raped, forced to take part in the production of child porn including with animals and coerced into working in the sex industry. Many of the kids involved are now dead.

Over 30 years, I have endured abuse, threats, slander and libel, assault, damage to my property, wrongful arrest and illegal detention, unfair dismissal repeatedly, unlawful denial of all medical care and one of my friends was murdered. I have 10,000 documents providing evidence of serious organised crime in every agency with which I had contact. I am now in hiding after being threatened with a gun. I have never received a penny in compensation Anne, not even from your cousin.

The senior North Wales Police officer Gordon Anglesea was awarded nearly £400k in compensation in 1994 for libel damages after ‘Private Eye’ and others named him as abusing boys in care in north Wales. Weeks after the judgement, Mark Humphrys, one of the young men who named Anglesea, was found dead. In 2016, Gordon Anglesea was imprisoned for historical sex offences against boys in care in north Wales. Anglesea did not have to repay his jackpot. Although he died in prison a convicted sex offender, Anglesea’s widow Sandra continues to receive his police pension.

As for Anne’s comment about ‘people from Norfolk’, as someone who grew up in Somerset I was well-used to people making similar noises about my friends and I, particularly some of the people who taught me at school. I was more highly qualified than most of my detractors by the time that I was 21 and I would have been more highly qualified than all of them by the time that I was in my mid-20s had a gang of corrupt professional people not ruined my career. I heard comments about kids from north Wales being thick and inbred made by members of Dafydd’s gang. Anne Atkins is in no position to sneer at anyone; she was born into privilege, received an expensive education and is still stupid enough to believe made up statistics about gay men and their tendency to be paedophiles. Stick to the harp and Parisian mime Anne, because you know bugger all about male sexuality.

In October 2012, Atkins drew condemnation for a Daily Mail article published under the headline, “I haven’t handed over a sex offender to the police – because I was told in confidence”.

Anne’s cousin didn’t hand over sex offenders to the police either; he was terrified of them and they were paying him money to teach his children. He sacked me instead because he wasn’t frightened of me. I wouldn’t always hand over a sex offender to the police myself; one reason would be that in North Wales there would be a high risk that if one did, their victim would be targeted in order to silence them, including by the police. I detailed in my post ‘Come, Friendly Bombs’ what happened when I did report an abduction and attempted group rape of a young woman in Birmingham. I have a complete lack of confidence in the ability of any UK authority to deal with sex offences. They just cannot do it, any of them. I would even go as far as to advise most victims of sex crimes not to even bother to ‘seek help’ from the recommended sources, the help will almost certainly make matters much worse and swathes of the ‘helpers’ are colluding with sex offenders. In north Wales, Dafydd’s gang used confidential information about people whom they thought may have previously been victims of sex crimes to target them all over again. It’s a nasty business and it is this bad because so many professional people have used their positions in fields such as the theatre, the Church and the media to shield sex offenders haven’t they Anne?

‘And now we have ‘Thought For The Day’ with Rabbi Laura Janner-Klausner…’

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I find Rabbi Laura impertinent myself.

 

Anne Atkins’s father, John Davidson Briggs (born 1917) (known as David Briggs), was born in Norwich, son of Canon George Wallace Briggs and Constance Barrow. George Wallace Briggs served as a padre in the Royal Navy and as a clergyman in Norwich, Loughborough; Canon of Leicester Cathedral; and then as Canon of Worcester Cathedral. The gang in Leicestershire of which Greville was a part dated back at least until the 1940s. By the 1970s, there was an organised abuse gang in Worcester but I don’t know how far back that gang stretched.

One of Briggs’s godfathers was the Archbishop of Canterbury, Randall Davidson, 1903-28. David Briggs sang in King’s College Choir both as a chorister, 1927-31 and as a choral scholar, 1936-39. Briggs attended Marlborough College and then studied at King’s College, Cambridge. Briggs sang in the first broadcast Christmas Eve carol service from King’s College Chapel in 1928 and continues to sing in a church choir, although he has now passed his 100th birthday.

 

David Briggs was interviewed by Mishal Husain in A Celebration of Christmas Carols broadcast on BBC Radio 2 on 25 December 2013, thus making his broadcasting career span 85 years. He was again interviewed on the BBC ‘Today’ programme on 24 December 2015.

In 1940 Briggs married Catherine Mary Lormer, a mathematics teacher whose students would include Sir Andrew Wiles, who later proved Fermat’s Last Theorem and Professor Sir Timothy Gowers of Cambridge University. David and Caroline Briggs’s children are Johnny, who farms in Wales; Professor Andrew Briggs; Catherine, who teaches the visually impaired; and Anne Atkins.

As a conscientious objector, David Briggs was drafted into the Pay Corps, which he hated, so his father, who was then Vice-Dean of Worcester Cathedral, negotiated him a transfer into the Medical Corps. However, it became a requirement that members of the Medical Corps had to bear arms, an order which he refused to obey on the grounds that he would not bear arms that he would not use, and faced the possibility of court-martial, but this was withdrawn after the order was found to be against the Geneva Convention and for the rest of WW II, Briggs continued as a corporal, being ineligible for promotion or decoration as a conscientious objector. He took part in the Normandy landings and help set up a field hospital, 102 British General Hospital near Bayeux, where he formed a choir of about 25 Top Doctors and nurses which subsequently performed in different parts of Normandy.

Briggs was well-networked with vintage Top Doctors. Clergymen caught molesting children have long since been assisted by Top Doctors. The Top Docs have always been happy to silence the distressed kids who had ‘nervous breakdowns’ without explanation and write a letter of reference in support of the molester, taking a sympathetic view of their ‘problems’ and attribute it to ‘hormones’, ‘stress’, an ‘unhappy marriage’ etc, while stressing how much good they have done the world and how dreadful it would be if the police were to become formally involved in this matter. By the 1960s, psychiatrists were organising ‘therapy groups’ for clergy with ‘marital difficulties’, which suggests that the Dirty Vicar was quite a common species. One such person who did this was Dr Robin Skynner, a big pal of John Cleese. See previous posts.

We had a Dirty Vicar in Bawdrip, the village where I lived for a few years as a child. The kids at school used to recite a rhyme: ‘There was a young lady from Tod/Who prayed for a baby from God/But it wasn’t the Almighty/Who crept up her nightie/It was the vicar the dirty old sod’ and we all thought that it was particularly brilliant because We Knew About Mr Rigg. So did the Bishop of Bath and Wells, a delegation of furious parishioners went to see him.

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The Bishop told the delegation that The Church Would Deal With It. Rigg was still the vicar of St Michael and All Angels after I had graduated. Furthermore Rigg had been sent to Somerset because he’d previously crept up a few too many nighties in Lincolnshire. Rigg was the only vicar in his family, he came from a legal family ‘with Judges in it’. Rigg’s time at Bawdrip may well have overlapped with George Carey’s incumbency as the Bishop of Bath and Wells, the George who is now fondly remembered as having concealed the sex offending of Bishop Peter Ball, Carlo’s pal, when George served as Archbishop of Canterbury.

Bishop George, whom Brown’s mum used to describe as being ‘as weak as water’:

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After Rigg molested one of the kids in his parish, she was admitted to hospital, where she was visited by Rigg, who molested her again in the hospital. An Angel caught him, called the Top Doc and Rigg was Referred to a Top Doc in Bridgwater. Who explained that Rigg molested kids because Rigg and his wife ‘had a brother and sister relationship’. Brown commented that was hardly an excuse for molesting kids; furthermore it was not surprising that his wife didn’t sleep with Rigg, not only was he a child molester but the marriage was arranged by her father who was friends with Rigg and she was many years younger then the old git with Judges In The Family. There was a happy ending though, Rigg’s wife was appointed Brown Owl and Rigg used to give the girls lifts to Brownies. See previous posts and comments for more J.F. Rigg-related fun as well as for information about three other legendary Somerset vicars, Father Applegarth, Mr Pengelly and the Rev Ballard, who were a source of great entertainment to Brown, Brown’s brother and I in our youth. We just took it for granted that vicars in Somerset were completely mad.

 

In early June 2014, David Briggs recalled some of his experiences from this time in a radio interview given in a brief BBC D-Day anniversary presentation. While in the Medical Corps Briggs formed and conducted an a cappella choir.

From 1946 Briggs taught at Bryanston School, Dorset. With his wife’s help and the boys’ labour, he built the Greek Theatre at Bryanston which led to the Greek summer school which is now held there every year. In 1959, following a short hiatus, Briggs became Head of King’s College School, Cambridge, a position he held until his retirement in 1977. During his tenure he turned the school co-educational. The school’s Briggs Building is named after him.

The zoologist Michael Swann is an alumnus of King’s College School, Cambridge. Swann was appointed as Chairman of the BBC Governors, 1973-80, by Ted Heath who admired the no nonsense way in which Swann, as Principal and VC of Edinburgh University, 1965-74, had dealt with student protests, particularly with an upstart called Gordon Brown. Having cut his teeth on reigning in the man who later became PM on the back of his own knowledge of senior politicians concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al (see previous posts), Michael Swann failed to notice Jimmy Savile hanging about in the BBC, the Savile who was a pal of Dafydd’s. Swann became Lord Swann in 1981, in the wake of Thatch being safely in No 10, Jeremy Thorpe getting clean away with it all and Mary Wynch having been unlawfully imprisoned by Dafydd. Swann also served as VC of York University, from 1979 until 1990, the year of his death. Swann’s brother Hugh was cabinet maker to Lilibet; his Uncle was Brigadier Vivian Dykes, Chief Combined Secretary British Joint Staff Mission Washington, 1942; his stepfather was Sir Sydney Castle Roberts, Secretary of Cambridge University Press and Vice-Chancellor of the University of Cambridge; and his brother-in-law was Monsignor Graham Leonard. Michael Swann knew zoologists at UCNW who were colluding with Dafydd’s gang. See previous posts.

During his time in Cambridge, David Briggs became a close friend of conductor, organist and composer Sir David Willcocks and of the Rev Professor Owen Chadwick.

Owen Chadwick was an Anglican priest, who studied at St John’s College, Cambridge and in 1964 became a honorary Fellow of St John’s College, Cambridge. Ronnie Waterhouse went to St John’s College, Cambridge and was delighted when one of his offspring followed in his footsteps to St John’s College, Cambridge. Chadwick held two Chairs at Cambridge, was Master of Selwyn College, 1956-83 and VC of Cambridge University, 1969-71.  He also lectured at Oxford University. Chadwick was President of the British Academy, 1981-85.

When Chadwick was VC of Cambridge University, he ‘guided Cambridge through turbulent times in the late 1960s, including the Garden House riot in 1970′. The Garden House riot was the only serious disturbance at Cambridge during the student protests; it resulted in police action and criminal charges against students, yet there were allegations, which Chadwick denied, that the riot had been incited by senior members of Cambridge University.

Chadwick was elected President of Cambridge University RFC in 1973.

Chadwick Chaired the Archbishops’ Commission on Church and State (1966–1970), known as the Chadwick Commission, which recommended that Parliament should pass the regulation of the church to a General Synod rather than disestablishment. The General Synod has consistently concealed even the most serious criminality on the part of the clergy and some members of the General Synod, such as Selwyn College, Cambridge graduate John Gummer, also concealed organised abuse, as well as that by Dafydd et al, as Cabinet Ministers. Gummer read History – Chadwick held Chairs in History at Cambridge – and was part of the Tory Party’s ‘Cambridge Mafia’, ie. Ken Clarke, Leon Brittan, Norman Lamont and Norman Fowler. They led the field with regard to colluding with Dafydd and the gang. See previous posts.

Chadwick was also a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1978-94. Lord Lloyd Kenyon aka Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon was a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1953-88. Lord Kenyon was a major umbrella of Dafydd’s throughout the years of Peak Paedophilia. Kenyon’s son Thomas was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in the care of the social services in north Wales. When Thomas was caught red handed, the boy was prosecuted after Thomas made a complaint of theft against him – among the stolen items were Polaroid porn shots of Thomas and the boy – and sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no action. Thomas died of HIV AIDS in 1993; his father died just a few weeks apart from him. Lord Kenyon held numerous roles, including that of President of UCNW, 1947-82; Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority; a member of the North Wales Police Authority; the most senior Freemason in North Wales; Director of Lloyds Bank (see previous posts, eg. ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Owen Chadwick was Chancellor of the University of East Anglia, 1984-94. The linguist Andrew Radford worked at UEA, 1975-76, then at Oxford University, 1976-78, then at the University of Essex and then he turned up at UCNW in 1980, where Radford remained as Prof and Head of Linguistics until 1989, before returning to the University of Essex. Radford was infamous at UCNW for being a puerile old git who shagged undergrads on a vast scale. Not only that, but Radford supplied his colleagues at Bangor with the full details of his encounters with students and the authorities at UCNW were fully aware that there was a direct correlation between the students who received Firsts and those who had shagged Radford. Radford was so excessive that he won’t have just taken up such past-times once he arrived in Bangor, he’d have been doing that for years and nothing was said about it when he applied for his next job.

As far as I knew, Radford’s student bedfellows were consenting, but his activities did greatly upset some undergrads, one being a girl who was my neighbour in hall in the first year at UCNW. She became very obviously quite distressed, sought help from the Student Health Centre and guess what? She was sent to Gwynne the lobotomist. After one encounter with Gwynne she was so distressed that she attempted suicide. She was taken to the North Wales Hospital, by which time her mum, who was an Angel in Shrewsbury, had hit the roof and made a formal complaint about Gwynne. As with me two years later, it was Tony Francis who was called upon to reassure everyone that Gwynne had been dealt with and This Will Never Happen Again. The girl’s mum told Francis that her daughter was under no circumstances to return to the Dept of Linguistics. Radford wrote to Tony Francis to tell him that there was no reason why this young woman could not continue as one of his students. No-one confronted Radford or Gwynne, the whole mess was constructed as this student over-reacting ‘because she was ill’ and in the words of Dr D.G.E. Wood, ‘wet’. Francis declared that she was just a ‘weak person’. Years later the girl concerned killed herself, under the ‘care’ of Francis’s former colleagues in Manchester, who had scandalously neglected her for years.

My former neighbour did become seriously depressed, but she should never have been sent to a lobotomist who was running a trafficking ring and someone should have addressed Radford’s behaviour, because it was completely out of hand. I don’t know if there were any other disasters as a result of students not being able to cope with the atmosphere in Radford’s Dept of Linguistics, but I know that at least three students tried to commit suicide after encountering Gwynne. This was not the students, it was him, he was fucking catastrophic and everyone knew it.

I have been told that I was particularly feared by the gwerin/paedophiles’ friends in terms of my potential whistleblowing activities because of the killer info on my CV: ‘BSc II(i) Agricultural Botany, UCNW, 1981-84’. I am informed that people seeing this, even those who knew nothing about me, immediately thought ‘Oh God, the years of Sir Charles Evans, Gwynne, Andrew Radford, Gordon Farley,  John Wilson, John Farrar, Dafydd’s paedophile ring… etc etc’.

So the answer was to wreck career after career of mine and tell the world that I and my close friends were absolute bastards.

Andrew Radford was an undergraduate at Trinity College, Cambridge, 1964-68, remained at Trinity to undertake his PhD and then stayed at Trinity as a Research Fellow until 1975.

Dr Prys Morgan Jones was a student at Trinity College, Cambridge at pretty much the same time as Radford. Prys and Ronnie Waterhouse’s friend Prof J. Gwynne Williams was Chair of Welsh History at UCNW when Radford was busy with the undergrads and when my former neighbour tried to kill herself. The other person who knew what happened was Professor of Theology at Bangor, Eryl Wynn Davies, who at the time was a junior lecturer and the warden for our hall. Eryl is a Cambridge graduate as well, but I can’t remember which college he attended.

Here’s one of Eryl’s books:

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There was an elite paedophile/trafficking ring at Cambridge. Whether Radford was part of that or whether he was just a pillock I don’t know.

All of these people knew that there was exploitation and abuse of young people – including very young people, children well below the age of consent – in north Wales and Cambridge. They also knew that lies were being told about me because I had challenged Dafydd and Gwynne, the leaders of the pack. There was no ‘grey area’ with people like Dafydd, Gwynne and Radford, their misconduct could not have gone unnoticed or been open to different interpretations.

When Radford left Bangor in 1989 it was under a very big cloud indeed. Did Radford’s career end? Of course not. He relocated to the University of Essex as Prof, served three terms as Head of Dept and one as Dean. Radford retired in 2013 and since then has been Professor Emeritus. My former neighbour from hall is still dead.

 

While I was googling Eryl’s book just now, I came across another Eryl Davies, Eryl Oliver Davies (22 December 1922 – 31 May 1982), who was a Welsh teacher and school inspector and was Chief Inspector of Schools for Wales from 1972 until his death in 1982. During 1972-82, Dafydd’s gang were abusing kids across north Wales. There was also abuse of kids in west Wales and south Wales. The kids in children’s homes and SEN kids were very much more vulnerable than kids from comfortable homes without difficulties, but what was happening to some kids was so extreme that Eryl Oliver Davies could not have missed it. In 1979, there was a huge row about ‘standards of schools in Gwynedd’ on which the Windbag tried to capitalise. Being the Windbag, he made it a Welsh language issue. It wasn’t a language issue, it was that bloody gang again, the gang who’s members were personal friends of the Windbag’s wife, her parents and her parents’ mate Lord Cledwyn, who was the Labour MP for Anglesey, 1951-79 and Secretary of State for Wales, 1966-68, (see post ‘How Much Greater Is A Man Than A Sheep?’). Anglesey is generally agreed to be the most corrupt Council in north Wales and that is some achievement; the rot goes back years. Dafydd’s mistress and partner-in-crime social worker Lucille Hughes worked as the Children’s Officer on Anglesey, 1966-69 and Dafydd himself carried out ‘research into incest’ on Anglesey in the early 1960s.

 

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The most corrupt Council in Wales Windbag and probably the most corrupt in the UK. Councillors went to prison and become Councillors again when they had been released, Councillors became millionaires from bribery and corruption in the Planning Dept, children in care were hung from ropes in barns and thrashed… Your wife’s parents were Councillors on Anglesey. 

 

Eryl Oliver Davies was born in December 1922 in Merthyr Tydfil and went to school in Methyr before attending Jesus College, Oxford. I have explained in previous posts (eg. ‘Come, Friendly Bombs’) how Jesus College is and was the ‘Welsh’ Oxford College, which educated many of those who later occupied senior positions which they used to conceal the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. Dafydd’s mate the corrupt judge Huw Daniel went to Jesus College, as did Huw Daniel’s father, the Schools Inspector, theologian and President of Plaid, J.E. Daniel, whom Dafydd knew when Dafydd was young. Professor Gareth Roberts of the Normal College, Bangor University and General Teaching Council went to Jesus College, as did Harold Wilson. Wilson was not Welsh, but when he was PM Wilson moved heaven and earth to conceal the Westminster Paedophile Ring, of which Dafydd’s gang was a branch. Wilson was close to the child abuser George Thomas, the south Wales Labour MP who later became Speaker of the House. George Thomas grew up in the Rhondda near Methyr Tydfil. Thomas was known to be abusing children in south Wales, had links with Dafydd’s gang and Eryl Oliver Davies will have known George Thomas, everyone did. See previous posts eg. ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’.

Eryl Oliver Davies served in the South Wales Borderers and the King’s Shropshire Light Infantry during WW II. After WW II, Davies began teaching at Bradford Grammar School. There was organised abuse in Bradford and the wider Yorkshire region stretching back many years and by the 1960s/70s, the Yorkshire ring, in which Jimmy Savile was a major figure, had linked up to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales.

After teaching in Bradford, Davies before became a schools inspector in Wales, becoming Chief Inspector of Schools in Wales in 1972, just as Dafydd and John Allen’s business of children’s home in north Wales began to take off. The inspection of children’s homes was a responsibility of the Welsh Office and even the Waterhouse Report admitted that the Welsh Office just didn’t bother to inspect most of the homes in north Wales regularly, even after complaints of serious abuse. The Secretary of State for Wales, 1970-74, was Lord Peter Thomas, under Heath as PM. Thomas was Chairman of the Conservative Party, 1970-72. Eryl Davies was appointed Chief Inspector for Schools in Wales in 1972, but presumably he achieved seniority in the years just before that. George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales, 1968-70. George Thomas had worked as a teacher in south Wales before he entered the Commons in 1945. The Secretary of State for Education, 1970-74, was Thatch. Thatch and George Thomas were good friends, despite the political divide; Thatch maintained that their Methodism was the basis for their friendship. George Thomas was also very close to the Jewish community in south Wales, among whom Greville Janner’s father Barnett Janner grew up (see post ‘O Jones, O Jones’).

Sir Lawrence Byford was Inspector of Constabulary for the region which included north Wales and then Chief Inspector of Constabulary, 1983-87. Byford’s responsibilities covered the North Wales Police from the late 1970s, during which time the North Wales Police were fully on board with Dafydd’s gang. Byford was educated at Leeds University and served with the West Riding Police, 1947-68. He then joined the senior management of the Lincolnshire Constabulary, on Thatch’s home territory, serving as Chief Constable, 1973-77. See post ‘Top Of The Cops’. Byford’s son Mark also went to Leeds University and later rose up through the BBC, becoming Deputy DG. Mark Byford was one of the BBC bigwigs who didn’t notice Jimmy Savile assaulting kids on BBC premises. The Savile who had ruled Yorkshire for decades, who had a flat in Leeds and who was mates with corrupt police officers in Leeds, as well as being mates with Dafydd’s gang.

Eryl Oliver Davies was also a member of the School Broadcasting Council, the Schools Council and the Open University Advisory Committee for Wales. The Open University was famously one of Harold Wilson’s flagship achievements; Wilson delegated the task of establishing the OU to Lord Goodman, Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor and Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow. The Planning Committee for the OU was packed with people close to Wilson who were concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and associated criminality, including that of Dafydd et al.

One such person was Lord Fulton, Principal of University College, Swansea, 1947-59 – the employer of Rhodri Morgan’s father as well as of Dafydd’s buddy Saunders Lewis. Then Fulton was VC of the University of Wales, 1952-54 and again between 1958-59. In 1959 Fulton was appointed Principal of University College Sussex, which became the University of Sussex in 1961. He remained there until 1967. Another of Wilson’s mates on the Planning Committee of the OU was Lord Asa Briggs, Vice-Chancellor of Sussex University, 1967-76 and Chancellor of the OU 1978-94. Briggs was a Cambridge graduate who grew up and went to school in Keighley near Bradford and worked in Intelligence at Bletchley Park during WW II. Briggs was a close friend of Howard Smith, who became DG of MI5 in 1979. In 1967, Briggs was outraged when three Sussex students threw red paint over a visiting US official as a protest against the Vietnam War and nearly 40 years later in a Radio 4 interview, Briggs’s daughter stated that her father had never forgiven them. One of the students was Merfyn Jones, who later became VC of Bangor University. Briggs concealed the Sussex end of Dafydd’s and John Allen’s trafficking ring – kids from children’s homes in north Wales were trafficked to brothels owned by John Allen in London and Brighton – and Briggs will have known that Merfyn grew up in Llanfrothen, a village in the area ruled by Dafydd and Gwynne’s gang, with the local people suffering quite considerably at their hands (see previous posts eg. ‘The Village’). Briggs didn’t die until 2016, which meant that he and his mates in the security services were around a very long time to cause trouble. See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’ for the story of the red paint, Asa’s previous, Lord Fulton etc.

If anyone knows whether Asa Briggs was any relation to the Briggs’s in Anne Atkins’ wider network, please let me know.

 

Eryl Oliver Davies died on 31 May 1982 at the age of 59, in post. I have no idea what the circumstances of Davies’s death were but 59 years is not a great age for a professional person and Dafydd and the gang were under pressure in 1982 because Mary Wynch was on her way to the Master Of The Rolls. The different factions of the gwerin were pursuing a civil war at UCNW and were trying to oust Sir Charles Evans; they didn’t manage to do that but they did throw Lord Kenyon overboard. He was replaced as President of UCNW by Sir William Mars-Jones, another one of Dafydd’s huge umbrellas and a friend and colleague of Ronnie Waterhouse. See previous posts eg. ‘Meet The Gwerin!’.

 

Owen Chadwick’s brother Henry was Master of Peterhouse, Cambridge. Peterhouse was famous for interesting behaviour on the part of lecturers and students, including parties where men dressed as women, used women’s names and participated in japes. Michael Portillo was one who did so. The Portillo whom I was told when I lived in Bethesda was a regular at gay clubs, the Portillo who denied being gay until one day he remembered that he had been sexually involved with men after all and after that remembered that he’d felt obliged to deny it because Thatch’s Tory Party was so homophobic. That was when they weren’t concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al who were procuring boys as sexual partners for leading Tories such as Sir Peter Morrison and Norman St John-Stevas. See previous posts eg. ‘The Bay Of Pigs Invasion’.

Whether Owen Chadwick was any relation of A.H. Chadwick aka Dr Andrew Chadwick of the BMA who so helpfully assisted Tony Francis, Dafydd et al during the late 1980s/early 1990s in their industrial scale perjury in the multiple attempts to have me imprisoned I don’t know.

 

David Briggs’s sister – Anne Atkins’ aunt – Audrey Ruth Churchill (née Briggs) (1920–2005) worked at Bletchley Park, 1942-45, after graduating from Cambridge. Baroness Jean Trumpington aka Trumpers worked at Bletchley Park, but being Trumpers she did no work, although she ensured that she got to know everyone who was worth knowing. Trumpers was later a fixture at Cliveden – Trumpers’ friend from Bletchley Park Sarah Norton was Bill Astor’s first wife – including the orgies involving the Royals, Gov’t Ministers, call girls and Russian spies which led to the downfall of Macmillan’s Gov’t. Trumpers’ lived in Cambridge for many years, including during the late 1960s and throughout the 70s, when her husband Alan Barker was Head of the Leys School. She served as Mayoress of Cambridge and was involved with the Cambridge Tories. Trumpers was a pal of Rab Butler, who was at the time Master of Trinity College, Cambridge. See post ’95 Glorious Years!’. The high spot of Trumpers’ life cam in the late 1980s, when as junior Health Minister, she was responsible for appointing Jimmy Savile to the management task force of Broadmoor Hospital. See posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’. After working at the Leys School, Alan Barker became Head of University College School, where Harold Wilson’s sons went to school. Trumpers used to entertain Wilson and Mary to tea (see post ‘Come, Friendly Bombs’).

In 1946 Audrey Ruth married former SOE Officer Major Oliver Churchill. Oliver’s brother Peter Churchill also served in the SOE and their brother Walter was a Battle of Britain ace. Oliver and Peter’s father, William Algernon Churchill, who died in 1947, was a British diplomat and art connoisseur. Oliver Churchill was educated at Stowe School and King’s College, Cambridge.

William Algernon’s wife was Violet (nee Meyers), a classical singer from an influential Birmingham family. Violet’s brother Walter Meyers was a Top Doctor who died young in 1901 and her sister was Stella Churchill who died in 1954. Stella was also a Top Doctor, well-known medical psychologist and psychotherapist who specialised in Wimmin’s Health. Stella was a Girton Girl who subsequently qualified as a Top Doc at the London School of Medicine for Wimmin, which was established in 1874 and the first British Medical School to train wimmin Top Doctors.

London School of Medicine for Wimmin, Hunter Street.

 

Elizabeth Garrett Anderson was Dean (1883-1903) while the school was rebuilt, became part of London University and was consolidated with the Royal Free Hospital.

Royal Free Hospital – School of Medicine for Women, Hunter Street.

In 1896, the School was renamed the London Royal Free Hospital School of Medicine for Wimmin. In 1894, the Indian feminist Dr. Rukhmabai qualified as a Top Doctor after attending the London School of Medicine for Wimmin. The number of Indian women students steadily increased so that by 1920 the school, in co-operation with the India Office, opened a hostel for female Indian medical students.

In the early 1980s, there were feminist protests outside of the Royal Free Hospital as a result of the sheer number of wimmin who were so unhappy with their childbirth experiences there. In 1987 I had a bizarre interview at the Royal Free and during the course of the interview, one of the panel divulged information that could have only come from Dafydd or Tony Francis. Duncan Orme, the Students Union Welfare Officer at UCNW who concealed Dafydd’s gang and the havoc that Gwynne the lobotomist was creating, was rewarded for this by a place on the NHS management training scheme, although Duncan ended up with the Third and, I was told, failed his accountancy exams. Duncan’s first post was at the Royal Free. The semi-literate and innumerate Duncan ended up as the Financial Director of one of the lethal, bankrupt and troubled NHS Trusts in Staffordshire. See previous posts for the gen on Duncan.

In 1998, the London Royal Free Hospital School of Medicine merged with UCH’s Medical School to form the UCL Medical School.

Dr Stella Churchill held posts as a Top Doctor at the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, the Victoria Hospital for Children and the Italian Hospital, before being appointed anaesthetist to the British Red Cross Hospital at Netley. She was Assistant Medical Officer for Health for Maternity and Child Welfare at Bermondsey, 1920-22, and First Assistant then Deputy Medical Officer for Health for St Pancras, 1922-24. Stella served as the President of the Maternity and Child Welfare Group of the Society of Medical Officers of Health and on the Council of the Save the Children Fund.

There was great poverty in all these areas of London in which Stella was working and contrary to popular myth, the role of Top Doctors in such places was not to selflessly Help The Poor by applying liberal values. The Top Docs were judgemental, usually held the poor to blame for their own difficulties and Wimmin Top Docs were employed to tell their much poorer wimmin patients what to do. Top Docs were fully aware of child prostitution and organised abuse and they were complicit with it. They also played a major role in the transport of huge numbers of children from slums in British cities, including London, to Australia, where the kids led lives of slavery and sexual abuse. The parents of the children were persuaded to hand them over by being told that their kids were going to lives of great opportunities. When the kids in Australia grew up and tried to trace their families, they were obstructed as much as possible by the Australian and British authorities and if they persisted they were told that their parents were dead.

Stella Churchill retired from public health work, became interested in medical psychology and was appointed psychotherapist to the Tavistock Clinic and the West End Hospital for Nervous Diseases. The dear old Tavi began on rotten foundations back in 1920 and many of the crazed analysts who featured in previous posts passed through there. There was a problem from the outset with the Tavi concealing the abuse of children or less powerful people by more powerful people, some of whom were personally known and on good terms with the Tavi. Stella will have had a sound training in discredited psychoanalytic theory and victim blaming, just like Gwynne and Dafydd were still relying on decades later.

The Pioneering Woman Stella Churchill took a strong interest in infertility, STDs and was a member of the Eugenics Society, serving on its Committee from 1931.

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Stella Churchill opened the first local child welfare clinic at Strand on the Green School.

Stella wrote many books on maternity and child welfare, including the 1925 volume ‘The Hygiene of Life and Safer Motherhood’, Edited by Sir W. Arbothnot Lane, Sir William Wilcox, Sir R. Armstrong-Jones, Sir B. Bruce-Porter, Dr E. Sloan Chesser, Dr Stella Churchill, Dr Caleb W. Saleeby et al.

Sir R. Armstrong-Jones was a Welsh psychiatrist and the grandfather of Lord Snowdon, who married Ma’am Darling. R. Armstrong-Jones was the son of a Congregationalist Minister from Caernarfonshire. Armstrong-Jones went to school in Porthmadog and Wrexham, then studied at UCNW and at Bart’s. He married Margaret, the daughter of Sir Owen Roberts (O.M. Roberts), an educationalist from near Bala. See previous posts.

Sir R. Armstrong-Jones’s grandson Tony, Lord Snowdon, enjoyed himself with recreational chemicals and sex workers of both genders, being bisexual. See previous posts. Ma’am Darling’s Top Doctors were Ann and Peter Dally, who were known to be flogging class A drugs and helpful Court reports to anyone rich enough to afford their services. See post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’. Ann Dally’s drug dealing was facilitated by the corrupt Home Office Drug’s Branch mandarin Bing Spear, who was providing the same assistance to Dafydd. In his old age, Lord Snowdon was one of the bedfellows of Marjorie Wallace, who became a mental health campaigner and established the charidee SANE when it was clear that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was earmarked for closure. Marjorie’s campaigning message was that nutters needed to be kept locked up and furthermore they wanted to be. I wrote to Marjorie in 1988 and gave her a full account of Dafydd’s crimes. Marjorie did not reply. See post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’. Lord Snowdon’s family seat was near Caernarfon and he used to pop up to north Wales.

 

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From 1925-32 Stella Churchill represented South East Southwark on the London County Council. She was Parliamentary Labour Candidate for Hackney North in 1924 and for Brentford and Chiswick in 1929.

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This crooked lawyer, Labour MP and best mate of George Thomas was also influenced by Dr Stella and psychoanalytic theory:
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There were many other Pioneering Wimmin who trained at the London School of Medicine for Wimmin, who no matter what Jenni Murray believes did as much damage to their female patients as many of those in possession of testicles did. In some cases they did more, because gendered conduct is a bugger like that.
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Dr Stella Churchill was married to Sidney John Alexander Churchill, often referred to as Sidney J. A. Churchill, a diplomat, art connoisseur and author. In 1880, Sid joined the Persian Telegraph Department of the Indian Civil Service, where he gained an extensive knowledge of the Persian language and of Persia. He then served as British Consul in Persia (1886–94) and was in attendance on the Shah of Persia during his visit to England in 1889. Sid followed that up with postings as Consul in Surinam and French Guiana (1894), Palermo (1898–1909) and Naples (1909–12); then as Consul-General in Naples (1912–18) and Lisbon (1918–21). In 1901, Sid was entrusted with the last message from Queen Victoria to Prince Philippe, Duke of Orleans. Sid died aged 59 in 1921, in Levallois-Perret on his way to England.
Sir Sid certainly did well for someone married to a Lady Doctor who was Helping The Poor. He was a collector of Renaissance and Oriental manuscripts and of jewels, bronzes, pictures and other antiques while in Persia and Italy. After his death Sir Sid’s extensive personal collections were auctioned at Sotheby’s, who advertised ‘The extensive and interesting collection of continental & Near Eastern works of art, textiles & embroideries, Italian and Sicilian objects of vertu, knives, forks, spoons, silver and enamels and the valuable and well-known collection of peasant jewellery, the property of the late Sidney J. A. Churchill, Esq’.

From 1880–94, Sid collected Persian, Arabic, Turkish and Hebrew manuscripts for the British Museum (Vol. IV of their Persian Catalogue of Manuscripts is almost entirely devoted to the ‘Churchill Manuscripts’); collected art objects in Persia for the Victoria and Albert Museum under Gen. Sir R. M. Smith and also researched the history of gold and silver work in Italy, especially the Two Sicilies. His Lady Doctor wife spent her life working in the Third Sicily with others who were Helping The Poor.

Sir Sidney wrote many books, particularly on Italian goldsmiths, in both English and Italian. He also had letters relating to artistic matters published in ‘The Burlington Magazine’. 

Sidney and Stella had a son George and their daughter was the archeologist Ruth Plant, 1912-88, who studied at the Architectural Association School of Architecture. Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, Bertrand Russell’s friend (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’) who owned the Brondanw estate at Llanfrothen/Croesor and who’s many posh friends with second homes on Clough’s estate knew about Dafydd and Gwynne and who sometimes made use of their services (see previous posts), studied at the AASA, but years before Ruth. Clough will have known Ruth though, as a well-known architect who had a practice in London during Ruth’s years as a young architect.

 

Audrey’s Ruth Briggs’s oldest son is Toby Churchill (born 29 June 1947), a disabled entrepreneur. Toby founded a company manufacturing communication aids for people who cannot speak. He was born in Cambridge, where he has lived for all of his life and educated at the Perse School, Cambridge and the University of Bath. In 1968, aged 21, Toby became disabled and lost his speech after contracting  encephalitis. Dissatisfied with the rudimentary communication aids then available for people who cannot speak, he designed the first Lightwriter for his own use and, after meeting other people with similar needs, started to manufacture them. Toby set up Toby Churchill Limited in 1973 to manufacture portable text-based communication aids. The company won a number of awards including a British Design Award in 1969, a DTI Languages for Export Award in 1996 and the Queen’s Award for Export in 1995 and 1996.

Soon after partially recovering from his disabilities Toby designed an adapted car for his own use, able to be controlled entirely by his left hand.

Toby’s inventions appeared four times on BBC’s ‘Tomorrow’s World’ during the 1970s. He also set up a wine importing business, a property rental business in France, a super car rental business and was consulted by Cambridge City Council over the design of a public toilet. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts.

Toby’s inventions sound brilliant and I am glad that he has benefited from them, but as with all the media stories that the Top Doctors are currently putting out with regard to us now being in an era of ‘personalised medicine’ with drugs which are ‘tailored to the patient’s DNA’, I haven’t seen any evidence of these innovations and advances trickling down to the mass of the population. Most of the disabled people whom I have encountered are living restricted lives and are worried sick about their benefits being withdrawn, if indeed that has not already happened. There are cases in the UK of physically disabled people being moved into care homes against their wishes because the local authority has refused to pay for the home carers that they need. Other disabled people are giving up jobs that they enjoy because the payments for their assistants have been withdrawn. I don’t see any people whizzing along on the sort of scooter that Stephen Hawking had or driving a Tobyesque car which can be controlled by one hand. But then I’m not a relative of Anne Atkins’ who lives in Cambridge. Before the Top Docs put out anymore PR pieces about smart drugs that interact with one’s DNA, perhaps they’d like to stop the Top Docs in north Wales from exterminating vulnerable people and alert the nation to the fact that the only human contact that some severely disabled people have is the carer who comes in four times a day for half and hour to do the basics at top speed. And if I know anything about Ysbyty Gwynedd, the Angels will still be incapable of getting a bedpan to an elderly patient who’s on the other side of the ward.

 

Here are a few extras to consider in the light of the information provided in this post so far.

Cambridge University features very heavily among the Atkins’ family and the extended network who were concealing some terrible things while adopting a superior grandiose position. Some of those involved were at Cambridge, or knew people who were, in the late 1920s and 30s. There is also mention of art connoisseurs and Cultured people of noble birth who rub noses with Royalty. It’s all rather Sir Anthony Blunt, who as well as being a Trinity College graduate, a distant relative of Lilibet, cluttering up Buck House and spying for the Ruskies, was also an old Queen who was a member of the elite paedophile ring based at the Kincora Boys’ Home in Belfast which had links with Dafydd’s gang. Blunt was famously one of the Cambridge spy ring who were members of the Cambridge Apostles. Most of the Apostles came from Trinity College or King’s College.

Rab, Master of Trinity. The extent of his fuckwittery and wilful ignoring of something terrible growing and growing in an endemically corrupt Home Office, criminal justice and mental health system may be read in my post ‘Rab, High Table And The Founding Fathers’.

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There has always been a great deal of fuzziness as to how many Cambridge spies there were; being spies, they couldn’t be believed, so who knows how many there were, but what is certain is that Trinity College and King’s College bred British agents and double agents at that and they will have recruited future generations of agents from younger students.

I know of two definite links to Wales: Goronwy Rees, the Principal of Aberystwyth University, 1953-56, worked for MI5, was a good friend of Guy Burgess and came under suspicion of being a KGB agent. Goronwy’s father was a Calvinist Methodist Minister at Aberystwyth, although they moved to Cardiff when Goronwy was a boy. Goronwy lived in Aberystwyth in his final years. See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’. Goronwy’s brother was Ronnie Waterhouse’s pal, the High Court judge Geraint Rees. Eric Hobsbawm was an Apostle when he was at King’s College, Cambridge. Eric was one of those who knew Sir Clough and had a second home at Croesor.

Eric’s daughter Julia has spent her life doing ridiculous things like running PR companies and being a Professor of Networking at the LSE. Julia Hobsbawm hit the big time with her PR company Hobsbawm Macaulay in the early 1990s. The Macaulay bit of Hobsbawm Macaulay was Sarah Macaulay, who later became Sarah Brown when she married Gordon, as in Gordon the PM who was up to his neck in undermining Merfyn Jones and destabilising Bangor University. Gordon was mates with the dreadful Lord Jack McConnell, who was at Stirling University with my best friend from school, pursued her, was rejected in favour of the man whom my friend later married and from then on wily old Jack used his knowledge of what was happening to me in north Wales to freeze my friends out of polite company, trample on them while they were under attack from gangsters and climb to the top of Scottish politics, becoming FM in 2001, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published. See previous posts, including ‘The Turn Of The Screw’.

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Never mind the grief that I’ve been put through Gordon, what about all the patients whom the Top Docs allowed to die when Merfyn was Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, in order to force his resignation?


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I was watching some old clips of Kilroy yesterday, searching for the clips of Dafydd when he made guest appearances on there in the 1990s, when the gwerin sent up a distress flare and guess what I found? I found a clip with Julia Hobsbawm on Kilroy! Annabel Heseltine was on the same clip. Julia and Annabel were both sporting angry red lipstick – warning plumage – and were very angry with Max Clifford, who was also on the show, because Max had laid a sting and outed Jerry Hayes, the Tory MP for Harlow, as having clandestine liaisons with men/boys. Annabel shrieked that Max had ruined a good man’s career and Julia told Max that PR was not about sleaze and deception, PR was, would you believe ethical. Really Julia??? The clip was from a Kilroy show in Jan 1997. The beginning of the year in which Waterhouse would listen to the horrific tales of life in the north Wales children’s homes and denounce it all as a pack of lies, the year that Dafydd’s gang were beavering away behind the scenes trying to get me incarcerated in Broadmoor with Jimmy Savile.

Max defended himself by saying that he had outed a Tory hypocrite because he was supporting Labour being so very angry ‘about what the Tories had done to the NHS’.

Max later went to prison for serial sexual assaults. Annabel’s dad repeatedly used his knowledge of the Westminster Paedophile Ring and what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd’s gang to try and become PM. And as for Sarah – er, didn’t she know a man who was soon to be the Labour Gov’ts Chancellor of the Exchequer at the time?

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Would Sarah Jane Brown a ‘British campaigner for global health and education, founder and President of the children’s charity Theirworld, the Executive Chair of the Global Business Coalition for Education and the co-founder of A World at School’ like to tell us whether all those NHS deaths were worth it?

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In 2008 Sarah became the global patron for the White Ribbon Alliance for Safe Motherhood. You dumb bitch Sarah, you lost your own child, so you made sure that the lethal maternity services in north Wales, in Shropshire, in Morecombe Bay and elsewhere continued to kill mothers and babies so that your husband could have a job that he wasn’t very good at. Oh and my friend’s baby died as well. Not because like your Jennifer there were serious problems, but because she was my best friend, she was a witness and the Top Docs killed her baby out of criminal neglect to send out a message, just as they did when they found that there was nothing that they could do for Merfyn’s wife when your husband had just become PM…

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Hey Dafydd, all you need is a bit of red lipstick and you’ll be on the Woman’s Hour Power List too!

 

Gwilym Williams, graduate of Jesus College, Oxford and the Bishop of Bangor, 1957-82 and Archbishop of Wales, 1971-82, was one of those complicit with Dafydd and the gang who used his knowledge of Dafydd et al procuring children for Tories such as Sir Peter Morrison and Norman St John-Stevas to overcome Willie Whitelaw’s and Thatch’s resistance to establishing S4C. The succeeding Bishop of Bangor, Cledan Mears, was also a big mate of Dafydd’s. See previous posts.

Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Chester were linked with the gang at Cambridge. In 1997 – the year of the Kilroy clip! – there was a big paedophile trial at Chester Crown Court. The presiding judge was Dafydd’s mate, the corrupt Huw Daniel, graduate of Jesus College, Oxford himself. The police asked Daniel not to lift the order concealing the identity of a small number of defendants, because it would jeopardise a forthcoming trial of Mr Bigs. Huw ignored the police’s request and lifted the order, thus sabotaging the trial. The trial of one man went ahead, Keith Laverack. Laverack was the former Director of Cambridgeshire Social Services. He had worked in children’s homes in Cheshire during the 1970s and then in Cambridgeshire. Laverack was found guilty and Daniel made a rousing speech which must have had a few creeps masturbating in the aisles, waxing lyrical about Laverack’s ‘perverted lusts’. The no nonsense judge received a round of applause from the gallery. The Big Boys got away. See previous posts. Should Laverack have ever wanted to become a supergrass and name the Big Boys, he wouldn’t have been much use, because the defence would have squealed loudly about him being a convicted sex offender who couldn’t be believed.

Huw Daniel was one of the barristers working in Chester and Wales during the 1970s and 80s who concealed the abuse of the children for which he jailed Laverack years later.

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Professor Fergus Lowe, who overthrew Dafydd’s influence in the Dept of Psychology in the late 1980s and built his own empire which was just as toxic, as well as desperately forging links with US universities, also worked very hard at partnering with Cambridge University academics ie. people like Simon Baron Cohen, who in turn had worked with some very questionable people themselves (see previous posts). The Ground Breaking Work at Bangor on dyslexia by Prof Tim Miles was carried out on children on Anglesey in the 1960s. Er, yes. When Lucille was Children’s Officer on Anglesey and Dafydd had just finished his ‘research’ on incest  on the island.

In terms of Anne Atkins’ cousin arriving in a very Welsh part of Wales to run a small private school when he and his wife were very hostile to the Welsh language and were very rude about Wales and Welsh people, the Porters stated that they took Hillgrove over in 1975. Which was the year that the Leo Abse-inspired Children Act arrived on the statute books and opened the floodgates for Dafydd and the gang, as hundreds of children were removed from their families and sent to live with the paedophile gang. The sort of children that ended up in the hands of Dafydd and John Allen were not the sort of children who went to Hillgrove. If any readers know why Anne’s network took root in Bangor in 1975, please do let me know.

I was not the only teacher unlawfully forced out of my job at Hillgrove; another teacher was as well, at exactly the same time as me. I was very friendly with her and we always used to go for a coffee after school. Those we know and love knew that we were friends. She was in a very violent marriage and every time that she threatened to leave her husband he’d tell her that if she did, he would tell Hillgrove School that she was a ‘drug addict’ and get her the sack. The only drugs that she was addicted to were benzodiazepines that her GP had prescribed in order to help her cope with the maniac whom she was living with. When Fearns came after me, Hillgrove School received a phone call from my friend’s husband informing them that she had a ‘drug problem’. The ‘diagnosis’ was backed up by a letter from a Top Doctor who had prescribed the drugs… My friend lived in Llandudno. Another part of Dafydd’s empire. I was told about a year later that my friend did leave her husband once she lost her job at Hillgrove because she had nothing to tie her to north west Wales anymore. She ended up homeless as the toe rag of an ex-husband caused problems everywhere that she went.

Perhaps Anne Atkins is thinking of a donation to St Martin-in-the-Fields this Christmas for their homelessness work? It’s a Christmas tradition, then when normal programmes resume, everyone goes back to ignoring the homeless once more or blaming them for not having somewhere to live.

 

Now for a little bit of background about Bangor Normal College, the teacher training college which merged with Bangor University in 1996, which if anything was an even bigger stronghold of the paedophiles’ friends than UCNW/Bangor University and Aberystwyth Universities.

The Normal College Y Coleg Normal was an independent teacher training college, founded in 1858. It was created through the efforts of the British and Foreign School Society and through Sir Hugh Owen and was funded by £11,000 raised through subscription and £2,000 of Government money. Sir Hugh Owen (14 January 1804 – 20 November 1881) was the main founder of Aberystwyth University. Hugh Owen was born on Anglesey and moved to London at the age of 21 to work as a solicitor’s clerk. He went to work for the Poor Law Commission in 1836, eventually becoming its Chief Clerk in 1853.

Owen became involved in the British and Foreign School Society in London and in 1843 published an open letter to the people of Wales, advocating the need to establish British and Foreign schools in Wales. As a Nonconformist, Owen supported the idea of non-denominational day schools. In 1843 he was instrumental in the appointing of an agent for the British and Foreign schools Society in North Wales and then in South Wales at a later date.

In 1846 Owen became honorary Secretary of the Cambrian Educational Society and published another letter advocating the establishment of schools in Wales. His campaign led to the establishment of a number of schools, but highlighted another problem: a shortage of trained teachers. In 1856 Owen was one of the founder member of a movement to establish the Normal College at Bangor for teacher training. His vision included another teacher training college in South Wales, one specifically for women in Swansea and a university for Wales. In 1863 a committee was formed to raise the funds to establish a University for Wales in Aberystwyth. By 1872, the University opened. It was not financially stable and Hugh Owen retired in order to raise funds, to clear the debt, and secure the future of the University.

Owen was briefly a member of the London School Board, elected to fill a casual vacancy in April 1872. He stood down at the November 1873 school board elections.

Owen saw the need to improve the education in intermediate schools, so that there were suitably qualified entrants for the new University. At the National Eisteddfod in Caernarfon in 1880, he read a paper to members of the Society of Cymmrodorion on Intermediate Education in Ireland and Secondary Education in Wales. This eventually led to the passing of the Welsh Intermediate Education Act of 1889.

I mentioned earlier in this post and I have discussed in previous posts the background of Professor Gareth Roberts who served as Principal of the Normal College, until it merged with Bangor University, when Professor Roberts then became a senior member of staff in the School of Education. Gareth Roberts was formerly an adviser for Gwynedd Education Authority when the paedophile gang was operating via the social services, the NHS and the educations services. Gareth Roberts must have noticed what I always noticed and what I have been told constantly by a whole variety of people of different generations and backgrounds ie. that many schools in north Wales served able kids from stable backgrounds very well and the kids achieved impressive things, but swathes of kids with difficulties were just abandoned. They were the kids who were usually the ones being targeted by the gang. Friar’s School in Bangor seems to have run a distinct two-tier system. The paedophiles’ friends who worked as lecturers, teachers, social workers, Top Docs, public services managers, police officers, Angels etc sent their children there and they followed in their parents’ footsteps and formed the local elite of the next generation. Then there were kids from the Maesgeirchan estate, including those who were in the clutches of the gang, who were just thrown away. I know of one man now in his 40s who dad went to prison, his mum upped and left and the kids just lived in the house by themselves with the older teenagers of them family looking after them. They never went to school again and Friar’s didn’t even ask where they had gone. I know of another girl who was being abused who started playing truant and I was told ‘Friars don’t give a bugger, they don’t want her there’. She didn’t go to school after she was 15. Some of these kids were difficult – although not all of them – but there was a complete abdication of responsibility. Schools advisers and inspectors knew this was happening but didn’t enquire further. That is how people can claim to have had no knowledge of a vicious trafficking gang.

I also heard a lot of stories from men who are now over the age of about 40 who described quite severe physical punishment in schools in Gwynedd, of the sort that had died out in most other parts of Wales and England. The official accounts of life in the children’s homes in north Wales and the schools attached to the homes often mention that ‘there was a cane in the Head’s office, but it was only used sparingly’. These were kids who were being kicked, beaten, seriously physically injured, gang raped, sold for sex and used for child porn. Don’t tell me that the cane was used sparingly.

Menai Williams was the Deputy Principal of the Normal College when Gareth Roberts was the Principal. Menai worked at the Normal College for many, many years, she was there as long ago as 1959 when she was a lecturer and warden of the halls. Menai was from a high profile Liberal Nonconformist family who personally knew the Lloyd Georges. Menai was involved with the UNA and when she organised a one day event on drug abuse in about 2005, Dafydd was the keynote speaker…

When the gwerin began to organise to overthrow Merfyn, the former members of staff of the Normal College were particularly enthusiastic (see previous posts).

Aled Griffiths was a Normal College lecturer as was Meri Huws. Aled aka the Buffet Slayer is a regular on this blog. His father was a Minister on Anglesey; Aled’s twin brother Huw was a grossly incompetent solicitor who used to sit in Bangor Magistrates Court in the 1980s and 90s and watch me and other people fitted up by the gang. Aled’s sister Gwenan Carrington was the Director of Gwynedd Social Services when they completely imploded and his wife Joanna was the Director of Conwy Social Services while Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd set up shop in the Conwy area. See previous posts. Meri is infamous (see previous posts), in the 1980s she worked as a community social worker on Maesgeirchan where the Ty’r Felin children’s home was located when the kids were being sold for sex at various locations including Dolphin Square (see previous posts ‘Are You Local?’).

Another ex-Normal College lecturer was Sian Ashton who was very aggressive and expected anyone in possession of ovaries to bang on about the wicked ways of Men and make lame jokes about being in need of chocolate and a massage, but Sian had a cult following because she hated Meri and there would be some impressive swearing and screaming when the two met.

My post ‘Slaves, Perfect Slaves’ discussed Dafydd Orwig, a former Normal College lecturer who was also a Gwynedd County Councillor. Dafydd Orwig played a major role in the framing of Patient F, denying him access to his child and ensuring that the child was raised by a family containing two child abusers. Dafydd Orwig liked to believe that he ruled supreme over Bethesda.

A Community Leader! They tend to act in their own best interests rather than anyone else’s. How were people told to find Dafydd Orwig’s house if they wanted to see ‘that Councillor who fixes everything?’ ‘It’s that really big newer house next to all the others in Braichmelyn’.

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Many moons ago Dafydd Orwig stood for election as a Plaid candidate. Yma O Hyd!

Dafydd Orwig was listed as a company director for Antur Dyffryn Ogwen cyf and for the WJEC. Yes, he’ll have had domain over the qualifications. WJEC was the exam board which failed to take action when John Owen, the drama teacher who abused his pupils for years in Pontypridd, had them writing explicit sex scenes for the exam. See post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’. Other pupils refused to go to the drama practical because John Owen was keen on pupils getting a bit naked when they were acting and of course he liked the romantic scenes… Rhodri Morgan’s old mam worked for the WJEC for years, so Rhodri reassured himself that there wasn’t a problem.

 

Previous posts discussed the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, who trained at the Normal College and just kept on getting caught abusing the pupils. It was OK though, Gwynedd Education Authority would re-employ him and then Ceryl would get caught again… It was alleged that Ceryl was getting away with this because of a close relative in Gwynedd County Council…

 

According to wiki, ‘renowned’ students and lecturers from the Normal College included:

Owain Owain (11 December 1929 – 19 December 1993) a Welsh novelist, short-story writer and poet. He also founded Tafod y Ddraig (The Dragon’s Tongue), which became the Welsh Language Society’s main voice from its birth in the 1960s to the present day. Meri Huws was Chairman of the Welsh Language Society when she was working as a social worker for Gwynedd.

Re Owain: ‘Having worked as a nuclear scientist in Windscale for a few years, he returned home to Wales in 1956 with his wife Eira, and settled down in Bangor to raise a family of four children, one of whom was Robin Llwyd ab Owain’. Owain Owain was a member of Mensa International and was the first secretary of the Bangor branch of the Welsh Language Society. Owain also sketched the society’s logo (a red dragon’s tongue).

Readers might remember that dear old Dafydd worked at Windscale before he realised that his true vocation was as a Top Doctor and embarked on a degree in medicine at Liverpool University (see post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’). Dafydd discovered something at Windscale that he used to wield power over people in High Places for the rest of his career. As well as the safety breaches at the plant and the cover-up by Macmillan’s Gov’t after the 1957 fire, in ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’, I explained why I believe that Dafydd also found out about other matters that the Macmillan Gov’t and indeed all subsequent Gov’ts would rather keep quiet, almost certainly matters Cliveden and related activities. Owain Owain would have been au fait with it as well.

Dafydd Iwan stated that Owain Owain ‘inspired my generation and laid down strong foundations on which the Welsh Language Society was built’. I am completely sympathetic to language campaigning, the attitude towards Welsh from some non-Welsh speakers is appalling and reflects a complete ignorance towards linguistic diversity, history and basically the rest of the world, but I have seen  Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s gang use the language repeatedly as an excuse for perpetrating the Rule Of The Gang and excluding anyone who has spilt the paedophiles’ pints. There is very obviously a great deal of cross-fertilisation between the Welsh Language Society and Dafydd’s cylch and the roots of the Welsh Language Society explain why. It was Dafydd and his mate wot established Cymdeithas. Dafydd is not a sound base on which to establish anything.

Owain’s son Robin Llwyd ab Owain (born June 1959) won the Chair at the National Eisteddfod in 1992 at Mold. In 2013, Robin was appointed Wikimedia UK’s first Wales Manager. His poems have been read on television by actor Rhys Ifans, who since he was young, has been a friend of Gruff Rhys from the Super Furries. Gruff Rhys is the son of Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when the paedophile gang was doing its worst in Gwynedd’s children’s homes. A great many of the Young Welsh Talent which suddenly emerged amidst much hype during the years of the Waterhouse Inquiry had parents of friends who’s parents were directly involved in facilitating Dafydd and his network (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

Owain has written for television and radio. As well as writing poetry, Owain has also written and published over 100 songs including a number which have been sung by Bryn Terfel: ‘Brenin y Ser‘ (‘The King of The Stars’) and ‘Pedair Oed‘ (‘Four Years Old’) which is sung by Rhys Meirion.

On 1 July 2013, Owain was appointed the first Wales Manager by Wikimedia UK. His role aims to expand Wicipedia Cymraeg (Welsh Wikipedia) and the English Wikipedia’s coverage of Welsh topics. As part of this programme, the Welsh Assembly contributed financially to the training of new editors. In relation to Owain’s appointment, Jon Davies, Chief Executive of Wikimedia UK, said: “Robin’s appointment as our Wales Manager is a vital part of our outreach strategy. Wicipedia Cymraeg is the world’s most popular Welsh language website and we are proud to support the Welsh language.”

Owain had previously worked as a head teacher for over 13 years, but I don’t know at which school. Wherever he worked, Owain will have know something about the gang, you couldn’t miss them. From 2000-08 Robin ran a software company (Cyfrifiaduron Sycharth).

 

Ryan Davies (22 January 1937 — 22 April 1977) was a popular Welsh entertainer of the 1960s and 1970s. He was born in the Carmarthenshire village of Glanamman, was educated in Bangor and at the Central School of Speech and Drama. Ryan Davies’s first professional appearance was in the National Eisteddfod in Aberavon in 1966. He was quickly recognised by BBC Wales. Davies made his name on Welsh language TV shows such as the sitcom Fo a Fe. The Head of Light Entertainment, Meredydd Edwards, brought together Ryan with Ronnie Williams as a double act and the pair had immediate success, first in their Welsh-language television show Ryan a Ronnie, which also launched them onto the concert and cabaret circuit across Wales.

Performing with Margaret Williams in 1967

Ryan and Ronnie’s show went down so well that it was moved to BBC 1 and broadcast in English, winning them a much wider audience and three series were shown between 1971 and 1973. Ryan and Ronnie were the first comedians ever to make TV series in Welsh and English and were considered to be the Welsh answer to Eric n Ernie.

Ryan Davies had a simultaneous solo career as a singer, pianist and songwriter and starred as “2nd Voice” in the 1972 film ‘Under Milk Wood’ with Richard Burton. Ryan’s song “Pan Fo’r Nos yn Hir” has been recorded by other performers, including Rhydian Roberts on his 2011 album Welsh Songs: Caneuon Cymraeg and the Whitland Male Voice Choir on their centenary album “A Hundred Years of Song”.

In 1975, the duo split, the official reason being Ronnie’s ill-health. However, it was Ryan who, in 1977, died suddenly of an asthma attack while visiting friends in New York.

Ryan married his childhood sweetheart Irene and they had two children, Bethan and Arwyn; Arwyn has been an actor in the Welsh TV serial Popol y Cwm since 1993.

John Lasarus Williams (29 October 1924 – 15 June 2004), known as John L, worked at Bangor Normal as a lecturer and stood for election as the Plaid candidate for Anglesey on two on occasions (see post ‘How Much Greater Is A Man Than A Sheep?’). Williams was born in Llangoed on Anglesey but lived most of his life in nearby Llanfairpwll. In his youth, John L was a keen footballer and he also worked as a teacher. His activism started when he campaigned against the refusal of Brewer Spinks, an employer in Blaenau Ffestiniog, to permit his staff to speak Welsh. This inspired John L to become a founder of Undeb y Gymraeg Fyw and through this organisation he was the main organiser of Sioe Gymraeg y Borth (the Welsh show for Menai Bridge).

Williams was a long-serving Gwynedd County Councillor. 

 

Selwyn Griffith (1928 – 10 August 2011) was a Welsh language poet and the Archdruid of the National Eisteddfod, known by the bardic name Selwyn Iolen. Selwyn Iolen was born in Bethel, near Caernarfon in 1928 and lived in the area throughout his life. He was educated at Bethel Primary School and Ysgol Syr Hugh Owen, Caernarfon.

Griffith worked as a local government officer for Gwyrfai Rural District Council for 18 years before pursuing a teacher training course at Bangor Normal College. He went on to teach in Ysgol Cadnant Conwy, Ysgol Penybryn Bethesda, Ysgol Llanberis, Ysgol Dolbadarn and as Headteacher of Rhiwlas Primary School.

Selwyn Iolen was elected a member of the Gorsedd in 1973, along with all the other mates of Dafydd’s who were members. Selwyn won the Dyffryn Conwy National Eisteddfod Crown in 1989 and served as Archdruid between 2005 and 2008, he also officiated as Archdruid at the 2009 Eisteddfod due to the illness of Archdruid Dic Jones.

 

Hafina Clwyd (1 July 1936 – 14 March 2011) had a weekly column in ‘The Western Mail’. Mair Hafina Clwyd Jones was raised on a farm at Llandyrnog, about three miles away from Denbigh. She will have known what was going on inside the North Wales Hospital. Hafina’s family were Welsh speakers and she undertook teacher training at Bangor Normal. Clwyd moved to London at age 21, to work as a teacher. There she co-founded a Welsh literary club, and was an officer of the Honourable Society of Cymmrodorion. 

After returning to Wales in the late 1970s, Hafina edited a community newspaper in Ruthin (Y Bedol) and a national weekly newspaper, Y Faner. She was on the Ruthin Town Council from 1999 until the year she died, and served a term as Mayor of Ruthin (2008–2009). She was recognised with an honorary fellowship at Bangor University in 2005, “for services to journalism.” Don’t mention the paedophile ring, even if you live just down the road from the dungeon where the victims are incarcerated.

Clwyd published eleven books, mainly essay collections, including Clichau yn y Glaw (1973), Defaid yn Chwerthin (1980), Clust y Wenci (1997) and Prynu Lein Ddillad (2009). Her works also included an edition of her own diaries from young womanhood, Buwch ar y Lein (1987), an autobiography, Merch Morfydd (1987), and a local history, Pobol sy’n Cyfri (2001). She also edited Welsh Family History: A Guide to ResearchHer last book, Mynd i’r Gwrych: Dyddiaduron, 1993–1999 (2011) was published posthumously.

The running themes were probably ‘we didn’t know’ and ‘only one died’.

Clwyd’s first husband was Andrew Hawks and she her second husband, fellow teacher Clifford Coppack, in 1971. Whether he is any relation to Caroline Coppock – who may actually have been Caroline Coppock – I don’t know. Clwyd was widowed in 1997. Hafina Clwyd died in 2011, age 74.

Other obituaries provide further information:

Hafina Clwyd (Jones)…the eldest of four children…She was educated at Ysgol Gwyddelwern, Bala Girls’ Grammar School and Ysgol Brynhyfryd, Ruthin. She trained as a teacher at the Normal College, Bangor and, in 1957, went to teach in London, eventually becoming head of department in a comprehensive school. For a while she led a bohemian way of life with gusto. She was a strong feminist, amongst many things she supported was the campaign for legalised abortion after the death of her flatmate in the hands of a back-street abortionist.

Hafina kept remarkably silent about the Top Docs of north Wales who organised to ensure that women in the region couldn’t access NHS abortions even years after abortion was legalised, thus forcing women into the hands of the ‘private abortionist’ in Chester who was putting their lives at risk. The other alternative was checking into Hotel Dafydd at Denbigh where one’s baby would magically disappear… See previous posts. Shouldn’t a feminist have said something about the trafficking ring which Dafydd was running? Oops, forgot, none of the strong feminists said a word did they, not one of them; and they were very cross when I mentioned it as well.

She worked as a secretary for Plaid Cymru MPs for a while. She married a pathologist called Andy Hawks in 1965 – a Top Doc! She definitely wasn’t going to mention the words Dafydd and Gwynne –  but she fell in love with Cliff Coppack, a widower with two children, whom she married in London in 1971. She returned to the Vale of Clwyd on 1st January 1980 and settled in Ruthin. 

Mary Wynch was embarking on legal action against Dafydd and the gang in 1980. Hafina the Strong Feminist and Journalist wasn’t tempted to cover the story then..

She was editor of Welsh Family History: A Guide to Research and also gave significant support to the joint authors of a substantial volume on the history of the Ruthin rugby team.

Whole families were destroyed by Dafydd and Gwynne… Hafina should have encouraged a volume about Wrexham Rugby Club. It was used as a recruiting ground for staff of Bryn Estyn who then abused the boys.

She became a member of the Gorsedd in 1960, receiving the white robe in 1992. She was made an honorary Fellow of Bangor University in 2005. She was also a member of the Welsh Academy.

She was a committed journalist. Catrin Stevens commented that she was ‘among the most enduring champions of the Welsh language press’.

Not mentioning the paedophile gang at any time throughout the endurance.

She wrote a regular column for Y Faner from 1962 to 1986 when she became editor of that remarkable weekly journal until its demise in 1992 and she was forthright in expressing her views on the decision to kill it.

Hafina will have known Kate Roberts, the Welsh novelist who grew up in what was then Gwynedd, married a man who was widely alleged to have been gay and moved to Denbigh, where Kate and her husband ran a small publishing house, publishing among other things, Y Faner, to which Kate contributed regularly. Kate was a Plaid activist and trained and worked as a teacher; Kate Roberts was someone else who knew Dafydd and managed to ignore the abuse ring that he ran under her nose. During the Waterhouse Inquiry and just after the publication of the Waterhouse Report, someone realised that Kate was even more of a genius than had previously been realised and the publishers that she and her husband had owned – they were both dead by then – republished all her novels, in order that Wales could enjoy its Woman Literary Genius who knew a great many people who were involved with Dafydd’s gang. See post ‘Feet In Chains’.

Kate Roberts – Brenhines ein Llên (The Queen of our Literature)
Kate Roberts

The Queen’s Friend: 

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She wrote a weekly column for the Western Mail and continued to contribute until a few weeks before her death from cancer. She also wrote weekly the radio column for Y Cymro. Readers of Y Wawr were treated to a regular and rich diet of her diaries. She also contributed to Yr Enfys and the Transactions of the Historical Societies of Denbighshire and Meirionethshire. From 1983 to 1988, she was editor of Y Bedol, the Welsh-language community newspaper of Ruthin and its surrounding areas and then she became an advisory editor until her death. 

Don’t mention the paedophile gang in any of these outlets either.

She served in many organizations, councils and societies, with remarkable energy. In London, during the golden age of Welsh culture in the city, she was active with the Drama Society, Clwb y Cymry, Aelwyd yr Urdd, Denbighshire Society, Y Cymmrodorion and the Book Club (which led to the establishment of the Welsh Books Council).

A paid-up member of the gwerin in London. Hafina will have known Dafydd’s mate Sir William Mars-Jones, from a farming family in Denbighshire but who made it big as a High Court judge in London. The Welsh Books Council has a full complement of paedophiles’ friends (see previous post).

When she came to Ruthin and to the heart of Welsh life, she threw herself into it. In addition to her major and longstanding contribution to Y Bedol, she was a member of the local Cylch Darllen, chair of Denbighshire Historical Society and secretary of the Ruthin Local History group. She established the Clwyd Family History Society. She was a link between the University in Bangor and extramural history classes in the town. She was also an active supporter of Ruthin Civic Society.

Just don’t mention that gang of paedophiles…

She supported Plaid Cymru for many years but turned to the Liberals, her husband, Cliff Coppack’s party, after she received an anonymous and disparaging letter from an alleged Plaid member.

Someone got fed up of Hafina, so she defected to Dr Death’s side. Well Dr Death did know Dafydd et al, so Hafina could have found herself at home in the Liberals – Lib Dems. David Steel was a Presbytarian and spent years dismissing Cyril Smith’s activities as Cyril having only ‘spanked a few bare bottoms’. Well if it’s no big deal David, perhaps you should have volunteered for regular bare buttocks spanking a la Cyril and of course Dafydd, wearing as ever, his baby doll nightie with nae panties…

 

She was a longstanding town councillor and was mayor of Ruthin in 2008-9 when she also opened the new Craft Centre. For fifteen years she was one of the Centre’s team and took enormous pleasure in its work. 

She lectured to many societies over the years, especially on tracing ancestry and family history. She had taught scripture early in her career but, during her time in London, she abandoned the faith of her childhood and became a Humanist.

Hafina had a change of heart then, as with defecting from Plaid to Dr Death. Again, she will have been in good company, previous posts have mentioned many of Dafydd’s web who were/are humanists.

 

In 2011, Dr Tudor Ellis, a former lecturer at the Normal College published a hagiography of the Normal College and those within, ‘Bywyd Normal’ (‘Normal Life’). 2011. The year after Brown and I began researching the recent history of Croesor and the year that Operation Pallial reopened the criminal investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Might these things have been related?

Tudor Ellis’s book mentions a few more famous names who studied at the Normal College, including: Windsor Davies (star of ‘It Ain’t Half Racist Mum’) (see previous posts); Lord Barry Jones, the teacher and Flintshire NUT leader which will have been very useful when people began bellyaching about that non-existent paedophile gang, many of their non-existent crimes being committed in Flintshire, who then became the Labour MP for Alyn and Deeside, Shadow Secretary of State for Wales under the Windbag – just when I and my mates were all having our lives ruined by the gang – and ended up a Lord and Chancellor of Glyndwr University (see previous posts eg. ‘The Bay Of Pigs Invasion’); and John McBryde, ‘father of the Rugby international, Robin’.

It’s OK, we’ve got the message – ‘We’re The Paedophiles’ Friends, You Can’t Get Us’.

 

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Anne Atkins has a brother, yet another member of the family with incredible talents and numerous links to those we know and love. (George) Andrew Davidson Briggs (born 1950) is Professor of Nanomaterials at the University of Oxford. He was born in Dorchester and educated at the Leys School, when Trumpers’ husband was the Head. Andrew Briggs studied physics at St Catherine’s College, Oxford, 1968-1971. So like Mandelson, who studied at St Catherine’s, Oxford, 1973-76, Andrew Briggs will have come under the influence of Alan Bullock who recruited students for the security services. See post ‘A Study In Tyranny’.

Briggs undertook his PhD at the Cavendish Laboratory, 1973-76 and then studied Theology at Ridley Hall and Queen’s College, Cambridge, 1976-79.

After finishing his first degree, Andrew Briggs taught Physics and Religious Education at Canford School, Dorset, 1971-73. After working as a researcher at Cambridge during 1979, in 1980 Briggs moved to Oxford as a Research Fellow and then Lecturer in Physics at St Catherine’s College. In 1999 Briggs was given a Chair at Oxford. In 2002 he was elected to the newly created Chair of Nanomaterials at the University of Oxford. From 2002-2009 Briggs was Director of the Quantum Information Processing Interdisciplinary Research Collaboration and EPSRC Professorial Research Fellow.

Since 2010 Andrew Briggs has also been responsible for the preparation and evaluation of grant proposals to Templeton World Charity Foundation, a philanthropic foundation for discoveries relating to the ‘Big Questions’. The Templeton is an odd foundation; it offers very, very big grants to academics who do indeed want to answer the Big Questions and the Templeton Foundation states that they want academics to approach questions of spirituality with science. The Templeton Foundation was founded by John Templeton, a banker who acquired a great deal of money from somewhere.

In 2010, Brown, I and a team from Bangor submitted a bid to the Templeton Foundation. We had a big interdisciplinary team, including social scientists, a psychoanalyst, health care specialists, theologians, the lot. No, we didn’t get shortlisted, but we didn’t think much about it; we just presumed that the Templeton only wanted to fund academics coming from quite a specific theological angle, although we did wonder who the peer reviewers were. Well I know now. Mr Porter’s cousin!

When John Templeton died, his son John Templeton jr took over the Foundation. John Templeton jr -who has recently died himself – was a paediatric surgeon, precisely Chief of Paediatric Surgery at the Children’s Hospital, Philadelphia. Things are becoming clear now – Anne Atkins’ brother, Top Doctor…

John Templeton jr’s daughter Heather Templeton has now taken over the Foundation.

 

Here’s a Big Question for the Templeton Foundation. Are you aware of exactly what Andrew Briggs and his family have been complicit with? My second Big Question is: do you really think that having been wallowing in this slurry pit for his entire life Andrew Briggs is a suitable peer reviewer to assess research proposals which are concerned with matters ethical and spiritual? Even if his cousin Mr Porter is a creationist?

Thought For The Day: The Templeton Foundation – They’re With Dafydd!!

Desmond Tutu is someone who has received the Templeton Prize. He might need to return the blood money.

Andrew Briggs has initiated a large number of research projects and related activities around the world, in topics such as spiritual discovery through science, science as a component of theology, the power of information, freedom and free enterprise and character development.’

Strange but true

 

There has been criticism of the Templeton Foundation, as it has funded climate change denial. Many scholars ‘have raised concerns about the biased nature of the awards, research projects and publications backed by the Foundation’. According to Guillaume Lecointre of the French National Center for Scientific Research, the Templeton Foundation has links with fundamentalist Protestantism, is openly creationist…’ The Templeton Foundation has had links with the Discovery Institute, an American conservative and creationist think-tank…

Professor Briggs’s many awards include:

  • 1984 Fellow of Wolfson College, Oxford
  • 1992-2002 Professeur invité, Ecole Polytechnique Federale de Lausanne
  • 2002 Visiting Professor, the University of New South Wales
  • 2003 Professorial Fellow of St Anne’s College, Oxford, and Emeritus Fellow, Wolfson College, Oxford
  • 2004 Fellow of the Institute of Physics
  • 2005 Guest Professor, State Key Laboratory for Nanotechnology, Wuhan, China
  • 2011 Member Academia Europaea
  • 2013 Member International Society for Science and Religion
  • Peer Review College of the Engineering and Physical Sciences Research Council; Fellowships Committee of The Royal Commission for the Exhibition of 1851; Engineering Review Panel of the Newton International Fellowships; Board of Management of the Ian Ramsey Centre; Advisory Board of the McDonald Centre; Board of Electors to the Wilde Lectureship in Natural and Comparative Religion; Liveryman of the Worshipful Company of Clothworkers and Freeman of the City of London; Editorial Board of Science & Christian Belief; International Board of Advisors of the John Templeton Foundation.

 

Rituals Of Blood: The Consequences Of Slavery In Two American Centuries (Frontiers of Science)

 

 

Thought For The Day – We’re The Paedophiles’ Friends And You Can’t Get Us…

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Oh do piss off Atkins you judgemental old hypocrite and take your extended family of clergy and scholars surrounded by Paedophiles And Spies In High Places with you.

 

Only One Died

My post ‘On The Occasion Of The 70th Birthday Of HRH Carlo’ discussed the career of Vivian Lewis aka Lord Brecon. Lord Brecon was an unknown Councillor from rural South Wales who in 1957 was suddenly appointed to fairly high office, Minister of State for Welsh Affairs and given a peerage by Harold Macmillan. There was much confusion in London as to why this Welsh know-nothing who had arrived in London wearing, of all things, a tweed suit, had been elevated. The answer was that Lord Brecon, through contacts that he made at a very young age in the Welsh Conservatives, the Young Conservatives and elsewhere, had found out that children and vulnerable young people from Wales were being trafficked (although that word would have not been used at the time) for sex work to England, where some of them were providing sexual services to Westminster figures, the landed gentry and were even rubbing noses as well as other organs with the Royals. When he was young Lord Brecon had encountered Beata Brooke, who was a Denbighshire social worker and a key member of Dafydd’s gang, as well as Peter Walker, who served as a Cabinet Minister in both Heath’s and Thatch’s Gov’t and who as Secretary of State for Wales, June 1987-May 1990, was one of those who played a crucial part in concealing the serious criminality in north Wales.

Once Lord Brecon was given the job as Minister of State and his peerage, he became one of the inner circle of Tories who was used to conceal the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al, although when Brecon first discovered what was going on Dafydd was only just entering the business; the trafficking ring was already in place, but Dafydd greatly expanded it and took it to a pan-European level.

Lord Brecon and his wife Lady Brecon enjoyed a number of public appointments as did their friends and the cronyism and nepotism which was evident resulted in much criticism.

This blog has placed much emphasis on how the children of those who have been involved with Dafydd’s gang or concealing the crime do seem to do incredibly well for themselves even in the event of them having no obvious abilities or aptitude. Furthermore many of them find themselves in senior positions in health and welfare or they go into politics. Vivian Lewis’s family were no exception. His daughter Lindy Price had a glorious career in public life and clocked up numerous senior roles in the NHS and in penal reform, as well as in other fields.

Lindy Price died in June 1999, she waved everyone a fond farewell seven months before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Nicholas Edwards aka Lord Crickhowell, was Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Wales, May 1979-June 1987, who concealed Dafydd’s gang’s crimes and waved through the development of Cardiff Bay which involved millions of pounds of public money, then resigned as Secretary of State only to pop up not so long after as a Director of one of the companies which made a fortune from contracts developing Corruption Bay (see posts ‘Corruption Bay Special’ and ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’). Old Nick knew Lindy and wrote her obituary for The Indie:

Lindy Price may have inherited her sense of duty from her father Lord Brecon,

Is that really a genetic trait???

who was appointed Minister of State for Welsh Affairs in 1957 by Harold Macmillan after many years of service in local government. If that was so, she was to outdo even him in the breadth of her involvement in public affairs

As we shall see, Lindy was such a safe pair of hands that she popped up everywhere.

and the energy with which she pursued her very varied interests.

There was a great deal of wrongdoing to conceal when Lindy was busy in public life.

Only in her failure to fulfil a dream that she might follow him into politics was she less successful.

I haven’t found out yet why Lindy didn’t make it into the Palace Of Westminster.

After Cheltenham Ladies’ College and the University of Poitiers, and before her marriage to Leolin Price QC,

Lindy had a pretty elite education then. I will come onto Leolin Price QC shortly.

she worked at Conservative Central Office

At the heart of the cover-up.

and in the Office of the British Consulate General in New York. In the decade that followed her marriage, during which her four children were born, she found time without any neglect of her family to immerse herself in a range of activities involved with the prison service and education.

I doubt that Lindy did all the washing, cleaning, cooking and childcare herself. The Lindys of the world don’t, because the prison service and education system needs the talents of the offspring of people who concealed a vicious criminal gang, those services being full of the victims of the gang who’s crimes were concealed.

First, she became a prison visitor at Holloway (1964-74);

Holloway did not contain serious criminals, it contained severely disadvantaged women, many of whom had been abused in children’s homes or in the psychiatric system by Lindy’s dad’s mates. The prison visitor system was saturated with people like Lindy, people who were closely associated with Dafydd’s gang and their associates and who were prison visitors for one reason only ie. to keep organised abuse – which was happening on a vast scale – and other criminality on the part of professional people quiet. It doesn’t matter whether the prison visitor was Lord Longford (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’), Baroness Jean Trumpington (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’) or Lindy, that was the explanation for the presence of so many posh or well-connected ‘do-gooders’ in penal reform or prison visiting.

I have a distant relative (although I imagine that she’s dead now) who was a Posh Lady or became a Posh Lady after marrying a Liberal peer and she worked as a probation officer in the 1960s and 70s. My father used to be very rude about her and at the time I thought ‘oh father’s off again, having a go at anyone whom he perceives as being dangerously pink’, but of course my posh relative knew about Jeremy Thorpe and she’ll have known what was happening to her clients as well. She also did some rather weird things without anyone questioning it. For example one of her clients was sent to Holloway for arson, so my posh relative took this lady’s little boy in and he went to live at her place in Knightsbridge while his mum was banged up. The reason why my father was so critical was that when the little boy’s mum came out of prison, he went back to live with his mum in very difficult circumstances and my posh relative just stopped all contact with him. So an East End kid spent two years kipping in Knightsbridge and living with a member of the House of Lords and then it was ‘oh well goodbye then’ and he was returned to a very difficult life with a mum who of course had set fire to somewhere because she had serious mental health problems.

This anecdote is yet another example of the complete lack of accountability in the probation service. My posh relative wanted a toy so she got one. At that time – the early 1970s – the North Wales Probation Service were fully on board with Dafydd’s gang. Children were removed from their families and handed over to a gang of paedophiles. If the kids complained of being repeatedly sexually assaulted, they were framed for criminal offences and sent to Risley Remand Centre, even kids as young as 14 yrs, where many of them died (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Everyone in politics, in health and social care and in the legal profession knew that this was happening and no-one stopped it.

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MI5: When you had Brown, me and the rest of us under surveillance, you knew about my posh relative. I last saw her in 1982 when my grandmother died. Dafydd’s gang killed my friend Anne in 1986. There was no effort by anyone to protect us, even though you knew that we were all being targeted and that I hadn’t even tried to pull strings via my posh relatives. Furthermore I have also been given stacks of info re the bankruptcy of another relative of mine who, like my father, took the piss out of Lady Veronica and just believed that his life and business unravelled because he had a lot of bad luck. Particularly after he moved to Beddgelert in Gwynedd. No I’m not going to put details up on the blog, because he has at least one son who still lives in north Wales and frankly it seems to have been common knowledge that every relative of mine with whom I was on good terms was targeted and ruined whereas the unscrupulous ones found themselves doing very well for themselves. To use Dafydd’s phrase, there seems to have been a serious moral collapse on the part of a great many.

The Houses of Turds:

 

The site of a Serious Moral Collapse:

MI5 and MI6 Thames-side headquarters could be moved into ...

 

it was characteristic of her [Lindy] that this initial step was not to join some distant committee, but to go where real knowledge could be acquired, sometimes of the most painful kind, and where her warm and generous spirit would have the most effect. That same generous spirit led her to become a godmother to a child born in prison who was subsequently adopted.

Bloody hell, just like Veronica my posh relative. Of course Lindy et al went ‘where the real knowledge could be acquired, sometimes of the most painful kind’, Lindy needed to know exactly who knew that Sir Peter Morrison et al was holding sex parties with children, because obviously a Referral to Dafydd would be required, followed by the destruction of the careers and reputations of any professional relatives or friends of theirs. I presume that once the godmother bit had been done – ‘Your’re a very special client of mine!’ – and the baby had been adopted (against the mother’s wishes?), Lindy headed for the hills. Or Lindy might even have used her status as that child’s godmother to gain info about the child and keep tabs on the situation as the child grew up, particularly if that awkward mum started bellyaching after she came out of prison.

Can someone please tell me what Britain’s security services consider their remit to be? Brown’s dad always stressed that the British Army’s allegiance was to the Crown, not the Gov’t, which was obviously why someone killed him before the Waterhouse Report was published after his son had spilt the pints of Dafydd’s gang who were supplying kids to the brother of one of Lilibet’s Women-of-the-Bedchamber. I really would have thought that ‘national security’ would have covered a murderous paedophile gang killing senior army officers and Vice-Chancellors wives, even if it didn’t matter about the Empowered Service Users dropping like flies.

I never met the Liberal peer whom my posh relative married. He died when I was young; obviously being the country cousins, we had very little to do with the posh relatives, they just turned up in Somerset in the event of funerals and such occasions. His death got a bit of publicity because he used to ride his motorbike into the Lords and one day he was killed in a road accident on the way into the House, I think on Westminster Bridge.

Thorpe became Liberal Leader in Jan 1967. Discontent against Thorpe’s leadership was being voiced within a year of his election, culminating in June 1968 when disaffected senior party members combined with Young Liberals in an attempt to depose him. Thorpe had just married Caroline Allpass and was abroad on honeymoon when the plotters struck.

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The Liberal Party did badly in the 1970 General Election and Thorpe only just hung onto his seat in North Devon. Ted Heath secured a 30-seat majority. After the Liberals’ poor election performance Thorpe came under fire, but such criticisms were stifled when, ten days after the election, Caroline Thorpe was killed in a car crash. Caroline was not known as a reckless driver and no-one could find any obvious reason for her losing control of the car. Thorpe was heartbroken because he was devoted to the beautiful young Caroline, who was very popular in north Devon and provided a useful cover while Thorpe was having numerous casual liaisons with young men and had already discussed killing Norman Scott whom Thorpe believed presented a risk to his chances of becoming PM. Distraught at Caroline’s death, Thorpe built a monument to her memory.

The monument to Caroline on Codden Hill, Bishop’s Tawton. 

By early 1972, with Caroline’s monument erected, Thorpe was firing on all cylinders again and looking forward to being PM. Jeremy was lucky enough to find love again once that phallic symbol was up on Codden Hill and in March 1973 he married Marion, memorably immortalised by Peter Cook as ‘Mr Thrope’s wife Miriam’ who ‘has stood by him throughout this long and unnecessary ordeal’.

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Miriam was Marion Stein, Countess of Harewood, who’s previous husband was George Lascelles, 7th Earl of Harewood, son of Mary, Princess Royal; grandson of King George V; nephew of kings Edward VIII and George VI; and a cousin of Lilibet, mother of Carlo. Jeremy already had Royal connections, his proud boast was that he had shagged both Ma’am Darling and her husband, Lord Snowdon.

  • David Lloyd George, Thorpe’s earliest political hero:
Lady Megan Lloyd George, Thorpe’s godmother
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The Lord Cledwyn of Penrhos, who succeeded Lady Megan as MP for Angelesey
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Two good friends of Cledwyn: 

The Lord Kinnock
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The Baroness Kinnock of Holyhead
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My post ‘Meet The Gwerin!’ described the in-fighting between the gwerin who ran UCNW in the 1970s/early 1980s and how the gwerin reached fever pitch in 1979, which was the year that Mary Wynch was imprisoned by Dafydd, although Dafydd and the gang had gone in pursuit of Mary before then; because Mary had gone into hiding, Dafydd et al didn’t actually have her unlawfully arrested and imprisoned until 1978-79. UCNW was facilitating Dafydd’s branch of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. By 1979, the gwerin were doing everything possible to force Sir Charles Evans, the Principal of UCNW out – although Evans was made of stern stuff and did not retire until 1984 – and in 1982 the gwerin succeeded in forcing the resignation of Lord Kenyon, the President of UCNW. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas was known to be sexually abusing boys in care in north Wales.

It was in October 1975, that John Newton, who claimed to have been paid to murder Norman Scott, made a bungled attempt to shoot Scott that resulted in the killing of Scott’s dog Rinka. Newton was arrested on charges of possession of a firearm with intent to endanger life, yet the press remained muted, possibly awaiting the bigger story that they hoped would break. Their reticence ended in January 1976 when Scott, in court on a minor social security fraud charge, claimed he was being hounded because of his previous sexual relationship with Thorpe. This statement, made in court and thus protected from the libel laws, was widely reported. Over the years, Scott had made several attempts to publicise his story, but no newspapers were interested. ‘Private Eye’ decided in late 1972 that the story “was defamatory, unproveable, and above all was ten years old”. ‘Private Eye’ used to employ Sir Ronnie Waterhouse as a libel reader. Waterhouse was from a well-known Liberal family in north Wales and the Waterhouses knew the Lloyd Georges and they also knew Jeremy Thorpe.

On 16 March 1976 John Newton’s trial began at Exeter Crown Court, where Scott repeated his allegations against Thorpe despite the efforts of the prosecution’s lawyers to silence him. John Newton was found guilty and sentenced to two years’ imprisonment, but did not incriminate Thorpe. The scandal brewed and on 10 May 1976, amid rising criticism, Thorpe resigned the Party leadership. The new Liberal Leader, David Steel, made Thorpe Party spokesman on foreign affairs, with responsibility for European issues. Wilson had suddenly and unexpectedly retired as PM in April 1976 – I am fairly sure because of something related to this lot and Wilson fearing that the Westminster Paedophile Ring was going to become horribly public – and been replaced by Jim Callaghan, a friend of Lord Cledwyn and both of the Windbags. Thorpe lobbied the Gov’t hard for legislation to introduce direct elections to the European Parliament; at that time MEPs were appointed by member nations’ parliaments.

In October 1977, John Newton, released from prison, sold his story to the London ‘Evening News’. Newton’s claim that he had been paid “by a leading Liberal” to kill Scott caused a sensation and led to a police investigation. Throughout this period Thorpe endeavoured to continue his public life. In the House of Commons on 1 August 1978, when it appeared certain he would face criminal charges, Thorpe asked the Attorney-General what sum of capital possessed by an applicant would prevent him from receiving legal aid. 

On 4 August 1978, Thorpe, along with three others, was charged with conspiracy to murder Norman Scott. Thorpe was additionally charged with incitement to murder. After being released on bail, Thorpe declared his innocence and his determination to refute the charges. Although Thorpe remained North Devon’s MP he withdrew almost completely from public view. The trial, which lasted for six weeks, began on 8 May 1979 and on 22 June 1979, all four defendants were acquitted of all charges. The judge’s summing up was considered to be so biased that the wall to wall satire began. Mary Wynch was safely locked up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for the duration of the trial and it’s aftermath. But then I was unlawfully arrested and illegally imprisoned by Dafydd just before Professor Oliver Brooke appeared at Kingston-upon-Thames Crown Court charged with the possession of child porn.

When Mary’s case hit the media, Dafydd was interviewed on TV and asked what the bloody hell he thought that he was doing. Dafydd replied ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation and I was only trying to help’. When I complained about Dafydd unlawfully having me arrested and imprisoned, he explained that he had found himself in this bizarre situation and he was only trying to help. Dafydd made those comments some three years apart. The President of the BMA on both of the occasions that Dafydd found himself in a bizarre situation and could only help by unlawfully arresting and imprisoning someone was Dr John Marks and the Chairman of the GMC on both occasions was the bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne, Lord John Walton.

He just has no idea how he finds himself in these bizarre situations:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
Would the Baron and Baroness Windbag be able to shed any light on the matter? Particularly as Lord Windbag and Tony Francis, Dafydd’s colleague, knew each other from their student days in Cardiff. Tony Francis was one of those who responded to the paedophiles in distress flare in the early 1980s and took up a post as a consultant psychiatrist in north Wales, to contribute to the illusion that Things Had Changed in the north Wales mental health services.
No wonder the gwerin were scrapping like there was no tomorrow in UCNW. Furthermore Carlo had become Chancellor of UCNW in 1976, just as things began to get exciting.
As for Lindy Price:
Similarly her membership of the Parole Board for England and Wales (1969- 74) and as a co-opted member of the Inner London Probation Committee (1971- 79) could in no way be regarded as sinecures.

 

You bet that those positions won’t have been sinecures, ensuring that people kept their traps shut will have taken much time and effort and a great many insincere smiles and hugs. Dafydd’s mates were on the Parole Board as well, Robert Bluglass, Colin Berry, David Mawson, they all were given a seat (see previous posts). Lindy will have known my posh relative if Lindy was a member of the Inner London Probation Committee and my posh relative knew that I was at UCNW and that Brown was at Aston, so I’m sure that the paedophiles in distress flares were going up all over the place, particularly as I arrived at UCNW just as Mary Wynch began her litigation against Dafydd.

The shocking state of the Probation Service illuminates a mystery from my younger days. In the 1980s, ‘New Society’ used to run a column called ‘Tailgunner Parkinson’ written by an inner-London probation officer that was grossly offensive and littered with derogatory comments about his clients, particularly the female ones whom Tailgunner seemed to think would be willing to have sex with him if he had ever wanted to stoop that low. Tailgunner Parkinson was in reality Geoffrey Parkinson and I read up on him the other day. He caused great problems in the probation service but not for the right reasons.

In 1977 Geoffrey Parkinson was suspended from work when it was discovered that he was encouraging his clients who had been involved with serious crime to move into less serious crime as a sort of dose reduction therapeutic activity. After he ended up in hot water, Parkinson claimed that he’d only said this as a joke. I suspect that Parkinson was actually as corrupt as fuck and running some sort of crime empire in partnership with his clients. Parkinson seemed to engender a Dafydd-like situation, in that the service was torn apart over him, with a loyal fan club maintaining that he was a fantastic bloke who performed valuable work with a difficult group of people and other people saying that the world of probation needed to divest itself of Geoffrey Parkinson as soon as possible.

When Geoffrey Parkinson was suspended, Dafydd’s gang was doing a roaring trade and numerous children from inner London Boroughs were being sent to kids homes in north Wales and then trafficked back down again to London a few years later as sex workers.

Geoffrey Parkinson continued to write for ‘New Society’ after he was suspended from work – he was of course reinstated again – although some readers complained about him being given space to air his insults. ‘New Society’ was the magazine for social workers and in spite of the articles written by people weeping over the state of Fatcher’s Britain, many of the readers were part of the trafficking gangs which had infiltrated social work. ‘New Society’ was the preferred publication for the placing of vacancies for senior management posts in Social Services Depts and adverts for staff to work in children’s homes in north Wales also appeared in there, some of those adverts being personally placed by John Allen who by that time had already served one prison sentence for the abuse of children but had nevertheless opened the Bryn Alyn Community and gone into business with Dafydd.

Geoffrey Parkinson died in 2014. In all he worked as a probation officer for over 30 years. He was never promoted and after he was suspended he was ‘banished’ to Woolwich ‘as far away from HQ as possible’. A non-dysfunctional service would have either have got rid of Geoffrey Parkinson or put him in the middle of HQ to enable them to keep a close eye on him. But HQ were trading with Dafydd as well but probably not quite so blatantly as Geoffrey Parkinson was, so HQ certainly couldn’t have afforded to have let Parkinson near the organs of government.

Geoffrey Parkinson
 

My father, Geoffrey Parkinson, who has died aged 87, was a dedicated officer with the Inner London Probation Service. He had a passion for his work and was determined to stay on the frontline for as long as he could. Along with his probation work, though, he also wrote prolifically. Using his wit and the inspiration of his Methodist upbringing,

Not all Methodists are child molesters but Dafydd’s gang operated very successfully through the Methodist Church, partly as a result of George Thomas being the most famous Methodist in the UK for many, many years and partly because north Wales was a stronghold of Methodism. George Thomas and Thatch were close friends despite their political differences, because as Thatch explained, they were both Methodists.

Geoffrey wrote plays for radio, many of which were produced and aired by the BBC throughout the 1970s, 80s and 90s.

Probation officers aren’t on the minimum wage but they are not highly paid…
remaining in the family home in Sutton, Surrey, which became very cluttered.

In 1992 he met Carole Seymour-Jones, and they married in 2012. Carole and three stepchildren survive him, as do my sister, Jane, brother, Paul, and I, along with nine grandchildren and three great-grandchildren.

 

Carole Veronica Gillian Seymour-Jones (3 March 1943 – 23 May 2015) was a Welsh writer. Seymour-Jones was born in Towyn, north-west Wales, the daughter of a prominent surgeon…

Can anyone see Dafydd hidden in the picture?

but was raised in Southsea. She studied history at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford but left after her first year, under family pressure, to marry the stockbroker Robert Bigland.

Couldn’t she have done better for herself? I mean Bronwen married Bill Astor and look, she’s the chatelaine of Cliveden now…

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She completed her history degree with the Open University, while raising four children, and gained her master’s degree at Sussex University. Seymour-Jones taught history to adults at Surrey University and to sixth formers…

Lord Asa Briggs, the VC of Sussex University, 1967-76, was someone who concealed Dafydd’s gang and the Westminster Paedophile Ring in its earlier stages. Briggs was the man whom, his daughter stated in a radio interview some 12 years ago, never forgave three Sussex University undergrads for throwing red paint over a visiting US diplomat in a protest related to Vietnam, one of those students being Merfyn Jones (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’), who was later subjected to a multi-pronged attack by Dafydd’s gang, both in his role as VC of Bangor University and as Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr Health Board (see previous posts eg. ‘The Point Is To Change It’, Right To Reply’, ‘Meet The Gwerin’ and ‘On The Occasion Of The 70th Birthday Of HRH Carlo’).

 

Should someone really not have dealt with Dafydd many years ago? Throwing red paint in 1967, refusing to shag a vile old lobotomist and indeed Dafydd himself in the 1980s or spilling his pint in any way under any circumstances inevitably led to chaos and the destruction of people’s lives and careers. Why was this ever tolerated?

 

Although she had been writing educational books for some years, her career as a biographer began after the breakup of her first marriage after 26 years in the early 1990s….She was the author of ‘Beatrice Webb: A Life’(1992);Painted Shadow: The Life of Vivienne Eliot, First Wife of T.S. Eliot’ (2001), which she wrote as a visiting fellow at the University of Texas at Austin…

I’ve read ‘Painted Shadow’, it does have some interesting details in it, but it reads a bit like a Barbara Cartland. I’ve never read a Barbara Cartland I stress, but it reads a bit like I imagine a Barbara Cartland would read. So I wonder what standards at the University of Texas are like?

and ‘A Dangerous Liaison’ (2009), about the relationship between Simone deBeauvoir and Jean-Paul Sartre; as well as co-editor ofWriters Under Siege: Voices of Freedom from Around the World’(2007). She also wrote for the ‘New Statesman’ and the ‘Times Higher Education Supplement’. She served on the Executive Committee of the English PEN, the writers’ association, from 1997 to 2001, sat on its Books to Prisoners Committee, and chaired its Writers in Prison Committee. Seymour-Jones met the probation officer and radio playwright Geoffrey Parkinson in 1992; the couple married in 2012.

So Seymour-Jones and Parkinson met in the year that the North Wales Police closed the investigation into the potential paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire, stating that there was no evidence for any such ring. Seymour-Jones had bumped into one of the biggest pieces of evidence in person but she remained silent throughout the Jillings Investigation, the Waterhouse Inquiry, Operation Pallial and the Macur Review, although she had managed to marry the evidence after Operation Pallial was launched, indeed marrying the evidence during the year in which Tony Francis killed himself.

‘We didn’t know.’

MI5: Next time that you establish a honey trap, please could you actually stop the crime that you are investigating? It will save the rest of us a great deal of bother. Diolch yn fawr. Brown’s dad, my friend’s baby and Brown’s mum all died years after Caroline did her Miss Moneypenny bit.

Parkinson died in 2014. Seymour-Jones herself died on 23 May 2015.

Scenes from the life of a very ineffective femme fatale:

 

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As for Lindy Prince, her commitment to the Poor was unending:

As if all this was not enough, and at that time when her children were at the most demanding stage in their lives, she added membership of the Board of Visitors at Brixton Prison to the list in 1972 and became its chairman in 1976.

The crooked forensic psychiatrists of the Maudsley and St George’s Hospital Medical School who were mates with Dafydd and fully on board with his crime empire eg. Dr Paul Bowden, were responsible for assessing prisoners at HMP Brixton (which is not far from the Maudsley) and other prisons in London. Other Top Docs were responsible for providing the seriously inadequate medical care for prisoners whom they knew had been abused and targeted by gangs linked to Dafydd. Brixton is in the Borough of Lambeth which was ruled by Dafydd’s associates in London, a situation helped greatly by Dafydd’s pal John Tilley, the Labour MP for Lambeth Central, 1978-83. Tilley was a major factor with regard to the development of the trafficking ring based at Wandsworth Borough Council/ St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital and he became a good mate of Lord Scarman, the humane, liberal, compassionate, crooked old bastard who did Thatch’s Gov’t a very big favour when he Chaired the Public Inquiry into the cause of the 1981 Brixton riots. See post ‘Lord Snooty The Third’. I will return to Lord Scarman later on in this post.

Like Lord Scarman, Lindy will know exactly who was banged up in HMP Brixton and it will have been a greater variety of people than the Black Muggers that the tabloids always reassured us made up the population of that institution.

She used the knowledge she acquired in these positions to make valuable contributions to a Conservative Party pamphlet, The Proper Use of Prisons (1977), and to the report the Nacro committee, of which she was vice-chairman, Boards of Visitors for Penal Institutions (1975).

I haven’t yet read these publications to which Lindy contributed, but Nacro were working hand-in-hand with Dafydd’s gang as well. In north Wales, Nacro ran work programmes for the victims of Dafydd’s gang and the supervisors of the work schemes were some of the people who were used to threaten and harass those who had spilt the pints of the paedophile gang, such as the dreadful Malcolm Fox who lived in Rachub. See previous posts for further information on Nacro.

Malcolm Fox ruthlessly sexually exploited girls in the Bethesda and Bangor area and later dealt in cocaine. He was never investigated by the police, although he was quite seriously injured when he was beaten up by some heavies from the Maesgeirchan estate at Bangor when one of them found him in bed with their wife. Fox was involved in community work on Maesgeirchan, although he lived near Bethesda, so he will have known about the abuse of kids in the Ty’r Felin children’s home which was on Maesgeirchan. It was the Ty’r Felin kids who were being trafficked to Dolphin Square as well as other less elite venues (see post ‘Are You Local?’). Malcolm Fox was from Birmingham and moved to the Bethesda area when he was a teenager and he also moved in hippy/alternative circles so he knew loads of the victims and targets of Dafydd’s gang. After years of doing absolutely nothing but getting pissed, enjoying himself with recreational chemicals  and sunbathing in his back garden in the summer, in about 1991 Malcolm Fox suddenly decided that he had an overwhelming desire to do a degree in history and enrolled as a student at Bangor University. It was at that time that Dafydd’s gwerin friends at Bangor University responded to Dafydd’s distress flare as the first police investigation into the possible presence of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire was launched.  The gwerin caused havoc in the Social Sciences Dept of Bangor University and launched a hate campaign against a senior sociologist, the flames of which were fanned by ‘The Guardian’ (see post ‘Badlands’).

Fox lived with the dreadful Denise Baker, who spent three weeks as a lodger in my house, caused chaos, moved in with Fox and then both of them began a campaign of harassment against me. Denise enrolled on the psychology degree at Bangor, fell out with a load of people as toxic as she was, left Fox and married a man who worked as a children’s social worker on Anglesey. Denise then lied about her experience and I think with the assistance of false references, began a glorious career as a mental health professional. She was sacked again and again, but nonetheless managed to bag a job on Professor Louis Appleby’s team at Manchester University.

Appleby is the Professor of Psychiatry whom Miranda appointed as the UK Gov’ts first National Director for Mental Health (‘mental health tsar’), 2000-10. Appleby was then the first National Clinical Director for Health and Criminal Justice, 2010-14. He was also involved in the chaos that is Improving Access to Psychological Therapies and is a non-executive Director of the Care Quality Commission. In December 2015 Appleby was appointed by the GMC to improve how it deals with doctors who are vulnerable or at risk when investigated for fitness to practice medicine; in April 2016, Appleby reported that the number of investigations by the GMC should be reduced in favour of local resolution and that investigations should be ‘paused’ if the root cause is a health problem requiring treatment. Dafydd’s been using that excuse for years: ‘It was my nervous illness’.

Appleby sacked Denise for constituting a danger to vulnerable patients. However Appleby didn’t flag this up to anyone else – of course he didn’t, Appleby trained at the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley with Dafydd’s mates, they have never flagged up people who are a danger to patients – so Denise walked straight into another job with vulnerable patients at Warwick University. She was sacked from there a few months later. Years later, Denise emerged with a PhD which was allegedly gained from her work with Appleby. How I do not know, because she didn’t do enough work with Appleby to use for a PhD, but somehow Dr Denise Baker McClearn the danger to vulnerable patients bagged one. That PhD may have been related to what Dr Baker McClearn found out about Professor Fergus Lowe when she did that degree in psychology at Bangor or indeed what the delightful Denise knew what was happening to me, because she read the statements made about me by the members of the paedophile gang when they perjured themselves in their attempts to have me imprisoned in the late 1980s/early 90s. Denise’s step-father was a social worker in the London area.

After gaining a PhD, Denise opened a ‘supper club’ – ie. cooked meals for social workers in her house – and received much media coverage for being a ‘health psychologist who had given up academia’ to ‘open the first pop-up restaurant in Wales’. The rest of north Wales roared with laughter at this description of the vicious psychopathic bitch who had caused so many people so much distress. The supper club died a death eventually, because although Denise is a very good cook, hurling abuse at the only guests who weren’t colleagues of her husband and insulting two food journalists who turned up to try the supper club didn’t do much for business. Neither did her Food Blog detailing the New Years’ Special at the supper club which explained that the man who was hired to play the bagpipes was ordered to give everyone a tune in the early hours ‘to piss the neighbours off’ and then there was the photo of Denise ‘drinking out of the piss pot’… That blog certainly had a following, but not for the reasons that Denise thought. Other highlights included Denise being invited to a posh wedding of a friend and then writing a critical review of the wedding breakfast in the guise of a review of the hotel where the wedding was held.

The death of the supper club was not the end of Denise’s career in catering. Her next venture was a social enterprise, the Pay As You Feel Cafe in Bethesda for those on limited incomes, where there were no fixed prices but the hungry just made a donation. Being a charitable enterprise, the Pay As You Feel Cafe was run entirely on the back of local businesses who donated grub for the good cause. Denise doesn’t do good causes, so it came as no surprise when I heard that Denise was stocking up her own freezer from those donations and then a campaign of hate was launched against Tesco because they had Refused To Donate. I was told by a third party that Tesco had indeed Refused To Donate because they had found out that Denise was selling the food. That was followed by allegations that Denise had pocketed money from a fund raising day for cancer research and had harassed an Empowered Service User who lived in the flat above the cafe such that the Empowered Service User was too frightened to leave her flat. I can understand that, when one has Denise as a neighbour, one find’s Denise in one’s house making long distance phone calls from one’s phone when one has popped out for a while, one’s neighbours are told that one is a loony who is a danger to their children and one finds Denise blocking one’s exit as one leaves shops, squawking abuse at one in Cockney. It is not an experience that I would recommend, in fact I moved house to get away from her. Others suffered in Rachub as well, such as the terminally ill neighbour who locked herself in her house to avoid seeing Denise and the man who was accused by Denise of molesting her daughter. He was never charged and Denise’s daughter had no recollection of the alleged molesting, but at least the man’s wife left him and he was later found dead.

I understand that Dr Baker McClearn has now waved a fond farewell to north Wales – she buggered off after she starred on this blog – and the last that I heard she was going under the name of Denise Laura Baker.

Here is Professor Louis Appleby, who has a great deal of explaining to do:

Prof Louis Appleby | The University of Manchester

Another example of Miranda’s sound judgement there…
Back to Lindy Price:
It was a natural consequence of her work in prisons and her genuine concern for those she met there that she became a member of Council of the National Association for the Care and Resettlement of Offenders, Nacro (1974-79), and a member (1965) of the Griffin Society which runs Stockdale House, a home for the after-care of women ex-prisoners. In characteristic style Price filled the posts in turn of secretary, vice-chairman and chairman of the society. She also set up Kelly House, a bail hostel for women.

In parallel with all this work for prisons and for prisoners – and it is the latter that she would have regarded as the more important – Lindy Price became as deeply involved with education. She was a director of the Norland Nursery Training College for more than 20 years (1964-86) and its chairman between 1986 and 1988.

Nannies for posh people! The combination of children, people with the connections and dosh to get themselves out of trouble and Lindy doesn’t bode well.

She was a member of the Governing Body of the Frances Mary Buss Foundation (1969-87), and co-chairman for the last 10 years, a member and then chairman (from 1975) of the Governing Body of the North London Collegiate School, Edgware, and the Camden School for Girls (1971-97).

The Frances Mary Buss Foundation is an organisation based in Camden which concerns itself with girls’ education. I find Lindy’s interest and dedication to the education of adolescent girls worrying. It’s not as if she was teaching them chemistry and physics.

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Old Nick’s obituary of Lindy continued to gush:

For mere mortals who find the membership of two or three charitable organisations almost more than they can manage, it is a record to be marvelled at, but Price added a directorship of Bulldog Manpower Services Ltd (a supported work scheme for ex-offenders) to the list,

Bulldog Manpower Services Ltd was established in 1975, a joint supported project of Vera, the Institute of Justice – which seems to be an organisation based in and concerned with ex-prisoners in the US – and the Inner London Probation and After-care Service (ILPAS). Bulldog ‘aimed to turn some of the most troublesome clients of ILPAS towards a lawful, self-sufficient, wage-earning way of life by employing them for a transitional period in a supported work situation’.

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and for three years was a member of the Police Complaints Board (1983-85).

Why are we not surprised?

She also began what was to become a major involvement in the National Health Service when she became a member of the Maternity Services Advisory Committee (1981-84), and then a lay member of the Midwifery Committee of the UK Central Council (1983-88).

During those years there was huge dissatisfaction with UK maternity services, public protests, media debates and high profile campaigns, but nothing really improved. The Midwifery Committee of the UK Central Council was used to deny the seriousness of the problems and to destroy whistleblowers. Take a look at the stats – midwives began leaving their jobs in droves…

Even more worryingly, Lindy was busy with maternity services and midwifery when the Top Doctors in north Wales had all conspired to ensure that NHS abortions were unobtainable, although they were happy to refer any woman who had the dosh to their mate in Chester who was a ‘private’ abortionist but who’s practice was so dangerous that women’s safety was at risk. As for the women who didn’t have the dosh, they were told that if they wanted an NHS abortion, they’d have to stay in the North Wales Hospital under the care of Dafydd for an ‘assessment’, although they’d still be refused an NHS abortion anyway.

I am still trying to find out what happened to the babies of those women, because they didn’t emerge from Denbigh with them. The women who ended up in the clutches of Dafydd at Denbigh were the kids in care who had become pregnant after their ‘carers’ had exploited or raped them or the psych patients and learning disabled patients who often also became pregnant by those paid to care for them. One solution to that particular problem was to sterilise anyone in danger of causing awkward questions to be asked, without their consent. I have also discovered that it was documented upon the records of people who had never had abortions that they had indeed had them, which was a useful strategy if Dafydd et al wanted to suggest that someone had been busy on the shagging front when they had complained about him or his colleagues. See previous posts eg. ‘Tan yn Llyn’, ‘Yours Truly, Angry Mob’ and ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’.

 

Anyone else but Lindy Price would have welcomed the opportunity to relax a little when, in the early 1980s, she and Leo acquired Moor Park at Llanbedr, near Crickhowell, and moved at least part of her life back to Wales. If the thought had tempted her, which I doubt, it was quickly put on one side, because in 1986, as Secretary of State for Wales, I asked her to become Chairman of the Powys District Health Authority.

Until she returned to Wales, Lindy lived in north London, where Dafydd’s gang had a branch. I know because I was living in that area myself, 1986-87, when I was refusing to shut up about Dafydd et al. One of the politicians refusing to address my concerns or indeed other people’s concerns including those of Alison Taylor, was Old Nick, the Secretary of State who gave Lindy the job as Chairman of Powys District Health Authority. In 1985, Mary Wynch’s case received publicity in the London-based media when she won her appeal to Lord Donaldson, the Master of the Rolls. Mary’s solicitor was Birnberg & Co, who were based in Camden, north London. Lindy Price’s husband Leolin was a Welsh barrister who’s Chambers were in Camden. By 1986, Mary had won her case against Dafydd and the gang, but the gang subsequently refused to pay Mary the damages that had been agreed upon and stated that she’d have to return to court to enforce payment. Despite struggling on for years and proving every part of her case, Mary was messed about repeatedly, lost everything and in her older years was finally completely ruined by Michael Howard the Home Secretary in the early 1990s. See previous posts.

Lindy herself returning to the Land of her Father in the early 1980s suggests that Lindy may well have been one of those responding to the clarion call of the paedophiles in distress in the wake of Mary Wynch beginning litigation and that little local difficulty involving Jeremy Thorpe. The fact that Lindy only moved ‘part of her life’ back to the land of song with the language of heaven suggests that she really continued to base herself in north London – after all the kids and young people from Wales were being trafficked to London – but did the required bit in Wales. Lindy Price remained Chairman of Powys District Health Authority until 1992.
 Old Nick was delighted with Lindy’s performance, the Lindy who’s husband was a well-known Conservative barrister who’s practice was based in London:

It turned out to be an inspired appointment, one of the best I ever made, and Price proved to be an outstanding health authority chairman. She had no time for the modern practice of dispensing with the masculine form of words. If the suggestion were made, she would giggle and say that she had no wish to be described as a chair.

 

In 2004, Sylvan Money, a young woman with severe depression in the care of Bronllys Hospital near Brecon, died. She hanged herself when left alone after the Angels and nursing assistants who had been told to keep her under constant observation went shopping. Yes, they popped out to do a bit of shopping while they were on duty looking after a suicidal patient. Powys Local Heath Board were as obstructive as possible during the investigation which followed Sylvan’s death and the police threatened to arrest the CEO if he didn’t begin to co-operate. At Sylvan’s inquest in 2006, the coroner denounced the ‘catastrophic failings’ which led to Sylvan’s death and identified 36 errors in Sylvan’s care. It transpired that one of the nursing assistants responsible for Sylvan could not read and write so they had not been able to follow written instructions relating to Sylvan’s care. They had been employed by Powys as a nursing assistant for years. The Chair of Powys LHB subsequently resigned. Sylvan’s parents were contacted by a retired Top Doctor who told them that those named as having ‘failed’ regarding the care of their daughter had been conducting themselves in this manner for a very long time and that it had often been observed years before that one day a patient would die while in their ‘care’.

Kirsty Williams, the Lib Dem AM for Brecon and Radnorshire, observed to Sylvan’s parents that Powys NHS was a ‘time bomb’. The problem started long before Kirsty became the local AM, but you really should have flagged it up Kirsty…

 

I suspect that she did the job so well because she enjoyed it so much, but of course there was more to it than that. Elspeth Howe, who served with her on committees, described her as always calm, sensible and practical.

Elspeth Howe was the wife of Thatcher’s partner-in-crime Geoffrey. Geoffrey Howe was born and grew up in south Wales and before he became an MP, Howe was a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and one of those who concealed the crimes of Dafydd. Howe continued to conceal the wrongdoing as it escalated, in Geoffrey’s many roles including that of the Tory MP for Bebington on the Wirral, 1964-66, Reigate, 1970-74 and then East Surrey, 1974-92; as Solicitor General, 1970-72, in Heath’s Gov’t; as Chancellor of the Exchequer and Foreign Secretary and finally as Lord President of the Council, July 1989-Nov 1990.

One of the functions of Lord President of the Council was to act as the visitor for UCNW (Bangor University). Howe was in that role when the North Wales Police launched the first investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire; the investigation was closed in 1992, with the conclusion that there was no evidence of a ring. Nonetheless, hundreds of complaints about the abuse of children had been made and a file was sent to the DPP. The CPS did not mount even one prosecution. The DPP at the time was Dame Barbara Mills, who’s husband was John Mills. They lived in Camden and John Mills donated enormous amounts to the Labour Party. John Mills is the brother of David Mills, the lawyer who was married to Tessa Jowell. Tessa was a social worker who had worked as a children’s care officer for Lambeth and as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley. Tessa was Chair of Camden Social Services Committee. See previous posts for info about Tessa, the Mills family and the fuckwittery of Camden Borough Council.

Elspeth and Geoffrey Howe were good mates of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and had been since they were crooked young whippersnappers, as opposed to crooked old bastards. See previous posts for further details of Elspeth and Geoffrey.

 

[Lindy] had an ability to exercise authority in a way that did not cause offence.

At least not to those who mattered, although no doubt Lindy pissed a few of the prisoners etc off while she was busy helping them. Or she might just have been very good at ensuring that they did not rumble the extent to which she was colluding with Dafydd’s gang, as with Ella Fisk and Ria Stanley, two of the much nicer Angels in the Hergest Unit but Angels who knew exactly what Dafydd et al were up to and concealed it. But then so did absolutely everybody else.

She expected and obtained high standards in a business-like way, but would arrive at a board meeting with a basket of homemade jams and jellies which she would distribute to “my boys”.

Distributing jams and jellies to criminals is not rocket science. If Old Nick had given  me a job as Chairman of an NHS Board, I too could have done that, although I wouldn’t, I would have saved the jams and jellies for those who were not killing patients, but that is why I’ll never be Chairman of an NHS Board. But having seen what happened to Merfyn, I don’t think that I want to be.

She would hold open house at Moor Park for staff and colleagues and join in the sing-songs round the piano.

This is all good clean fun, but having a sing-song around the old Joanna does not mean that one is a competent NHS senior manager.

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The Mrs Mills Experience, a London based tribute band Mrs Gladys Mills, pianist extraordinaire

 

Those staff were also aware that she might turn up at any hour to see that all was well. On one occasion when the authority was simulating a major air crash on the Brecon Beacons they were surprised when she appeared in the rain at dusk high on the mountain.

So how did Lindy miss the presence of illiterate staff and Angels who regularly went off to do a bit of shopping when they were on duty?

In 1992 the Powys Health Authority became the Powys Health Care NHS Trust and Price continued to chair it until 1996. She was the Chairman of the Welsh Breast Screening Advisory Group that established “Breast Test Wales”.

‘Here is a giant caravan parked outside Morrison’s. Could female shoppers please get their tits out because we’ve noticed that they are not responding to our Invitations To Get Screened?’

Would anyone ever ask blokes to get their bits out in a sodding caravan in a supermarket car park? Probably not, because men would say ‘oh bugger off of course I’m not doing that’, men being awkward sods who Bottle It Up and Don’t Share. Very wise of them too, wimmin need to take a leaf out of their book, rather than men being told by the Top Docs that it is the men who have got it wrong with regard to this matter. Read medical textbooks written in the 1960s and 70s, the explanation is in there. Because of their role in birth and child rearing, women became used to being told what to do by Top Doctors and very frequently became accustomed to being treated with complete disrespect. Men did not. They had far less contact with Top Doctors and when they did have contact with them it didn’t usually involve conversations about their genitalia or sex lives, unless of course they had an STI. Men are far less pliable in the face of Top Doctors which causes problems if men really do have a condition which is negatively impacting on them and they do not seek advice, but it protects them from predatory healthcare professionals. The myth of naughty men who Won’t Talk About It is based on men having a far greater tendency to say ‘you WHAT???’ in the face of the likes of Dafydd. Again and again I have heard men say, on the occasions that they have accompanied their girlfriends and wives to consultations with Angels and Top Doctors, ‘do you know what they said to her??? I wasn’t bloody well having that.’ That was the reason why men were traditionally not welcome in consultations/the labour ward. Men ask questions. Dafydd et al got their claws into vulnerable young boys rather than older men.

 

She was a member of the Social Security Advisory Committee set up by the Department of Social Security and a number of other similar committees.

Successive Ministers for Social Security concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang, including Tony Newton to whom Alison Taylor wrote directly in Feb 1988, informing him that kids in care in north Wales were being abused. After Newton had rocked up in the Lords, he served as Lord President of the Council, April 1992-May 1997. So Newton was in that role keeping an eye on Bangor University throughout the Jillings Investigation and throughout the arranging and then the beginning of the Waterhouse Inquiry. In 1992, Lord Cledwyn became President of UCNW, after Ronnie Waterhouse’s friend and colleague Sir William Mars-Jones stood down. Ronnie Waterhouse’s good friend from boyhood was a Professor of History and a member of the senior management team at UCNW.

 

[Lindy] had fully earned her appointment as CBE when it came in 1994.

The Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council had not long begun by then… On 9 June 1994, Matt Arnold, the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’; on 13 June 1994, the trial of Arnold’s long term friend and colleague at Bryn Estyn, Peter Howarth and another man, Paul Wilson, for the sexual abuse of boys in care in north Wales opened. On 8 July 1994 Peter Howarth was found guilty of child sexual abuse at Chester Crown Court and was sentenced to 10 years imprisonment. Paul Wilson was acquitted of all charges.

Throughout 1994, Dafydd and the gang busied themselves – without my knowledge – collecting ‘evidence’ of my ‘increasing dangerousness’ with the intention of eventually using this evidence to have me sectioned and then transferred to a high security hospital. This would avoid the difficulties that Dafydd et al were encountering when they prosecuted me ie. cases collapsing against me and members of the public asking what on earth was going on. Lay people often do not realise that one can be detained in institutions like Broadmoor, for life, without trial and without being found guilty of any offence. The reason why the mental health system was and is used to silence witnesses to organised abuse is that there is no effective protection for patients; a small tightly knit group of psychiatrists who know each other and have been scratching each others backs for decades control it and always collude with each other; patients are judged on evidence of which they are completely unaware; and the whole process is carried out behind closed doors with no scrutiny from anyone apart from those within the group of psychiatrists who are making the decisions. Patients then can be subjected to any ‘treatment’ at all, even ‘treatments’ that are very obviously having a disastrous effect on their health. In the event of a patient dying, there will even at that stage be no scrutiny from anyone outside of the system. Not only is this a system designed to encourage abuses, but it is a system which has long been entirely under the control of a faction of the medical profession who have been involved in serious organised crime.

My documents show that the desperation of Dafydd et al to have me banged up had reached fever pitch by the end of 1994 and this was because not only had Brown written to the Hergest Unit yet again telling them that he heard Dafydd telling me that if I dropped my complaint against him he would get me a place at Liverpool Medical School, but I and another Hergest patient had met with two members of the Mental Health Act Commission and told them that serious complaints about Dafydd, including those relating to him sexually exploiting patients, were not being investigated. In the latter part of 1994, Dafydd was exchanging correspondence with the MDU regarding the incidents that demonstrated the danger that I presented to his life. One incident consisted of Dafydd seeing me ‘sitting on a chair’ talking to an Angel. Had I attempted to launch a murderous attack on him? No, but I could have and Dafydd knew that. The next incident which absolutely assured Dafydd that action needed to be taken against me was me throwing a brick through the glass door of his house at 3 am one morning. Except that I didn’t. There was no evidence that I did – I have recently been told that the brick was planted by Dafydd et al – but nonetheless Dafydd had a series of meetings with the police about me throwing that brick, the MDU recorded that I had thrown that brick, an affidavit sworn by Dafydd about it was presented to the High Court in Liverpool, without my knowledge and in Nov 1994 Dafydd was granted a High Court injunction against me. Which was then used as evidence of just how dangerous I was…. See posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ for further details, including the contents of Dafydd’s truly extraordinary affidavit.

 

Then, in 1996, Price was asked by the Welsh Office to become Chairman of the Gwent Health Authority (1996-98); but she was not given warning in advance of a serious management problem that existed there.

The Welsh Office would have known about the ‘serious management problem’ even if Lindy didn’t – although what with Lindy being the networker that she was it would be surprising if Lindy didn’t know at least something about the serious management problem – because the Welsh Office were Gov’t Dept concealing it. The Secretary of State for Wales when Lindy was appointed was William Hague, who at the time was in the process of orchestrating the huge cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry.

There was a problem with the abuse of children in care in Gwent with which the Top Doctors were colluding. One Top Doctor who was employed as a child psychiatrist in Gwent was Elinor Kapp, who was married to Professor Kenneth Rawnsley. Kenneth Rawnsley was a mate of Dafydd’s going back many years and it was Rawnsley who, as Professor of Psychological Medicine in Cardiff, reassured everyone for decades that all was fine in the mental health services in north Wales and that standards of care were acceptable. Rawnsley knew that victims of a paedophile gang were being illegally imprisoned in a dungeon in Denbigh. Ken Rawnsley was also at the top of the pyramid of Top Doctors in Wales who were concealing the sex offences against children of George Thomas. Thomas had an excellent relationship with Top Doctors in south Wales because as Secretary of State for Wales he had liberated the huge quantity of money to build the University Hospital Cardiff and he was also involved with a great deal of medical charidee work. One such initiative is the City Hospice in Cardiff, a charidee which used to bear Thomas’s name but underwent a rebranding exercise after his sex offending became public knowledge. One Trustee of the City Hospice who has been involved with the charidee from its establishment is an Elinor Kapp. See post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’.

 

Perhaps those responsible for her appointment believed that she was the ideal person to deal with the problem, and given proper warning, she would have been. However, although she was not responsible for the situation, she found herself facing strong criticism in local papers.

Lindy knew nuzzing…

She was deeply hurt by these attacks which she knew to be unfair.

Lindy’s dear old heart was broken, particularly after a lifetime of giving out jams and jellies, to think that she was blamed for matters over which she had no control whatever…

It was an unfortunate end to a period of distinguished and selfless service to the NHS in Wales.

WHOOPS!!! Lindy’s efforts which ensured that the criminality which pervaded the health and welfare services in Wales and elsewhere continued for decades had returned to bite her on the bum.

I have not been able to discover the full details of the ‘serious management problem’ in Gwent Health Authority but the BMJ published two articles relating to Gwent Health Authority, one in 1996 and one in 1997. In 1996, the BMJ reported that Gwent Health Authority’s Director of Policy and Performance, Julie Sharma, had been suspended after an investigation which found that she had been appointed on the day after she had been given severance pay of £35 000 ($52 000) from an NHS Trust in the same area, namely Gwent Community Health NHS Trust, having been made redundant. In 1997 the BMJ reported that Gwent Health Authority was at the centre of another appointment controversy, for the awarding of a £1000 a day management consultant deal to a member of Gwent Health Authority four days after they had walked away from another NHS job with a suitcase full of cash…

Even if Lindy had really known nothing about the ‘serious management problem’ in Gwent Health Authority which existed at the time of her appointment as Chair in 1996, the responsibility was very much hers when there was a repeat performance of the scam the following year.

Hansard, 21 June 1996, has a record of a Rhodri Morgan asking a William Hague a question in the House over one of the inappropriate appointments at Gwent Health Authority. Rhodri Morgan was fully aware of the chaos and abuse prevailing in Wales’s NHS and Social Services and had been for years. He said nothing. Neither did his wife Julie, who worked as a social worker in Barry and was Assistant Director of Barnardo’s when some of Barnardo’s staff were abusing children.

One politician who gained much kudos from exposing the scams with regard to one of the Gwent Health Authority appointments when he was a member of Gwent Health Authority was Peter Law, who was elected as the Labour and Co-operative AM for Blaenau Gwent in the first elections to the new National Assembly of Wales in May 1999. Yet there was much else that Peter Law did not expose. Not only was he Chairman of Gwent Community NHS Trust which was an essential partner in the scams in Gwent Health Authority, but Mr Law had been in local politics and public life in the area for a very long time and he had said nothing about the criminality in the NHS and social services. There is a great deal to be said about Peter Law on this matter and if I have time I will return to him in a future post.

Lindy remained busy in spite of the demands of Chairing a corrupt NHS Authority and blaming it all on everyone else:

There were other activities in Wales too numerous for all to be mentioned. She was High Sheriff of the County of Powys (1997-98), served on the Wales Regional Council of the British Red Cross, was chairman of the Fabric Advisory Committee at Brecon Cathedral,

The Red Cross was aware of the wrongdoing in the health and welfare services and some of those holding senior roles in the Red Cross were former employees of the NHS and other organisations and had been involved in or concealed criminality themselves. See previous posts.

Lindy’s family had previous with regard to Brecon Cathedral. Lord and Lady Brecon were mates with the Dean of Brecon Cathedral and had stood accused of securing roles in public life for his wife which she did not have the appropriate knowledge or experience for (see post ‘On The Occasion Of The 70th Birthday Of HRH Carlo’).

 

and a church warden and trustee of Llanbedr church, where from time to time she played the organ.

In spite of the extent of Lindy Price’s contribution to the public life of Britain, she believed that none of this was as important as her family. She and Leo were devoted to each other: not a day passed when they did not communicate, or in which he did not pass the message that he loved her “madly and for ever”. They were the centre of a particularly close- knit family.

 

The man to whom Lindy ensured that she ‘communicated’ with daily was her husband, barrister Leolin Price QC, whom she married in 1963. Leolin Price was the most senior of a trio of Euro-sceptic lawyers (the other ones being Michael Shrimpton and Martin Howe) who provided legal advice for the anti-Maastricht campaign in Parliament in the early 1990s. In 1993 Price prepared Lord Rees-Mogg’s challenge to the ratification of the Maastricht Treaty.

Leolin Price

With his relish for argument, taste for complex legal detail and scepticism about the EU and all its works, Price was ideally suited to the role of constitutional gadfly. In the end the Maastricht rebellion proved a major headache for the government during John Major’s troubled second term as prime minister, consuming some 200 hours of debate over 23 days in committee and producing 600 amendments, many of them drafted by Price.The dispute came close to scuppering the treaty and bringing down the government.

The European Communities (Amendment) Bill (aka the Maastricht Bill) eventually became law at the end of July 1993, but in a last-ditch effort to prevent this, the former editor of ‘The Times’ Lord Rees-Mogg, supported by Price and David Pannick, QC (and backed by Sir James Goldsmith), applied for judicial review.

The substance of the case revolved around the nature of the “social protocol” which Major had secured during negotiations with Britain’s EU partners, which enabled Britain to opt out of the Social Chapter of the Treaty. The legal team argued that the protocol also increased the powers of the European Parliament — something which, under a 1978 Act, required specific parliamentary approval, which had never been given during the passage of the Bill bringing the Maastricht Treaty into British law.

The case garnered much publicity, but Rees-Mogg’s application was rejected in the court of first instance and on appeal, one judge describing as “an exaggeration” Price’s claim that the case was “perhaps the most important constitutional issue to be faced by the courts for 300 years”. The Treaty was duly ratified and the lasting scars left on the Conservative Party have not healed to this day.

Leolin placed a very effective bomb under the Tory party which left shrapnel in people that is still causing much difficulty today, but he didn’t blow up the bit of the Party which needed blowing up – the faction that was running a trafficking gang in collaboration with Dafydd et al along with a selection of politicians from across the spectrum. I don’t mind Sir Bufton Tuftons, I grew up with them in Somerset where they were plentiful, but Peter Morrison et al were something else… There will have been numerous old Sir Buftons and Sir Herbert Gussets voting Tory who would have been horrified at children and vulnerable people being abducted and forced into sex work by criminal gangs.

 

One of five children of a village schoolmaster, Arthur Leolin Price was born at Talybont-on-Usk in Breconshire and educated at Judd School, Tonbridge, from where he won a scholarship to Keble College, Oxford, to read History

Sir Peter Morrison went to Keble College, Oxford, but was much younger than Price

During the war he served as an officer in the Royal Artillery, latterly as adjutant of the Indian Mountain Artillery Training Centre in Ambala, Punjab province. On demob he returned to Oxford to read Law. Called to the Bar by Middle Temple in 1949,

Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of Middle Temple and was two years younger than Price.

he soon established a reputation in commercial and chancery litigation. After taking Silk in 1968, as well as his work in Britain he developed a thriving international practice, representing clients in New South Wales and the Bahamas.

The Bahamas is not only a well-known tax haven, but Bill Astor died there in 1966, supposedly of a heart attack, at the age of only 58. His heart saw him through all the high jinks at Cliveden with the Royal, the Gov’t Ministers, the Russian spies and the call girls, so it is a little ironic that it should cause his death just four years after the Profumo Affair, which brought down a Gov’t and resulted in the suspicious death of Stephen Ward and the jailing of Christine Keeler, both scapegoats who looked as though they might be the ones to name names. Bill Astor’s wife at the time of the Profumo Affair was born Bronwen Alan-Pugh, the daughter of a Welsh judge, Sir Alun-Pugh. Bronwen went to school in Dolgellau in what is now Gwynedd and knew a few of those who later become members of Dafydd’s gang. Leolin Price’s father-in-law Lord Brecon knew a great deal about the links between the Profumo Affair and Dafydd et al. See posts ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’ and ‘On The Occasion Of The 70th Birthday Of HRH Carlo’.

Later he was appointed a deputy High Court judge.

Although Price was a lifelong Conservative and on the committee of the Society of Conservative Lawyers for more than two decades, he acted for Arthur Scargill during the 1980s;

Arthur Scargill knew about Dafydd’s gang as did all Labour politicians, numerous people in the trade unions and many professional people in Wales. Thatch appointed Peter Walker as Secretary of State for Energy for the specific reason that Walker’s knowledge of those who were colluding with – and his own collusion with – Dafydd et al would make him very effective at dealing with the opposing forces whom Walker knew had also colluded with and concealed Dafydd’s gang’s crimes. Walker was good mates with Leolin Price’s father-in-law Lord Brecon, who had achieved his peerage and Gov’t position under Macmillan because of his role in facilitating Dafydd’s gang.

 

and in 1982 he advised Harriet Harman when, as legal officer for the National Council for Civil Liberties, she was found in contempt of court after showing restricted legal documents to a journalist. Price acted for her during the appeal process that led to the European Court of Human Rights overturning her conviction, successfully arguing that the prosecution had breached her right to freedom of expression.

I’m not sure that Price did anyone any favours defending Harriet on that matter. Not only had she been in contempt of court, but in her capacity as legal officer for the NCCL, Harman wrote a document in response to the lobbying of PIE, a paedophiles’ rights group who at the time were affiliated to the NCCL, which recommended changes in the law that would, had they been passed, have made it easier for adults to sexually assault children with impunity. I have stated before on this blog that Harman will have done this because she is stupid and doesn’t realise how stupid she is. However a passing comment from someone else has alerted me to the possibility that no, Harman didn’t succumb to the lobbying of PIE because she was dim, Harman was simply a paid-up member of the House of Cowards. PIE and those for whom it was lobbying were not nice people, they were not lonely men in flashers’ macs, they were members of an organised criminal network who were causing havoc in Social Service Depts across the UK and witnesses were being found dead. Harman knew all this and she had worked at Brent Law Centre, where children were being abused at the hands of that lot. Harman’s dad was a Top Doc and she was a relative of Lord Longford who also knew how bloody frightening these gangs were and who colluded with Dafydd et al himself (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’); it is highly likely that Harriet knew about Dafydd, his gang operated on her turf in south London and Harriet Supported The NHS. She wasn’t going to challenge gangs of vicious criminals who’s activities were facilitated by the medical establishment, many of whom had known her dad.

Leolin Price would have known that his wife and her family had a friend, or at least a useful idiot, in Harriet.

 

On the issue of Europe, Price always put principle before party, and after the Maastricht debates he campaigned against the subsequent Nice Treaty. In 2008 he supported the spread-betting millionaire Stuart Wheeler in his legal bid to force the government to hold a referendum on the Lisbon Treaty.

Price served as a governor of Great Ormond Street Hospital, and in the 1970s successfully persuaded the Labour Chancellor Denis Healey to promote a legislative amendment permitting British royalties for JM Barrie’s Peter Pan to go to Great Ormond Street in perpetuity.

Jim Callaghan’s wife Audrey was Chair of the Governors at GOSH and it was Audrey who was credited with persuading Denis Healey to promote that legislative amendment by exerting influence through her husband. It was probably a team effort, because Audrey Callaghan had concealed the abuse of children years previously when she sat on the London County Council and of course she knew about Dafydd’s gang as did Jim Callaghan and Leolin. They all knew that Jimmy Savile, a regular at GOSH, was a child molester. In 1969, Audrey Callaghan was appointed Chair of GOSH and played a key role in fundraising for the hospital over the next 30 years. See post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’.

Leolin Price…was appointed CBE in 1996.

The year that the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced.

he is survived by their two sons and two daughters.

 

‘The Times’ also published an obituary for Leolin Price which provided a few more gems of information. We were told that when he was at Oxford, Price was active in the Union Society and began his lifelong friendship with Mystic Mogg and that he sat on the Committee of the Society of Conservative Lawyers for over two decades. Price acted in the Blue Arrow and Barlow Clowes cases and also acted for the civil law sides of the Maxwell and Guinness fraud trials. Cap’n Bob is, well the Cap’n, which says it all (see previous posts for information on the Cap’n). Ernest Saunders was convicted and jailed as a result of the Guinness trial, but was released from prison on appeal on the grounds that he was suffering from Alzheimers. Once out of prison, Ernest Saunders made a spectacular recovery and resumed his career, commanding huge fees for his advice. The Top Doctor who convinced the judge that Saunders had dementia and was severely disabled by this was Dr Patrick Gallwey.

Patrick Gallwey was the founder, in 1980, of the South West Thames Regional Forensic Service at St Georges Hospital in London. Gallwey was the daddy of that shameless bunch of lying crooks at St George’s who colluded with the trafficking ring on their own doorstep as well as with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see eg. post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Patrick Gallwey moved to Devon in 1988 to ‘pursue his dream’ of living on a small holding. Until 2001, Gallwey worked at the Butler Clinic, Langdon Hospital, Dawlish. After 2001, Gallwey worked as an ‘independent forensic consultant’ and no doubt was much in demand after his evidence resulted in Ernest being released. Not only did Gallwey lie in his evidence at Saunders’ appeal, but he misrepresented his professional position and expertise. Gallwey died in 2014. See post ‘A Stalker’s Network’ for more information about Ernest Saunders and the laughable medical evidence provided by Gallwey.

‘The Times’ also told us that Leolin ‘developed an interest in education law and acted in a judicial review challenging the distribution of National Lottery money’.

Leolin Price was Chair of the Great Ormond Street Hospital’s Institute of Child Health and ‘devised an investment trust for ICH whereby income was donated to the charity but investors kept the right to their capital, in a model of tax-efficient giving [surely ‘tax-efficient swindling?’ – ed] that is widely used today’.

Leolin has rubbed noses with the gwerin as a boy when, like his mother, he had sung in the National Eisteddfod of Wales. In 1977 Price became a Governor of Christ College, Brecon. Sir Simon Hughes who spent his time as the Liberal and then Lib Dem MP for Bermondsey ignoring the trafficking of kids in his constituency to children’s homes in north Wales went to school at Brecon College. Simon is a barrister who is a member of Inner Temple. See post ‘The Battle For The Labour Party’s Soul’.

Leolin Price was Chancellor of the Diocese of Swansea and Brecon, 1982-99. Gwilym Williams, the Bishop of Bangor, 1957-82, served as the Archbishop of Wales, 1971-82. Williams was completely on board with the crimes of Dafydd and the gang and was one of those who used his knowledge of Gov’t collusion with the gang to twist Thatcher’s arm on issues to which she was hostile such as the establishment of S4C and the passing of the Welsh Language Act 1993. See previous posts. Leolin Price knew Rowan Williams, who came from and went to school in Swansea. Rowan was Bishop of Monmouth, 1992-2002; Archbishop of Wales, 2000-02; and Archbishop of Canterbury, 2002-12.

After Price died, the Chancery Bar Association also published a tribute to him. It stated that Leolin was ‘for many years a very well-known figure in Lincoln’s Inn and beyond’. Cherie Booth is a member of Lincoln’s Inn. Leolin Price worked from his Chambers in Camden, at the heart of New Labour’s geographical territory.

Leolin Price was one of five children. Two became Top Doctors, one became a dentist and two were QCs. Another crop of useful people to prop up Dafydd. Leolin’s brothers will have known Dafydd, being Top Doctors from Wales.

Leolin and Lindy had four children themselves. In line with family tradition they will have secured senior positions of responsibility because they’ve inherited that public service gene from their grandfather that the well-known molecular biologist Old Nick aka Lord Crickhowell was so impressed by. Their son Evan Price is a barrister who works in his father’s old Chambers:

 

Evan, do you happen to know a fellow lawyer, Adrian Francis, who’s mum and dad are Sadie and Tony Francis? From a rather unimpressive academic base, Adrian has built a career as a successful lawyer and barrister in which he acts for local authorities and NHS Trusts AGAINST patients. When Adrian was a teenager, Tony Francis told everyone that Adrian was going to be a ‘human rights’ lawyer. I suppose that it sounded better than saying ‘Sadie and I are going to use our network of corrupt professional people who facilitated and are facilitating organised abuse to give Adrian a good start in life and he too will work on behalf of a deeply corrupt state against the citizen’. See post ‘It’s Just Another Gold Digger’.

 

Now, as promised, a few words about Lord Scarman, who was mates with Dafydd’s friend John Tilley. John Tilley, from the mid-1960s, worked very hard to facilitate organised trafficking gangs across south London and once he was in Parliament he dedicated his time and energy to drumming up business for Dafydd’s ‘drug and alcohol service’ scam (see post ‘Lord Snooty The Third’).

Leslie George Scarman, Baron Scarman (29 July 1911 – 8 December 2004) was an English judge and barrister who served as a Law Lord, 1977-86. Scarman was born in Streatham but grew up on the border of Sussex and Surrey. Streatham was in the area of the south London trafficking ring facilitated by St George’s Hospital Medical School and the local politicians were all on board with the ring. Lord Scarman, being so famous, will have been embraced by Streatham as one of their own. Scarman could not have missed that ring in Streatham, one of their networking venues was the notorious brothel in Ambleside Avenue in Streatham run by Cynthia Payne which was a near permanent fixture in the media throughout the 1980s and 90s. It was down the road from where I lived when I worked at St George’s which might have been what sent everyone into overdrive at the time.

When Cynthia’s brothel was raided in 1978, the police found 53 men at a sex party, including a peer, an MP, a number of solicitors, company directors and several vicars. There were also some consultants from St George’s in there, but no-one said a word about them in any public forum. Cynthia subsequently went to prison but the customers of the brothel were not even named. I don’t have a problem with adults attending sex parties with other consenting adults, but Ambleside Avenue was being used as a networking base for the paedophile/trafficking gang which was a substantial problem and furthermore they were part of Dafydd’s gang.

Cynthia was raided again in 1986 and charged, but acquitted when the case came to court in 1987. Of course she was, the Westminster Paedophile Ring had fought back against the police network which was closing in on it. The Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane himself had cut Professor Oliver Brooke’s jail sentence and released Ollie on appeal in the summer of 1987, Ollie being a paediatrician at St George’s who was a key figure in a pan-European trafficking ring; my friend Anne had been killed by the gang in April 1986, when it was realised that Ollie was in deep trouble; Brown, Brown’s brother and my other friends were all under attack and Dafydd et al were doing nothing but trying to frame and imprison me for serious crimes. The Windbag believing that he was going to win the General Election in June 1987 so he kept quiet, as did every other politician. Thatch won another victory…

At one point, Screaming Lord Sutch shared Cynthia Payne’s house with her. He knew a lot about the activities in that brothel. David Sutch was found hanging dead, on 16 June 1999. Seven months before the publication of the Waterhouse Report, four days after Lindy died. David Sutch was presumed to have killed himself. He had been clinically depressed and in the care of the Top Doctors. Those Top Docs from St George’s, who were facilitating the trafficking gang.

For more details of Cynthia’s brothel and those in Streatham who knew what was happening but kept quiet, see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

 

When Cynthia was raided in 1979, Lord Scarman was a Law Lord. In the year that Cynthia was raided again in 1986, the year before she was acquitted, Scarman retired.

As Peter Cook said in his ‘biased judge presiding over the trial of Jeremy Thorpe’, sketch at the end of the summing up, ‘and now you must retire, as must I and consider your verdict of not guilty’.

 

At school, Scarman won a scholarship to Radley College and then to Brasenose College, Oxford, where he read Classics.

Scarman was called to the Bar at the Middle Temple in 1936; Leolin Price was called to the Bar in Middle Temple in 1949. Ronnie Waterhouse was a member of Middle Temple and was of a similar vintage to Leolin Price. Leolin’s wife Lindy made her contribution to penal policy in the 1977 Conservative Party’s pamphlet ‘The Proper Use Of Prisons’ just as Scarman became a Law Lord. It was to Scarman whom Willie Whitelaw and Thatch turned after the Brixton riots, which took place in an area of London run by Dafydd’s gang, four years later….

Scarman spent WW II in the RAF as a staff officer in England, North Africa and then continental Europe. He was present with Lord Arthur Tedder, the Marshal of the Royal Air Force, when Alfred Jodl surrendered at Rheims. Lord Tedder’s son Professor Richard Tedder was previously Head of the Department of Virology at the UCL Medical School and now works as virologist at Public Health England. Richard Tedder has worked with a number of Top Doctors who claimed to have discovered scientific firsts but who have also been dangerously close to people involved with research fraud and misconduct, who in turn have links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. See post ‘The Wretched Of The Earth’.

Scarman returned to law in 1945, practising from Fountain Court Chambers in London and became a QC in 1957. He was appointed a High Court judge in 1961 – assigned to the Probate, Divorce and Admiralty Division, transferring to the Family Division when the latter was created in 1971.

Ronnie Waterhouse also sat as a judge in the Family Division. It is a worrying place for judges who are colluding with a paedophile gang to be.

Scarman joined the Court of Appeal in 1973 and was sworn of the Privy Council. On 30 September 1977, Scarman became a Law Lord and served in the Lords until his retirement in 1986.

Scarman was appointed Head of the Law Commission, 1965-73, during which time 27 Commission-inspired statutes were made law. As a judge, Scarman’s career had some controversial decisions. Although widely regarded as a liberal, he upheld the blasphemy conviction of ‘Gay News’ (1979), punctured the GLC’s Fares Fair low-cost public transport policy (1981) and supported the banning of trade unions at GCHQ  (1985). I don’t know why, because GCHQ were listening into what Dafydd et al were saying and doing to us and doing sod all about it; as someone who was keeping just as quiet about Dafydd’s criminality, Scarman should have been most grateful to GCHQ, unions or no unions.

Scarman is best known for Chairing the Public Inquiry on the causes of the Brixton riots in 1981. He also Chaired inquiries into the N Ireland riots of August 1969, the Red Lion Square disorders (1975) and the Grunwick Dispute (1977).

After Chairing the Brixton Inquiry, Scarman achieved sainthood and the liberal press devoted acres of print to extolling the virtues of Scarman. Yet as any fule kno – or rather any competent sociologist – Scarman’s report was no more than an exercise in sitting on the fence, said anodyne mainstream things and was compiled after Scarman spent time visiting police stations and schools, ‘talking to the people’.  But not just any old police stations and schools and Scarman didn’t just talk to people whom he bumped into when he stopped for a spliff in Coldharbour Lane. Scarman relied entirely upon Dafydd’s mate John Tilley to give him his tour of North Korea and steer him into the paths of the right people to talk to. That is how Scarman produced such a banal report with included the observation that there were only a few ‘bad apples’ in the police force. This comment was from a man who was a personal friend of a friend of, and lobbyist for, Dafydd.

The Top Doctors hate Brown and me because whereas the Top Doctors too lovingly adhere to the bad apple theory we have maintained for years that the whole barrel is rotten.

‘The Guardian’ and ‘The Times’ were overwhelmed by Scarman’s report into the Brixton riots, but much of Brixton, the people who had not been included in the tour of North Korea, were not…

Scarman had plenty of experience at ignoring serious organised crime by the time that he Chaired the Inquiry into the Brixton riots, because he’d done even more of that when he had Chaired the Inquiry into the 1969 N Ireland riots. Although Scarman lived in N Ireland for the three years that he conducted the Inquiry, he missed that VIP paedophile ring based at the Kincora Boys’ Home, which was an attraction for Sir Anthony Blunt, Whitehall civil servants, British Army officers and it is alleged, Lord Louis Mountbatten. Scarman also missed the suggestion of many that some of the killings in N Ireland were the result of paedophiles being targeted, rather than simply British oppressors.

Dr Morris Fraser, a child psychiatrist, was involved with Kincora. Fraser was allowed to continue practising medicine after he was convicted of child sex offences. Fraser was defended by the MDU and the barrister involved was Sir Patrick Mayhew, who years later when he became Attorney General, 1987-92, under Thatch and then Major, authorised the prosecutions of me for contempt of court although he knew that Tony and Sadie Francis and Gwynedd social workers had perjured themselves. After Mayhew’s excellent service as AG, he served as Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1992-97. Mayhew was a member of Middle Temple, along with Leolin Price, Ronnie Waterhouse and dear old Lord Scarman. The ring based at Kincora pervaded all the inquiries, investigations, debates and negotiations regarding the Troubles in N Ireland.

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Morris Fraser left Belfast and relocated to England where he worked as a child psychiatrist at Springfield Hospital and UCL. The UCL which employed Richard Tedder, the son of Lord Arthur Tedder:

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Scarman’s wisdom and compassion were on display when he Chaired the Inquiry into the Red Lion Square disorders, a series of events in 1974. On 15 June 1974, the NF marched through London’s West End; their march was to finish with a meeting in Conway Hall, Red Lion Square. The London Area Council for Liberation conducted a counter demonstration which consisted of a march through London ending with a public meeting in Red Lion Square. Warwick student Kevin Gately was killed during the demonstrations.

Kevin had accompanied fellow students to the counter-demonstration. Gately was not a member of a political group and had never been on a demonstration before. As some of the Warwick students were supporters of the International Marxist Group, all of them marched with the IMG contingent and were caught up in the initial clash in Red Lion Square. Photos show Gately moving through the crowd, possibly trying to escape from the tight press of bodies during the pushing at the police cordon. His unconscious body was found by police after the crowd was driven back and taken in an ambulance to UCH. Gately’s fellow students only realised that he was missing when they met after the demonstration ended. A student who enquired at UCH was shown Gately’s body and asked to identify him.

A coroner’s inquest at St Pancras Coroner’s Court concluded that Gately’s death was the result of a blow to the head from a blunt instrument. Left wing newspapers at the time blamed his death on the mounted police though this was based on supposition and conclusive evidence has not been forthcoming. However, photos demonstrated police aggression and violence towards the counter-demonstrators. The SPG were involved in the policing of the demo.

Kevin Gately was the first demonstrator to be killed in Britain for 55 years.

Scarman’s report into the Red Lion Square disorders was published on 27 February 1975. Scarman accepted that Gately was not a rioter, but had been carried along by the surging crowd, and stated: “It was possible, though very unlikely, that in the melee he was struck by a police truncheon.” Scarman concluded that Gately was a victim, not of the police, or of a criminal demonstrator, but ‘of the situation in which he found himself’. He apportioned some of the blame to riotous protesters, and attributed the injury to a “minor unnoticed accident – a fall or an apparently minor glancing blow”.

The Warwick students went apeshit and Gately’s death led to a major campaign by Warwick students against the NF. A Kevin Gately Memorial Painting by Maureen Scott hangs in the Warwick University Students’ Union and was restored in 2004. It is displayed alongside contemporary telegrams of support from many other students’ unions and a copy of ‘Socialist Worker’ from the week following Gately’s death. The painting is symbolic of the anti-fascist struggle and contains neither a representation of Gately nor of the events of June 1974. In 2009, it was suggested that a new student bar at Warwick University could be named after Gately, but the name “The Dirty Duck” was chosen instead.

The Labour MP who joined and supported the counter-demonstration against the NF on the day that Kevin was killed was Syd Bidwell. Sydney James Bidwell (14 January 1917 – 25 May 1997) was a railway worker on the Great Western Railway and became a tutor and organiser for the National Council of Labour Colleges. He went on to become the London Regional Education Officer for the TUC. Having joined the Labour Party in his youth, in the 1940s he was also a member of the Trotskyist Revolutionary Communist Party. Bidwell was a Councillor on Southall Borough Council, 1951-55.

Bidwell served as  Labour MP for Southall, 1966-83 and was elected for the largely similar seat of Ealing Southall in 1983. Whilst in Parliament, he saw through a bill to exclude Sikhs from being forced to wear crash helmets on motorbikes. Before the 1992 General Election, Bidwell was de-selected as a candidate at the age of 75. When his appeal to the Labour NEC failed, he decided to stand as a “True Labour” candidate, but finished third behind the official Labour candidate Piara Khabra, with 9% of the vote. Syd Bidwell was one of the south London Councillors/MPs who remained schtum as scores of kids from his constituency were sent to children’s homes in north Wales…

When Scarman entered the House of Lords in 1977, he was appointed Chancellor of the University of Warwick. I bet that the students loved that particular appointment. To show his complete contempt for Kevin Gately, Scarman remained in post until 1989.

I think I’ll contact the SU at Warwick and suggest that their student bar be renamed ‘The Dirty Dafydd’.

Scarman was also President of the British Institute of Human Rights and worked on behalf of the Prince’s Trust, the Birmingham Six and Charter 88, among many other projects. In 1991 he set up the Scarman Trust.

Scarman married Ruth Wright in 1947, with whom he had one son. He died in 2004, after joining in the communal nailing down of the lid on the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

The Torygraph also published an obit for Scarman:

The Lord Scarman…was one of the finest lawyers of the post-war era… achieved widest recognition as a law reformer and liberal-leaning chairman of public inquiries. During the Brixton Riots inquiry in 1981, Scarman’s tall, stooping figure appeared regularly on television screens, his long face moved by concern and sympathy as he talked to residents....his obvious concern and sensitivity won him the confidence of Brixton’s black community, and he no doubt wrote a better report because of it. By the end of his researches many thought he knew as much about Rastafarian culture as the people of Brixton.

Indeed, only Dafydd knew more.

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While Scarman hung out with the Rastamen, he will surely have noticed how many of them are sectioned under the Mental Health Act, how many of them are subjected to forced treatment, how many of them are kept in secure wards and ooh how many of them die while ‘being restrained by Angels’. Brown conducted a major piece of work with his colleagues which demonstrated the embedded racist attitudes held by many mental health staff. Other researchers have found this as well. These matters are of very great concern to black people living in the UK. Scarman was obviously far too busy listening to Bob Marley to mention any of this to anyone.

In his report, he concluded that racial discrimination had been one of the main factors behind the riots, and he stuck his neck out by proposing positive discrimination in favour of blacks – a proposal described as “daft” by more than one Conservative MP.

Positive discrimination has proved to be a great career boost for middle class black people. It did wonders for Oona King and Constance Briscoe, at least until Constance was jailed. But all those badly paid cleaners, catering staff, porters who work unsociable hours in London and can’t afford to live where they work because the rents are well-beyond them? Er, no, it hasn’t made a great deal of difference.

Cynics suggested that the inquiry showed Scarman to be a self-publicist. Some questioned his unorthodox methods of collecting evidence, his habit of visiting areas and dropping in at police stations

The tour of North Korea…

and schools. Photographs of Scarman dandling small black children on his knee led to complaints that he was indulging in self-projection…

That is not something that I like to dwell on what with the proximity of Scarman to Dafydd and his mates.

During a period of great change in national attitudes and values,

Yes but child molesting was still considered completely unacceptable which is why Scarman and everybody else moved heaven and earth to conceal what was happening.

he had long been of the view that the law ought to be a medium for social policy and reform. Lord Denning thought similarly, but Scarman was more orthodox in his application of judicial precedent, preferring the encouragement of amending legislation through Parliament to Denning’s creative genius for extending judicial precedents.

Scarman knew that Leo Abse – George Thomas’s close friend and someone who has been investigated for historical child abuse himself – utilised the ‘expertise’ of Dafydd’s mates and the assistance of Dr Death to get the Children Act 1975 onto the statute books. It resulted in hundreds and hundreds of kids being sent to children’s homes in north Wales, which is exactly why Abse worked so hard at seeing that legislation through Parliament. See post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’.

“A judge’s job is to decide cases according to existing law,” he said. “He must not allow his instincts or desires to influence his judgment.”

But what does one do when Leo Abse has written the legislation??

Scarman’s preoccupation with law reform had made him an ideal candidate to head the Law Commission, set up by the new Labour Government in 1965 to untangle the laws assembled piecemeal over the centuries. English law had become obese, he said; it needed exercise to become athletic and lose the flabbiness that age imposed.

The state has continued to expand its reach into the lives of the citizen, particularly into areas of citizens lives which were never previously considered a trope for legislation. Much of this has been achieved in the guise of ‘health and welfare’.

Even his critics conceded that he was an inspired choice, who succeeded in allaying the fears of those who saw his appointment as subversive while at the same time carrying through reforms which were put on to the statute book and have stayed there. Scarman’s work during his seven years in charge was much praised. By the end of his chairmanship in 1972, there were 27 statutes based on the commission’s work, ranging from a new test of criminal intent to a fresh statement of the law about damage done by animals. Defunct statutes were rooted out.

None of the legislation has protected the individual from the abuses of the state. Even the Human Rights legislation that Charlie Falconer boasts about has been consistently used to prioritise the human rights of richer people over poorer people.

His experience as a Family Division judge coloured his attitude to women’s rights. The Divorce Reform Act of 1969, which revolutionised the basis for both divorce and the distribution of maintenance, was largely the work of his commission. Under Scarman, it was also responsible for the Matrimonial Proceedings and Property Act of 1970, which radically enhanced women’s marital rights. After he left, the Law Commission never had the same influence or momentum…

Lord Denning too is remembered as a judge who ‘was on the side of’ women, in that he was perceived to have assisted with the position of women who were abandoned by their husbands. While this was important because at one time women with no income of their own could be really shafted if their husbands were abusive or just buggered off, it is still wrong to talk of Denning or Scarman as being ‘liberals’ or ‘reformers’. They weren’t. They tinkered at the edges but their whole way of thinking was to preserve institutions, whether it be law, medicine or Royalty and they were so desperate to do that that they lost sight of the very serious rot within those institutions. Denning is famous for having refused the appeal of the Birmingham Six on the grounds that if their appeal were to be allowed it would admit to such corruption in every part of the criminal justice system that the resulting ‘appalling vista’ would inflict untold damage on the system. When the Birmingham Six were eventually cleared, Lord Denning commented that if they’d been hung there would not have been all this bloody fuss.

Willie Whitelaw had been concealing Dafydd’s gang since before Ted Heath was PM, of course he appointed Scarman to Chair the Inquiry into the Brixton riots. It was because Scarman could be relied upon to say the right things, not because his heart was in Kingston town…

His increasingly public radicalisation during the 1970s may have been influenced by the realisation that Denning was going to remain Master of the Rolls – a post for which it was generally accepted that Scarman had been groomed.

I wonder if someone somewhere was a little worried at the prospect of Scarman becoming Master of the Rolls, what with some of the company he kept, so they kept old Denning there?

…he was a member of a charity for the deprived of Drury Lane,

The street Drury Lane is where The Muffin Man lives, as mentioned in the popular nursery rhyme and where the harlot of Hogarth’s ‘A Harlot’s Progress’ practises her profession.

there was little overt evidence of his liberal inclinations as a young barrister on the make. He rose rapidly, taking Silk in 1957 and, four years later, aged 49, he became a High Court Judge….

It was Scarman’s apparent willingness to move in the outside world, and his talent for public relations which he showed at the Law Commission, which distinguished him from other judges when a beleaguered James Callaghan was looking for someone to head the tribunal investigating the Northern Ireland disturbances in the summer of 1969.

A safe pair of hands was needed… A very safe pair of hands. If Scarman had messed that up, he would not have been invited back.

Scarman was told that it might be a six-week job; it took three years. He and his wife took a house on the Co Down coast at Bangor….Scarman had to convince the Roman Catholic community that his conclusions were worth hearing. Relishing the delicate balancing act, he began deploying the arts of stage management which were to be called on again. He organised in advance the arrangement of everything from the layout of desks to the type of ushers and how they should behave.

Stage managed or rigged??

In the end, he concluded that there was no plot to overthrow the Stormont government, and that the violence was caused by mutual fear and suspicion rather than any planned provocation by the IRA or any Protestant faction.

Don’t mention Carlo’s Uncle Dickie under any circumstances.

His charm, courtesy, common touch – and genuine interest in knowledge – won him the confidence of the most alienated witnesses.

This translates as ‘spread it around beforehand that Scarman is not As Other Judges, he likes black people and he lets children sit on his knee. Ensure that he only meets a few carefully selected Community Leaders who have also been briefed as to his qualities and who are desperate for their own five minutes in the sun…’

It was no surprise when he was chosen to head future commissions of inquiry into social and public disorder: the 1974 Red Lion Square riot, and the Grunwick dispute of 1977.

No surprise at all. The Gov’t wasn’t going to headhunt Malcolm X for those jobs. The Grunwick Dispute began because of the appalling abuse of some immigrant south Asian women workers. At its height, a lot of people jumped on the bandwagon, but then Len Murray sold the women down the river, the Support evaporated, including that of Shirl who was doing her sisterly bit being the daughter of Vera Brittain and the women who began the strike lost their jobs. See post ‘News From Sicily’.

Scarman went to the Court of Appeal in 1973 and became a Law Lord in 1977. As a Law Lord, some liberal lawyers complained that he rarely dissented from the judgements of his more conservative colleagues, even in controversial cases where legal precedent was far from certain. There were complaints that, while Scarman made promising noises, when his judgements came out they were the same as all the others.

Which is what Brown said.

[In 1981] he ruled that the GLC’s cheap fares policy was illegal – Ken Livingstone later called him a “two-faced old hypocrite”.

Just like Ken. They both knew what Dafydd was up to.

Three years after the Brixton inquiry, when he visited the area to see if relations had improved, he was greeted as a long-lost friend and invited to join the Afro-Caribbean Club.

They’ll have been John Tilley’s and Dafydd’s mates. I experienced Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist’s idea of making rapport with those of the counter-culture who smoke mari-jew-ana, as did others whom I know. When we were safely away from the old perverts, many happy hours were wiled away rolling around laughing, but I really would not recommend that anyone signs up for the experience. Just ask us, we can tell you all about it, you don’t need to put yourselves through it…

Most of his proposals – including reforms to the police complaints procedures – had become law, and when the Police and Criminal Evidence Act 1984 was passing through Parliament, it was Scarman’s amendment that made racial discrimination by the police a specific disciplinary offence.

Every time that I was arrested on trumped-up charges, the police would make much of adhering to PACE when I was down the station and I think that they did adhere to PACE. However, PACE is neither here nor there if Top Doctors, Angels and social workers perjure themselves repeatedly in court and when this is demonstrated everyone just quietly forgets about the matter until they do it all over again a few months later. Furthermore, the police observed PACE with me, because they realised that I would know about PACE. They didn’t observe PACE with the man whom they arrested after planting class A drugs on him and then punched in the face at the station because he objected to a Sergeant getting into the loo with him.

What good was PACE when the Chief Constable of North Wales refused to co-operate with an investigation into a possible paedophile ring on his patch which was thought might include some of his officers as members?

A firm believer that judges should not outstay their welcome, Scarman retired six months short of his 75th birthday…He began to acquire a public image as something of a radical, but he did not aim to rock the whole judicial boat. “I like change,” he said. “But I dislike disjunction.” Above all, Scarman was a great conciliator, able to switch to almost anyone’s point of view and put it forward a lot more effectively than they could.

For all his effortless charm and courtesy, Scarman was essentially a private man, and even those close to him sometimes pondered what made him tick. “I have always been a loner,” he said in one interview. “It is so important to have moments to think. The public dinner is a menace to men in public life. It’s heavy, it’s tedious, and it’s tiring.”…

So even those close to Scarman may not have known the other people with whom he was spending his time or sharing interests.

 

The Indie’s Obituary for Scarman completed the picture further.

He became the senior Law Lord in 1985 and retired the following year but not before he had ruled that a girl under 16 could obtain the Pill without her parents’ consent or knowledge.

That particular legal issue caused havoc. While I can understand that some girls under 16 may want or even need contraceptive advice without their parents being informed, there was a substantial problem with gangs like Dafydd’s – indeed including Dafydd’s – coercing girls into sexual activity and literally ‘preparing them for action’. I knew that this was happening in north Wales and other people told me that it was happening as well. Every contribution to the media debate at the time, from whatever angle, was predicated on the belief that every Top Doctor was a caring, decent, competent person with their patients’ best interests at heart. Well in north Wales they were running a trafficking/paedophile gang. Had I been a parent of a teenager in north Wales, I would not have let my kid within a million miles of them. Scarman knew about those trafficking gangs and his judgement failed to provide any protection at all for the kids whom they were targeting.

He was, however, quite capable of casting off the stuffy “Who are the Beatles?” mantle of many judges of his era and in February 1977 commented that under-age sex was something which “happens almost every Saturday night all over the country”. ‘The Sun’ took him to task, saying it did not share either his belief or complacency.

Yes, Scarman was down with the kids. Just like Dafydd was. It is true that under-age sex was/is common, but there is a difference between two consenting teenagers days short of their 16th birthdays and a gang of paedophiles forcing children into the sex trade. Scarman conflated these things.

One of Scarman’s fellow lawyers described Scarman in ‘The Guardian’ as being someone who ‘stood out in his generation as the model judge: fairness, intelligence, learning, compassion and firmness all combined’. Who commented upon a member of Dafydd’s network thus? It could only have been Sir Stephen Sedley, self-styled radical lawyer who worked in the same Chambers as Michael Mansfield QC, the Michael Mansfield to whom I wrote in 1993 about the excesses of Gwynedd Social Services and their abuse of the law to harass people who had complained about them. Michael wrote me a one line reply thanking me for my letter. The harassment and perjury continued. As did the deaths.

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Ah, the doctors they were wonderful!

Scarman is referenced in the Boring episode of ‘The Young Ones’, series one, where an overly racist policeman wearing dark sunglasses mistakes a white man wearing black riding gloves ringing a doorbell for a black man: “I could pull both your arms off and leave no trace of violence. Lord Scarman need never know”. It wouldn’t matter if Lord Scarman did know, he could just write a report entitled ‘Only two arms were pulled off’ and explain that the man with no arms was a victim of the circumstances in which he found himself. And Dafydd found himself in a bizarre situation and was only trying to help. And when they say no they mean yes.

Tony Gilbert’s 1975 account of the Red Lion Square disorders was entitled ‘Only One Died: An Account of the Scarman Inquiry into the Events of 15th June 1974, in Red Lion Square, when Kevin Gately Died Opposing Racism and Fascism.’

 

Yesterday’s ‘Daily Post’ contained an article about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Flintshire Council are concerned that they could be ‘forced to pay out thousands of pounds to victims of historic sexual abuse in care homes outside the area. It includes Bryn Estyn…once dubbed the ‘Colditz of Care’ after a report found that there was extensive mistreatment of youngsters. Politicians have been told that because the authority is the successor to Clwyd County Council, it could be liable for compensation to former care home residents in Wrexham, Denbighshire and parts of Conwy. To date £14,000 has been paid out as a result of cases, including one which dates back to 1953 and there are a number outstanding.’

So that is the truth behind all the ‘How Very Dare Theys?’, ‘they’re all lying to get compensation’, ‘they’re after millions’, ‘they’re all thieving drug addicts’, ‘they’re criminals who are after money’.

£14,000. For decades, kids in care right across north Wales were beaten, kicked, forced to work for no pay in local businesses, gang raped at gun point, taken to other destinations where they were forced to have sex with other groups of adults, filmed for porn, forced to have sex with animals so that could be filmed for porn as well… Kids ran away hundreds of times, told the police what was happening to them and the police took them back to the people who were raping them. Other kids who repeatedly complained were arrested themselves and charged. Kids told Top Doctors what was happening to them and the Top Doctors failed to act but it was certainly noted and as soon as the kid was 18, there’d be a Referral To Dafydd for this Very Disturbed Patient. Some kids who were not even 15 yrs old were sent to Risley Remand Centre where they were found dead.

£14,000. Flintshire Council will spend more than that on buffets per annum.

The Post reports that Flintshire Council is ‘currently assisting the IICSA’. That’ll be even more surreal than the calls that we made to Dafydd; Flintshire Council who have denied so much responsibility for so long, who have wriggled and squirmed every inch of the way, are assisting the IICSA? Which is being Chaired by a social worker who colluded with abuse in Scotland anyway???

Gareth Owens, Chief Officer for Governance, told the Daily Post that IICSA is looking at ‘accountability and reparations’. Gareth, there can be no reparations, the kids’ lives were completely destroyed and most of them died years ago. They were found hanged, shot, overdosed, drowned, dead in roads having been hit by cars, dead in prison, dead in hospitals, dead on railways tracks, their bodies littered north Wales for years and five who ran away to England were killed by a firebomb.

‘We didn’t know.’

Well where did you think all the corpses were coming from???

Councillor Gladys Healey questioned why Flintshire was now ‘responsible’ and whether Clwyd had set any money aside to ‘assist’ before it was disbanded in 1996. No Gladys, they didn’t, because Clwyd Councillors nicked all the money to pay for Theatre fucking Clwyd anyway, so Rhys Ifans and his mates could tread the boards and smell greasepaint when they were still at school and Cherie’s mate Michael Beloff QC provided legal advice to give everyone 100% protection from the kids who had been forced to have sex with German Shepherd dogs and farmyard animals.

Cherie Blair

 

Just to make damn sure that those kids didn’t have a hope in hell of ‘reparation’, Professor Eric Sunderland and the Boundary Commission ensured that Clwyd County Council disappeared in a puff of smoke a few weeks after the Jillings Report was submitted. That’s the Eric who’s lady wife achieved her lifelong dream a few years ago when she purchased a powder blue Porsche in which to whizz around the mean streets of Beaumaris. She didn’t even have to star in a blue movie with Ben Dover and Linda Lovelace to earn the dosh for it. ‘Ooh Eric left me very well-provided for you know, ooh yes, all those years at Bangor, loyal service to a gang of paedophiles, more Bara Brith Cledwyn???’

Gareth Owens also told the Post that ‘we’re the successor to Clwyd and it gets worse because Bryn Estyn was run by Denbighshire and pre-Denbighshire it was run by the Home Office. We’ve had claims dating back to 1953…’

Yes Gareth, Bryn Estyn was also run by the Dept of Health for a short while and throughout all of it, everyone continued to beat and rape those boys and flatly refused to respond to any concerns or complaints at all. But you really mustn’t worry Gareth bach, I do keep telling you, most of the boys died long, long ago. They died in full public view screaming for help and every one of you ignored them.

When the boys were so seriously injured that it couldn’t be ignored, they were taken to Wrexham Maelor Hospital. One boy with a ruptured anus was told by a Top Doc that he had piles.

Lesley Griffiths worked at Wrexham Maelor Hospital for more than 20 years! Lesley became a Councillor and found that she could help the mums, so then she thought that she’d like to help the mums even more, so Lesley became the Labour AM for Wrexham! Obviously by then Lesley had spent much of her life helping the mums, so there was only one thing for it – Lesley became Health Minister so that she could help even more mums! In that post, Lesley completely ignored patients and their friends in north Wales who were being harassed, threatened, wrongfully arrested and threatened at gun point by the associates of those who had ruptured the anuses of boys in care in Bryn Estyn. Furthermore, Lesley ignored a lot of mums who were having terrible experiences in the Obs and Gynae Unit at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. She was too busy helping other mums I presume.

Ah Duw it’s hard, pass us another Welsh cake Dafydd…

 

‘Ewe know the lovely thing about the young people who were Disturbed because of what had happened to them before they were placed in the children’s homes is that Dr DA found time for all of them ewe know. Oooh he was a kind man, he was nice to children as he told everyone, he found them all beds at Denbigh ewe know. Ooh they were cared for there ewe know, ewe couldn’t always believe what they said mind ewe, ooh the things that some of them came out with, ooh I couldn’t do their job, ooh those nurses are good ewe know. It was verrry verry sad ewe know, one day one of them died. Took their own life. Oooh bechod, it was a sad business and the nurses cried. They never got over it ewe know. But it was only one. Only one died.’

 

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This is a follow up post to my last post ‘I Predict A Riot’, which I hadn’t planned but I am writing because of the information from readers which has come in since I wrote ‘I Predict A Riot’ and added the comments which followed that post. People are very good, I do receive much information but I only have time to include a small part of it on the blog, although it does all get read, stored and put to use regarding background information, future lines of research etc.

My attention has been drawn to something which I have been aware of for a long while, that I have mentioned before on the blog but not maxed out on. That is, the presence of many Top Docs and legal professionals in middle class Jewish families. I have discussed previously how Brown and I first came across Greville Janner named as an abuser on a fascist website, which was so obviously crazed and irrational and banged on about a global conspiracy of Jewish child abusers that we didn’t believe a word of it. Some years ago I was told that terrible things were happening to women and children in the Orthodox Jewish community at Stamford Hill in London. The person who told me that terrible things were happening in that ‘isolated community’ I know had knowledge of Empowered Service Users being abused and has remained silent for years. I used to live near Stamford Hill and enjoyed taking walks through there. I liked the Stamford Hill community and I have no problem at all with communities who wish to ‘isolate themselves’, because very often they are doing that to protect their community, not because they wish to conceal wrongdoing.

My post ‘Dates For Your Diary’ discussed how Vanessa Felz, who was at the time married to a Top Doctor with a direct link to St George’s Hospital Medical School, found herself rocketed to stardom in the summer of 1994, when Dafydd and the Top Docs sent up a distress flare in the midst of the Jillings Inquiry when the Top Docs were desperately in need of good PR, particularly because the Chamberlain-Pearce Scandal had begun to erupt at St George’s. Vanessa and her husband both grew up in professional Jewish families in London.

I don’t believe for one minute that Jewish people are any more likely to abuse or conceal abuse than any other cultural/religious group. The salient issue is that organised abuse has been successfully concealed by professional groups, especially people in law, medicine and politics – particularly those individuals  at the very top of those professions – and those professions are held in high esteem among aspirational Jewish families. Thus names appearing on this blog have included Sir William Asscher, Professor Stuart Stanton, Greville et famille, Leo and Danny Abse etc.

It took an e mail to me from a reader yesterday for me to wake up and realise the worst. My comments after my post ‘I Predict A Riot’ mentioned that Dr Bob Tresman, a man from the Jewish community in London, used to work at the Hergest Unit during the Paedophile Years and was recommended as a Top Doctor for patients who had witnessed the crimes of Dafydd by members of the paedophile gang when those patients had refused to see Dafydd again. I told Bob Tresman myself what I had witnessed Dafydd doing. I also witnessed patient F (see previous posts eg. ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There’ and ‘Tan yn Llyn’) who was framed and imprisoned after challenging Gwynedd social workers regarding the abuse of the boys at the Ty’r Felin children’s home, then set up by some predators and fleeced of his property, money and denied access to his child, providing Bob Tresman with full details of all of these events. F also told Tresman about his time in Risley Remand Centre, a time during which I believe that F witnessed a murder in the ‘hospital wing’.

Tresman knew just how bloody bad it had all been, because, in response to F’s frequent comments that he felt that his ‘life had been blessed’ – F remained a remarkably optimistic man in spite of what he had been through – Tresman observed to me that if he had been F, he would have concluded that he had been cursed. F himself used to tell people that when he was in Risley listening to the screams of other patients in the ‘hospital wing’ as they were beaten by the screws, there was a bloke in the cell next to him who was completely psychotic and repeatedly yelled ‘I’m in heaven, I’m in heaven’, to which F yelled back ‘Christ if this is heaven mate I’d hate to see hell’. F related this anecdote to Bob Tresman.

Bob Tresman knew exactly what had happened and was happening to his patients at the hands of Dafydd and the gang.

As I mentioned in my comments which follow my post ‘I Predict A Riot’, Bob Tresman socialised with the paedophile gang and their friends in the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda and was suspended from his job by Gwynedd Health Authority for some months in 1992 or thereabouts, but I never found out why.

Dr Tresman was treated dreadfully by Dr Tony Francis, Francis made no attempt to disguise the fact that he hated Tresman and Dr Tresman did face some appalling anti-semitism from the charmers at the Hergest Unit.

Dr Tresman decided to leave north Wales and return to London during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Just like that.

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Tommy Cooper was born in Caerphilly, where a statue of him was unveiled in 2008, by Sir Anthony Hopkins, in his capacity as Patron of The Tommy Cooper Society. Hopkins is a man who provided much needed PR for Wales at a time when Dafydd’s gang were getting desperate. After providing this service, the Welsh-born Sir Anthony, who loves Wales and feels Welsher than the most Welsh person on the planet, even Dafydd Iwan, emigrated to California and took US citizenship. See previous posts.

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‘Well Lucille…Have the lambs stopped screaming?’

Tommy Cooper was one of Britain’s best loved Funnymen who entertained the nation until the very end, famously dying on stage. What received lest publicity was that he was a wife-beating piss artist who had a long running affair with a bit on the side.

 

I didn’t know much about Dr Tresman, except that he had been an embryologist before he did a degree in medicine and I think that when he was an embryologist he worked at UCL. He was listed as a Director of Robert Tresman and Associates, a company providing ‘healthcare services’ for some years after he left north Wales.

So there is a Top Doctor who is part of the professional Jewish community in London who knew exactly what was happening in north Wales throughout the 1990s, who listened first hand to numerous witness accounts and who has said nothing in response to the many investigations and inquiries into organised abuse in north Wales/Cheshire.

The vile Dr Giles Harborne, who spent many happy years working with Dafydd et al at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and more recently served as the ‘Chief Of Staff’ for the mental health services in north Wales, in which capacity he insulted and neglected patients and refused to investigate even the most serious of complaints (see previous posts), also seems to be a member of the Jewish community or have very close links with people who are.

When I was doing my MSc at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital in 1986-87, one of the other students was a dentist called Rosie Szasz, who was a member of the Jewish community in Ealing. I was quite friendly with Rosie and she knew what had happened to me in north Wales. She was also appalled at the staff misconduct at Hammersmith Hospital (see previous posts) but being a healthcare professional herself, Rosie very obviously was not going to challenge anyone about it. Rosie’s dental practice in central London included many HIV/AIDS patients; she was one of the few dentists at the time who was welcoming HIV/AIDS patients. She will have known that many of them were rent boys who had entered that line of work as kids in care.

 

The reason why I have revisited the matter of high profile members of the Jewish community in the professions concealing abuse is that after a reader read my comments about Bob Tresman, I was sent a link to the wiki entry of the political journo Robert Peston, who is the son of the Labour peer Lord Maurice Peston. Lord Peston spent his career as an economist at Queen Mary College, London and advised Labour Gov’ts between the 1960s and 90s. Lord Peston featured in my post ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’ and is close to all those paedophiles’ friends associated with Queen Mary College, including the Top Doctors, who starred in that post.

Here’s another Queen Mary Glamour Puss who has spent a career conducting toadying interviews with politicians whom he knows have done disgusting things, including concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd’s branch of it:

The Lord Hennessy of Nympsfield or should that be Nymphsfield?
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When old Hennessey interviewed Dr Death, the nearest he got to ruffling Dr Death’s feathers was to imply that Dr Death must have been heart broken never to have become PM. Dr Death went into Top Doctor mode and told Hennessey to stop that nonsense right now. Hennessey, what you should have said was ‘So Lord Owen, could you explain why when you were William Sargant’s research registrar at Tommy’s you assisted him in those illegal, unethical dangerous experiments which resulted in patient deaths? Furthermore Dr Death, which Top Doctor who was facilitating the paedophile ring in north Wales was it whom you knew personally, Dr D.G.E. Wood or Tony Francis? By the way, Sally Baker has told me to tell you that if she ever encounters you in person, she’ll knee you in the knackers so hard that you won’t be walking for a few hours.’ Before winding up with Hennessey’s obligatory ‘Lord Owen, thank you so much for this fascinating insight into your political career.’

 

Roland Rudd is a man who gets around to all the right places which host all the right people. He went to Millfield School, where he was just slightly older than Duncan Orme. When Orme was at UCNW (Bangor University) with me, Duncan Orme took a sabbatical year as the Students’ Union Welfare Officer, during which time he concealed the wrongdoing of Gwynne the lobotomist, Dr D.G.E. Wood and the rest of the trafficking ring. In return, Duncan Orme’s career in NHS management received a wonderful boost from the very beginning. Duncan eventually became the Financial Director for one of the lethal NHS Trusts in Staffordshire, at the time when the NHS in Staffordshire was colluding with a trafficking ring linked to the one in north Wales and wiping out patients. Duncan has moved to other equally senior NHS posts since then and that stint at the genocidal Trust in Staffordshire recently disappeared from his Linked In profile. See previous posts for the full details of the lies that Duncan told and the harm to students with which he colluded. Furthermore Duncan got a Third and, I am told, failed his accountancy exams. Obviously a career in NHS finance at senior management level was inevitable.

The careers service at UNCW in the mid-1980s was famously crap, it was really, really bad. In the second year, we were all invited to fill in a laughingly Mickey Mouse questionnaire, the answers of which were then fed into a computer programme which spewed out a list of about 15 careers ‘suitable’ for one. It was a real laugh because in the case of the students who knew what they wanted to do, the computer told them what they already knew. My list of 15 consisted of about 10 words saying ‘teacher’ and 5 saying ‘lecturer’. Which was at the time what I wanted to do. I then had a short interview with a rather clueless careers officer who said ‘well I think you’d be suited to teaching or academia and I don’t think that something like the police force would accept you.’ And I thought well I haven’t mentioned going into the police force, why ever would I worry if they accepted me or not? Students who didn’t know what they wanted to do rolled around laughing at the truly bizarre suggestions emanating from the computer eg. ‘quantity surveyor’ for a zoology student who had no interest at all in becoming a quantity surveyor. That was the only careers advice that we received from the careers office.

Then in the third year came the crisis for almost all of us. It was 1984, unemployment was sky high and the jobs in academia that I and so many of the people with whom I was friends had aspired to were obviously not going to be there. Students with other interests were even more worried because there were bugger all jobs in other fields. The only students who weren’t lost and/or in meltdown were those who knew precisely what they wanted to do – eg. one girl knew about a supermarket management training scheme, applied and was accepted – or those who entered school teaching, which was straightforward. But not teaching in north Wales of course, there was much unhappiness and students saying that they were not going to continue to teach after they had qualified…

The distress and anxiety of the students was so acute, that the Plant Biology Dept put on special careers sessions for those of us in their Dept, which were very welcome and very helpful. They helped with CVs, chivvied us along with messages like ‘there are not many jobs, but there are some and someone has to get them’. All other Depts left their students to flail, which was hugely resented. People were writing hundreds of job applications and not even receiving a ‘thank for your application’ in return, it was dire. The careers service at UCNW showed not the slightest concern or interest in the hundreds of students who would be facing unemployment after graduation, at least for some period of time. Neither were there any resources in the careers office. It was the front room of a decaying old house on College Road with a few ancient postgrad prospectuses in there and that was it. The students received no help and no advice.

Except for Duncan Orme, who was given one hell of a helping hand. So who fixed it all up for you then Duncan? Was it D.G.E. Wood, because you certainly did him and the people traffickers a few favours?

It has been suggested to me that the shite careers office in UCNW may not have been an accident. The trafficking ring was causing havoc and a few students like me had stumbled across it. If many more students had been encouraged to remain in north Wales after graduation, they would have done what I did anyway – mixed with local people – and begun to realise that some terrible things were happening. There was a contingent of UNCW students who did stay in north Wales, but they tended to be hippyish students who like the area and were not interested in trying to pursue 1980s style yuppyish careers. Furthermore, they tended to involve themselves with charidees or Radical Causes, all of which were controlled by the paedophile gang. English hippyish people working part-time for Wimmin’s Aid knew exactly how rampant the crime and abuse was, but were never going to say a word because their funding depended upon them keeping quiet and under their Radical Carapace, most of them were rather weak. They just fumed loudly about the Tory Cuts, wet themselves when yet another victim of the gang turned up at their door in desperation and made excuses as to why they couldn’t ‘help’.

 

After rubbing shoulders with the tosser Orme at Millfield, Roland Rudd went to Regent’s Park College, Oxford University, where he was President of the Oxford Union. After graduation, Rudd worked as a policy co-ordinator for Dr Death and the SDP. Rudd was the first SDP President of the Oxford Union.

So Rudd probably knew a biology student who was at UCNW with me, Simon Batty, who was active in the SDP. Batty was very friendly and chatty, but he did live up to his name. He drove a green Reliant Robin and trundled off to national SDP conferences and events in it. Batty became famous after he was beaten up at an NUS conference for being a member of the SDP.

After assisting the Gang Of Four – all of whom were up to their necks in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’) – Rudd worked as a journo on the ‘Sunday Correspondent’ and the FT, where he palled up with Peston. In 1994, Rudd founded RLM Finsbury, which he sold to WPP plc in 2001, earning an estimated £40 million from doing so. In 2011, RLM Finsbury merged with  Robinson Lerer and Montgomery of New York. Rudd remained as Chairman of the merged firm, which in 2014 was rebranded as Finsbury.

Rudd is Chairman of Business for New Europe and a member of the Centre for European Reform’s Advisory Board. Rudd is now a Labour supporter and is such a big pal of Peter Mandelson that Mandy is godfather to one of Rudd’s children. Mandy spent years concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the barrel of crap in north Wales once he became responsible for trying to make the Windbag electable (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Mandy was a Lambeth Councillor when Lambeth Social Services had a dreadful problem with paedophiles in their children’s homes. The gang in Lambeth was linked to the gang in north Wales and kids in the care of Lambeth were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Paul Boateng and his wife knew much about the abuse of kids in Lambeth and Janet Boateng was both a social worker and Chair of the Lambeth Social Services Committee when Tyra Henry was murdered in the care of Lambeth (see post ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). Esther Rantzen’s sister was a Lambeth social worker and Rantzen appointed her sister’s manager as Chief Exec of Childline, Valerie, now Baroness Valerie, Howarth. Valerie Howarth subsequently was appointed Chair of CAFCASS (Children and Family Court Advisory Service in 2008. In 2008 CAFCASS across the UK was in meltdown. In 2010, a newly appointed CAFCASS officer in Wrexham who had taken the place of a colleague who had experienced a nervous breakdown told me that no-one could ever perform their job in CAFCASS properly as a result of the organisation being in utter chaos, but Gov’t wouldn’t dare admit it because CAFCASS was responsible for the welfare of children.

 

In 1988 I wrote to Esther Rantzen and told her what was happening in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I did not receive a reply. People who rang Childline complaining of the abuse of children in north Wales allege that they were ignored as well. Savile was involved with the abuse of kids and psych patients from north Wales.

 

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Paul Boateng was working as a solicitor for Birnberg & Co when Birnberg & Co represented Mary Wynch in her successful litigation against Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

‘We didn’t know.’

 

Roland Rudd campaigned for Mandy in Mandy’s Hartlepool constituency in the General Election of 2001, the General Election which was held the year following the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

Rudd was one of the ‘Four Wise Men’ who, in 2007, advised Miranda on life after leaving office. Was it really Rudd who told Miranda to stick his nose deep into the trough provided by some of the world’s most unpleasant regimes? I had always assumed that just came naturally to Miranda.

Rudd has been linked to Ed Balls, Cleggy and Tessa Jowell. Tessa knew a great deal about colluding with organised abuse, having been the daughter of a Top Doctor and the woman who Chaired the Social Services Committee for Camden Borough Council when abuse of kids and vulnerable people in the care of that Council was rampant. Tessa also worked as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley with Dafydd’s mates and did a stint as a children’s social worker with Lambeth Social Services. See posts ‘The London Connection’ and ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’.

Roland Rudd is a Trustee of the Royal Opera House and for the Speakers In Schools programme. Speakers in Schools was founded by Robert Peston.  Rudd is Trustee of the Garden Bridge Trust, a non-executive Director of the Army Board, a Patron of the NSPCC and a Governor of Wellington College. Dafydd has had links with the Army for many years and even managed to wangle Army pensions for people who had only served in the Army for a short time and had then been dishonourably discharged. Dafydd has claimed for many years to be treating Army veterans for PTSD. This is known in north Wales to be a con, most of Dafydd’s ‘PTSD veterans’ are drug addicts or alkies who have got into trouble with the law and availed themselves of the services of Dafydd to escape a prison sentence or to achieve a shorter one. See post ‘Feet In Chains’. The NSPCC employed people involved with the abuse of children and Sir Anthony Seldon, who was for years the Headmaster of Wellington College, has been party to many a scam of the paedophiles’ friends such as Mindfulness, measuring Gross National Happiness and the University of Buckingham (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

Roland Rudd is a visiting fellow at Oxford University’s Centre for Corporate Reputation, which is part of the Said Business School, an institution in no position to teach anyone anything about upholding reputations.

Roland’s sister is Amber Rudd, who served as Home Secretary under David Cameron.

 

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My post ‘I Predict A Riot’ discussed a man from a crime family in London who somehow acquired a pensioner’s bungalow near Bethesda in the 1990s, at a time when there was a waiting list a mile long and when Gwynedd County Council claimed to be robustly pursuing a ‘homes for local people only’ policy. Previous posts have detailed the links between Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and gangs in other parts of the UK and the traffic in terms of abusive professionals or vulnerable people between big metropolitan areas in England and north Wales. I presume that the same networks were used for this Londoner to acquire a pensioner’s bungalow near Bethesda. Brown has suggested that the process will also have involved a tame Top Doctor writing medical reports stressing/exaggerating/inventing medical conditions/disabilities experienced by the crook from London. The Daily Mail imagine that this sort of thing is done by virtually everyone who accesses benefits or social housing. It isn’t, although it does go on. The lucky winners, at least in north Wales, were always people who were colluding with Dafydd’s gang in some way. They either had knowledge of wrongdoing on the part of the gang which they were agreeing to keep quiet about, or they were dealing drugs on the part of the gang, or were sex offending associates of the gang etc. People playing it straight very obviously did not enjoy such largesse. People who had dared complain about the gang did not even get the basics to which they were legally entitled; others did eventually but after a very, very long wait.

Brown’s comments reminded me of something that I found out about in 1991. I discovered an older man living in a ‘care home’, ‘Lynnewood’, in Llanfairpwll on Anglesey, who had done really well in terms of disability benefits; he had even fulfilled that nightmare of the tabloids, he had acquired a car which was paid for by the DSS. This man had gained the goodies on the grounds that he had serious, advanced heart disease. He was a heavy smoker and although he lied to the Top Docs telling them that he’d ‘given up’, even the Top Docs of north Wales would have known immediately that this was untrue. Not only did he appear around the locality with a fag in his mouth at all times but his fingers were impressively nicotine stained. After enjoying the goodies for quite some time, he was offered and then underwent heart surgery, of the sort that one is not usually offered if one is a smoker on the grounds that it will be ineffective. This bloke got away with everything, quite transparently.

Then I discovered that his ex-wife had formerly worked as Dafydd’s secretary at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. She had told her husband everything; about the sexual, physical and financial abuse of patients, the illegal detentions, Dafydd’s constant sexual harassment of female staff, the lot. Some years after this couple divorced, his wife died, after moving away from north Wales to a city. She fell from the window of a tower block and it was attributed to ‘suicide’. She had never been clinically depressed. I wondered how the gang were going to contain and silence this bloke, because he would have presented a substantial threat to them. The reason I got to know him was that I was working in Lynnewood, where he had been placed to recover from his surgery.

I had been working there a matter of days when I noticed the usual for ‘care homes’ in north Wales. Neglect and abuse of patients. The ‘matron’ of the ‘care home’, Lynn Jones, was a former GP’s receptionist who had achieved a degree of notoriety when in that job, first as a result of shagging one of the Top Doctors who was married to someone else at the time and then by being sacked from the surgery for stealing from the practice. So what could have been more logical than to install her as a warden in a care home.

The man who had the dirt on Dafydd was the only resident who was not a mental health patient. The others were psych patients from Gwynedd and one was an older woman who was quite vulnerable. Lynn Jones told me that she enjoyed belittling and ‘psychologically torturing’ this patient because Lynn ‘hated her’. The female patient whom Jones hated so much told me that Jones was stealing from her. This patient later told me that she had found goods of hers in Lynn Jones’s bags, but that was after I had left the job. The home was owned by a local businessman who was nicknamed Christmas, as a result of having been born on Christmas Day. I think that his surname might have been Jones. As usual, the ‘care home’ charged a great deal of money for a not very good, cheapskate service. The fees were paid by Gwynedd Social Services.

The home was located in the centre of Llanfairpwll, so there were neighbours. One neighbour was a retired matron who was frank in her opinion that the conditions in Lynnewood were completely unsuitable for patients and that Lynn Jones should not have been near vulnerable people. Another old lady who lived nearby was also very worried about the way that the patients were treated. Both of these neighbours urged the residents of Lynnewood to ‘get out of there as soon as you can’. The mental health patients were in no position to do that, they had been placed there by the mental health services.

My post ‘A Possible Reason For All Those Prescriptions’ provides further details of Lynnewood. I said in that post that the residents of Lynnewood were Hergest patients, but I worked at Lynnewood just before Hergest had been finished, they were, to be precise, patients who had been in the old psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd, Seiriol and Dwynwen Wards.

The man who had been married to Dafydd’s secretary wasn’t as fragile as the other patients. He was sharp, he didn’t like Lynn Jones and he became very angry when he found that she was keeping ‘clinical notes’ about the residents. He observed, quite rightly, that she did not have the knowledge, qualifications or right to make such notes. At first I told him that basically Lynn Jones was ridiculous and it didn’t really matter what nonsense she wrote about them all, it was meaningless. Then I became a bit more worried. Lynn Jones began asking me what I thought about this man and the circumstances of his ex-wife’s death, because he ‘was not a very nice man’. The speculation mounted. Did I think that he had driven her to commit suicide? I replied that she died years after they divorced. I was told yes, but he really was such a terrible man that he probably caused it all. I could see what was happening here. The man who had challenged Lynn Jones and her abusive behaviour was being constructed as a monster, who had possibly been involved in his wife’s death. Very Dafydd.

Lynn Jones was so vile that I left the job after only a few weeks. I later bumped into the man who had been married to Dafydd’s secretary in Bangor and he told me that Christmas had sacked Lynn Jones after she stole several hundred quid from him and then closed the home because it wasn’t making enough money. Dafydd’s secretary’s former husband was back living in his own house and the other residents had been moved to other homes.

I wondered at the time if Dafydd was something to do with Lynnewood, it had all the hallmarks of a Dafydd enterprise. Furthermore, Lynn Jones would never have been able to access a supply of patients and neither would Christmas, he had never worked in health and social care before yet alone had any qualifications in the field. There was a Top Doctor somewhere who was tapping into a supply of patients for this ‘care home’. Just before I left Lynnewood, a patient from Rampton arrived…

When I was at Lynnewood, after I exchanged Dafydd-experiences with Dafydd’s former secretary’s ex-husband – Dafydd et al were still having me arrested on a regular basis – he said ‘I’m bloody sick of that man’. I later found out that he had rung Dafydd and said to him, in Welsh, ‘What do you think you’re doing to Sally you bastard bach, leave her alone.’ Two years ago, when I was examining my documents, I found a detailed note from Dafydd, which must have been referring to that call. Dafydd was determined to find out who had made the call and what the person who made it knew about me. A note had been circulated by Dafydd, including to the police and Dafydd had observed that whoever made the call had a ‘local accent, probably Bangor’.

I very much suspect that Lynnewood was linked to Dafydd’s business interests in some way and it is likely that Dafydd realised that I was working there and had exchanged anecdotes with his former secretary’s ex-husband. It could well have been why Lynn Jones was gathering ‘evidence’ regarding that man’s ‘nastiness’ and the way in which he might have been responsible for his ex-wife’s death. No doubt ‘evidence’ was being gathered on me as well. Thank God Lynn Jones continued with her thieving ways, was caught and sacked, thus blowing any chances of her and Dafydd getting together and lying to the police about the two dangerous nutters, who knows even murderers, who had got through the doors of Lynnewood.

Lest readers believe that Lynn’s thieving ways led to a totally happy ending with Lynn Jones removed from the sphere of people whom she could enjoy causing as much distress as possible, I have to disappoint you. Lynn Jones got another job – as the live-in warden of the flats for disabled people owned and managed by the North Wales Housing Association in Llangefni. Where there were numerous complaints about Lynn Jones bullying and abusing tenants. Lynn was not removed.

Blow the whistle on criminal conduct in health and social care? You’ll never work again. Get a job as a receptionist, shag a Top Doctor, get sacked for stealing, get another job, abuse patients, steal hundreds from your employer, get sacked again? You’ll be given a properly paid, full-time job with accommodation, ‘looking after’ vulnerable people. Furthermore, you’ll stay in the post in the face of numerous serious complaints.

I have since been told that the GP on Anglesey was not the only Top Doctor who lived on Anglesey with whom Lynn Jones explored Uganda…

No wonder she was bomb proof.

Lynn Jones was busy trying to construct a witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing as a possible murderer right in the middle of the North Wales Police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire.

 

People who have followed this blog from its beginning will know that the North Wales Housing Association equals Gwynedd Social Services where colluding with crime at the expense of the people to whom it supposed to be providing a service is concerned. See previous posts for details. Readers will also recall that the deal struck between the paedophile gang and a predatory woman to fleece F – Bob Tresman’s patient who witnessed abuse of boys in the care of Gwynedd County Council and was rash enough to challenge the social workers over it as well as tell other people what was going on – and deny him access to his child while that child grew up in the care of a family which included two child abusers, involved the North Wales Housing Association. One of the material rewards for the predators were two North Wales Housing Association new builds in Bethesda, one for the mother of the baby who was hijacked and a house next door for her daughter (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’). That NWHA bit of the scam involved Gwynedd Councillor Dafydd Orwig.

Someone else moved into a North Wales Housing Association new build just months later, down the road from the predators – Olga, another predator who had set up the honey trap to snare F in the first place. I need to mention here that at the time – 1993 – social housing was at a real premium in Gwynedd, there was a very great shortage and families with several children waited a long time for housing. So it was obviously fishy when the predators all received NWHA properties in the village of their choice, in close proximity to teach other, when they had been on the waiting list only a matter of weeks.

Olga really landed on her feet because Olga had previously been such a bad tenant that under normal circumstances she would have had great trouble finding someone else willing to let a property to her. While the dastardly plan was being constructed and implemented, Olga lived in a house in Rachub known as ‘The Bakery’, which she rented from, as might be expected, The Baker. Olga’s house was the house next door to the bakery in Rachub, but the bakery had expanded so greatly that it had relocated to a much bigger premises at the end of the road. There was another bakery in Rachub as well, a much smaller bakery which was located in the village square, near the shops. The bakery owned by Olga’s landlord was a massive bakery when considered in the context of the size of Rachub. It was known as Cae Pobty Groes and employed much of the population of Rachub, especially the young people. Every other person seemed to work in the bakery.

I always wondered how that bakery thrived because most other businesses didn’t. Gwynedd had a terrible economic climate, Bethesda was full of shops available at very low rents, so hopeful people would take them on and try to sell crafts, hippy clothes, etc but would be out of business within months having lost a great deal of money. The only shop that seemed to be doing OK and which was sustainable was Spar in Bethesda. Yet the Rachub bakery was really busy, it worked all night and vans would distribute their produce right across Gwynedd. It has become very obvious to me in the past few years that, in the way that if someone crossed the path of Dafydd’s gang they would be put out of business no matter how sound their business was, the only businesses which thrived in the way that Cae Pobty Groes did was if there was some sort of collusion with the gang.

I was always aware of the tales from certain people who, in the 1970s and 80s, had moved to Gwynedd, often to run a little business and who had very, very bad experiences. You would hear of people who had upped and gone, saying that they had never met such vicious malicious bastards and how could people be so unpleasant. The sadness was that it was nearly always blamed on ‘the Welsh’. It wasn’t ‘the Welsh’, it was that sodding trafficking gang, they made everyone’s lives an absolute misery. People who knew the ropes would never, ever dare take them on, they knew what would be coming their way. It was the unsuspecting who, when met with threats and intimidation, would take the view ‘you are not going to do this to me’ and go into battle. They would find that no-one would back them up, no-one, even those who privately would be very sympathetic. Everyone was simply terrified of the gang.

It’s over Dafydd. You might not have realised it yet deluded old git that you are, but you are finished, as are your henchmen.

 

When Olga lived at ‘The Bakery’, she trashed the house and left it in a very bad way. I didn’t know the baker but I was told that he was not happy. It didn’t matter, no-one pursued Olga to cough up for the damage, she just moved straight into that nice NWHA place in Bethesda, her reward for shafting An Enemy Of The Paedophiles.

Records at Companies House name two of the Directors of Cae Pobty Groes as being Marion Williams and Gwyn Williams, who’s addresses are given as Tan-y-Bwlch Road, Llanllechid, which is the location of that bakery. However, the business is registered at a Manchester address…

Whatever is going on re the bakery, perhaps someone would like to provide full details of Olga’s role in fleecing and framing a victim of the trafficking gang and give the names of everyone else involved.

 

 

Recent posts regarding the cartel of Top Docs right across north Wales who got together and ensured that no woman could access an NHS abortion – even years after abortion was legalised – yet were happy to refer any woman who had money for any reason at all to a private abortion clinic in Chester caused someone who was a victim of the gang in the 1970s/80s to e mail me. She has given me the names of schools on Anglesey which she tells me were locations of activity for the abuse gang and she also maintains that staff at Stanley Hospital at St Asaph were involved with the gang. Liz Stables worked at the Stanley Hospital, the Angel who spent years helping D.G.E. Wood facilitate the part of the gang which operated in the Student Health Centre at UCNW. Eirian Llwyd, the wife of the former Deputy FM for Wales, Ieuan Wyn Jones, also worked as an Angel/midwife at the Stanley Hospital in St Asaph (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’). My correspondent has asked me if I knew the name of the abortion clinic in Chester which had the arrangement with the trafficking gang because she too found out what was going on but was never able to find out the name of the clinic.

Until earlier today, I was in exactly the same position as my correspondent. I know that women were being offered private abortions on demand by Top Docs in north Wales, including by D.G.E. Wood, if they agreed to hand over the dosh. I know women who didn’t even want abortions who were offered abortions in Chester. But I never ever found out the name of the ‘clinic’. However, this afternoon, I received an e mail telling me that the Grosvenor Nuffield Nursing Home in Chester was licensed to perform abortions from 1981. The Grosvenor Nuffield was the private hospital in Chester – Dafydd held ‘clinics’ there until he was thrown out by the Grosvenor Nuffield in the late 1980s/early 1990s.

Looks like abortions in north Wales were pretty much Dafydd’s domain then.

I have come across another phenomenon: Dafydd and the gang telling third parties that women who had complained about them had had abortions when those women most definitely had not. The gang forged documentation as well, so it is entirely possible that these abortions which never took place are appearing on the records of girls and women whom that lot wished to discredit. I know of one woman who was completely baffled when she was told by some relatives that she had had an abortion when she lived in north Wales. Not only had she never had an abortion or even requested one, but she had a liberal view of abortion herself and had supported friends who had had abortions. She would never have hidden the fact or lied if anyone had ever asked her if she had ever had a pregnancy terminated. At the time she just presumed that this was just one more bit of insanity emanating from some relatives who were nuts at the best of times, but as the enormity of Dafydd’s ring and their crimes became evident in the wake of Waterhouse etc she began wondering exactly what it might all have been about.

Tried and tested mid-20th century smears were routinely applied to Women Who Complained. At the Waterhouse Inquiry, Ronnie Waterhouse implied that Alison Taylor had given birth to a child who had been adopted and had given birth to another baby before she was married. A Doubly Scarlet Woman! Neither allegation was true. One of Alison’s children is indeed adopted – she was adopted by Alison – and Alison had been married for some time before her other child was born. Not that it would have mattered if this had not been the case, but while Alison was giving evidence about the most serious crime, Waterhouse was concerning himself with whether she had been married when her baby was born.

This was in 1997. Miranda was PM. Alison was questioned about these matters in public. Where were the Wimmin in the face of this fuckwittery?

 

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This Woman Was Labour MP For Cynon Valley And A Member Of The International Development Select Committee.
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This Woman Was Married To A Windbag And Was Labour MEP For South Wales East.
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This Woman Was Working As A Human Rights Lawyer And Was Married To The PM. Their Friend Michael Beloff QC Had During Recent Years Provided Legal Advice To The Insurers Of Clwyd County Council, As Children In The Care Of Clwyd County Council Were Raped, Beaten, Starved, Trafficked And Forced To Have Sex With Animals While This Was Filmed.
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The Welsh Language Board was put on a statutory basis as a consequence of the Welsh Language Act 1993. Previous posts (eg. The Cradle Of Filth’) have discussed how the Tory Gov’t were persuaded to pass a Welsh Language Act which they were lukewarm about at very best by that bestest friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles, Lord Wyn Roberts. The Welsh Language Gov’t Bill which led the to Act was introduced to the Lords in Dec 1992; received it’s second reading in Jan 1993; the Report on the Bill was presented to the Lords in Feb 1993; the third reading of the Bill in the Lords took place in Feb 1993. The second reading of the Bill in the Commons took place on 26 May 1993 and was unopposed. The Report and the third reading of the Bill in the Commons took place on 15 July 1993.

In Dec 1992, F’s baby was born at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Within two weeks F had been ejected from the family home, was made destitute and had been denied all access to his baby. In Feb 1993, Jackie Brandt, the Gwynedd social worker who had previously unlawfully detained me, refused to answer any questions about the matter and had subsequently perjured herself in Court in Chester in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’), told the North Wales Police that I had screamed and yelled at her in Safeways in Bangor, such that she thought that I was going to ‘attack’ her. I was with F at the time and I had not said anything to Brandt at all in Safeways. Although Brandt made allegations about both F and me, it was only me who was subsequently charged with causing Brandt ‘fear and distress’ such that she ‘feared the use of immediate violence’. I was charged in March 1993. I pleaded not guilty and my trial took place in July 1993. Brandt admitted that she had lied and began crying in the witness box. She agreed with my solicitor Alwyn Jones that no, I had not said anything to her in Safeways, she had continued with her shopping and had not asked anyone in the busy store for help. There were no witnesses to my potentially murderous attack on Brandt in Safeways. I was found guilty because I had ‘stared at’ Brandt and I had to cough up £60.

The North Wales Police ended their investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire in 1992 and stated that they had found no evidence to suggest that such a ring existed.

The people who stuffed F over and Brandt were among the many people who were facilitating the paedophile ring which didn’t exist.

 

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At Bangor University’s Student Health Centre, students who became pregnant were offered abortions on demand at the ‘clinic’ in Chester if they paid up. Duncan Orme’s collegue, Fiona Woolmer the Wimmin’s Officer, produced documentation for students who were using the services of Wood’s abortionist pal in Chester, explaining the routine. Not the medical details obviously, although Fiona did explain that any student having an abortion must NOT travel to and back from the clinic by train, they had to get a friend to give them a lift there and back in a car. Why? Because according to Woolmer, after an abortion, travelling on a train is Dangerous, because women can bleed so heavily that they can die and that in the past, students had ‘had serious problems’ coming home on the train.

Now Fiona Woolmer was stupid but I wasn’t. I could not understand WHY girls were being told not to travel on a train post-termination because it was ‘dangerous’. No it isn’t, if a termination is carried out properly and the woman is looked after, there is no danger on trains or anywhere else.

That is IF the abortion is carried out properly. But those abortions at the ‘clinic’ in Chester were not being carried out properly were they Wood/Stables/Orme/Woolmer? You were sending girls to an abortionist who was demanding money from them because every Top Doctor in north Wales had conspired to unlawfully deny women access to NHS abortions and whoever that abortionist was, whether they were at the Grosvenor Nuffield or elsewhere, was known to be putting their lives as risk. Were there not proper facilities at the Grosvenor Nuffield? Because in 1984 no woman should have had to be warned that she might bleed to death after a termination if she sat on a train. You need to explain exactly why those terminations carried out at this mysterious private clinic in Chester were so dangerous.

1984 in Bangor and Chester. Not 1884. Not 1984 in Catholic South America. 1984 in Bangor and Chester.

What did you think that you were all doing? Abortion in Wales was legal, had been legal since 1967 and you were forcing women into the hands of a butcher who charged them for the pleasure of putting them at risk of dying.

 

Furthermore, there was great pressure on students who became pregnant to have abortions, because UCNW were wholly unsupportive to students who became pregnant and wanted to keep the baby. Such students were completely abandoned. I described in a previous post how a couple who graduated in 1984 (the same year as me) chose to keep their baby and wrote about it afterwards in the student magazine, telling of how they were in complete despair because no-one helped them, although they were delighted when their baby was born. One, or it might have been both, of those students, were English students. Peter Field was one of the lecturers in the School of English. Field is an enthusiastic Catholic and when one of my friends began working in the School of English just a few years ago, she was gobsmacked when Field handed her a roll of anti-abortion stickers and told her that she might like to stick them onto students’ course work before returning it after marking. My friend did not avail herself of that opportunity.

Peter Field knew about the trafficking gang and he knew the reasons why they ruined the life of Dave Nunn, one of the lecturers from the School of English, after Dave Nunn had a breakdown. Dave Nunn subsequently became one of the Disappeared during the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry. See previous posts. Perhaps Field could shed light on this.

Although it was known that there was no support for students who wanted to keep babies if they became pregnant – indeed according to Fiona Woolmer’s Advice For Wimmin, some Depts were actually ordering students to leave UCNW immediately if they disclosed that they were pregnant – in 1983, one student in the Plant Biology Dept became pregnant and was treated very, very differently. She was treated exactly as everyone else should have been. She attended lectures but would have a kip in the junior common room if she needed; when she was very heavily pregnant, staff would arrange the furniture to ensure that she was comfortable and after she had the baby, Olivia, she took the baby into lectures and breast fed her on demand. Which was quite unusual for 1983 and very much at odds with the attitude shown towards other students.

At the time I thought that this student, Ruth Manion, was being treated more respectfully because she was a mature student – she was in her late 30s/early 40s – who did not allow herself to be kicked around like the younger students. Recently I have remembered a few things about Ruth Manion. She did not get on with a lot of the staff and some of them were downright rude about and to her. There was a bunfight in the zoology practical classes involving Ruth because she took issue with animal work. The demonstrators were ordered to pander to Ruth and pretend that creatures used in classes were not destroyed, although as one PhD student cheerily admitted to me ‘what she doesn’t know is that we chucked them all in the bin as soon as she left the lab.’ I’m not talking fluffy bunny rabbits here – they were cut up and chucked in the bin in the Pharmacology Dept at St George’s Hospital Medical School daily – the creatures in the zoology practicals at Bangor were weird little sea creatures. The Animal Liberation Front were not so concerned with their fate, but Ruth Manion was. There were bunnies and bigger mammals used for research at Bangor at the time, but they were secreted from view in the Animal House and were used for ‘research’ by the biochemists at Bangor who were working in collaboration with the Top Docs at Ysbytyt Gwynedd. There were no complaints at all about that from Ruth Manion or anyone else.

Ruth Manion had ended up as a student in the Dept of Plant Biology after she clashed with the Dept of Agriculture in a very big way in her first year. The Agri Dept was famously dysfunctional, was peopled by absolute bastards and grossly incompetent bastards at that, who conducted vicious personal attacks on students (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Mary Wynch had been working as a secretary in the Agri Dept when Dafydd and the gang had her arrested and unlawfully imprisoned. Not one of them supported Mary, even when her case made legal history and she was headline news a few years later. The Agri Dept had its own farm at Aber, which was a standing joke among local farmers in Gwynedd as well as the offspring of the landowners who enrolled for Agri degrees at UCNW, because College Farm went bankrupt. It was bailed out by UCNW, rebranded as University Farm because that sounded grander and also because students could be openly heard mocking ‘College Farm’ while doing imitations of J.B. Owen, the tosser of the Head of the Agri Dept. A few years later, University Farm went bankrupt again. The locals absolutely howled with laughter.

Years later, two farmers in the Ogwen Valley told me that Prof J.B. Owen was the problem and that he was nasty, spiteful, grossly incompetent and furthermore was Of Dafydd’s Gang. J.B. Owen was from a landowning family on Anglesey and his forebears had donated the money which founded the Agri Dept at UCNW. He wasn’t in post when Dafydd arrested Mary; J.B. Owen was Called Home from Aberdeen University (see previous posts) as the distress flare was sent up in the wake of Mary beginning litigation.

While all this was happening, Richard Howarth, the Prof of Agricultural Economics, was appointed as an adviser to Thatcher’s Gov’t. Howarth disappeared without trace in the mid-1990s, as the Waterhouse Inquiry approached. See previous posts.

Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies, the old boy who spent much of his career at Imperial College after graduating from UCNW in the Dark Ages and who came from Liberal Party Royalty (see post ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’), served as Chairman of the Finance Committee at UCNW for 23 years, including throughout the serial bankruptcies of the Agri Dept’s farm, so Wynn must have been one of those who was nodding through the millions to bail out the Agri Dept. UCNW was known to have had very serious financial problems for many, many years. The Treasurer of UCNW for eons until he died a few years ago was Elwyn Jones, a bent solicitor from Bangor. Elwyn Jones was a twat of the highest order, he spent most of his time at Bangor Golf Club with the other paedophiles’ friends while his clients were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang. Elwyn Jones did provide an excellent service to one client though – the woman who fleeced F and hijacked his baby.

Elwyn had been her lawyer for years and knew her family. I saw the letters that Elwyn wrote to F and the fallacious allegations within, as well as the constant demands for money, although Elwyn Jones knew that F had been left destitute. As F sat in Ysbyty Gwynedd penniless – he was admitted to the psych ward by Tony Francis because of the concern that the stress would exacerbate his long-standing illness, or at least that was the cover-story – he received a demand from Elwyn and his client that F should sell the only thing that he still owned, a second hand car that he had purchased at the request of his former partner when she became pregnant. After the car was duly flogged, F heard no more. The demands for money began just after F married again when Elwyn began demanding money from F’s new wife… Elwyn was told to fuck off.

Elwyn Jones was the son of another Bangor solicitor and the former Labour MP for Conwy, another Elwyn Jones, but a Sir Elwyn Jones. Not to be confused with another crooked solicitor of a paedophiles’ friends, the Elwyn Jones of a previous era who became the Attorney General, Lord Elwyn-Jones. See previous posts for info on the two bent Elwyn Jones’s. Elwyn Jones the son of Sir Elwyn, as opposed to Lord Elwyn, shared a practice in Bangor with David Jones, the Freemason and at present the Tory MP for Clwyd West, who when he was young, worked as a solicitor in Ruthin, in the same practice as the loyal paedophiles’ friend Ieuan Wyn Jones. Ruthin is the nearest town to Denbigh. Ieuan Wyn Jones was born in Denbigh and his dad was a Nonconformist Minister in the area. David Jones’s wife is an Angel and both David and the Angel are opposed to abortion! Cameron appointed David Jones Secretary of State for Wales when Cameron was organising the Review and whitewash of the Waterhouse Inquiry by Lady Justice Julia Macur. See post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’ for more info on David Jones and his network of paedophiles’ friends.

 

I now realise that Ruth Manion will have gained knowledge of some sort of wrongdoing at UCNW and because she was a woman to make a fuss – a REAL fuss, not just polite complaints a la the monsters Baker and Brown – when she became pregnant, people were very, very careful how they treated her. By the time that Ruth was pregnant, she was a student in the Plant Biology Dept where D.G.E. Wood’s wife Chris Wood worked as a senior lecturer. Furthermore, one of the Profs in the Dept of Plant Biology was Peter Greig-Smith, who knew the Cambridge botanist Prof Edred Henry Corner, who was Douglas Hurd’s uncle (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hurd was one of those in Thatcher’s Cabinet who was concealing the crime in north Wales. Greig-Smith’s son, another Peter, was a Top Doc in Liverpool, another branch of Dafydd’s Empire Of Crime.

It has been suggested to me that the stick that Ruth Manion was wielding was her knowledge of what was happening to me, but I suspect that she uncovered crap in the Agri Dept before she ever knew me. The Agri Dept had some sort of connection with the 5th Lord Kenyon, Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, who for decades was the President of UCNW and whose son Thomas was caught sexually abusing a boy in care in north Wales but who faced no charges. Thomas subsequently made allegations of theft against the boy, who was sent to a detention centre. Thomas died of HIV/AIDS in 1993, just weeks apart from his dad. Lord Kenyon was, among many, many other things: a Director of Lloyds Bank; Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority; a Flintshire County Councillor; a member of the North Wales Police Authority; the most senior Freemason in north Wales… See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’. Lord Kenyon had ‘interests in agriculture and health’.

No-one was going to tangle with Ruth Manion when she fell out with the Agri Dept. After clashing with J.B Owen, Ruth Manion was rescued by Prof John Harper, the other Prof in the Dept of Plant Biology, who recommended that she change course and join the Plant Biology Dept. John Harper was a plant population biologist. So I was intrigued to find that after the paedophiles’ friend in heavy camouflage, Prof Eric Sunderland, became Principal of UCNW in 1984 when the paedophiles in distress sent up yet more flares, he co-authored with John Harper. See previous posts. Eric Sunderland was a social anthropologist and he and Harper worked really hard to find a way of combining their research interests to produce that paper. These days cross-disciplinary research is encouraged, but even now, social scientists and ecologists have only recently begun working together. Eric and Harper might have been changing the academic landscape, but they only did it once, in that paper and no-one noticed anyway.

I was told by a retired biologist from Bangor a few years ago that John Harper was a fraud and plagiarised nearly all of his work from his PhD students and post docs. So who’s work was ripped off by two paedophiles’ friends in senior positions at UCNW then?

The father of Ruth Manion’s baby was a post-doc in the Dept of Zoology called Daniel. After the baby was born, Daniel landed a really plum job out in I think Egypt, when such jobs were virtually impossible to get. Ruth stayed in north Wales for a while and then left the area.

Ruth’s baby Olivia was born with a displaced hip and was operated on as a newborn. Once again, those Top Docs who treated everyone like turds were very, very nice to Ruth. It won’t have made them competent surgeons, but Ruth won’t have been in any position to assess their clinical skills; the point was that they kept smiles on their faces and civil tongues in their heads in front of Ruth, there was no screaming at her to withdraw her complaints or telling her that they felt like throwing her down the stairs.

This all took place in the University of which Carlo was Chancellor. Young women students sent into the hands of an abortionist who was known to be so dodgy that their lives were at risk.

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Where does this leave the wisdom of Laurens van der Post?

 

Although women with money in north Wales were able to access abortion on demand from the dangerous sleazebag in Chester, women without money could not, under any circumstances. If they did request an NHS abortion, as explained in recent posts, they were sent to Denbigh to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd. After which they would still be refused an abortion, no matter what they agreed to do with him. So where did those babies go? I know that some were forcibly and illegally removed from their mothers and handed over for adoption, but there are huge numbers left unaccounted for.

Westminster Gov’ts knew that this was happening. Abortion and birth statistics have been compiled for years and indeed I have recently found the abortion stats for England and Wales from 1971 onward, in ‘The Guardian’  Political Almanac 1993/4 that I purchased recently when I was rooting around in a second hand bookshop. My, that book brought back memories and there are a few interesting things in there. However, the figures for abortions in England and Wales since 1971 were not broken down, only combined figures were provided. Yet Gov’t data sets will have the broken down figures and it will have been known that there were no NHS abortions being performed in north Wales, throughout the 1970s and the 80s. Ministers in every political party will have known it and certainly all politicians with any responsibilities for Wales or the NHS will have known. It will have been why the famously anti-abortion Ann Widdecombe, who knew bugger all about north Wales and cared even less, targeted Anglesey as a suitable seat when she was seeking nomination as a Tory Parliamentary candidate (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). All the County Councillors across north Wales will have known it as well, including this superannuated Blair’s babe who was elected for Conwy in May 1997, as the Waterhouse Inquiry insulted the victims of Dafydd’s gang:

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Not only is Betty a former Gwynedd County Councillor and the former Mayor of Arfon, but she was born in the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’). Betty are you sure that your mum was the person whom you thought that she was, what with all that abducting of babies in the St David’s Laundry? Betty trained with the best paedophiles’ friends at the Normal College, Bangor. Betty subsequently worked in a community centre and for Christian Aid. Betty refused to respond to constituents who told her that they had been abused by the mental health services in north Wales.

The Brothers Grimm knew about the ‘no abortions unless you had over the filthy lucre to the filthy man in Chester’ policy:

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Gordon Bennett knew:

 

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They all bloody well knew.

 

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‘Is the coast clear of those elderly paedophiles yet, is it safe to sneak out of school and go and buy some ciggies?’

 

Herman and his Hermits also had hits with ‘Oh You Pretty Things’ and ‘You Won’t Be Leaving’.

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Top Doctors in other parts of the UK will have been fully aware of what their colleagues in north Wales were up to, particularly Top Doctors working in Obs and Gynae and Paeds. While I was rooting around in the bookshop where I found ‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4, I found another volume by a Top Doc of yesteryear – Dr Hugh Jolly. People who had children in the 1970s will never forget dear old Hugh Jolly, star of TV and radio. Hugh Jolly was the Top Doc to go to at that time in terms of advice re pregnancy, birth and child care. Jolly took over from Benjamin Spock, the guru of the previous generation.

I purchased – for £1 – Jolly’s ‘Book Of Child Care’ (1975), ‘a complete guide for today’s parents’, published by Sphere Books Ltd, of Gray’s Inn Road, London. The book came highly recommended by ‘Women’s Weekly’ – who described Dr Jolly as ‘England’s leading paediatrician – as well as ‘The Times’. There’s a nice photo of Hugh on the back cover, looking pompous but almost approachable, wearing a bow tie and what Viz magazine would call an ‘insincere smile’.

I had a quick flick through the volume and I was glad to find that Hugh was full of sensible advice, reassuring parents not to freak out about nudity, masturbation or other infant habits which can elicit over-reactions. Hugh does however warn his readers that children need to be warned about child molesters and thus one must tell them that they must ‘never accept lifts or go off with strangers because a few mentally ill people wish to harm little children’.

 

 

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Christ, here’s another one on the horizon, backs against the wall lads…


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Hugh Jolly died in March 1986, two months before Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School was jailed for the possession of child porn. Ollie was a key figure in the pan-European paedophile ring of which Dafydd et al in north Wales/Cheshire were a part. Many of Ollie’s colleagues at St George’s knew what he was doing and some of them assisted him.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows Online’ tells us that Hugh Jolly ‘was born in the Isle of Man, where his father was a Reverend Canon…Hugh was educated at Marlborough College and Sydney Sussex College, Cambridge, where he was in the water polo team, before proceeding to the London Hospital. He used to recall that even as a student he was fascinated by paediatrics, so much so that he would run the two miles from his teaching hospital to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children, Hackney, in order to arrive for the rounds on time – chewing sandwiches on the way.

Children in Hackney were targeted by organised abuse gangs as long ago as the 1950s and during the 1970s and 80s they were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and then trafficked back down to London (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’). The Top Docs of the London Hospital knew what was happening.

[Jolly] qualified…in 1942. This was during the 1939-45 war and post-qualification jobs had to be few before joining the Services. Hugh’s were at the London [Hospital]. He then joined the RAMC, serving in the United Kingdom, Normandy and North West Europe; ending his service with the rank of captain and dermatologist to the Allied Forces in the Netherland East Indies, a speciality he quoted as being invaluable in his subsequent career.

After the war he renewed his acquaintance with paediatrics as house physician to Wilfrid Sheldon, later Sir Wilfrid, the first Royal paediatrician, at the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street. There was immediate empathy between them and they shared an enthusiasm for a clearer understanding of children’s illnesses, as well as a sense of humour and a lifelong love of gardening.

Hugh Jolly realized that to be a ‘whole’ paediatrician he needed a knowledge of paediatric surgery and at considerable personal and financial sacrifice (he was poor in those days) he opted to postpone promotion and become a house surgeon at the same hospital before climbing the usual medical ladder to senior registrar. In November 1951 he was appointed consultant in Plymouth; the first full-time paediatrician in an area which included large parts of Devon and Somerset as well as the whole of Cornwall. There were only part-time paediatricians in Taunton and Truro, between Bristol and Land’s End. For the first three months he elected to become a ‘resident’ again, at the Children’s Hospital, Cincinatti. Back in Plymouth, only a man of his enormous energy could have achieved so much. His new ‘cubicalized’ ward attracted innumerable admiring visitors, even from abroad. He broke the isolation of children in hospital by encouraging parents to live in with their children, as well as by daily visiting.

 

A Top Doctor Who Knew About The Horrors In North Wales Who Was Elected As A Labour MP For Plymouth In 1966, Retaining The Seat Until He Went To The Lords In April 1992, Days Before The Brighton Firebomb Killed Five Witnesses To The North Wales Child Abuse Scandal:

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Hugh made over 400 domiciliary visits annually, always with the general practitioner (the limit for payment was 200 visits), and he found time to visit prisoners in Princetown gaol to talk to the pre-release groups about the problems they would have to face on return to family life, and also to understand better the criminal mind.

During his first 10 years as a consultant he attended a vast number of medical meetings, where he always made penetrating and usually apposite remarks. In later years they were often more controversial. At this time he also managed to be honorary secretary of the paediatric section of the Royal Society of Medicine. There were no motorways to London then, so he travelled by car in the small hours. He infuriated his junior staff by doing a full ward round at about 4 a.m, with only the frightened night sister, before leaving for London. When the juniors came on duty at the normal time they had to sort out the myriad instructions left by ‘the boss’. They got their own back: Jolly crept in for his usual morning round, but this time he found his whole staff standing strictly to attention in starched white coats, or nurse’s uniforms.

I knew people who worked as Angels, including paediatric Angels, in the West Country in those days. I heard a great deal about the criminal wrongdoing in the NHS similar to that which prevailed in north Wales, but it seems to have been on a smaller scale in the West Country. It was however most definitely there and the people involved had links to Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Small wonder that in 1960 he was invited to join Doyne Bell at Charing Cross Hospital, London. In 1965 he became paediatrician in charge at Charing Cross, a post he retained until he retired in 1983. He turned his energies to the handicapped, and the child development centre at Charing Cross is a fitting memorial. He was also medical adviser to the Chailey Heritage Hospital. Generations of medical students flocked to his ward rounds and outpatients, as indeed did swarms of visitors – including many from overseas.

From 1961-62 he was seconded as professor of child health to University College, Ibadan, Nigeria. This fired his interest in the child health problems of the developing world, which continued until his death.

Jolly was probably the most widely travelled paediatrician. He would often suggest alterations to the running of a service which were clearly common sense, but sometimes his enthusiasm to improve a situation blinded him to local difficulties so that his efforts were counterproductive. Not surprisingly, his ideas would either be so welcome that he was invited to return or the reaction would be ‘Never again!’

Hugh was particularly welcome in Australia where he was a member of the Panel of Assessors, National Health and Medical Research Council, as well as adviser to ‘Parents’ Centres’ and the Nursing Mothers’ Association. His views on bereavement were movingly set out in a broadcast in Sydney in 1977 and later published: ‘Loss of a baby’, Aust.Paediatr. J. March 1978.

In the UK, there is still no support for parents who have lost a baby.

He examined abroad at the Universities of Benin and Nsukka, Nigeria; at Singapore and Riyadh, and at home for the Universities of Glasgow, Liverpool and London, as well as for the MRCP and DCH. As always, he demanded high standards which earned him a hawkish reputation, Other appointments included the Tropical Medicine Research Board, Medical Research Council, the advisory council of the British Society of Music Therapy, the editorial board of Excerpta Medica, the Bureau of Overseas Medical Service, the Down’s Children Association, the National Association for Hospital Play Staff, Nuclear Weapons FREEZE, Family Planning Association, Exploring Parenthood, and the Institute for Social Inventions – all examples of his catholic interest in wide areas of child care which was reflected in his departments both in Plymouth and at Charing Cross. Psychiatrists, psychologists and play therapists (Hugh was one of the first to introduce the latter) cooperated with him to establish a free and happy atmosphere where previously the rigidity of departments geared to adults had been the rule.

His first book, Sexual precocity, Springfield,111.,Thomas, 1955, gave the clearest understanding of the problem at that time and was a culmination of his thesis for MD Cantab, which won him the coveted Raymond Horton Smith prize. There followed a succession of books and articles, nearly all written in the small hours – sleep hardly seemed necessary. His student textbook Diseases of children, Oxford, Blackwell, first appeared in 1964; the fifth edition, in collaboration with M Levene, appeared in 1985 only shortly before his death. Its universal popularity speaks for its clarity and explains why it was translated into other languages. Even more widely successful was his Book of child care, London, Allen and Unwin, 1975, which ran to four editions and appeared in six other languages. His regular column in The Times during the 1970s culminated in collected articles (c.1973) entitled Common sense about babies and children, London, Unwin Paperbacks, 1983 and More common sense about babies, London, Pelham (also Sphere), 1978. Two new books appeared the year before he died: The First five years and The Grandparents’ handbook, London, Pagoda Books, 1985. In his later years he concentrated on bereavement and greatly influenced obstetricians, paediaticians and general practitioners to react more sympathetically to parents of stillbirths and miscarriages.

I’m not sure how Hugh Jolly influenced them because it is acknowledged that the treatment of such parents is still usually fairly brutal.

He also drew attention to the problem of the dying child. It was not surprising that the British Paediatric Association elected him an honorary member in 1985. He was also an honorary member of the section of paediatrics of the Royal Society of Medicine.

Through his numerous writings in medical and lay journals, and in newpapers, and by his appearances on television and his talks on radio, Hugh sought to establish a wider understanding of his patients: of their health, their behaviour, their illnesses and anxieties. This naturally involved parents and he was never happier than when talking through their difficulties. As a parent, it is unpleasant to hear oneself upbraided, but Jolly never spared the feelings of others if he believed he was acting in the best interests of his patient, whether the latter be newly born or a tyrannical teenager. He recognized that this upset parents, even to anger, but he would argue passionately in defence of his stance.

Translates as: ‘An absolute turd who lied about his own expertise and achievements, colluded with and concealed abuse and malpractice and utilised the time honoured method of blaming the patients.

 

Other media friendly Top Docs of the 1970s and 80s will have known of the abattoir in north Wales/Cheshire, including the star of the Mirror’s and ‘TV Times’ magazine’s ‘Dear Miriam’ pages, which so entertained Brown’s brother when he was a teenager:

 

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That’s the Auntie Miriam of Baroness Oona of Diversity and Blair:

 

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For information on Miriam’s links with those who ran the cesspit in north Wales and how she helped to keep it out of the media, see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’. For details of Baroness Oona and her extensive network of Wimmin and People With Radical Consciences, see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’

 

The impossibility of accessing NHS abortions in north Wales had another consequence that showed up as a statistical outlier by the 1990s, after pregnant women and their families began to resist the pressure from Top Docs to be ‘assessed’ at Denbigh by Dafydd – a very high rate of one parent families. ‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4 tells us that the 1991 census showed that Arfon (the area of Gwynedd which includes Bangor and Caernarfon, but excludes Anglesey, the Llyn and south Gwynedd) was among the 20 local authorities in England and Wales with the highest proportion of one parent families. The figure for Arfon was exactly the same as the figure for Bradford and all other local authorities in the ‘Top 20′ were inner city areas known for social-economic disadvantage. Arfon is in rural north Wales, with a completely different linguistic and cultural profile. It sticks out like a sore thumb, of course people will have noticed.

Could this be why good sociologists were so unwelcome at Bangor University? Sociologists who could understand data sets and ask the right questions about the glaring anomalies, rather than just spout crap about Wimmin, Diversity and Equality?

Cardiff and Swansea featured in the Top 20 of Shame and Scroungers as well. All other local authorities in the Top 20 have now been revealed to have had a problem with grooming and trafficking gangs. Of course that could never have been the case in Cardiff, Swansea and Arfon, all those investigations and inquiries looked for the evidence but there was none, no evidence at all.

In 1992, the Welsh Office under John Major’s Gov’t published The Patient’s Charter for Wales (in April); the Parent’s Charter For Wales (in Sept) and the Tenants’ Charter for Wales (in Sept). The Secretary of State for Wales at the time was David Hunt, who did everything possible to collude with and conceal the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. The deaths of Empowered Service Users, the abuse of kids in care and Empowered Service Users living in accommodation so bad that someone in Llanberis was reputed to be living in a cave continued apace after the publication of the Charters.

The Angel who was the key worker for the Empowered Service User who was living a cave near Llanberis was a man called Jed (or Ged).

‘We didn’t know.’

 

‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4 also contained some data sets concerning the historical clear-up rates for different police forces in England and Wales. In 1979, the North Wales Police had one of the best clear up rates! However did they manage that when Dafydd’s gang had such a grip on the region that in 1978 a respectable middle aged university secretary was arrested, illegally imprisoned, banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year and none of the very serious white collar criminals involved ever stood trial? Clues as to the origins of the exemplary performance of the North Wales Police can be found in my post ‘Top Of The Cops’.

 

The Top Docs are being skilfully edited when they are interviewed in the media at the moment. Yesterday’s guest on Desert Island Discs was the neurosurgeon Henry Marsh, who was gushed over by the hideous Scottish woman who presents that programme. Henry trotted out his Media Narrative – I’ve heard it many times before, Henry has it well-rehearsed. He went to Oxford to do PPE, wasn’t happy, had an ill fated fling with an older lady, had a nervous breakdown, went into therapy at the hands of the Top Docs in Oxford and gosh were they good, Henry made a splendid recovery, landed a job as a porter in a hospital – one of the Top Docs got him the job – and Henry’s utter brilliance was spotted by a surgeon there who invited him into the theatre to watch surgery and at that point everyone realised that Henry Had To Be A Neurosurgeon. Thus it came to pass. As he reassured the Scottish gusher that he wasn’t an arrogant grandiose bastard, Henry selected a couple of Ry Cooder tracks along with the classical music to let us know that he was Down With The Kids. Henry did mention in passing that the problem with Top Docs earning big salaries is that some of them, just the odd few, can become corrupted. It’s not a big problem in the UK though, because they don’t earn enough for that to be happening.

At no point did Henry mention where he now teaches. Henry Marsh teaches at St George’s. Henry did fess up to working at the Atkinson Morley Hospital many moons ago, but he failed to explain that he has spent most of his career at the Atkinson Morley, which was the neurosurgical hospital attached to St George’s. Henry worked at the Atkinson Morley when I worked at St George’s and they were colluding with Dafydd’s gang and still facilitating the massive ring of which Ollie Brooke had been a major part just three years previously.

Professor Tom Burns, now of Oxford University, working alongside Bangor’s own Mindfulness guru Professor Mark Williams who previously worked with Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot), worked at the Atkinson Morley in 1990, when I told him what Dafydd et al were doing. Tom Burns told me face to face that he believed me, that he knew that this was going on, that ‘psychiatry attracts disturbed people’ and it was a big problem. Tom then wrote to Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt Occupational Health physician at St George’s and told him that he thought that I had a paranoid personality disorder. In Dec 1991, when Tony and Sadie Francis had me arrested on the basis of their perjury, unbeknown to me Mitchell-Heggs contacted Burns to ask for his ‘help’, but he refused, saying that he ‘had nothing to offer’ me. Burns was outed as an abusive psychiatrist in a fly on the wall Channel 4 documentary not long after I left St George’s and not long after that Burns joined the merry crew at Oxford’s Dept of Psychiatry.

Tom Burns is a Gov’t adviser and he was responsible for the introduction of Community Treatment Orders, which have been imposed on thousands of people who are being forcibly injected with anti-psychotic medication in the comfort of their own homes, if, deemed necessary, while being held down by police officers. Burns was told when he came up with his stroke of genius that this would be the result and he sneered heartily at the suggestion that Top Docs and Angels would ever do such things. Burns has recently admitted that CTOs ‘have not worked as I expected’ and he’s asking for them to be scrapped. They won’t be, because they are bloody well there now and ooh they play an important role in the treatment of loonies who Stop Their Medication.

I have received info telling me that my private meeting with Burns in 1990 was filmed by the security services. Because of Ollie Brooke, MI5 had the whole of St George’s wired. They have footage of me giving Burns the full details of my encounters with Dafydd et al and Burns snapping at me ‘You think I don’t believe you? You think I’m an idiot don’t you? I do believe you, I know that it is going on…’

Then bloody well make a statement about it Burns, because a linked ring was operating in your own place of work. Witnesses and children were murdered.

See previous posts for full details of my Tom Burns Experiences.

I have no idea whether Henry Marsh was one of those colluding with the gangs, but he knew that his colleagues were not behaving as they should. He worked at St George’s throughout the Chamberlain-Pearce Scandal, throughout the Stuart Campbell Scandal and throughout the Rashmi Varma Scandal… (See eg. post ‘Now Then…’) All these were big, big cases involving research fraud, criminal misconduct, patient harm, all at St George’s within a few short years of each other. One of Henry Marsh’s neurosurgeon colleagues from Atkinson Morley used to pop over to visit the lab at St George’s where I worked. He was friends with my former colleague, the dreadful Deb Everard, who was concealing the criminal malpractice in the Obs and Gynae Dept (see previous posts)…

But what could be expected? The Dean/Principal of St George’s was Sir William Asscher, who was headhunted from the University Hospital Cardiff, after Ollie Brooke was jailed and the previous Dean deposed. Asscher had spent his whole career in Cardiff concealing George Thomas’s offending in south Wales and Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Which is why he was called to help out at Paedophilia Grande in south London when disaster hit. See previous posts.

Desert Island Discs informed us that Henry Marsh’s stint as a porter took place at a hospital in the north east of England, the region which fed staff and children in care to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. He then bagged a place to read medicine at the Royal Free in Hampstead, another stronghold of Dafydd’s mates and the hospital where Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant was so appallingly treated that his mates got him out of there into a private hospital. Adam tried to talk to the media about the Royal Free, but a court order from a Top Doctor soon stopped that on the grounds that Adam didn’t know his own mind…

Duncan Orme kick-started his career in NHS management after doing all those favours for Dafydd and the traffickers with a training place at the Royal Free back in the 1980s…

So Henry Marsh has dropped in on all of Dafydd’s mates during his education and career. Henry Marsh may not be Of Dafydd, but he definitely knows about him.

 

The chaos in the Labour Party continues. They’ve been holding their conference in Liverpool and Dawn Butler, the Shadow Secretary of State for Wimmin and Equalities, made a speech in which she hailed the Militant-dominated Liverpool City Council of the 1980s, for ‘standing up to Thatcher and refusing to accept rate capping.’ They did indeed refuse to set a rate Dawn, but had the City Council not been part of Dafydd’s Crime Empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’) and colluding with the trafficking gang, they could have brought Thatcher down by grassing up Peter Morrison and Jimmy Savile, who were personal friends of hers. Degsy knew about the gang (see post ‘I Warn You…’), Eric and Doris Heffer knew about the gang, John Hamilton knew about the gang, all the Militant Councillors knew about them. Liverpool sent children and vulnerable people to homes in north Wales and exported their drug addicts there as well. The gang also abused kids in institutions in Liverpool, including schools, children’s homes, hospitals and prisons. They ran the city. See previous posts.

When Degsy and two other Liverpool City Councillors were done for financial corruption in 1993, the trial was held in Mold Crown Court and the Presiding judge was Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Waterhouse ordered the jury to acquit Degsy and pals. The trial was part of a much bigger police operation into civic corruption in Liverpool which collapsed because of the acquittals. See previous posts.

The family of the former Labour MP for Bootle, Michael Carr, might not agree with Dawn Butler that Militant created a paradise on Merseyside. Michael Carr was democratically elected after fighting Militant. Militant ran Walton Hospital, along with Dafydd’s mates. Michael Carr was in office for only 57 days before he died in 1990. He died after seeking help, twice, from Walton Hospital, after suffering a heart attack. Carr was told that he was just anxious, told to make an appointment to see his GP, put in a taxi and sent home. He died shortly afterwards. The conduct of the staff of Walton Hospital was considered to have justified criminal charges against them. The prosecution was blocked by the then DPP, Dame Barbara Mills, the sister-in-law of David Mills, who was married to Tessa Jowell. For the full details of Michael Carr’s slaying for spilling the pints of the paedophile gang, see post ‘News From Sicily’.

Michael Carr died in July 1990. In the middle of the North Wales Police investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales and Cheshire. It was in July 1990 that four members of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – two of whom had never met me – perjured themselves in Chester Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Fourteen charges against me were thrown out when it was clear that those giving evidence had lied repeatedly. There was no investigation into the perjury. The Court and judge were changed at the last minute and my barrister wasn’t told. She was sent to the wrong court. Documents now in my possession demonstrate that Gwynedd County Council knew about the change of venue and judge well in advance and a handwritten note was sent to the Arfon perjurers by the County Council’s lawyers – most probably by the crooked lawyer Ron Evans, who it is evident from my documents had worked for months to fit me up – providing them with instructions as how to get to the right court. They were also told to introduce themselves to the clerk of the court who would be expecting them and would tell them what to say and do in court and show them the affidavits with which they had to ‘familiarise themselves’. Which suggests that they hadn’t see those affidavits before, which they had sworn and signed a few days previously. For full details and names of the perjurers, as well as the corrupt lawyers and barristers involved, see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

The Presiding judge – who, when the perjurers were caught red handed offered them more time to re-write their affidavits and bellowed at my barrister when she did finally arrive at the right court – was Justice John Roch, a mate of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Roch was rewarded for his services to an international trafficking gang by subsequently being appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal.

The Walton Hospital closed down years ago, but the staff were relocated to new hospitals, one of which was The Walton Centre. Which was where Nerys the Bangor sociologist who spilt the paedophiles’ pints back in the mid-1990s was told that there was ‘nothing that could be done’ by the Top Docs for her brain tumour and she died not long afterwards. At about the same time, a member of the trafficking gang developed a brain tumour and was treated by The Walton Centre. All the boats were pushed out and she made a full recovery. Dafydd’s mates ran The Walton Centre. See post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’.

It’s called Serious Organised Crime Dawn, they did not Bravely Stand Up To Thatch, they were gangsters who controlled the High Courts and they murdered people who got in their way.

 

The Baroness of Ely aka Eluned Morgan has got her hopes up with regard to her chances of becoming the next FM of Wales now that Mark Drakeford, the Hot Favourite, has encountered a bit of bad PR after his son was jailed for eight years for a violent rape (see post and comments following post ‘I Predict A Riot’). The Baroness has appeared in the media explaining that it would be outrageous if all the contenders were men. I think that it’s outrageous that all the contenders have colluded with and concealed a paedophile gang. The Baroness is telling everyone who will listen that she wants to be accepted on her own merits.

Readers who have been following this blog for a while will remember the source of entertainment that the Baroness provided some months ago. See previous posts.

Here’s a resume of the highlights of the Baroness who has made it on her own merits:

The Baroness’s dad was the Rev Bob Morgan, who was for years a South Glamorgan County Councillor and the Leader of the Labour group on the Council. Labour Councillors dominated South Glamorgan County Council. The Rev Bob, along with the rest of South Glamorgan County Council, ignored the abuse of children in care in south Wales and kept quiet about George Thomas’s assaults on children. The Rev Bob was involved with some charidee work with George Thomas. The Rev Bob was also one of the Councillors who gave the green light to the massive scam which was the development of Cardiff Bay, which transferred millions and millions of quid from the taxpayer into the pockets of a small number of already rich businessmen who were mates with Nicholas Edwards, Thatcher’s  Secretary Of State For Wales and of course Edwards himself. Other beneficiaries were the Councillors of South Glamorgan County Council. See post ‘Corruption Bay Special’.

After the Baroness pulled herself up by her own bootstraps by attending Atlantic College, she did a degree in European Studies at Hull University. There was a trafficking ring in the Hull area linked with the rings in north and south Wales. Prezza of the Two Jags served as the MP for Hull for years, including when the Baroness was at university there. Prezza was Deputy Leader of the Labour Party and Deputy PM.

After graduation, the Baroness worked as a researcher for S4C, Agenda TV and the BBC. S4C and the BBC knew about the organised abuse in Wales but didn’t mention a word, although they frequently invited Dafydd on TV as an ‘expert’ to give his opinion.

In 1990, the Baroness served as an intern in the European Parliament for the Socialist Group. When the Baroness bagged that post, Llew Smith was the Labour MEP for South Wales East. Llew stood down in 1994 because the Windbag’s wife wanted the job. Llew wasn’t on the streets though, because in 1992, he’d been elected as the Labour MP for Blaenau Gwent, succeeding Michael Foot. The Rev Bob will have heard of him. In 1994, the Windbag came over all European as well and was appointed the European Commissioner for Transport. The lives of Famille Windbag since then are European Gravy Train History.

The Windbag’s son is married to the PM of Demark and their daughter, like the Baroness, went to Atlantic College. The husband of the PM of Denmark tried to keep it quiet, but he was outed online. The Baroness sat on the governing body of Atlantic College.

In 1994 the Baroness Of Ely became the MEP for Mid and West Wales and being the prodigy that she is, when she took her seat, the Baroness was the youngest MEP in the European Parliament. For her maiden speech, the Baroness sung ‘I Did It My Way’. The Baroness was re-elected in 1999 and 2005.

The Baroness was also the Labour Party’s European spokesperson on Energy, Industry and Science. She was responsible for drafting the European Parliament’s response to the Energy Green Paper and also took the lead role in negotiating on behalf of the Parliament the revision of the Electricity Directive. The Baroness stood down at the 2009 European Parliament elections. On leaving the Parliament she worked as the Director of National Development for SSE in Wales (SWALEC) from 2009 to June 2013, where she was responsible for establishing the new SWALEC Smart Energy Centre in Treforest. She was appointed Chair of the Cardiff Business Partnership. The Baroness is unacquainted with the term ‘conflict of interest’.

In Nov 2010 it was announced that the Baroness was to join Lord and Lady Windbag of Outrageous Troughing and Nepotism in the Lords. By Nov 2010 there were loud demands from all quarters for the police to reopen the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and for the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry to be reviewed.

In 2015 the Baroness was selected as a candidate for the 2016 Assembly election on the Mid and West Wales regional list. It’s great being on the regional list if everybody thinks that you’re a total idiot who has landed every position that you’ve ever got by being the Rev Bob’s daughter, because you don’t have to win an election to bag a seat.

 

The Baroness attended Atlantic College, which if it isn’t the most expensive public school in Wales, is the second most expensive. The Baroness stressed that she won a scholarship to Atlantic College. Scholarships to Atlantic College were available from South Glamorgan County Council, which was where the Baroness got hers from. When the Rev Bob led the Council.

The Baroness served on the Welsh Labour Party Executive for ten years and was appointed to the Welsh Assembly Advisory Group which was responsible for developing the standing orders of the National Assembly of Wales. She was a founding member of the Yes for Wales Cross Party group which campaigned for the Assembly to be established. So the Baroness created her own future job which certainly showed initiative, although I’m sure that she received a guiding hand from the Rev Bob.

The Baroness is a Fellow of Trinity College Carmarthen, which has long been run by the paedophiles’ friends and trained the Paedophile Of Ponty and S4C, John Owen (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). The Baroness is an Honorary Distinguished Professor and Fellow of Cardiff University. She was Chair of Live Music Now in Wales, a charidee which sends talented young musicians to care homes and special schools and demonstrates the transformational impact of music. Which must be the explanation for the low standards and constant abuse/neglect scandals in Wales’s care homes and special schools.

The Baroness is married to Rev Dr Rhys Jenkins who is a GP and also a non-stipendiary priest. So he concealed organised abuse in his capacity both as a Top Doctor and a Vicar. 

I won’t know whether to roll around laughing if the Baroness becomes FM or to metamorphose into this:

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The Public Inquiry into the ‘Tainted Blood’ Scandal has begun, to investigate how thousands of NHS patients were treated with blood products infected with Hep B, Hep C and in subsequent years, HIV. I haven’t had any time at all to research the background of those involved with the Inquiry, but if they want to save themselves a bit of time and bother, they’re welcome to read the posts that I wrote about it months ago.

The first problems began when Dr Death was a junior Minister in the DHSS. He knew that the NHS was using blood which was likely to be infected and talked about the importance of addressing the problem, but being Dr Death, he had far more important things to prioritise, like trying to become PM. The problem became far, far more serious under Thatcher’s Gov’t, because by then HIV had hit the US and people infected with HIV sold their blood, which was then purchased by the UK NHS. Thatch was told that buying blood products from the US was very, very dangerous because they were known to be infected. She ignored everyone on the grounds that buying blood products from the US was cheaper than keeping the UK MRC lab open, which was screening and treating blood products. The MRC lab was shut, infected blood was purchased from the US and thousands of people in the UK were given infected blood. Everyone knew that it was happening, including the Top Docs. No-one was told because we’re not allowed to Talk Down The NHS. The Tory junior Minister most culpable was Lord Simon Glenarthur, who was later a Director of the MDU. Ken Clarke was involved as well when he was at the DoH.

Get over it everyone, the Top Doctors have been given so much power that they kill people and no-one dares admit it was them wot did it. Simon Glenarthur was probably too thick to understand the very real danger of using infected blood products but the Top Docs knew exactly what was going to happen. They did not warn anyone. Thousands of people died.

Tan yn Llyn

Beth am gynnau tan fel y tan yn Llyn?

(Why not light a fire like the fire in the Llyn?)

Tan, Tan, Tan, Tan

(Fire, Fire, Fire, Fire)

As sung by Plethyn

The lines above are from a song about the Penyberth Fire on 8 Sept 1936. Saunders Lewis, D.J. Williams and the Rev Lewis Valentine set fire to the RAF bombing school in Pen Llyn, in what is now Gwynedd, to draw attention to the crisis in the Welsh language and to highlight their beliefs in pacifism. The men were three of the main figures of Plaid Genedlaethol Cymru (The National Party of Wales), now known as Plaid and were intent on damaging the property of the bombing school.

This action has come to be seen as a significant one in the history of the Welsh language. Opposition to the presence of the bombing school in Pen Llŷn was widespread in Wales at the time. Many objected on pacifist and environmental grounds but for Lewis, Williams and Valentine, the school represented the oppression of the English over the Welsh and the imposition of English warmongering and violence on the peaceful Welsh countryside.

All three were notable members of the Party, but they were frustrated at Plaid Cymru’s failure to act since the RAF had announced their intentions in August 1935 and they therefore decided to take matters into their own hands.

Having confessed their crime at Pwllheli Police Station, Lewis, Williams and Valentine were put on trial at Caernarfon on 13 October 1936. The jury were unable to reach a decision and the trial was transferred to the Old Bailey in London, where the three men were sentenced to nine months in prison.

The ‘Fire in Llŷn’ aroused strong feelings. By the time of the second trial in London, Saunders Lewis had been dismissed by his employers at University College, Swansea.  This, the decision to move the case to London and the judge’s scornful treatment of the case at the Old Bailey angered many in Wales.

Following their release from prison on 27 August 1937, Lewis, Williams and Valentine were greeted at Caernarfon pavilion by a crowd of around 12,000.  Such displays of support were seen across Wales, demonstrating the impact the event had on contemporaries, particularly the Welsh-speaking community.

The fire at Pen Llyn made Saunders, Valentine and Williams three of Wales’ most notable political activists.

 

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Saunders Lewis was an academic at what is now Swansea University. Lewis taught Rhodri Morgan’s parents and when Rhodri Morgan’s father began working at Swansea University, Saunders Lewis was one of his senior colleagues. By the mid-1950s, when Dr Dafydd Alun Jones was a medical student at Liverpool University, he was involved with Plaid and Welsh nationalist activism and had forged links with Irish Nationalists to advance this cause (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades?) It was Dafydd who was on hand to record Saunders Lewis’s 1962 ‘Tynged yr Iaith’ speech, the speech which led to the formation of Cymdeithas yr Iaith (the Welsh Language Society). Like Dafydd, Saunders Lewis was a Liverpool graduate. Saunders Lewis was President of Plaid Cymru, 1926-39.

Saunders Lewis was preceded as President of Plaid by Lewis Valentine, who served as Plaid’s first President, 1926-39. Lewis Valentine was born near Conwy and began studying at UCNW but his studies were curtailed by WWI. Valentine became a Baptist Minister, was involved in the Baptist Church across north Wales and edited the Baptist magazine Seren Gomer, 1951-75. In July 1971, Dafydd gave a wonderful speech to the Annual Meeting of the Welsh Baptist Union in which he told them that learning Bible verses as a child in Welsh could well save someone from ‘a serious moral collapse’ in later life (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). It was years ago that another Empowered Service User observed that Dafydd was the best straight man that he’d ever encountered, although I never worked out who the funny man was, because all the Top Docs who were facilitating the trafficking ring in north Wales played the straight man, they just weren’t as obviously mad as Dafydd, it was Dafydd who always managed to come out with the best lines.

What are the names of your witnesses?’ ‘I’m not going to tell you Dafydd.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘Because you’ll nobble them.’ ‘Don’t be so ridiculous.’

The witnesses were subsequently found dead.

 

Saunders Lewis was succeeded as President of Plaid by Professor J.E. Daniel, 1939-43; Daniel had previously served as Vice-President, 1931-35. J.E. Daniel was a theologian at the Bala-Bangor Theological College and also a schools inspector for north Wales. Daniel was born in Bangor, went to Friars School in Bangor and then Oxford University. J.E. Daniel was the father of Huw Daniel – the corrupt judge who, like his father, came from north Wales and went to Oxford – who was so looking forward to sending me to prison for a long stretch in 2004 on the basis of the perjury of Alun Davies, an NHS manager, a variety of Angels and others (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

 

Lewis Valentine died in March 1986; Saunders Lewis in Sept 1985; and D.J. Williams in Jan 1970. So Valentine and Lewis, who knew Dafydd and had links with UCNW, were still alive when Brown and I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist and received threats from Top Doctors in return. Gwynne was from Llandudno (near Conwy) himself and died just a few months after Lewis Valentine; they will have known each other. J.E. Daniel died in a road accident in Flintshire in 1962, but Dafydd will have known him and of course knows his bent judge of a son.

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My recent post ‘You Know I’m No Good…’ mapped some of the shenanigans in Plaid at the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry and in the aftermath. I had so much to cover in that blog post that I decided to hold my comments relating to one key Plaid figure on Anglesey over until a later post. I am talking about Ieuan Wyn Jones, who was the Plaid MP for Ynys Mon (Anglesey), 1987-01 and the AM for Ynys Mon, 1999-13. Ieuan Wyn Jones was Deputy FM, 2007-11 and served as the Leader of Plaid, 2000-12.

Ieuan Wyn Jones was forced to resign as Plaid President after Plaid’s poor showing in the Welsh Assembly elections in May 2003. He initially issued defiant statement, stating that ‘I’m a fighter not a quitter’, a statement popularised by Peter Mandelson, another politician who remained silent about the organised abuse/trafficking of vulnerable people, but the Party soon forced him to step down as President.

When Ieuan was first elected as the Plaid MP for Ynys Mon at the General Election in June 1987, it was a case of the General Election of High Stakes as a result of the opposition parties believing that there was everything to play for because of the unpopularity of Thatch. That General Election for me was characterised by Dafydd et al laying careful plans in the weeks before to frame me for a serious crime and then attempting to put their plan into action days after Thatch was returned as PM (see posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’).

Ieuan was the lucky winner on Ynys Mon partially as a result of Keith Best, the previous Tory incumbent, being imprisoned after pursuing unlawful practices regarding his applications for BT shares. Ieuan will have known what Dafydd et al had tried to do to me in the summer of 1987, because until Ieuan was elected, he worked as a solicitor in north Wales and he was friends with the man who was my solicitor at the time and my battles with Dafydd et al were a topic of open discussion in north Wales. Ieaun will have known that by the time that he stood for Ynys Mon, I had already been unlawfully imprisoned twice by the gang, once at Ysbyty Gwynedd and then at Denbigh. When I was living on Ynys Mon…

Ieuan knew that I was far from alone in having been unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by the gang, but I was the one who was doing a Masters at a London medical school with a partner who was doing a PhD and we would not shut up about it.

Ieuan knew Dafydd and the gang well; he was born in Denbigh himself and his dad was a Minister of religion. I do not know what denomination Ieuan’s father was, but the Nonconformist Ministers in north Wales all know each other and they knew Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd and the gang and what they were doing. Dafydd himself, unbelievably, was a big hit with those right across the religious spectrum in north Wales.

Ieuan studied law at Liverpool Poly and then London. He returned to north Wales and worked as a solicitor in Ruthin, just down the road from Denbigh. Ieuan first stood as a Plaid Parliamentary candidate in Denbigh in the 1974 General Election and again for Denbigh in 1979. Denbigh was a town in which virtually every working person was employed either at the North Wales Hospital or in a business which was dependent upon the hospital. There were a huge number of adults of voting age banged up in the North Wales Hospital but they didn’t have votes. Ieuan was not going to worry about them. When Ieuan stood for the 1979 General Election, Mary Wynch was one of those illegally imprisoned in Denbigh, where she watched the Angels enjoying themselves at the live sex shows which Dafydd encouraged the young patients in his ‘personality disorder unit’ to stage.

Ieuan’s late wife Eirian Llwyd is described as a Welsh artist. Eirian didn’t begin her career as an artist. Eirian used to be an Angel! Eirian was born in Prion, which as well as being a protein particle found in the brain when someone has CJD or BSE, is a village very close to the North Wales Hospital. It is likely that somebody in Eirian’s immediate family worked there; even if they did not, they would have been friendly with people who did and would be well-acquainted with at least some of what was going on.

After nursing in Liverpool between 1969-73, Eirian worked as a midwife at St Asaph Hospital. So Eirian was working with the Top Doctors of north Wales who had collectively got together to ensure that it was virtually impossible for women to access abortions on the NHS, although they were always happy to refer women with money to the private clinics in Chester for one. Eirian will have known that women requesting abortions for mental health reasons were sent to Denbigh to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd, only to be refused one anyway, because no-one could get an abortion on the NHS in north Wales. See post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’. Eirian will also have known about the kids in care and vulnerable adults in ‘care settings’ becoming pregnant after they had been sexually exploited or raped by those who were caring for them. Eirian will have known about the most goriest aspect of life in north Wales, a whole aspect of existence of which remained completely unspoken.

In 1974, Eirian married Ieuan and was supportive of his political career, colluding with his silence during the years in which he worked as a lawyer as well as a politician. Llwyd was described as a ‘proud nationalist’ and campaigned alongside Cymdeithas yr Iaith (the Welsh Language Society) between the 1960s and 1970s. So Eirian will have known that breaker of glass ceilings who became the first woman to lead Cymdeithas, the Crack of Doom aka Meri Huws.

Meri is an enthusiastic feminist and after graduating from Aberystwyth University, her life of sisterly solidarity during the 1980s involved Meri working as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services alongside the paedophile gang when girls at Ty’r Felin, the children’s home on the Crack of Doom’s patch in Bangor, were being raped, sexually assaulted and beaten by the staff and forced to work as prostitutes (see post ‘Are You Local?’). The boys in Ty’r Felin were being physically and sexually abused as well, as were the boys at Ty Newydd, the home for boys at Bangor which was also run by Gwynedd Social Services. Meri knew the appalling Nefyn and June Dodd, about whom hundreds of complaints were made but who never faced any charges. But then neither did Meri, even in more recent years when she worked at Bangor University and was known to be committing driving offences regularly, everything from drink-driving, to speeding, to using her mobile phone as she speeded along pissed. Some of the officers of the North Wales Police had sex with the kids in care as well as with the social workers who were abusing those kids.

Nefyn Dodd used to boast of being friends with Dafydd.

The Crack of Doom subsequently embarked upon her career of shagging men who were big names in Welsh politics. Her former bedfellows include Alun Pugh, the Labour AM for Clwyd West, 1999-07 and Andrew Davies, the Labour AM for Swansea West, 1999-11 and, it is rumoured, Rhodri. See post ‘People With Energy’. Meri professed to be a Labour Party supporter for many years, but caused conversation when some years ago she was reported in the media to be considering switching her allegiance to Plaid. If Ieuan knew which Plaid Minister Meri was shagging at the time, please could he tell us, because we were certainly curious.

The Crack of Doom probably knows quite a lot about the numerous times that I was arrested by her mates in the North Wales Police at the behest of her former colleagues in the trafficking gang.

 

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Eirian Llwyd, like Meri, was full of Wimmin’s love for her sisters, ‘promoting women’s positions in politics and helped reconfigure Plaid’s constitution in the 1980s to secure women in Plaid’s major committees.’ Along with her charidee work, Llwyd established the Rhyl branch of Women’s Aid in the 1970s/80s. Where once more she kept completely silent about the organised abuse and trafficking of girls and women. Rhyl was where Dafydd’s addicts lived as well, so Eirian will have colluded with the massive drug trade that emanated from Dafydd, as well as with the sexual abuse. It will have been those wimmin with no money in Rhyl who were particularly vulnerable to the no-abortions policy in north Wales and to being led up the garden path by the Top Docs who ummed and aahed and talked to them about abortion being a life-changing decision which should not be taken lightly, so it would be for the best if they went to stay at the North Wales Hospital where they could be ‘assessed’ and ‘helped’ by the experts. Dafydd and the traffickers. Well they couldn’t get more pregnant could they?

It was always a real laugh when the Top Docs and Angels talked to patients about them being Helped. Particularly when Dafydd did so. I witnessed patients who had been treated appallingly, absolutely dreadfully – but because they had received no education after the age of 16, or if they were former kids in care had received no education at all, so they had no idea of how many laws had been broken – receiving lectures from Angels about how they were never going to be able to be Helped if they behaved like this (ie. showed clinical symptoms or even just distress). I hit the jackpot, in 1987, days after the General Election, I got Dafydd, at gone midnight in Bangor Police Station, crashing into my cell, where I was being held illegally of course and telling me ‘I don’t think Denbigh really helped ewe last time’. I told Dafydd that being unlawfully arrested, illegally imprisoned and assaulted by a thug doesn’t usually Help anyone and asked him if he really thought that Denbigh was Helping anyone. Dafydd stood up and said ‘well I am not going to offer ewe any Help tonight, I think ewe should be in prrrison’ and flounced out.

A few hours later – no charges against me yet, but there I was still sitting in a police cell – my solicitor, Ieuan Wyn Jones’s mate, Alwyn Jones, turned up and said ‘they’ve told me that DA’s been to see you, what did he say?’ So I repeated to Alwyn, ‘I think ewe should be in prrrrison’. And Alwyn laughed. But Alwyn didn’t address the many laws which had been broken over the previous 12 hours and neither did he address the subsequent perjury of the gang as they desperately tried to secure a conviction against me. Alwyn did find me an independent expert opinion for the court case which followed – from Dr James Earp of the Towers Hospital, Leicester. Earp was one of those who was concealing the trafficking ring in Leicester which included Greville Janner and Frank Beck and was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Earp of course colluded with Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

Since I began writing this blog, I’ve been told that Alwyn had a lovely manner but he was in with Dafydd’s gang 100% – Alwyn’s then wife was a lawyer who worked for Gwynedd County Council and her father was a police officer with the North Wales Police and a Freemason (see post ‘It’s Just Another Gold Digger’). However, by that time, virtually every Top Doctor in the UK was colluding with Dafydd and the linked gangs, so even if Alwyn had wanted to, he wouldn’t have been able to have found a Top Doctor who would not have concealed the crimes of Dafydd’s gang.

There are so many people who should be in prrrison as a result of all this, that HMP Berwyn is never going to have room for them all. However, may I suggest that they prioritise places for the most serious offenders, such as this man:

Ieuan Wyn Jones
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Deputy First Minister for Wales
In office
11 July 2007 – 13 May 2011

 

Yma O Hyd!

As Ieuan’s wife is no longer with us, perhaps Ieuan would like to answer the following questions:

What happened to all the babies of the patients who were banged up in Denbigh after becoming pregnant, or indeed the babies of the girls/women who became pregnant while they were in Denbigh? Were they sold or killed? If they were killed, are they in the grounds of Denbigh or elsewhere?

I know of one Denbigh patient who gave birth at St David’s Hospital in Bangor in the mid-1970s who’s baby was unlawfully removed and given to a family in Cheshire, so whoever was involved in this trade in abducted babies was part of Dafydd’s gang’s regular network.

Who was it in north Wales who performed the illegal abortions and what happened to the women who were harmed or died as a result?

I knew about the private clinic in Chester for the women with sufficient funds, but there was someone in north Wales who was carrying out unlawful abortions on women who knew about the ‘Being Helped By Denbigh’ scam and didn’t fall for it. Amazingly enough for me, I never, ever found out who it was, so there must have been something really, really sordid going on for that to be such a well-kept secret. I imagine that the stakes were high because of the women who died and the chain of corrupt professionals who were then involved with concealing that.

 

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When Ieuan was in politics, his special interests were health and education.

Jane Hutt, another Wimmin’s Champ, may be able to help answer my questions. Jane founded Welsh Wimmin’s Aid and will have been Big Sister to whom Eirian and the Wimmin in Rhyl deferred whenever it looked as though the shit bomb was going to explode.

Jane Hutt, a former social worker and the daughter of a Top Doctor, was Wales’s Minister for Health, 1999-05, under Rhodri as FM. Ieuan Wyn Jones later served as Deputy FM under Rhodri, but Jane had been removed as Health Minister by then, as a result of being utterly hopeless. She was replaced by Top Doctor Brian Gibbons, who also concealed the trafficking gang.

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Jane has been good mates with Rhodri’s family for years. Rhodri’s wife Julie is another Wimmin’s Champ who worked as a social worker.

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Julie’s husband Rhodri used to share a house with the Windbag, when they were nought but Lads enjoying a Few Pints. The Windbag knew what was happening to me at the time of the 1987 General Election as well, he knew Tony Francis when they were at Cardiff University. Tony Francis was the Top Doctor who had rung the police demanding that I should be arrested for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’ days after the Windbag had lost the election anyway.

Cheers! We’re bloody useless and all that toadying to the Top Doctors didn’t even win us the election throughout which we remained silent about Thatcher’s mate Peter Morrison molesting kids in care, because it was Dafydd’s gang who were supplying the kids and we’d been concealing that lot for decades.

 

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Ah well, there was always the next General Election, where they would play exactly the same game. Er – yes…

 

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Days after the April 1992 General Election, someone decided on a Final Solution and witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were invited to a party in a building in Brighton and when the party was underway, someone chucked a firebomb into the building. Five people died. Days later, the man who had allegedly confessed to starting the fire was killed when he was hit by a lorry. A few more people who had been at the party were found dead over the following years. See post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’.

 

In 2001, after the publication of the Waterhouse Report, Eirian Llwyd gave up being a Wimmin’s Champ and took up a new vocation, which was probably very wise, what with Eirian needing to distance herself and Wales needing to show that it was a Land of Cultured People rather than child abusers (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Eirian became an Artist. She graduated at Cardiff Institute, specializing in print. Thereafter she was regularly exhibited in Wales and abroad. Eirian’s success helped co-establish a gallery, The Original Print Place, to promote a number of other Welsh artists.

Llwyd died at Ysbyty Gwynedd in 2014 after a short battle with cancer. In January 2015 it was announced that a Memorial Fund would be set up in her name to provide grants for new Welsh artists that specialize in printmaking.

 

My recent post ‘You Know I’m No Good…’ discussed Sir Anthony Meyer, the Tory MP for Clwyd North West, 1970-92, who in 1983 did battle with the dreadful Beata Brookes, when Beata and her supporters tried to oust Sir Anthony from his seat to enable Beata to succeed Sir Anthony. Beata Brookes was a hard-right Thatcherite, who was a key facilitator of Dafydd’s gang; she had formerly worked as a social worker for Denbighshire County Council and cluttered up many an NHS and Social Services committee in north Wales, as well as charidees for the disabled. Brookes was from a wealthy farming family in north Wales and her male relatives were enthusiastic Freemasons. Her brother held leading roles in the FUW and other organisations concerned with landowning and rural pursuits. Accounts of the Brookes family business interests have a strong whiff of dirty dealings with the local authorities. Brookes served as a Tory MEP, 1979-89 but when she was elderly she gave up with the Tories and joined UKIP. For more details on the deeply unpleasant Beata, see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’.

The all-out war which took place in the Tory Party in the Clwyd North West constituency in 1983 was a wonder to behold, even by the standards of politics in Wales; those involved deserved some sort of Lifetime Achievement Award. Sir Anthony Meyer eventually triumphed, but he had a battle on his hands with rigged ballots, much unpleasantness, appeals to Cecil Parkinson at Conservative Central Office to sort the mess out and legal action.

Clwyd North West is a bit of a hot potato because, as described in previous posts, it covers an area where many of the more senior people who facilitated or concealed Dafydd’s gang lived/live: corrupt police officers/lawyers/Top Docs/senior figures in the local authorities. By 1983, Mary Wynch and her litigation against Dafydd and his accomplices were on their way to the Master Of The Rolls, Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass had rewritten the Mental Health Act and Dafydd’s other mate William Bingley had written the accompanying Code of Practice to reassure the world that It Could Never Happen Again and there were now Safeguards Against Mad Old Doctors. Meanwhile the show had to go on, that trafficking ring needed to stay in business and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was still full of the gang’s victims who were illegally incarcerated in Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon.

Cherie and the Radical Lawyers were busy in London developing their Consciences as their mates sat on the Inner London Borough Councils, the GLC, the ILEA etc developing their careers in the Labour Party and everyone remained schtum as the Inner London Boroughs sent hundreds of kids to the north Wales children’s homes (see post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’)…

 

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Tony Blair

 

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John McDonnell

 

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Harriet Harman

 

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And many, many, more…

 

I mentioned in previous posts how towards the end of 1993, I wrote to Michael Mansfield and his Radical Conscience regarding what was happening to me at the hands of Gwynedd Social Services. At the time, the London-based media were reporting that a North Wales Police investigation had found ‘no evidence’ to support allegations of a paedophile ring in the region at all, yet alone one being concealed at the highest levels of society. Michael Mansfield wrote me a one line reply thanking me for my letter but made no comment on what had been happening to me. I heard no more. I realised many years later when it dawned on me how huge the collusion with the wrongdoing in north Wales had been, that Michael Mansfield probably got on the phone to his mates the minute that he received my letter to send up the Lefties In Distress flare. Doh! He wouldn’t have even needed to have waited for my letter; I had been given Michael Mansfield’s address by my solicitor in Bangor, Alwyn Jones, after I told him that I was bloody sick of Dafydd et al and that I wanted to let Michael Mansfield know what was happening to people in north Wales.

‘Paedophiles In Distress, Paedophiles In Distress, Dangerous Woman Alert, Warn All Colluding Lawyers/Police Officers/Politicians/Top Doctors/Judges/Chief Executives…’

 

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A conventional flare pistol. This particular model uses 26.5 mm flares (manufactured by Patel Ballistics. Perhaps by Dr Rashmi Patel, the oppressed junior doctor who worked for Rashmi Varma, latterly of St George’s Hospital Medical School, before Rashmi Varma returned to India after that appearance in front of the GMC as a result of Varma demanding that NHS fertility patients donate eggs to private patients or you won’t be getting any treatment luv).

 

Varma was doing a fiddle with the semen supplies as well but I never worked out what it was. She did all that she could not to build up a sufficient supply of sperm donors at St George’s and used the ‘shortage’ of donors as an excuse to buy very expensive semen samples in from one of the private hospitals; I think it was the London Bridge. Or the London Bridge might have been the hospital that Varma fell out with, thus resulting in the order being given to another private hospital. Whichever private hospital was supplying that semen, the bill was being footed by the NHS.

Perhaps someone could also let us know why Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain footed the bill for Deb Everard, an idiot without a degree who couldn’t make it into the lab most days, but who knew about the paedophile ring which Chamberlain and his colleagues were concealing, to attend expensive fertility conferences at which she ingratiated herself to this man:

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Professor Lord Clean knew what was going on at St George’s, so perhaps he can enlighten us:

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YOUR LIFE IN THEIR HANDS

And didn’t I fucking know it, it’s why I’m in hiding

 

 

 

Regular readers will know that I have always been most grateful to Sir Anthony Myers for preventing Beata Brookes from entering the Commons and for his challenge to Thatcher’s leadership in 1989, when he stood as a ‘stalking horse’ against her. He was widely ridiculed at the time and his challenge of course failed, but Sir Anthony did pave the way for the later subsequent successful challenge to Thatch and her departure in Nov 1990, a merciful release for Britain – or so we thought.

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I have now been digging further and as is usually the case, things were much, much worse than I thought and although Sir Anthony’s battles with Beata Brookes and Thatch were much appreciated, the welfare of the victims of the trafficking gang was definitely not one of Sir Anthony’s concerns.

Sir Anthony did have political concerns; he did his best to protect his constituents from Thatcher’s economic policies which were wrecking Wales. Sir Anthony voted against the closure of the Shotton steelworks and he also supported the production of the Airbus A300B, the wings of which were made in his constituency at the British Aerospace factory at Broughton.

Sir Anthony’s other concern was Europe. He was out of step with the Thatcherite contingent of the Tory Party, not only because he was a ‘wet’, but because he was very, very pro-Europe, indeed European integration was his main interest.

By the time that Sir Anthony fought Beata Brookes in 1983, I had not yet encountered the dreadful Gwynne, but I was in the hands of Dr D.G.E. Wood, the GP at the Student Heath Centre at UCNW, who was facilitating the gang from that location. I didn’t know this at the time, but the gang had already targeted me because of me sharing a house in Port Dinorwic with Frank Jones, a man who had grown up in care in north Wales and who was under the control of the gang. They had seen ‘the English girl’ with weird hairstyles coming and going at Frank’s house and had been on my trail. Then, as I described previously, the gang had clocked Brown and me going to the Arts Lab in Birmingham, which had a contingent of gender benders who were regulars. We’d gone to see the film ‘Pink Flamingo’ which the Arts Lab were screening and because it starred Divine, there was a whole load of transvestites out in force that evening. The gang got overexcited at seeing Brown and me there and I am told targeted me.

Dafydd’s gang in north Wales/Cheshire had strong links with the West Midlands. A great many children in care in the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and people who tried relocating to north Wales to escape the West Midlands branch of the gang found themselves ruthlessly destroyed if they were witnesses to the wrongdoing of the gang. There were/are a great many Brummies in Barmouth, but there was a family from Birmingham in Hen Llandegfan, the village where I used to live on Anglesey, who’s lives were ruined by Dafydd’s gang (see post ‘Amber Rudd, The Miners’ Strike And A Memory Jogged’).

I didn’t know anything about the paedophile gang when I moved into Frank’s house. Frank had a very difficult life, his house caught fire – it caught fire again at a later date – his dog was shot and he constantly got the sack from jobs without any explanation. I wondered if he had done something or was doing something that I didn’t know about, but it was of course the gang. Every time I asked Frank’s girlfriend or his mates why all these things were happening, they just used to say that people ‘didn’t like him’ because ‘he’d grown up in care’ and he was ‘having a lot of bad luck’. Years later as the gang systematically wrecked the lives of my friends and I, we too were described as having a lot of bad luck and third parties were told that people didn’t like us.

When Brown and I found out about the paedophile gang it all slotted into place, as did something else – Frank’s obsession with porn. I never worked out why Frank had an orientation to porn more like that of a 14 year old boy than an adult man with a partner…

Years later, one day in Llangefni, I bumped into Gwenllian, who had been Frank’s girlfriend when I lodged at his place. We recognised each other and she told me that Frank had gone abroad where his ‘bad luck’ stopped and as far as she knew, he was now leading a happy life. The problem then, I have been told, was that Gwenllian may well have been approached by the gang. Gwenllian was living and working in Llangefni, which at the time – 1999/2000 – was totally controlled by Dafydd’s drug dealers. Dafydd lived about three miles away. I was back living on Anglesey as well at that time, at Malltraeth. One of Dafydd’s drug addicts, who was also a dealer, was the daughter of the man who mowed my lawn and lived in Malltraeth as well. The mental health services were still constantly hassling me and my documents show that behind the scenes they were frantic and desperate to show the world just how dangerous I was. Of course they were, the Waterhouse Report was about to be published.

It was when I was living at Malltraeth that I was threatened and assaulted by some chavs, a case that the police refused to investigate. I was then investigated myself by the DSS for fiddling benefits, which was the result of another carefully planned stitch-up by those we know and love (see post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’).

OK then Top Docs. Chew on this. As I explained in my post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’, when I was accused of fiddling the DSS, I had been told that it was legal for me to work a certain number of hours per week under the therapeutic earnings scheme and that’s what I was doing. I previously mentioned that I was working in the notorious chicken factory at Llangefni, Grampian Meats (usually known by its former name of Chucky Chickens). Not a place that an Angel or a social worker would be seen dead in, after all they’ve been Trained, but as an Empowered Service User with an MSc who knew what those worthless scumbags in the mental health services did to people, I did not run away screaming from others who worked in places like Chucky Chickens. The workers in Grampian Meats of course showed the Spirit of the Blitz, they were all having a hard time and were really friendly. So I found out how many laws were being broken in Grampian Meats. Although I could hardly miss it – because the machines were being run without the appropriate guards on them, workers were constantly getting injured and sometimes quite seriously. This was such a common occurrence that there were notices on the factory floor, with a list of the compensation that workers would be paid if they were injured. And it was not very much. As I remember it was £1000 for losing a finger and DEATH, DEATH, was £10k to your relatives. Totally inadequate, but who working at Grampian Meats could ever have afforded the legal representation necessary to sue the company?

The Top Docs knew what was going on, because accidents at Grampian were so common that there was an injured worker taken to Ysbyty Gwynedd at least every week. Serious injuries as well, the Grampian workers weren’t sensitive flowers like those in the paedophile gang, they didn’t have to go on a Mindfulness retreat at Trigonos every three weeks for a bit of Me Time and they didn’t ring the police if someone said ‘bugger’ in front of them, as Dafydd did when I said bugger. And wanker as well, we mustn’t forget that. Bugger and wanker, according to Dafydd and Bluglass, that meant that I was ‘mentally  abnormal’ and, Bluglass assured Dafydd, I would ‘end in a ward for the criminally insane’, which Dafydd Alun Poe dutifully recorded upon my records was a ‘chilling prediction’.

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I was only at Grampian for about five weeks and sure enough, someone lost a finger when I was there. We used to sit in the canteen on our break and whatever injury had occurred the previous day would be discussed.

 

Some years ago, a member of staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd slipped on a floor. They had a nasty fall but nothing was broken. I was told that the North West Wales NHS Trust coughed up £15 k in compensation. Of course they did, claims from staff were usually settled generously and quickly if the staff concerned reminded the Chief Exec Martin Jones how much wrongdoing at that hospital they knew about.

Another person I know of sued the Arfon Community Mental Health Team for invading his privacy, on the grounds that he was filmed by some CCTV cameras without his consent. He wasn’t an Empowered Service User, his partner was. He was violent towards her, he knew how badly the Arfon CMHT had neglected her and furthermore, before she was incapacitated, she had been a sex worker. Now I wonder who put her up to that? I was told that the wife beater/pimp was the lucky winner of several thousand quid.

Somebody else who hit the jackpot with the NHS in north Wales was the serially sacked Angel, Dee Jones aka Dee Gray (see post ‘Little Shop Of Horrors’).

 

 

Like Ysbyty Gwynedd, Grampian Meats was a very ruthless employer, I was told how even senior managers disappeared overnight without explanation. When I was there, I used to clean the office of a senior manager called Hadyn, who was very popular with the workers and used to chat to me as I cleaned his room. I went in one day and someone said ‘oh well Hadyn’s gone now, he was ordered to clear his office yesterday’. Indeed Hadyn had gone, he was never accused of any wrongdoing, he just went. Shortly after, the secretary of the new man who replaced him – a man from London called Dave – started making trivial complaints about my work.

‘It has been drawn to my attention that you did not dust the skirting board yesterday.’

Well no-one needed to draw it to my attention that you were a dim little woman wearing sad clothes who moved in on me the minute that Hadyn was out of the door. It was at the same time that someone from the mental health services told the DSS that I was unlawfully working at Grampian, after Dr Tony Francis told me that he’d OK’d it with the DSS for me to start a part-time job there.

Machines without guards. Workers losing fingers. Laughingly small compensation payments for serious injuries. Managers sacked at a moment’s notice.

What was going on then Mafia?

Perhaps the Top Docs at Ysbyty Gwynedd could tell us why they didn’t draw attention to the constant injuries being incurred by Grampian workers. Or indeed Anglesey County Council, because they knew what was happening at Grampian. I’m sure the man who was both the MP and AM for Ynys Mon at the time did as well:

His special interests were health and education. He was Leader of Plaid while workers at Grampian Meats were losing fingers and while Llangefni and Holyhead were run by Dafydd’s drugs gang.
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‘We didn’t know.’

 

 

So Sir Anthony Meyer slayed the dragon that was Beata Brookes, shortly after the gang had clocked my presence in north Wales and were in hot pursuit. Furthermore, D.G.E. Wood knew that Brown and I were meeting people who had been damaged and abused by the Top Doctors. Whether Sir Anthony had any idea of that I do not know. But when Sir Anthony moved in to take a shot at Thatch in 1989, he definitely would have known about me, because I, Brown and other witnesses were well under attack by then. Our friend Anne Vernon had been killed and our two friends working in the media in London were also under attack from gangsters (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’) .

We were being arrested, threatened and harassed by the Top Doctors and befriended and/or hassled by all these crazy characters whom I have described in previous posts eg. Patricia Margaret Edwards, Naomi Grunfell, Leslie Gore etc, who were undercover MI5/police officers. Those in Somerset who knew what was happening to me were beginning to receive huge sums of money in return for their silence (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’), except for my father, who had been ousted from his job in Somerset, relocated to Nottingham and was being worked to death (see post ‘Jennifer’s Diary’) and had been told a la Michael Carr MP (see post ‘News From Sicily’) that he ‘definitely hadn’t had a heart attack’ by the odious Dr Matthews of Nether Stowey, when he most definitely had.

My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ discussed how the career of Janet Mitchell, a female engineer from Somerset with whom I used to play with when we were young, took a sudden upward turn after the Westland Crisis and the subsequent weakening of Thatcher caused by Heseltine resigning from the Cabinet. Janet worked for Westland until she moved onto grander things…

So imagine my surprise when I read that Sir Anthony Meyer was friends with Michael Heseltine and only stood as the stalking horse against Thatch because he expected Tarzan to step in as the REAL candidate. The Sir Anthony who had been so supportive of the British Aerospace factory at Broughton in his constituency and their manufacture of the wings for the Airbus300B.

Tarzan. Who came from Swansea. Who had served as the Tory MP for Tavistock, 1966-74, when Jeremy Thorpe was busy in north Devon inciting the murder of Norman Scott. Or not. As the case may be, as Peter Cook observed. Tarzan who was a leading light in Thatch’s Gov’t, when Sir Peter Morrison was in that Gov’t. Tarzan’s daughter Annabel was at Durham University in the 1980s, when Durham University was full of people who were concealing the gang in the north east which was linked to Dafydd et al, which supplied children and staff to Dafydd’s gang. Annabel might not have noticed if she was a normal student, but she had a father who was desperate to be PM and the whole family were as equally desperate for that to happen as well. Annabel Heseltine became a journo. Furthermore, Anabel likes the world of celebs and parties, she was featuring in gossip columns when she was at Durham, in articles with titles like ‘The Cabinet Ministers’ Beautiful Daughters’ and there would be a photo of a pissed Annabel, wearing a ballgown, at somewhere near floor level because she’d fallen off a piece of furniture.

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Just after Cameron became leader of the Tories, all the old Thatcherites came out of the closet in which they had secreted themselves for years and marvelled over how Dave was going to bring the Tories into a new dawn. One such person to give an interview was Michael Heseltine who chortled away as he remembered his first meeting with Cameron. Cameron was comatose at the time, flat out on Heseltine’s floor after Anabel had held one of those parties for which the Cabinet Ministers’ Beautiful Daughters were famed.

Dwunk! Ho ho, but I’m sure that he’ll be an excellent Pwime Minister.

It wasn’t just booze that your daughter’s chums enjoyed Heseltine, have you forgotten about your colleague Paul Channon’s daughter and the circumstances of her death at the dreaming spires, along with the prison sentences that were subsequently handed down? See post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’

Annabel is not Kate Adie, she is a fashion journalist.

 

In 1984, Durham University gave Professor Eric Sunderland to UCNW as the Principal, because there was such trouble on Sir Charles Evans’s watch at UCNW. The Eric who was a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend, as equally well-camouflaged as Sir Anthony Meyer.

Readers will know that I didn’t realise that Eric Sunderland was in camouflage until recently, but I have been told that Eric knew all about me and that he never forgot the undergrad who wrote to him about Gwynne the lobotomist. I met Eric many years later, when I was doing my PhD, because Professor Sunderland was doing the polite chit-chat and glasses of wine bit with the people who were attending the function that I was at. I am told that Eric found out that it was me whom he had met. That was just before all hell broke out at Bangor University, when the paedophile gang launched a full scale attack on the VC then in post in an attempt to remove him from his position, what with him, his wife and one of his mates having spilt the pints of the paedophile gang. The gang then then really went for the jugular after the VC’s wife died while she was in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at The Walton Centre. See previous posts eg. ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark.’

I know that that the services of Eric Sunderland were definitely being requested to remove Merfyn Jones from his job, although I don’t know what was said to Eric and what he did in response. The person who wanted to seek the assistance of the well-camouflaged one was the retired Head of IT at Bangor University, a man called Terry. Terry was from Anglesey and his dad had been a Top Doctor at the C&A Hospital in Bangor. Furthermore when Terry had worked at UCNW, he had been one of the AUT reps and it was Terry who had defended one of the paedophiles’ friends in the face of disciplinary action after allegations of unfair practice, one Professor Glyn Williams. Glyn Williams was remembered as the most frightful bully who made the lives of certain people utterly miserable. He was the umbrella for Dr Delyth Morris, the corrupt former Gwynedd social worker who bagged a job as an academic at UCNW, a job which she very obviously couldn’t do. I was told that Dr Duckula Morris owed her career and her PhD to Glyn Williams. Like Duckula, Glyn hated English people, particularly those who owned second homes in Gwynedd. Like Duckula, Glyn Williams had a second home in France. See post ‘Badlands’ for more Duckula-related memories.

It was Glyn Williams and Duckula who led the charge against the senior sociologist Graham Day at UCNW in the early 1990s on the basis of allegations of anti-Welsh racism which they knew to be wholly untrue. Dafydd and the gang had been obliged to swing into action because of the North Wales Police investigation into the paedophile gang causing such bad PR for the gang and their accomplices in UCNW (see post ‘Badlands’).

 

You think that Nerys caused you problems Top Doctors, so it was best if no treatment was available for her brain tumour? Well you ain’t seen nothing yet, to quote from Smashie and Nicey’s favourite track.

 

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How are you Great Mates? How’s your charidee work going?

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
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Avril Wayte is a Consultant Biochemist based at Ysbyty Gwynedd and the Clinical Director for Clinical Biochemistry for Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, responsible for laboratory service delivery on three sites in North Wales. She is a Fellow of the Royal College of Pathologists and Chair of the Wales Region Association for Clinical Biochemistry. She is married to Dr Don Wayte, Emeritus Home Office Pathologist, and they have six children. Her main interests are reading and walking, and looking after her family. So that’s why the NHS labs in north Wales are in chaos and have been for years.

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There ain’t nothing like a Dame Esther. To whom I wrote in 1988, supplying full details of the abuses of Dafydd et al at the North Wales Hospital. Esther didn’t reply; she was too busy ignoring the calls to Childline from kids in north Wales, marvelling over suggestively shaped root vegetables and getting those young men with curly hair on ‘That’s Life’ to Ring The Gas Board.

‘First, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones ran a trafficking gang.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. Who said: We’re sorry. This has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones unlawfully arrested and imprisoned Mary Wynch.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. And they said: We’re sorry. This has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones unlawfully arrested and imprisoned Sally Baker.’

So we ran the Gas Board. And they said: ‘We’re sorry. This has nothing to do with us.’

Then Dr Dafydd Alun Jones tried to bribe Sally, when Brown was listening to the call.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, this has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then someone tried to kill Sally, having already killed Anne.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, this has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then someone tried to kill Brown.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, this has nothing to do with us.’

‘Then someone tried to kill Brown’s brother.’

‘So we rang the Gas Board. They said: We’re sorry, but this has absolutely nothing to do with us.’

 

Could any of this possibly have been to do with this man, rather than the Gas Board?

 

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Now… Cyril:

Would that be Smith or Fletcher?

 

‘That’s Life’ in the mid-1980s might have been interested to know that on Anglesey, there was a connection between the Gas Board and Dafydd’s gang. When my friends and I lived in our shared house at Hen Llandegfan, there was a rather unpleasant family who lived in a sizeable ostentatious bungaloid behind us. Both the parents were NHS administrators for Gwynedd Health Authority. I don’t know what their names were, but they worked at the addresses which appeared at the top of the letters which Gwynedd Health Authority used to send me, refusing to investigate my complaints or release my medical records. The documents extracted by my lawyers many years later also have those addresses on, but are far, far more incriminating, detailing serious crime. One of the addresses was Eryldon, which was a Gwynedd Health Authority building in Caernarfon and the other was Preswylfa, a Gwynedd Health Authority building in Bangor.

The two NHS administrators drove expensive but boring cars and never mentioned a word to us about my battles with the NHS, but they became more and more hostile to everyone in our house, so much so that my house mates started wondering why our neighbours were so horrible. The pen pushers of the paedophile gang had a young adult son who worked for the Gas Board who was a total wanker, who used to drive very dangerously around Anglesey, as well as a younger teenager, Susan. There was one hell of a mushroom cloud when it transpired that Susan was pregnant and either hadn’t realised or hadn’t felt able to tell anyone. Susan was a school girl and she won’t have had the money for the private abortion clinic at Chester. Susan was growing a very visible bump and it eventually dawned on Mr and Mrs Pen Pusher what the situation was and for the last months of her pregnancy Susan was placed in purdah and wasn’t seen again until she was pushing the baby around the village.

It was grim and sad and not how someone should be treated when pregnant and it was more like 1955 than 1984, but that was the sodding Top Doctors for you. At least Susan wasn’t sent to Denbigh to be Helped by Dafydd, Mr and Mrs Pen Pusher weren’t going to let that happen, that was for Other People.

Mr and Mrs Pen Pusher were living next door to us because our house was a former vicarage and our landlords had built bungaloids over the extensive vicarage garden and then flogged them off. I always liked our landlords and I haven’t seen them for years, but yes, I’ve been told that the gang went after them. They would have been vulnerable to being threatened, blackmailed or bribed, because they were an Anglesey family and their elderly frail parents lived next door to us, while our landlords worked in the Middle East as academics.

Dr Gwilym Parry-Jones, the father of the family, had previously been a physics lecturer at UCNW and his wife Jean had taught at Bangor Technical College, which she freely admitted was a terrible institution. It became Coleg Menai in about 1986 and was ‘refurbished’ but because the paedophiles’ friends were still managing the place, there was of course no improvement and the local teenagers began an exodus to other colleges.

The Parry-Jones’s had four children. David went to school at Rydal and then I think went to UCNW to do a degree; Gwen went to Penrhos College, did physics at Manchester and then got a job at Wylfa, the nuclear power station on Anglesey. Gwen received massive UK-wide publicity at one point because she went on a round the world yacht race and I think that Wylfa sponsored her.

How were they persuaded to do that then Dafydd?

The two younger children, Adrian and Arthur, went to Rugby School. Adrian did medicine and now features on  Manchester University’s website, which tells us that:

Dr Adrian Parry-Jones is an NIHR Clinician Scientist and Senior Lecturer in Vascular Neurology in the Division of Cardiovascular Sciences and is an Honorary Consultant Neurologist at the Greater Manchester Comprehensive Stroke Centre, Salford Royal NHS Foundation Trust.

Adrian trained in Medicine at the University of Manchester and undertook clinical training in the North West and London. He was awarded an MRC Clinical Research Training Fellowship to undertake his PhD investigating the role of brain temperature in interleukin-1 mediated ischaemic brain injury. He completed his training in Neurology and Stroke Medicine in the North West and in Melbourne, Australia and commenced his current NIHR Clinician Scientist Award in March 2015.

Tony and Sadie Francis, who assisted Dafydd in facilitating the trafficking gang, both worked as Top Doctors at Manchester University and Sadie is a Manchester graduate. Adrian Parry-Jones was training/qualifying as a Top Doctor during the Waterhouse Inquiry. At Manchester, Adrian is part of the Lydia Becker Institute of Immunology and Inflammation, which includes a Centre funded by Wellcome.

 

The village in which we lived, Llandegfan, was a popular spot for Top Docs. D.G.E. Wood lived there, as did the corrupt Terry Maxwell, the Clinical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd and the Drs Francis didn’t live a million miles away either.

 

With that lot breaking out across north Wales, there was no way that Sir Anthony Meyer would not have got wind of it all. Particularly as Sir Anthony was a member of the security services.

Sir Anthony was the son of Sir Frank Meyer, who was the Tory MP for Great Yarmouth and the Vice-Chair of De Beers. Sir Anthony’s grandfather was Sir Carl Meyers, who worked for Rothschilds and later for De Beers and was the Governor of the National Bank of Egypt. Sir Carl was given his baronetcy for his huge donations to found a National Theatre in Britain.

Sir Anthony went to Eton – like his father and grandfather before him – and inherited the baronetcy at the age of 15, when his father died in a hunting accident. Sir Anthony spent a year at New College, Oxford, but withdrew. After serving in WWII he joined the Treasury and worked mostly on winding up the affairs of the Polish Gov’t in exile in London. Sir Anthony once observed that the greater part of his work had consisted of visiting Polish people in mental asylums. So Sir Anthony knew who were in asylums during the middle years of the 20th century and he knew that it wasn’t only people who were hopelessly mad.

There was a Polish community in north Wales. I met one the older members in the Hergest Unit in about 2001. The Hergest whistleblower and his colleague – who was forced out of her job before he was – discovered that this elderly Polish lady was not ‘mentally ill’, although she’d been sectioned. She had simply spent her whole life in the Polish home at Pwhelli and couldn’t speak English. Her distress at not being able to communicate with a Top Doctor had resulted in her being sectioned. That wasn’t a one off either. At about the same time, the Hergest hosted an elderly French lady who couldn’t speak English. There she was surrounded by Angels who were shouting at her to stop being so nasty to them ooh and she has long finger nails as well, she might scratch us, so we’ll cut them. She hadn’t ‘scratched’ anyone, she was an 80 year old lady and no-one could speak the same language as she did. Well one person could chat to her when he was on duty – the Hergest whistleblower. He is half French and is fluent, so he sat down and chatted away to her. She didn’t scratch him either, but no doubt the potential scratching of Angels had already been recorded as a Violent Attack on an Angel by a Dangerous Patient.

Whenever the North West Wales NHS Trust received a complaint from an Empowered Service User, Martin Jones, the Chief Exec, would invariably send a reply in which the complainant was told that they had had been ‘threatening and aggressive’. Martin used this phrase so often that eventually reading letters from him was like encountering a particularly dysfunctional parrot who just squawked ‘threatening and aggressive, threatening and aggressive’ repeatedly.

I’m delighted to say that with Martin’s departure from the north Wales NHS – Martin has now been given responsibility for leading the investigation of NHS complaints on a Wales-wide basis – the Angels, or at least the Angels of Ysbyty Glan Clwyd, have identified a new source of trauma from the Empowered Service Users. That is, speaking to an Angel in an Abrupt Manner. I had an e mail from an Angel at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd yesterday who was very angry after reading one of the cases featured on this blog. It was a case that caused a major scandal and even found its way onto the main BBC and the London-based media, but as the Angel who wrote to me explained, she was on duty at the time and she could tell me that not only was the lady who’s case had been featured in the UK media Abrupt In Her Manner to Angels, but furthermore this lady had Been Aloof when she was a patient. The Angel told me that this lady could have afforded to pay for private treatment and that is what she should have done if the NHS wasn’t good enough for her.

The Angel who wrote to me doesn’t seem to have noticed that she is working for a Health Board in special measures after it hosted Tawel Fan, the worse patient abuse scandal that there has ever been in the UK. Don’t want to be left crawling around naked on a floor covered with faeces and urine while the Angels swear at you and discuss their sex lives? Well bloody well go private then; as the Angels used to snap at everyone in Denbigh ‘it’s not a holiday camp you know’. No it was a dungeon full of the victims of a trafficking gang.

Dafydd and the Top Docs own and manage virtually all the private care in north Wales, so it’ll be out of the frying pan into the fire if one does go private. You’ll pay thousands a week to be abused and neglected as opposed to getting it all free on the NHS.

 

After Sir Anthony Meyer waved a fond farewell to visiting people in asylums who should not have been there, he joined the diplomatic service. He was appointed to the British Embassy in Paris, 1951-56 and then was posted to Moscow. Sir Anthony really hated it in Moscow, the food and drink and culture wasn’t what it should have been for a man of nobility and taste. Fortunately for Sir Anthony, the British Gov’t flew him and his family home after he reported that the Ruskies has attempted to compromise him. Sir Anthony was ‘lured into a cab’ by a femme fatale and as soon as he was in there, he was joined by a KGB officer. Or that was Sir Anthony’s account at least.

Sir Anthony then worked for the Foreign Office, concerning himself mainly with softening up the British public to accepting entry to the Common Market, 1958-62. Sir Anthony was a very keen European and in 1962 he resigned from the Foreign Office and went to work – unpaid because he had a private income – for the Common Market Campaign led by Liberal peer Gladwyn Jebb.

Sir Anthony decided to enter politics, but was torn between the Liberals and the Tories. In the end he plumped for the Tories because of his admiration for Harold Macmillan. At the time Supermac was embroiled in the Profumo Affair as well as the fall-out from other scandals pivoting around spies and sex. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’.

Sir Anthony was elected as the Tory MP for Eton and Slough – home from home there then – in 1964, but lost the seat in 1966. He began looking for another seat but his extreme liberalism had made him almost untouchable in the Tory Party. Eventually a fellow old Etonian, Nigel Birch, came to Sir Anthony’s rescue and recommended that Sir Anthony should succeed him in the constituency of West Flintshire, which later became Clwyd North West. Sir Anthony was elected for West Flintshire in 1970.

In 1970, John Allen had just opened the Bryn Alyn Community and the long-standing abuse ring in north Wales was going into business big time. Published accounts tell us that Sir Anthony got to know his prospective constituency well and spent much time in the area studying every aspect of the community. He will have known about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Furthermore, Sir Anthony’s father-in-law was a barrister who knew the corrupt lawyers who were colluding with Dafydd. Sir Anthony could not have missed what was going on in West Flintshire.

 

Nigel Birch, who was the only Tory prepared to give Sir Anthony a break, is considered to have been one of the key people who put the boot into Macmillan, weakening him to such an extent that Macmillan didn’t recover and his Gov’t fell a few years later. It seems a little odd that Sir Anthony, who claimed to be a big admirer of Macmillan, would have accepted such a kind offer from the person who laid the first deathly blow on Macmillan. So someone probably told porkies somewhere.

Nigel Birch – later Lord Rhyl – had the dirt on those in high places, which preceded the dirt of Dafydd et al, although Dafydd et al built their empire on the dirt which Nigel Birch had knowledge of. Nigel Birch had served as Secretary of State for Air, 1955-57, under PMs Anthony Eden and then Macmillan and was married to Esme Glyn, the daughter of the 4th Baron Wolverton, Frederick Glyn. Glyn was a Tory peer who had served in the Tory administration of Arthur Balfour as Vice-Chamberlain of the Household, 1902-05. So Nigel Birch’s wife’s family were aristocrats who were close to the Royal Family and Birch had served in Gov’t with responsibilities regarding the MoD while Lord Louis Mountbatten was First Sea Lord… See post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ for further details of the Naughtiness in High Places which swirled around Mountbatten when he was First Sea Lord.

A brief perusal of Nigel Birch’s life and career throws up many of the names with whom Trumpers was associated (see post ’95 Glorious Years’). The Trumpers who as a junior Health Minister did the dirty deed of appointing Jimmy Savile to the task force which ran Broadmoor. Edwina and Ken Clarke knew what Trumpers had done and didn’t block or undo it, but Trumpers was the culprit although she kept a very low profile when the Savile scandal erupted and let Edwina Currie take the blame (see posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’ and ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’.)

 

Nigel Birch and Sir Anthony would have known another Posh Man in north Wales who was both a friend of the paedophile gang and the father of one of them – Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in the care of the social services but was allowed to continue doing this. Thomas eventually made a complaint that this boy had stolen from him after they’d spent the night together. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas did not face any action, although he had been quite upfront about why he had spent the night with the boy. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died from HIV/AIDS in 1993. Thomas and his father died just weeks apart.

Lord Kenyon was President of UCNW; Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority; a Flintshire County Councillor; a member of the North Wales Police Authority; a Director of Lloyd’s Bank; the most senior Freemason in north Wales; and had responsibility for the Flintshire Record Office, ie. access to the personal data of a great many people. Lord Kenyon held many other positions as well, many of them connected with arts/literature/museums. See previous posts, including ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

Sir Anthony became a wealthy man in the early 1960s after he received his inheritance from his mother. He became a Lloyds underwriter in 1961 and received a substantial income from that.

Sir Anthony served as the PPS to his friend Maurice Macmillan, 1970-74, who was at the time the Chief Secretary to the Treasury. In the early 1960s, Maurice Macmillan, son of Harold, held a senior position in a pig farming investment business which resulted in a lot of farmers being fleeced. The business was widely viewed as being a major scam run by crooks, one of whom was Maurice Macmillan, who used his status as the PM’s son to persuade people that it was sound.

At the Feb 1974 General Election, Sir Anthony came up with a stroke of genius. He called for a coalition led by Woy Jenkins, the bisexual swinging paedophiles’ friend who had spent much time and effort concealing not just Dafydd’s gang, but the very serious crime associated with it and the corruption in the Home Office which made it all possible. See post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’

It was in 1974 that Sir Anthony resigned from the Bow Group after their magazine published an attack on Ted Heath, of whom Sir Anthony was a strong supporter.

During the Westland Affair, which began in April 1985 and continued until the early months of 1986, Sir Anthony urged Thatch to resign. Thatch didn’t, although Westland resulted in the resignation of Tarzan and then the resignation of Leon Brittan. Had the degree of dishonesty on the part of Thatch and members of the Cabinet been known at the time, Westland would have brought down Thatch’s Gov’t and at the time, Thatch et al did think that it might be curtains for them at one point. Details of the Westland Affair and the Somerset politicians who jumped on the bandwagon and knew people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me can be read in my post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve ‘.

Just to refresh everyone’s memories, here’s a quick resume. Nearly everyone involved has appeared many times on this blog with regard to their role in colluding with Dafydd and the gang.

 

The Westland Affair revolved around the fate of Westland Helicopters,  a company in Somerset, for which Janet Mitchell, whom I knew before I went to university, worked. Westland was considered a small concern by the Mr Bigs of industry, but it was a big deal in Somerset and a number of Somerset MPs, including some known to people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al, had a lot resting on the future of Westland. Westland had been ailing for years and in 1985-86 Thatch’s Gov’t was involved in a major scrap regarding the rescue package which would be offered to Westland.

Initially, Heseltine, the Defence Secretary, didn’t give a stuff about the fate of Westland when it was deemed to be in need of a rescue package. However, Heseltine’s ears pricked up in Nov 1985, when the Chairman of Westland, John Cuckney, proposed that Westland merge with United Technologies Corporation, of which the US company Sikorsky was a subsidiary. Heseltine opposed this plan after realising that Westland would probably become responsible for assembling the Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk, which the Ministry of Defence would then be under great pressure to buy. Heseltine preferred for Westland to go into receivership so that British companies GEC and British Aerospace could buy the viable parts of the business.

British Aerospace had a factory at Broughton in Meyer’s constituency, which was a political hot potato because of the lack of highly skilled well-paid jobs in the area. The Broughton factory is now known as Airbus.

In mid-October Heseltine had suggested that a European consortium should rescue Westland. Leon Brittan, who had replaced Tebbs as Trade and Industry Secretary in Sept 1985, at first urged Thatcher to consider a European option (Heseltine later claimed Brittan preferred this option, although Brittan denied this). The Gov’t was officially neutral (i.e. arguing that it was a matter for Westland Directors and shareholders) but by November Heseltine was lobbying hard for the European option. In late November Peter Levene, Chief of Procurement at the Ministry of Defence, had a meeting at the Ministry with his French, West German and Italian counterparts (the National Armaments Directors or NADs) and the representatives of the consortium, and agreed to “buy European” for certain classes of helicopters. If Westland went ahead with Sikorsky, its helicopters, under this new agreement, would be unable to be bought by the four Gov’ts. Thatch, who only learned of the meeting through John Cuckney, was displeased, as were Brittan and the Treasury, who thought the US option might be cheaper, although Thatch and Brittan kept to their official pretence of neutrality.

On 5 and 6 December 1985, Thatch had two ad hoc meetings with Heseltine, Brittan, Tebbit, Willie Whitelaw (Deputy PM), Geoffrey Howe, (Foreign Secretary) and Nigel Lawson (Chancellor of the Exchequer).

Brittan argued that the NADs’ opposition should be set aside, but Howe and Tebbit were not unsympathetic to Heseltine’s proposed consortium, and the decision was deferred to the Cabinet Economic Affairs Committee (E(A)) on Monday 9 December 1985. Cuckney and a Westland financial adviser were invited to attend the E(A) meeting. Cuckney said that it was the Westland’s management’s view that the Sikorsky option was the best one. A majority of the E(A) meeting agreed to dismiss the NADs’ opposition. Thatch, who complained that three hours had been spent discussing a company with a market capitalisation of only £30m, allowed Heseltine until 4 pm on Friday 13 December to submit a viable proposal for a European deal.

Heseltine did submit a proposal (with British Aerospace and GEC now part of his consortium), but Westland’s Directors rejected it and chose Sikorsky. Heseltine had expected that there would be a second meeting of E(A) to discuss his consortium, but no such meeting was called; Thatcher later claimed that the Monday meeting had agreed to leave the decision to Westland to take, but it later emerged that Ridley and Lord David Young had placed such a meeting in their diaries and had been told by No 10 that it had been cancelled. Heseltine threatened resignation for the first time.

At Cabinet on Thursday 12 December 1985, Heseltine had an angry exchange with Thatcher about the allegedly cancelled meeting (Thatcher claimed that no such meeting had ever been scheduled). Westland was not on the Cabinet agenda that day and Thatcher refused to permit a discussion on the matter, arguing that Cabinet could not do so without the necessary papers. Heseltine asked for his dissent to be minuted, and this was not done, although Cabinet Secretary Robert Armstrong (see post ‘Lord Robert Armstrong’)  claimed that this had been an error and added it himself.

On Monday 16 December Brittan told the Commons that the decision was up to Westland; on Wednesday 18 December Heseltine won the backing of the Commons Defence Committee for the European Consortium’s latest bid. On Thursday 19 December the matter was discussed at Cabinet for ten minutes: Cabinet approved leaving the decision to Westland and Heseltine was ordered to cease campaigning for the European option.

Over Christmas, Thatcher discussed with close colleagues the option of sacking Heseltine, as Brittan had urged her to do (Chief Whip John Wakeham cautioned against), but – as Thatch later admitted in her memoirs – she shrank from doing so as he was too popular and weighty a political figure. Thatcher and ministerial colleagues spent two and a half hours writing three successive drafts of a letter threatening Heseltine with the sack, but did not send it because her press adviser Bernard Ignham advised that Heseltine might use it an excuse to resign.

By now the political row was being discussed in the media. Cuckney wrote to Thatcher, at her behest, asking for reassurance that the Sikorsky deal would not damage Westland’s business prospects in Europe. Heseltine was not satisfied with Thatcher’s draft reply when he saw it and consulted Sir Patrick Mayhew (Solicitor-General) and acting Attorney General, because Sir Michael Havers, the AG, was ill) on the grounds that the Gov’t might be legally liable for any incorrect advice. Heseltine supplied extra material about the risk of losing European business, which Thatcher did not include in her reply to Cuckney. Thatcher replied to Cuckney to the effect that the British Gov’t would continue to support Westland in gaining orders in Europe.

In early January 1986, Heseltine then wrote to David Horne of Lloyds Merchant Bank, who was advising the European consortium (in reply to planted questions from Horne which had been dictated to him over the phone by one of Heseltine’s staff), giving him the advice which Thatch had declined to include in her letter to Cuckney. Contradicting Thatch’s reassurances to Cuckney, Heseltine claimed that the Sikorsky deal would be “incompatible with participation” in European helicopter projects. Heseltine’s letter was leaked to ‘The Times’. This was a blatant challenge to Thatcher’s authority as Heseltine had not consulted Downing Street, the DTI or Mayhew before writing to Horne.

Heseltine’s letter to Horne, on Thatcher’s request, was referred to the Solicitor-General, Patrick Mayhew. Mayhew sent a reply to Heseltine, noting “material inaccuracies” in Heseltine’s letter, and asking Heseltine to write to Horne again, correcting them. Mayhew’s letter of rebuke to Heseltine – marked “Confidential” – reached Heseltine at lunchtime on Monday 6 January and was immediately and selectively leaked to the Press Association by Colette Bowe, Chief Information Officer at the DTI, at Brittan’s request. There was controversy over whose orders Colette Bowe was following. The Attorney-General Michael Havers, took a stern view of leaks, especially of confidential legal advice, and threatened to resign if an official inquiry was not set up to look into it. Thatcher agreed to do this.

Cabinet met on the morning of Thursday 9 January 1986, with Thatch already having agreed her position with close colleagues at Chequers that weekend and arranged that Scottish Secretary George Younger should take over as Defence Secretary if Heseltine resigned. Westland was first on the agenda and Heseltine and Brittan were permitted to put their cases. Heseltine had won the moral high ground over the leaking saga, but Lawson recorded that he seemed obsessive at Cabinet and attracted little sympathy. Thatcher then reiterated her position, which had already been endorsed by the Cabinet, that Westland’s future was a matter for Westland to decide, and announced that as this was a time of business negotiations all answers to questions about Westland must be cleared through the Cabinet Office. Heseltine agreed.

However, in response to a question by Nicholas Ridley, Thatch then confirmed that this also applied to statements which had already been made. Heseltine argued that he should be allowed to reaffirm statements he had already made but Thatcher disagreed, arguing that Cabinet collective responsibility should be observed. Heseltine protested that there had been no collective responsibility and left. Heseltine then walked out of Downing Street and announced his resignation to the media.

Thatcher then adjourned the Cabinet for a brief break. George Younger was then offered and accepted the office of Defence Secretary, which Heseltine had just relinquished. The PM’s office then requested Malcolm Rifkind to take up Younger’s previous job, Scottish Secretary, which he accepted. Cabinet then resumed.

At 4 pm that day at the Ministry of Defence (rather than waiting to make a statement to the House of Commons when it resumed four days later) Heseltine delivered a resignation statement detailing his grievances. He blamed Thatcher’s intransigence. Tarzan may well have prepared this earlier, although his Private Secretary Richard Mottram says not. To Thatcher’s fury, Defence officials had helped him throughout the crisis and in preparing this document. Thatcher sent a letter to Heseltine, as is customary on these occasions.

On 13 January 1986, Thatch held a meeting with Whitelaw, Brittan, Younger and Wakeham to decide what should then happen. The conclusion was that Brittan, rather than Thatch, should reply to Heseltine’s statement on that day.

In his resignation statement in the Commons Heseltine accused Brittan of pressuring Sir Raymond Lygo, CEO of British Aerospace, to withdraw from the European Consortium. In response to questions in the House from Heseltine, Brittan denied that he had received a letter from Lygo, but later had to admit that he had received a letter from Sir Austin Pearce, Chairman of British Aerospace; he had not disclosed it, he claimed, because it was marked Private and Strictly Confidential. He was forced to return to the House a few hours later to apologise.

Robert Armstrong held an inquiry into the leaking of Mayhew’s letter and reported his findings to Thatch on 21 January. Armstrong concluded that Brittan had told Bowe to leak Mayhew’s letter through a telephone conversation to Roger Mogg, Brittan’s Private Secretary. Thatcher is said to have asked Brittan four times: “Leon, why didn’t you tell me.” Havers, who demanded the inquiry, later claimed: “Unless the PM is the most marvellous actress I’ve ever seen in my life she was as shocked as anybody that in fact it was on Leon Brittan’s instructions.” At the time, Brittan claimed he had misunderstood Thatcher’s wishes but later (on the television programme The Thatcher Factor on 7 April 1989) admitted that he had acted on the “express” instructions of Charles Powell and Bernard Ingham, Thatcher’s two senior advisers. On 23 January, Thatcher had to make a speech to the Commons on Armstrong’s inquiry.

Brittan was being heavily criticised because of the fall-out from the leak of the Mayhew letter and because of his lack of candour about the letter from British Aerospace. A meeting of the 1922 Committee Conservative back-benchers, demanded Brittan’s resignation. On 24 January therefore Brittan resigned.

On 27 January 1986, Labour set down an adjournment motion. Whitelaw, Howe, Wakeham, John Biffen and Douglas Hurd helped Thatcher draft her speech for this occasion. Ronald Miller, one of Thatch’s friends, was asked to help revise the speech and Thatch remarked to him that she might not be Prime Minister by six o’clock that evening if things went badly.

The Windbag was thought to have made a poor opening speech. Heseltine was frustrated at the Windbag’s failure to exploit the moment and claimed that Thatch’s statement brought “the politics of the matter to an end” and that he would support the Gov’t in the lobby.

Sikorsky then bought Westland, aided by mysterious prior purchases by mystery buyers, suspected by Cuckney and others, although without clear proof, of being an illegal concert party. 

 

Westland damaged Thatcher’s reputation and made her look anti-European for the first time. It has been suggested that Thatcher’s keenness on American control of Westland may have been linked to the Al-Yamamah arms deal, or that the US might have wanted Westland to sell Black Hawk helicopters to Saudi Arabia in circumvention of Congressional rules which prevented US arms sales to that country at the time.

Brittan’s behaviour was thought in part to have been motivated by resentment at his demotion from Home Secretary to Trade and Industry Secretary in September 1985. However, he also thought Heseltine’s mooted European consortium to be monopolistic and anti-competitive.

Apart from his clash of personalities with Thatcher, it was thought that Heseltine, concerned at having to take responsibility for Defence cuts which had been put back until 1986 and worried that Thatcher was unlikely to promote him further, was looking for an excuse to resign. Resigning would put him in good stead to be elected Party leader after, as seemed likely at the time, the Conservatives lost the next election due by summer 1988.

Heseltine retired to the back benches and spent nearly five years conducting an undeclared campaign for the party leadership. Although Thatch was re-elected in 1987, Heseltine eventually challenged Thatch in November 1990, polling well enough to hasten her resignation.

 

Now here are a few observations that you won’t find in any other accounts of the Westland affair, as well as of course, the observation that some of those involved were known to me and to people in Somerset who knew me.

All of the politicians involved as well as the civil servants, knew about Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and that Peter Morrison was part of it. They also knew about the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring. In July 2015, the Mail Online reported that in 1986, the then head of MI5 Sir Antony Duff wrote to Armstrong and told him that an MP had a ‘penchant for small boys’. Armstrong’s response was that ‘at the present stage…the risks of political embarrassment to the Government is rather greater than the security danger’. It is accepted that the MP concerned was Peter Morrison. It was Armstrong who warned Thatch about Jimmy Savile’s sexual tastes and told her that embarrassment could result if he was given a K. Thatch carried on lobbying for him to have one and he got one. It was Armstrong who, in the Spycatcher trial, coined the phrase ‘economical with the truth’.

Lord Armstrong gave years of loyal service to PMs who concealed organised abuse. He was PPS to Ted Heath, 1970-75 and Cabinet Secretary to Thatch, 1979-87.

What was Sir Peter Morrison’s own position while the huge fight was happening? He was Minister of State for Trade and Industry throughout much of it, Morrison was in that post between Sept 1985-Sept 1986.

No wonder Tarzan saw his opportunity and mayhem prevailed, with lies being told from all quarters.

There have been constant allegations that Leon Brittan was involved in organised abuse himself. He had certainly really pushed the boat out to collude with and to conceal it when he had been Home Secretary just before the Westland Affair blew up, including claiming that he could not remember being given the dossier of Westminster and other VIP child molesters by Geoffrey Dickens MP, then remembering that he had been given the dossier after all and then managing to lose it. See previous posts.

Michael Havers, during his time as Attorney General, is known to have blocked the prosecutions of Westminster and Whitehall figures whom it is now admitted were known to be abusing children. Havers was the MP for Wimbledon, so a number of the staff of St George’s Hospital Medical School who were facilitating and concealing the trafficking rings, including Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, were among Havers’s constituents. See previous posts for information about Havers and his sister, Elizabeth Butler-Sloss, who was called upon to Chair the Inquiry into the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal in 1988, which was a result of the activities of Dafydd’s Friends In The North and whitewashed that.

Patrick Mayhew, just a few years after the Westland Affair, when he had become Attorney General, authorised a number of prosecutions of me which were accompanied by requests that I should be imprisoned, on the basis of what Mayhew and the lawyers presenting the evidence knew was perjury. See post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’. Before Mayhew was elected as an MP, he had worked as a barrister for the MDU and was the man responsible for ensuring that the paedophile psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser continued to practice, even after he had sexually assaulted a child. Fraser was a Top Doctor based in Belfast and was involved with children from the Kincora Boys’ Home, which was the centre of a trafficking ring, linked with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and other rings on mainland Britain. Lord Mountbatten and Anthony Blunt are two of the names which have been consistently linked with the allegations regarding Kincora. Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet and Carlo was the Chancellor of UCNW while Dafydd and his mates used the college to facilitate their gang.

Morris Fraser subsequently left Belfast and relocated to London, where he worked at Springfield Hospital, the mental health unit attached to St George’s and UCL.

Mayhew was eventually appointed Secretary of State for N Ireland.

John Wakeham, later Lord Wakeham, some two years after Westland became Sir Peter Morrison’s boss in the Dept of Energy.

At the time of Westland, Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary. In which role he was colluding with the serious criminality in north Wales, much  of which was aimed at my friends and I. Hurd was also the nephew of a colleague of Prof Greig-Smith, the Professor of Plant Biology at Bangor, a senior member of staff in the Dept which employed D.G.E. Wood’s wife. See post ‘Additional Security Measures’. Before becoming Home Secretary, Hurd had been N Ireland Secretary.

I notice the running theme that was Lloyds Bank as well.

Throughout the Westland Affair, Heseltine was constantly batting on behalf of British Aerospace’s interests, in any way that he could, using whatever justification. The British Aerospace which had that factory in Sir Anthony Meyers constituency; Myers gained Brownie points by ‘supporting’ British Aerospace. Sir Anthony was a very keen European, as was Tarzan. Tarzan also wanted to become PM very, very badly. For further details of Tarzan’s Struggle, see post ‘A Legend Lives’.

Sir Anthony knew that Brown, me and our friends had realised that something very serious and very criminal was happening in north Wales, because by then the security services had us all under surveillance and Sir Anthony was Of MI6. We knew that whatever was going on was related to criminal conduct on the part of Top Docs and we knew that it involved sexual misconduct and drugs, but we didn’t realise that it was a pan-European trafficking ring involving Westminster and people associated with Lilibet. We knew that it was something big however, because the Top Docs were just quite mad and very, very nasty. Even the most hopeless plod in the world would have taken one look at them and concluded that ‘they’ve got something to hide Sarge’.

By the time that the Westland Affair had begun, the Top Docs were clearly prepared to do pretty much anything to block all complaints and shut us up.

After acting as a stalking horse in Nov 1989 and thus allowing the real challenge to Thatcher’s leadership a year later, from which Tarzan hoped to benefit – Meyer supported Tarzan in the leadership campaign which John Major eventually won – Meyer’s constituency party and the tabloid press turned on him. He was deselected and stood down at the 1992 General Election. Events were spiced up when the tabloids revealed that Sir Anthony had been having an affair – which lasted approx 25 years – with a former model and blues singer, Simone Washington. His wife knew and was unconcerned. I’m of the opinion that it was a matter for Sir Anthony, his wife and Simone, but when reading about Sir Anthony, I picked up a few clues that Simone and Sir Anthony’s wife might not have been the only people with whom Sir Anthony was discussing Uganda.

Meyer arrived in north east Wales in 1970 knowing that there was a VIP paedophile/trafficking ring already in place and he knew that they had plans to expand their business in a very big way in the near future. I cannot help suspecting that Sir Anthony might have been one of those attending Dafydd’s ‘clinics’ or even calling in at Dafydd’s Prestatyn knocking shop which I described in my post ‘You Know I’m No Good…’. Whatever was going on, Sir Anthony was as desperate as the rest of north Wales, Westminster and Whitehall and the legal and medical establishment to ensure that Dafydd and the gang were not put out of action, even if people had to die to keep the show on the road. Everybody was at each others throats, a few daft old men and one daft old women thought that they had a God-given right to a job as a Prime Minister and even more daft old buggers wanted to have sex with people who didn’t want to have sex with them. Even if the objects of desire were 12 years old, a refusal was not accepted.

Everyone involved in the Westland scrap will have been aware that what was happening were sordid political deals being done in desperation because a small group of young academics and media professionals had realised that something terrible was going on in north Wales and that it was Top Doctor-related. Why couldn’t the Windbag make a better speech when Thatcher was on the ropes? Partly because he’s hopeless, but partly because his mate Tony Francis was in it up to his eye-balls and Francis et al weren’t just serving up fresh meat to horrible old Tories. There were horrible old members of other parties involved as well. Including one who wasn’t so old.

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To return to the 1987 General Election and the plan by Dafydd and the gang to get me up to north Wales from Leicester, where I was then living, days after that election and frame me for a serious crime – attempting to stab a doctor (see posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’). My documents show that Risley Remand Centre and David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission were on board with the plan, along with Dafydd, Laurie Wood, the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and Tony Francis and his colleagues at Ysbyty Gwynedd. The letter to Ewart saying that I had been arrested and was in Risley Remand Centre had actually been written at the North Wales Hospital and sent to Ewart. However the plan backfired because Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, didn’t tell as many lies as he was expected to tell and Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station refused to let D.G.E. Wood into the police station – Wood had no legal right to be there anyway. Neither would Sgt Morgan take statements over the phone from Angels from Denbigh who were ringing the police station while I was sitting in front of Sgt Morgan, telling him that I had threatened them.

I returned to Leicester the next day. Brown and I subsequently asked my solicitor if we could bring charges of perjury but he said that would not be possible. No complaints of mine were being investigated by the NHS, so I persisted with trying to get answers over the phone. I told Alun Davies that it would appear that he and his colleagues were guilty of conspiracy and perjury and that Sgt Morgan had told me that ‘they are all conspiring against you up there’. Davies bellowed down the phone ‘we’ll be putting in a complaint about him’. Sgt Morgan was subsequently arrested and charged with indecently assaulting a 14 year old girl in custody, on the grounds that he had put his hand into the back pocket of her jeans when he was searching her. He was found guilty and sacked. Jeff Crowther seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty weeks before his trial.

Sgt Morgan’s colleagues were colluding with a gang who repeatedly buggered and raped children as young as nine. They beat them, they framed them for trivial as well as serious offences and they murdered some victims and witnesses.

Because so many transparent lies were told to me when I was trying to follow up my complaints in the autumn of 1987, on one occasion when yet again I was told that Dafydd ‘wasn’t available’, that no-one knew where he was or when he would be available, I told the secretary to tell Dafydd that I was due to speak to a tabloid newspaper about the mental health services in north Wales the next morning. Dafydd rang me within 20 mins and offered me a place at Liverpool Medical School if I dropped my complaint about him. I did not take up the generous offer.

On 18 Nov 1987, a fireball at King’s Cross Station killed 31 people. I was due to be passing through the station at the time of the fire. I had been delayed so I missed it. I have been told that the fire was supposed to have killed me.

 

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The Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, Oliver Brooke, had been imprisoned for the possession of child porn just days after I was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Denbigh by Dafydd in Dec 1986. Brooke was a key player in a big pan-European paedophile ring, of which Dafydd’s gang were a part. Ollie Brooke had his sentence cut and was released on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane just before the 1987 General Election.

 

Sir Anthony Meyer once said of his wartime service that ‘Of the dozen closest friends of my youth, ten were killed in the war – a tragic waste of life.’

Hundreds and hundreds of kids passed through the north Wales children’s homes in the 1970s, 80s and 90s and many disappeared, never to be seen again. Of all the patients that I was illegally imprisoned with in Denbigh in the winter of 1986/87, I think that I am the only one who is still alive. Only about three of them were in late middle age at the time.

 

Readers might remember that the one thing that Heseltine still receives credit for is his role in the regeneration of Liverpool in the early 1980s. He channelled funding into areas like Liverpool 8. At the time Dafydd’s gang virtually ran Liverpool. Liz Stables, Dafydd’s mate who worked as the Angel at the Student Health Centre at UCNW from 1983, was formerly a teacher in Liverpool 8. Liz kept in touch with her former pupils, some of whom were sex workers and prostitutes and Liz visited Liverpool 8 on a frequent basis. Dafydd’s ‘drug clinics’ in north Wales were full of addicts from Liverpool. Dafydd’s neglectful and abusive ‘nursing homes’ also swelled with numbers of vulnerable people who had been dumped in north Wales by Liverpool City Council who considered them expensive, troublesome citizens. Dafydd made a fortune out of them and it was OK by Liverpool, because after I think it was six months, they then became the financial responsibility of the County Councils in north Wales.

There is an Angel called Mal Hendy who arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd from Liverpool back in about 1985. Mal is very pleasant himself, but he has worked in north Wales for decades now and has witnessed patients violently assaulted, illegally detained, fitted up, threatened and abducted by the gang. He knows just how serious the crime is but like all of his colleagues, Mal hasn’t said a word about any of it.

 

Regarding the constant attempts of Dafydd and the gang to fit me up for serious offences. One person who knew exactly what was going on was Sgt Tim Evans of the North Wales Police. Tim was a neighbour of Mary Wynch’s and would have known that she had been wrongfully arrested and illegally imprisoned. When the Top Doctors were constantly demanding my arrest in the late 1980s/throughout the 1990s, it was often Sgt Evans who was called upon to arrest me. Jeff Crowther, the nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd,  told me that Tim Evans had told Jeff that he thought that the situation was ‘farcical’ in that there was a hospital full of highly paid people claiming to be Experts, but they continually demanded the arrest of one ‘mischievous young woman’ whom the police could see was not dangerous and had not committed the crimes which were being attributed to her.

Tim Evans knew about the attempt to frame and imprison me in 1987. Still no-one asked any questions. In the early 1990s, Tim Evans was called upon by the Top Doctors to arrest me constantly. At one point I was told by Jeff Crowther that Tim told the Top Doctors quite frankly that I had rights as well and they could not simply demand that I be arrested when there was no evidence that I had committed any crime. In response to this Tony Francis wrote to the Chief Constable, complaining about Sgt Evans and explaining that I was very dangerous, that the Top Doctors’ complaints about me were not being taken seriously and explaining that as Top Docs they knew better than plods. The Chief Constable to whom Francis wrote was David Owen, who famously refused to co-operate with the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, 1991-93.

Tim was asked to arrest me again within days of Francis writing to the Chief Constable. When I challenged Tim, he simply said that when he was sacked I would not be able to get him his job back. I was taken off to the police station for yet another interview about a non-crime. There were no charges brought against me.

I later heard that Tim was promoted to the rank of Inspector and was one of the officers whom it was suspected didn’t co-operate with the investigations into the abuse of children in north Wales. At one point, Tim Evans went ‘undercover’ in Cheshire. Dafydd’s gang operated in north Wales and Cheshire, everyone will have known who Tim Evans was…

 

 

Another familiar name who also was thought not to have tried too hard in terms of investigating child abuse in north Wales was Jo Bott, a former WPC with the North Wales Police who later became the Child Protection Officer for Gwynedd. It was Jo Bott who was involved in the case detailed in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’. Jo Bott was asked to review the case of a young baby who’s father was being unlawfully denied any access after being asked to leave the family home days after the birth of the baby. The father was deeply concerned because the 18 year old son of his former partner – her son from a previous relationship – had abused two ten year old boys. After Bott’s initial visit to the baby’s father – which was requested by the baby’s father himself – Bott made a return visit to the baby’s father and told him that his former partner had admitted that her eldest son had abused two 10 yrs olds but Jo Bott ‘wasn’t worried’ about this, because the mother of the baby had told the 10 year olds not to visit the family home again. Jo Bott told the baby’s father that there would be no case conference. There were still no arrangements made for the father to visit his baby.

Some three weeks later, two neighbours told the baby’s father that the 18 year old son of his former partner had been caught once more abusing boys whom he offered to babysit. The baby’s father contacted the GPs in Bethesda with his concerns once more. Jo Bott arrived at the baby’s father’s house and told him and his new wife that there were absolutely no concerns about the family and told his new wife to ‘leave [his former partner] alone’. She had not had any contact in any way with her husband’s former partner since the relationship broke up.

I later found out that a deal had been done between the Bethesda GPs, Jo Bott, Gwynedd Social Services and the mental health services to maintain that it was the baby’s father who was a ‘risk’ to the baby in the face of no evidence that this was so. He was never aware that this deal had been done. He never did gain access to his baby, the baby is now an adult and his father has never met him. The baby grew up in a house with a paedophile. Just before the Waterhouse Inquiry, one person who witnessed the ‘deal’ being thrashed out because he lodged in the family home at the time was killed by a lorry.

Many years ago, the father of the baby in this case had witnessed the abuse of children in the Ty Newydd children’s home in Bangor and confronted the social workers responsible. He and his then wife received a visit from the Drug Squad a few days later, who planted Class A drugs on them; his wife had also witnessed the abuse of kids in Ty Newydd. At the station this man was punched in the face by a senior officer. He was left to walk home. He had a psychotic episode, set fire to his house, was re-arrested by the police, detained in Risley Remand Centre where he heard inmates on the ‘hospital wing’ wing beaten up by the screws every night and was then unlawfully transferred to Denbigh, where he was unlawfully detained for a year. The charges against him were dropped somewhere along the way.

This man always told me that he set fire to his house. The exact details were that he was hearing the voice of God and hallucinated a massive spider. He told me that he then heard a voice saying ‘raze this house’, so he lit a gas stove, turned it on its side presuming that it would set fire to the house and went up into the mountains, where he was arrested hours later, after being told that he was now going to be charged with arson and endangering life, thus it was off to Risley…

I received a message today telling me that all these years, a myth has been spun. I have been told that it wasn’t that man who set fire to the house at all. After he threw the stove on its side and went up into the mountains, somebody else went in and set fire to the house…

Til, who used to work at S4C and lived next door to that man in Gray Street, Carneddi and really hated him: do you happen to know who it was who did set fire to that house?

 

This was the Home Secretary in post when it all kicked off in Carneddi/Bangor Police Station/Risley/North Wales Hospital:

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I have made previous references to the good PR coverage that the paedophile gang are careful to ensure that they receive when exposure threatens. North Wales has been entertained over the past two years or so to see that, while things have got really seriously grim at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, the Betsi is constantly giving itself awards or even picking up awards from other organisations which are as questionable as the Betsi is. The awards are always accompanied by a pic of Top Docs, Angels and the presence of a journo ensures that a little piece will appear in the local paper.

I saw an article in the local press in north Wales concerning some Award Winners just after I had finished my PhD. Dafydd’s gang were getting very stressed indeed at the time, after their failure to stitch me up for a serious crime. They had told everyone that I’d be getting at least five years in prison before the trial had even started. Then Brown and me started appearing in the broadsheets and then we made it clear that one day we would be publishing about matters north Wales.

So imagine my surprise when in the midst of the Paedophiles’ Panic, I saw a few faces that I recognised staring out at me from the newspaper, Award Winners all. They were people whom I had known well through my years of battle with Dafydd et al. The person receiving a Extra Special Lifetime Achievement Award was Mike Williams, who was the charge nurse on Bryn Golau Ward when I was illegally held there by Dafydd, along with all the other witnesses/victims to the wrongdoing of the gang. Mike Williams witnessed Dafydd turning up after midnight to ‘visit’ me. Mike Williams knew that I had been detained illegally. Mike Williams was there when orders came from Dafydd that I was suddenly to be driven to the nearest railway station, put on a train to London, told to ‘shut my mouth about DA’ and that if I ever came back to north Wales I’d be arrested. Mike Williams was also there when he was asked if I should be put in the dungeon. That was when he started being nice to me. I’d Heard and he knew it.

Mike was nice to me for the rest of my time in Denbigh. I was told by another Angel years ago that Mike Williams was the only Angel there who wasn’t afraid of Dafydd. So I always wondered how he’d managed to keep his job at Denbigh. When I saw Mike receiving his award in the paper, I wrote to him and told him that I remembered him. I didn’t hear back, but I thought well it is a very long time ago and he’s 70 now.

The other Award Winners were an Angel called Ella Fisk, whom I had known for years at the Hergest Unit and a nursing assistant called Rosina Peglar from the Hergest, whom I also knew. The person dispensing the Awards was also known to me, a forensic Angel called Jackie Ehlen. Since then I have read my medical records in detail – the NHS was still unlawfully witholding them when those Awards were dispensed. It is clear from my records that everybody who won an Award on that occasion as well as Jackie, who handed out the Awards, was party to the most serious wrongdoing regarding my own case. They had all lied, or gained knowledge of perjury with the intent to frame me for offences of which they knew that I was not guilty. All of them knew that I’d been assaulted and that Dafydd had behaved highly improperly towards me and others. So the whole crew were flagged up as Award Winners before Brown and me published anything else and before my lawyers got hold of those records.

As for Mike Williams, it has been made clear to me recently that he was actually the worst of Dafydd’s henchmen, but he knew that I had a brain and that Brown and I were exchanging letters daily…

Hard luck Mike, I never ever forgot the suggestion that you should put me in that dungeon. So where are the bodies buried?

Mike has been well-rewarded for his help in running a paedophile gang who murdered witnesses. Mike has a yacht and once he officially retired he had a great time going off on the high seas.

Jackie Ehlen: About time that you told the truth about the death of Dorothy Griffiths isn’t it? Found dead on the ward after her parents refused to let her go to Denbigh? All those lies that you, Dr Sadie Francis and Dr Colin Flood told at the inquest, none of your stories were consistent and because you all swore blind that you were telling the truth and stuck to your stories, no-one knew who was telling porkies. Although it might have been all three of you, because the lab results said something different again…

Ella and Rosina: you worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd for years, you watched patients being abused, you watched staff lie to get themselves out of trouble and you were told by patients repeatedly of abuse and neglect. You also knew about that trafficking gang…

 

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I really do think that the Top Doctors et al don’t quite understand the enormity of that with which they have been involved.

 

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Life In Cold Blood

Previous posts have described how the security services monitored what was happening in north Wales, as well as at other places such as St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital, but used their resources to protect Dafydd et al, not their victims. It was obvious to me that ‘national security’ was being defined in terms of avoiding reputational damage to institutions such as law and medicine, although the corruption was so serious many lives were undoubtedly at risk.

While reading Hugo Young’s biography of Thatcher, ‘One Of Us’, I was reminded of a landmark judgement during that Thatcher years, in which the interests of the Gov’t were defined as the interests of ‘national security’, no matter what the interests of the Gov’t was.

In 1984, Clive Ponting, a senior civil servant in the MoD, felt that the deception and misinformation on the part of the Cabinet regarding the sinking of the Belgrano during the Falklands conflict was so great that he leaked sensitive Gov’t documents to Parliament via the Labour MP for Linlithgow, Tam Dalyell. Clive Ponting had witnessed discussions between Michael Heseltine, the then Defence Secretary and Heseltine’s officials, who concluded that Parliament should continue to be misled regarding the sinking of the Belgrano.

When Ponting was identified as the source of the leaked documents, he was prosecuted under section 2 of the Official Secrets Act. The presiding judge at Ponting’s 1985 trial was Justice McCowan.

 

Ponting was subsequently acquitted by the jury, despite remarks in McCowan’s summing up which, as ‘The Daily Telegraph’ said in a leading article, ‘seemed to lean heavily towards the prosecution case’. Ponting’s defence had been that his actions were to save Parliament from being misled and were therefore in the interests of the State (a defence under the Act). McCowan ruled that the interests of the State must mean the interests of the Gov’t of the day, to which the Civil Service was bound by a relationship of trust. McCowan’s ruling meant that civil servants had no higher duty than their duty to carry out the instructions of Ministers.

So it was Justice McCowan who determined that if the Gov’t wished to conceal the crimes of a pan-European sex trafficking ring which was murdering witnesses, that was in the national interest.

 

Sir Anthony James Denys McCowan (12 January 1928 – 3 July 2003) was a British barrister and judge of the High Court of Justice and Court of Appeal. After attending Epsom College, McCowan studied at Brasenose College, Oxford, where he was a member of the University Conservative Association. McCowan was called to the Bar at Gray’s Inn in 1951. Sir William Mars-Jones, President of UCNW, 1982-95 and Ronnie Waterhouse’s friend, who acted as an umbrella for Dafydd and the trafficking gang for years, was a member of Gray’s Inn. After building up a practice in criminal, property and personal injury law, McCowan was made a QC in 1972 and was appointed a judge of the Queen’s Bench Division of the High Court of Justice in 1981. In 1989 McCowan became a judge of the Court of Appeal, but only sat for eight years until ill health forced him to retire in 1997.

McCowan was born in Georgetown, Guyana, the son of a magistrate. In 1951 he helped found the Bow Group, the first meeting of which was attended by, among others, William Rees-Mogg, Geoffrey Howe and Norman St John Stevas. Howe worked as a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and was a lifelong friend of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, a member of staff who was well-acquainted with the gay scene told me that St John Stevas was known to be ‘holding spanking parties with little boys’ and that ‘no-one knows how he is getting away with it’.

McCowan’s pupillage was with Stanley Rees, at 1 Crown Office Row. Sir Stanley Rees was born in South Africa. His father was an English doctor of Welsh descent and Rees subsequently read law at University College, Oxford. After taking Silk in 1957, Rees defended in a series of high profile criminal trials at the Old Bailey, including the Brighton police corruption case, at which his client was acquitted. Rees was Recorder of Croydon, 1961-62 and the last Chairman of the East Sussex Quarter Sessions, 1964-71. When Rees was appointed a High Court judge in 1962, he went into the Family Division. His most famous case was the wardship proceedings concerning the three children of the 7th Earl and Countess of Lucan.

In the drawn-out first hearing in 1973, Rees – unimpressed with Lord Lucan’s character – gave custody to Lady Lucan, a decision that Lord Lucan’s friends later suggested had triggered the events of the following year. Although Lord Lucan had been granted ‘reasonable access’ to his children, his friend John Aspinall later said that the decision had been a ‘terrible blow’.

On the evening of November 7 1974, a year after the custody hearing, Lady Lucan ran into a Belgravia pub with blood on her face, saying that she had just escaped from a murderer. The police later found the body of the family nanny, Sandra Rivett, in a mailbag in the basement of Lady Lucan’s house.

Lady Lucan told police that she had gone downstairs to find the nanny when her estranged husband attacked her. When challenged by her, he said that he had mistaken the nanny for her and killed her. A warrant was soon issued for Lord Lucan’s arrest and a search was launched along the Sussex coast near Newhaven where it was believed he may have committed suicide; another theory was that he had fled overseas.

A week after Lucan’s disappearance, Rees presided at a further hearing concerning the children and after two and a half hours of secret consultation with Lady Lucan, he announced that the children would remain with their mother. Lord Lucan was never seen again.

After being attacked by her husband, Lady Lucan had the misfortune to end up in the hands of St George’s Hospital and her sanity was questioned. Lady Lucan always maintained that the various Top Doctors who pronounced on her alleged mental health problems were taking instructions from her husband.

The coroner who presided over the inquest of Sandra Rivett, Dr Paul Knapman, was a St George’s graduate himself and in his capacity as the coroner for Westminster presided over some of the highest profile inquests of the 20th century. When I worked in medical research in London I was told quite explicitly that Knapman was corrupt.

 

Sir Anthony McCowan practised in London and on the South East Circuit. He became leader of the South Eastern Circuit in 1978, having been appointed Deputy Chairman of the East Sussex Quarter Sessions in 1969. McCowan was a member of the Parole Board for England and Wales, 1982-84 and of the Crown Court Rule Committee, 1982-88. In 1986, the year after the Ponting case, McCowan became Presiding Judge of the South Eastern Circuit. Throughout the 1970s and 80s, John Allen owned brothels in Brighton, Sussex, where kids from children’s homes in north Wales were trafficked.

On 3 Oct 1989 McCowan was appointed to the Court of Appeal of England and Wales and made a Privy Councillor. In 1991 McCowan was made Senior Presiding Judge of England and Wales, a position he held until ill-health forced him to resign in 1995. He resigned from the Bench two years later.

1991 was the year of the Great Cover-Up; the year that I and my two friends who worked in the media and who wanted to make a film about north Wales had our careers ruined (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’); the year that there were two attempts to have me imprisoned by the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales, one of those attempts taking place at the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’); the year that the Somerset contingent who knew what was happening to me in north Wales really began raking in the money (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’); and the year that Lilibet gave Sir Peter Morrison his knighthood and also handed out honours to a few others who were involved in the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

The Lord Chancellor when McCowan was appointed Senior Presiding Judge of England and Wales was paedophiles’ friend Lord James Mackay (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

When he was young, Anthony McCowan had briefly featured on Conservative Central Office’s list of approved Parliamentary candidates, but soon decided to concentrate on the Bar.

During the 1980s McCowan presided in a number of highly publicised IRA trials. After his promotion to the Court of Appeal, McCowan was one of the judges on the appeal of the Maguire Seven in 1991; the appellants had spent 15 years in prison after being jailed at the Old Bailey for running an IRA bomb factory. Following an 18 day hearing, the judges allowed the appeal on the sole ground that traces of nitroglycerine found on their hands and gloves at their north London home, which formed the basis for their convictions, could have been the result of innocent contamination. They rejected five other grounds of appeal, in particular claims that the prosecution scientists had deliberately withheld relevant evidence.

The miscarriage of justice involving the Macguire Seven was quite extraordinary. There was no evidence against them, they had been horrifically brutalised while in police custody, including Anne McGuire – a middle aged lady who was a member of the local Conservative Club – and her 14 year old son Patrick. After she was released, Anne McGuire gave interviews in which she said that despite the brutality that she had suffered at the hands of the police, she never thought that she would be convicted because the allegations were so ludicrous. As with the Birmingham Six, virtually every professional involved in the Macguire Seven case had lied and lied and lied.

It was Anthony McCowan, in his capacity as Lord Justice McCowan, who in March 1993 rejected the application of the families of six victims of Hillsborough for a judicial review to quash the Hillsborough inquest verdict.

 

Clive Ponting was not the first civil servant under Thatcher’s Gov’t to have been prosecuted under the Official Secrets Act. In 1983, Sarah Tisdall, then an FCO clerical officer, leaked British Gov’t documents to ‘The Guardian’ and was subsequently jailed. in 1983. Tisdall anonymously sent ‘The Guardian’ photocopied documents detailing when American cruise missiles would be arriving in Britain. The documents set out the political tactics that Heseltine, then Defence Secretary, would use to present the matter in the Commons.

There did not appear to be any threat to national security in the revelation but the Gov’t nonetheless brought a legal action against ‘The Guardian’, seeking an order requiring the newspaper to reveal its source. Although ‘The Guardian’ successfully argued that it was protected by section 10 of the Contempt of Court Act 1981 from providing the information, the judgement by Justice Scott was almost immediately overturned. The appeal by the Attorney-General – paedophiles’ friend Michael Havers – was on the grounds that although the documents themselves were harmless, a civil servant capable of leaking them might leak other documents which could pose a threat to national security.

‘The Guardian’ complied with a court order to hand over the documents, which were identified as coming from a FCO photocopying machine. The machine led to Tisdall. In March 1984, Tisdall pleaded guilty to a charge under section 2 of the Official Secrets Act 1911. She was sentenced to six months in jail, but was released after four months.

‘The Guardian’ handed over the documents when the Editor Peter Preston realised that he might go to prison if they did not. So Sarah went to prison instead. There was much criticism of Preston from other journos at the time for failing to protect his source. But then Preston knew what was happening to kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales and he never published a word about it. Furthermore ‘The Guardian’ was accepting advertising revenue from Social Service Depts which they knew had been infiltrated by paedophiles. See post ‘Workers’ Play Time’.

 

The prosecutions of Tisdall and Ponting took place in an atmosphere of paranoia and panic on the part of Thatcher’s Gov’t re ‘national security’.

I cannot help wondering if Thatcher’s Gov’t were well aware that the wrongdoing of people like Peter Morrison and St John Stevas was so great that they were going into overdrive in order to ensure that it never became public. After all, whilst all this was happening, a bunch of benign students in Bangor had been placed under surveillance by the security services because of the fear that they were going to uncover the enormity of the crimes of Dafydd et al.

Heseltine: we were not terrorists, we were entirely harmless young people, with no money and no access to things like broadsheet editors. What on earth did you think that you were doing you mad old git? All I did was complain about an old pervert and people directly linked to your Gov’t tried to kill us and indeed did kill one of us.

 

My friend Anne Vernon was killed in the spring of 1986. Heseltine did not occupy any Ministerial position at the time of Anne’s death, because he had waltzed out of the Cabinet in Jan 1986, over the Westland row, another incident from which someone in Somerset who knew what was going on in north Wales did very well out of (see post ‘Those Who Wish To Serve’). Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary when Anne was murdered by the British state. Law-abiding harmless Anne, doing a PhD on noctuid moths, who’s mum was a teacher and who’s dad was an accountant. Because her closest friend in north Wales had complained about the people running the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

 

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Is it not extraordinary that Thatcher’s Gov’t set out to kill the young adult children of some solid Tory supporters?? I expect that Thatch thought that we were holding the country to ransom.

 

 

After completing my MSc at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School in June 1987, I spent a few months living with Brown and some others in Leicester. Brown was doing his PhD at the Centre for Mass Communication Research at Leicester University. I have mentioned previously that although Brown was in receipt of an ESRC studentship which covered tuition fees paid to Leicester University, he was given absolutely no facilities or mentoring at all. Not even a desk, although other PhD students were accommodated. So Brown made himself an office in our house and worked from home. The only facilities that Leicester University provided for him were library facilities.

Leicestershire was the location of the paedophile ring which included social worker Frank Beck and Labour MP Greville Janner. Beck had not been jailed when we were living in Leicester and Greville Janner had not yet been investigated by the police, although many complaints had been made about Beck and Janner. As in the case of north Wales, the police, the local authorities, the criminal justice system and the NHS in Leicestershire were fully on board with the gang, as were huge swathes of Leicester University, particularly those members of staff in the medical school, education, law and the social sciences (see posts ‘An Expert From England’, ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’). Leicester University also had strong links to the BBC/media industry, as a result of the former Principal being the father of David and Richard Attenborough.

 

University of Leicester – view of the Attenborough tower.

 

David Attenborough’s bibliography includes: Zoo Quest to Guyana (1956); The Tribal Eye (1976); The Trials Of Life (1990); The Private Life Of Plants (1994); The Life Of Birds (1998); Amazing Rare Things (2007); Life In Cold Blood (2007).

David’s brother was the notorious luvvie dear, dear Dickie. Dickie starred in ‘I’m All Right Jack’ (1959). In the late 1950s, Attenborough formed a production company, Beaver Films and began to build a profile as a producer on projects including ‘The League Of Gentlemen’ (1959). His feature film directorial debut was the all-star screen version of the hit musical ‘Oh! What A Lovely War!’ (1969). Attenborough’s later films as Director and Producer include ‘Chaplin’ (1992).

After 33 years of service as President of the Muscular Dystrophy campaign, Attenborough became the charity’s Honorary Life President in 2004. In 2012, the charity established the Richard Attenborough Fellowship Fund to honour his lifelong commitment to the charity and to ensure the future of clinical research and training at leading UK neuromuscular centres.

Attenborough was also the Patron of the United World Colleges movement, whereby he contributed to the colleges that are part of the organisation. He was a frequent visitor to the Waterford Kamhlaba United World College of Southern Africa (UWCSA). The Baroness of Ely is involved with the United World Colleges movement, having attended Atlantic College, one of the United World Colleges, herself.

Attenborough was a longtime advocate of education that does not judge upon colour, race, creed or religion. His attachment to Waterford was his passion for non-racial education, which were the grounds on which Waterford Kamhlaba was founded. Waterford was one of his inspirations for directing the film ‘Cry Freedom’.

Attenborough founded the Richard Attenborough Arts Centre on the Leicester University campus in 1997, specifically designed to provide access for the disabled, in particular as practitioners.

Richard Attenborough was elected to the post of Chancellor of the University of Sussex in March 1998. He stood down as Chancellor of the University following graduation in July 2008. There now hangs a portrait of him in the newly opened Attenborough Centre for the Creative Arts on the university campus.

 

 

Attenborough was also head of the consortium Dragon International Film Studios, which was constructing a film and television studio complex in Llanilid, Wales, nicknamed ‘Valleywood’.

Now why would Dickie have been taking an interest in poor old Wales just as people began demanding that the criminal investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal should be re-opened?

In March 2008, the ‘Valleywood’ project was placed into administration with debts of £15 million and was considered for sale of the assets in 2011.

So which numpty in the Welsh Gov’t gave the green light to the nonsense in the first place?

 

Attenborough had a lifelong ambition to make a film about his hero the political theorist and revolutionary Thomas Paine, whom he called ‘one of the finest men that ever lived’. Attenborough said in an interview in 2006 that ‘I could understand him. He wrote in simple English. I found all his aspirations – the rights of women, the health service, universal education… Everything you can think of that we want is in Rights of Man or The Age of Reason or Common Sense’.

#Me Too Dickie!!

Sadly Dickie could not secure the funding for his feminist socialist blockbuster. Do you know Dickie, I too have found that if a bit of tenacity, sacrifice and God forbid cash is required for a Cause for the Oppressed, suddenly people become a great deal less enthusiastic.

The website ‘A Gift for Dickie’ was launched by two filmmakers from Luton in June 2008 with the aim of raising £40m in 400 days to help him make the film, but the target was not met and the money that had been raised was refunded. I would imagine that Dickie was a man who was very hard to buy for, so he probably just used to get socks and underpants for Christmas.

In Dec 2008, Dickie suffered a fall at his home after a stroke and was admitted to St George’s Hospital. He’ll have been OK there, they weren’t going to neglect or abuse Dickie, like Cilla he’ll have been useful for PR purposes. In Nov 2009, Dickie held a ‘house clearance’ sale and flogged off a few Lowries, Nevinsons and Sutherlands at Sotheby’s, generating £4.6 million. In Jan 2011, Dickie sold his estate on the Isle of Bute for £1.48 million.

In June 2012, shortly before her 90th birthday, Dickie’s wife Sheila Sim entered the professional actors’ retirement home Denville Hall, for which she and Dickie had helped raise funds. In Oct 2012, it was announced that Dickie was putting the family home, Old Friars, with its attached offices, Beaver Lodge, which come complete with a sound-proofed cinema in the garden, on the market for £11.5 million.

In Dec 2012, in light of his deteriorating health, Dickie moved into a nursing home in London to be with his wife. Dickie died on 24 August 2014, five days before his 91st birthday.

Lest anyone accuse me of being mean spirited and begrudging Dickie and his wife comfort in their later years, I honestly don’t. The reason why I ruthlessly take the piss out of people like Dickie and his extended clan is that they know something about the grim underbelly of the welfare services, yet they knowingly allow themselves to be used as a shameless PR vehicle if anyone dares to say ‘Oh Christ, look what happening here’.

 

After Frank Beck was given five life sentences and a further 24 years in prison in Nov 1991 at Leicester Crown Court for sexual and physical assaults, including rape, against more than one hundred children in his care, there was subsequently outrage in Parliament when Beck gave an interview to a local BBC radio station from inside prison. This was not only considered to have involved a huge misjudgement on the part of the BBC, but it transpired was also against Home Office rules. The BBC was colluding with abuse in high places, as was the Prison Service and the Home Office itself. All three institutions were endemically corrupt and were cravenly following instructions from Gov’t, even when those instructions were to conceal VIP traffickers. Justice McCowan had set the precedent. Concealing paedophiles with links to Gov’t was now in the interests of national security.

Why was anyone surprised that Greville Janner’s mate was allowed to address the nation from his prison cell?

 

I now realise that Brown and I – at that time with Dafydd and the gang in hot pursuit of us – probably could not have ended up living in a worse place than Leicester, if we were not going to live in north Wales, in the way that I could not have ended up working in a worse place than St George’s Hospital Medical School between 1989-91. Since beginning this blog I have been told that traps were laid for both of us to ensure that we ended up living and working on the manors of Dafydd’s mates. Dafydd’s gang had tentacles across Europe by the late 1980s, but Leicester and St George’s were hot spots, along with Haringey, Islington, Lambeth, Camden, Richmond-upon-Thames and Brighton.

Brown did his first degree at Aston University which was run by Sir Freddie Crawford, Thatcher’s mate who was a Freemason and at the heart of the corruption of civic life in Birmingham. Previous posts have explained how Brown and I were targeted by the gang when we were still undergrads. Brown wanted to do his PhD with the Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies at Birmingham University.

The CCCS was a cool n trendy place, but it was most definitely under fire from Thatcher’s Gov’t, they hated it because of the perception that it was a colony of leftists. The CCCS was founded in 1964 by Richard Hoggart and Stuart Hall was Director, 1968-79. Raymond Williams was also involved with the creation of the CCCS. The CCCS produced some very famous sociologists, such as Angela McRobbie, Paul Gilroy and Paul Willis.

Birmingham University closed the CCCS suddenly in 2002. There was much outrage and it was widely perceived to have been a political move and a backlash against the CCCS as a result of so many of their staff locking horns with the authorities at Birmingham University over the years. However the CCCS did have a track record of a relatively high proportion of PhD students not completing.

The CCCS produced some excellent work, but some of their associates were among those on the left who were colluding with the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Since researching for this blog I have come across quite a few such names linked with the CCCS. It is very sad that everyone on the left talked about bringing down Thatcher, but the thing that would have done that would have been to have exposed Sir Peter Morrison, Norman St John Stevas and other child molesting Tories with Royal connections, but the lefties wouldn’t do it because there was the matter of Greville Janner, George Thomas and all those Labour-run Councils who were supplying kids in care to the gangs…

Then there was the gay scene, which no self-respecting leftie could dare reveal overlapped with the rent boy scene, the rent boys coming from the children’s homes of north Wales and elsewhere. I have been told that the reason why Dafydd et al became so over-excited about me was that when we were undergrads, Brown and I had been clocked going to a club in Birmingham which had a gender-bending contingent in attendance. We also used to frequent a clothes shop/designers in Birmingham called Kahn and Bell to buy our gear. Kahn and Bell jointly occupied a premises with a vintage clothes shop run by a man called Whiskers – I don’t know what his real name was – who was pretty stereotypical, all handle-bar moustache and leather and he used to compere at the gay nightclub Heaven. The shop used to get raided by the corrupt West Midlands Police on a regular basis who would charge in searching for ‘drugs’, but only ever find a load of young people with interesting hair-styles.

It is quite funny to think of those old fools Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd steaming away at the thought of a young woman with coloured hair who dared visit such places – obviously it could only mean that I’d be more than happy to drop my knickers for elderly Top Docs liberally covered in Brylcreem – but I don’t think that they should have tried to murder my friends and I when I said no thanks. Indeed I did just say no thanks, a lot of people seem to believe that I must have inflicted a crippling kick to their carregs. I wish I had, I just thought that they were horrid old perverts trying their luck, I didn’t realise that they were running a paedophile gang targeting kids as young as 10.

 

Brown applied to the CCCS, was interviewed but didn’t get the offer of funding. They were very nice about it, wrote him a friendly letter telling him that he had performed very well and that his work was of an excellent standard, but funding was tight and difficult decisions were having to be made. Brown later noted that some much weaker candidates had been offered funding, but he didn’t dwell on it. Instead he came to live in our shared house with us on Anglesey, while he built up his publication list and waited for the next round of studentships.

I have been told that the paedophiles’ friends were desperate to keep Brown out of the CCCS and to ensure that he ended up instead at the Centre for Mass Communication in Leicester (the only other place which was researching his chosen field), where the plan was to do everything possible to stop him getting a PhD.

 

When Brown was a student at Aston, he became very friendly with a lecturer called Guy Cumberbatch and began publishing with him. Guy came up to stay with us on Anglesey one summer and at one point Brown lodged with Guy and his wife at their house in Leicester  and in return did the housework and baby sitting. Guy had previously worked at the Centre for Mass Communications in Leicester. Guy never discussed Dafydd and the paedophiles with us, but Guy was no fool and he took an interest in the murky underworld of political life. He also personally knew some of the 1980s figures who were loud voices on the morality scene, such as dear old Mary Whitehouse and the Rev Brian Brown (not THE Brown, just a pillock with the same name), as well as a senior policeman in the Obscene Publications division who I think was later accused of corruption. These folk all knew about the organised abuse of young people and were keeping schtum.

Guy particularly hated Freddie Crawford and in the end left Aston for Worcester University.

People have been telling me for ages that Guy was knifing Brown without our knowledge, but I haven’t put anything about it on the blog yet, but Brown recently confirmed that yes, Guy had done and said a few things that one would not have expected from a friend and mentor.

I don’t know whether Guy was bribed or threatened, but I am told that the rot had begun when Brown was an undergrad. It would also have been crucially important for Dafydd et al to nobble Guy, because Guy’s area of research was, in the 1980s, ‘video nasties’ and the like and research into whether such material really did increase aggression in children who watched it. Guy’s research interest was dangerously close to other questionable material – John Allen was producing child porn as well as trafficking children and young people.

 

Brown’s first degree was in psychology and there were close links between the Psychology Dept at Aston and the Psychology Dept at UCNW (Bangor). Margaret Newton at Aston, a dyslexia specialist, was a big mate of Prof Tim Miles, the dyslexia specialist at UCNW. Tim Miles was a lovely old boy, but he must have known about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Dafydd was pulling the strings in the Psychology Dept at UCNW until Prof Fergus Lowe overthrew Dafydd in the late 1980s and then created his own toxic empire based upon lying, cheating and holding everyone who had colluded with Dafydd over a barrel (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Furthermore Tim Miles had built up his reputation as a result of his fieldwork with children on Anglesey in the mid-1960s. Not only had Dafydd conducted ‘mental health research’ on Anglesey, 1959-62, but Lucille Hughes had been a children’s social worker on Anglesey in the 1960s. Tim must have known that Dafydd and Lucille were running that gang, he couldn’t possibly have missed it.

One of the mature students on Brown’s course at Aston, Diane Underwood, after causing much grief to Brown and others before the end of the course, subsequently rocked up at UCNW, working for Fungus. Diane arrived at UCNW as the war against Brown and me really escalated. Oh and just to let us know that we were surrounded, Diane spotted us on the platform at Bangor Railway Station one day – now that was a coincidence – and made a point of coming up to Brown to make her presence known, but then refused to engage in conversation when I tried to talk to her. Diane now seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet.

 

Guy Cumberbatch knew about the murder threats that had been made to Brown and Guy knew that the man making them had previously violently assaulted someone. Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who worked in the Student Health Centre at UCNW, knew about the murder threats to Brown, as did Dr Adrian Bell, my tutor in the Dept of Plant Biology. There was no help or advice forthcoming from anyone.

Whether it was Guy who was responsible for Brown being rejected by the CCCS and subsequently ending up being ignored at Leicester University by Guy’s former colleagues, I do not know. But a few interesting things went on at the CCCS in those days.

 

Stuart Hall stood down as Director of the CCCS in 1979 to take up the position of Professor of Sociology at the Open University, but Hall remained a very powerful influence at the CCCS as well as in wider sociology as a whole and on the left.

Hall was born in Jamaica and in 1951 won a Rhodes Scholarship to Merton College, Oxford, becoming part of the Windrush generation. Hall continued his studies at Oxford by beginning a PhD but, galvanised particularly by the 1956 Soviet invasion of Hungary (which saw many thousands of members leave the Communist Party of Great Britain and look for alternatives to previous orthodoxies) and the Suez Crisis, abandoned this in 1957 or 1958 to focus on his political work. In 1957, Hall joined CND and it was on a CND march that he met his future wife, the feminist historian at UCL, Catherine Hall. From 1958 to 1960, Hall worked as a teacher in a London secondary modern school and in adult education.

After working on the ‘Universities and Left Review’ during his time at Oxford, Hall joined E.P. Thompson, Raymond Williams and others to merge it with ‘The New Reasoner’, launching the ‘New Left Review’ in 1960 with Hall as the founding editor. In 1958, the same group, with the Marxist historian Raphael Samuel, launched the Partisan Coffee House in Soho as a meeting place for left-wingers. Hall left the board of the ‘New Left Review’ in 1961 or 1962.

E.P. Thompson was one of the radicals who had a second home at Croesor in north Wales, as did Eric Hobsbawm, who was also involved with the Partisan Coffee House. Thompson and Hobsbawm knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The Village’). Raphael Samuel knew Hobsbawm and Thompson well – Raphael Samuel taught at Ruskin for decades (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). Matt Arnold, who became the Head of Bryn Estyn in May 1973, taught at Ruskin in the mid-1960s and one of his students was Peter Howarth, to whom Arnold gave a job at Bryn Estyn in Nov 1973. Arnold bagged the job at Bryn Estyn after the previous Head, Peter Burton, his wife had their young son were killed in a car crash. The Deputy Head of Bryn Estyn was killed in the same crash. Peter Burton had only been in post for about a year when he was killed. His predecessor, David Ursell, had been suspended after only four years in post, after a complaint regarding the way in which he enforced discipline. Ursell’s predecessor Harold Bennett had retired in 1967 after 26 yrs.

As far as I can see, somebody badly wanted Matt Arnold in post as the Head of Bryn Estyn and that person could have been on manoeuvres by the late 1960s.

In 1969 John Allen established the Bryn Alyn Community.

 

It was in the latter half of the 1960s that Leo Abse began working towards bringing about what became the Children Act 1975. Abse co-ordinated everything single-handedly, but received assistance from others in ensuring that the legislation was passed, others which included childcare experts such as Dafydd’s colleagues and helpful politicians like Jim Callaghan and Dr Death (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). The Children Act 1975 vastly increased the number of children finding themselves in the hands of the paedophiles of north Wales.

To spare the readers of this blog the confusion that I experienced for years, let me explain that when the police and others made comment about paedophiles being ‘very clever people’ who are working in professional positions ‘high up’ in society, I think that it was Dafydd and his mates that they were referring to. Police: next time, can you please not use the sort language that one uses if one is addressing primary school pupils? If you had simply mentioned an insane old idiot in north Wales, I would have realised immediately to whom you were referring.

 

There was abuse at Bryn Estyn before Arnold and Howarth arrived, but once those two took up positions there, business really boomed. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where there had been complaints of boys being abused.

Scores of Labour and trade union figures passed through Ruskin College, including John Prescott, who was a student there at the same time as Howarth and when Arnold was teaching at Ruskin. For details of Ruskin and those who taught or were students there, see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’.

 

Throughout the 1970s and 1980s, Stuart Hall was closely associated with the journal ‘Marxism Today’ and in 1995, he was a founding editor of ‘Soundings: A Journal of Politics and Culture’. I can’t complain about ‘Soundings’, they published an article that Brown, I and a colleague at Bangor wrote about the north Wales mental health system. 

Hall’s political influence extended to the Labour Party and had a profound impact on the Party under both the Windbag and Blair, although Hall was highly critical of New Labour. The Windbag – and his wife – knew all about Dafydd and the gang as well as of course George Thomas and Ron Davies’s penchant for moments of madness and looking for badgers. The Windbag had known Tony Francis, Dafydd’s partner in crime, when Francis was a student in Cardiff. When Brown applied to the CCCS, the Windbag was the leader of the Labour Party.

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Stuart Hall was linked to the Centre for Mass Communication Research in Leicester. Hall first presented his ‘encoding and decoding’ philosophy in the form of ‘Encoding and Decoding in the Television Discourse’ (1973), a paper he wrote for the Council of Europe Colloquy on ‘Training in the Critical Readings of Television Language’ organised by the Council & the Centre for Mass Communication Research at Leicester. In 1974 the paper was presented at a symposium on Broadcasters and the Audience in Venice.

There was quite a degree of hostility between broadcasts and media academics and a lot of people in academia grumbled that a few academics such as Guy Cumberbatch and Alastair Hetherington were too close to broadcasters. Hetherington was the son of Hector Hetherington, a professor at University College Cardiff who later became Principal of Glasgow University. Alastair Hetherington served in the Intelligence Corps in WWII and then went into journalism. He was Editor of ‘The Guardian’ for nearly twenty years and then was appointed as Controller of BBC Scotland.

In 1982 Hetherington was given a Chair by Stirling University. There was much gnashing of teeth and my two friends who’s media careers were killed in the early 1990s and who found a gangster after them when they had wanted to make a film about north Wales (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’), were media students at Stirling at the time. My friends were among those who signed a letter to ‘The Scotsman’ in protest at Stirling appointing Hetherington – who had until then had no academic background – as a toadying gesture to the rich and famous (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). I have recently found that this did not go unnoticed by those who were protecting national security – my friends were already under surveillance because of their friendship with Brown and me.

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At one point, Polly was a fellow traveller with Dr Death.

 

One of my friends had that Jack McConnell in her bed once – without her permission either (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’). Now Jack would never have become First Minister of Scotland and then Lord Jack if he had not kept schtum about celebrity paedophiles (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). You might be friends with Kirsty Wark Jack, but I’ve got 10,000 documents.

 

Stuart Hall’s colleague Richard Hoggart was the father of Simon Hoggart, the journo and Parliamentary sketch writer who knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

 

Raymond Williams, another pal of Hall et al, was a Marxist cultural theorist. Williams was Welsh, but investigated his Welsh identity from the perspective of someone who grew up on the Welsh-English border near Abergavenny. Williams was the son of a railway worker in a village where all of the railwaymen voted Labour while the local small farmers mostly voted Liberal. Williams’s writings on cultural theory are great, but his novel ‘Border Country’ sent me into such a sound sleep that I didn’t finish it. 

When Raymond Williams was at Trinity College, Cambridge, he joined the Communist Party of Great Britain and, along with Eric Hobsbawm, Williams was given the task of writing a Communist Party pamphlet about the Russo-Finnish War. Williams became part of the New Left in the 1950s, but by the 1970s he was a member of Plaid, which is why Leanne Wood, who styles herself as a Plaid Marxist, mentions him when she’s on ‘Any Questions’.  Raymond did ignore that paedophile gang though Leanne. But then so did you. When Leanne quoted Raymond Williams on ‘Any Questions’, she referred to ‘a man called Raymond Williams’. Dimbleby elaborated and said ‘you mean the sociologist Raymond Williams’. No Dimbleby, he was a cultural theorist. At least Leanne managed to get his gender right. I would have thought that the BBC could have dug up someone who knew who Raymond Williams was.

Williams retired from his post at Cambridge University in 1983 and spent his last years in Saffron Walden.

Raymond Williams, relaxing in that well-known Welsh working class community of Saffron Walden.
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Saffron Walden market square in July 2012, with the half-timbered Guildhall. Indistinguishable from Methyr Tydfil.

Castle Street contains many historic buildings. It always reminds me of Llanfair­pwllgwyngyll­gogery­chwyrn­drobwll­llan­tysilio­gogo­goch.

 

Bridge End Gardens, a group of seven interlinked 19th-century gardens, including a maze, rose garden and walled garden. Just like the scree slopes of Snowdonia.

Saffron Walden’s MP, for its eponymous Westminster constituency, was Sir Alan Haselhurst, 1977-17. It has been considered a safe seat for the Conservative Party since 1922. I know a little bit about Saffron Walden, because one of my house mates from my undergrad days at UCNW came from there. He was one of those who knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Top Docs and he was also a victim of the chaos that rained down upon us in 1983, when the gift from the security services that was Trishles came our way (see posts ‘He Got On His Bike And Looked For Work’ and ‘A Local Boy Made Good?’). My friend from Saffron Walden was driven out of his job with a drug company in 1991!

The security services will have heard all the phone calls that we were making to each other as we were all driven out of our jobs within weeks of each other.

 

Tony Blair was elected as MP for Sedgefield in June 1983. Sedgefield is a constituency just down the road from the territory of the paedophile gang in the north east, of which Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth were members, until they relocated to Bryn Estyn. During the 1970s and 80s, hundreds of children in care from the north east were sent to children’s homes in north Wales (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).

Before he became an MP, Blair was a pupil barrister of George Carman QC. Carman knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles and he was retained by Greville Janner and Jimmy Savile, lest he was needed. Cherie also worked in Carman’s Chambers.

Ron Davies was elected as the Labour MP for Caerphilly on the same day that Blair won Sedgefield. In 1998, Blair was just about to appoint Ron as First Secretary of the new National Assembly of Wales, but poor old Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common in the company of Boogie, a male prostitute. Of course, as Rhodri Morgan explained, Rhodri ‘didn’t know’ that Ron had such encounters because Ron cleverly covered his tracks. So carefully that Ron used to go cottaging at Cardiff’s most popular tourist attraction (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’):

A popular cottaging location for a potential FM:

 

Castles in Cardiff

A thick, lying pillock, whose family ran Swansea University:
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In 2007 a collection of Raymond Williams’ papers was deposited at Swansea University by his daughter Merryn, herself ‘a poet and author’. Merryn’s bio on her website tells us: ‘I went to grammar school in Hastings in eleven-plus days, studied English at Murray Edwards College, Cambridge, and got a doctorate for my thesis on Thomas Hardy’s novels. After that I taught adult students for the Open University and the W.E.A., living for several years near Cranfield University where my husband worked as a physicist. I am literary adviser to the Wilfred Owen Association, having a great interest in the poets of the First World War.’

There’s a down to earth Welsh girl for you!

This is Dai, he holds the Raymond Williams Research Chair in Cultural History at Swansea University. He is – or was – Chair of the Arts Council of Wales, so he decides who gets the dosh:

 

Professor Dai Smith

 

This is Oily, Dai’s offspring:

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Oily got his hopes up, but I think they’ve been dashed now. Oily didn’t live in Saffron Walden, Oily lived in Surrey, until he decided that he’d like to be a Cabinet Minister, preferably Chancellor of the Exchequer. Then he remembered his dad and the pits and the NHS and Nye Bevan and Oily moved to Pontypridd.

Oily’s dad wrote the 2008 volume, ‘Raymond Williams: a Warrior’s Tale’.

Warrier???? He pussy-footed around a gang of sex traffickers and lived in Saffron Walden after spending a few decades at Cambridge University.

The Raymond Williams Society was established in 1989 ‘to support and develop intellectual and political projects in areas broadly connected with Williams’s work.’ Presumably that includes banging on about peace, socialism and feminism while keeping schtum about a gang of paedophiles who are murdering witnesses. The Raymond Williams Centre for Recovery Research was opened at Nottingham Trent University in 1995. The Raymond Williams Foundation (RWF) supports activities in adult education. A collaborative research project building on Williams’s investigation of cultural keywords, called the ‘Keywords Project’, was established in 2006 and is supported by Jesus College, University of Cambridge and the University of Pittsburgh.

 

The person who interviewed Brown at CCCS was Professor Michael Green. Brown told me that Michael Green ‘came over as a bit of a twit despite the loving obituaries which he inspired’, but Brown presumed that he just hadn’t hit it off with Green. The other media specialist who was at CCCS when Brown wanted to do a PhD with them was Ann Gray, who ended up with a Chair at Lincoln University.

 

So after drawing a blank at the CCCS, Brown was offered a studentship at the Centre for Mass Communication Research at Leicester University, which unbeknown to him was at the heart of a load of people concealing the activities of Lord Greville, Frank Beck et al, who had close links to Dafydd and the gang in north Wales.

The Centre for Mass Communication Research was established in 1966 under Prof Jim Halloran’s directorship, initially concentrating on delivering PhDs. In 1978 the Social Science Research Council (predecessor of the ESRC) invited Halloran to design and deliver the UK’s first Masters Degree in media and communications.

Brown’s supervisor at Leicester was Paul Hartmann ‘who was affable enough, but we mostly made small talk about his motorbike and building projects he was undertaking around his house, so there wasn’t much by way of solid academic advice’. So Brown did it by himself.

 

The backgrounds of the senior managers at Leicester University when Brown was a PhD student there and an account of an interesting game of musical chairs which took place at the very top of the institution can be read in my post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’.

 

As for my arrival at St George’s in 1989 as a result of an offer of a job opportunity which seemed to be a dream come true but turned out to be a living nightmare (see post ‘St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1989/1990…’), I have been told that it was all stage-managed as carefully as Brown’s eventual arrival at Leicester was. D.G.E. Wood et al in north Wales knew that I was looking for a research post, preferably in the area of fertility studies, which would allow me to complete a PhD at the same time and I responded to an advert in ‘New Scientist’ placed by St George’s offering such an opportunity. Now for the really interesting bit. When I was interviewed, it was for a fixed term contract as a research assistant. St George’s then telephoned me that evening, told me that I hadn’t got the job that I’d applied for, but I was such a good candidate that they were prepared to create a job for me, a permanent one at that and could I start immediately…

I knew that Prof Oliver Brooke at St George’s had been imprisoned for child porn offences in 1986, but I had no idea that he was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring containing many professional people, with which Dafydd’s gang were directly linked (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Neither did I realise that many members of Brooke’s gang were still working at St George’s, Springfield Hospital and in Wandsworth Social Services, that I’d be surrounded by them and that the only reason why I was offered that job was to hound me out of medical research and ensure that I didn’t get back in again. After Brooke was jailed, Sir William Asscher was appointed as Dean of St George’s. Asscher had spent his whole career in Cardiff, he was a mate of Dafydd et al and he’d concealed their crimes as well as the offending of George Thomas, for years. Asscher was sent to St George’s for no other reason than to continue with the cover-up post-Brooke, he kept a home in Glamorgan and moved back there when he retired from St George’s. See post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’.

Here’s a man who knew what was going on but who’s desire to become PM was greater than his concern for the lives of the witnesses who’s corpses were regularly turning up in north Wales:

 

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It was just after I began the job at St George’s that Gwynedd Health Authority took me to the High Court in Cardiff in an attempt to obtain an injunction to prevent me even writing to them to pursue my complaints (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.  The legal advice was given by Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who was employed by the Welsh Office. The Secretary of State for Wales at the time was Peter Walker.

The barrister who witnessed the extraordinary scenes in Chester Court on the occasion in 1990 when four members of the paedophile gang perjured themselves repeatedly and 14 charges against me had to be thrown out of Court – the barrister herself was deliberately sent to the wrong Court, leaving her no time to prepare my defence – was Suzanne Evans. Suzanne was friendly and courteous towards me, but she knew that four people had lied repeatedly on oath, she knew that the judge – Justice Roch – had simply ignored their perjury AND Suzanne witnessed Roch offer to give the four perjurers more time to rewrite their affidavits. Furthermore Suzanne knew that she had been sent to the wrong Court. I have documents in my possession written by a lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council which not only make it clear that Gwynedd County Council were told about the change in Court and judge in advance but my team wasn’t, but also indicate that the four perjurers from the Arfon Community Mental Health Team had not actually previously seen the affidavits that they had allegedly sworn. See post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

Suzanne Evans is a graduate of St Anne’s College, Oxford and is now working as a Family Law barrister at Oriel Chambers in Liverpool and Preston.

‘In the Public Law arena she acts predominantly for parents, appearing in cases involving a wide range of key issues including neglect, addictions, non-accidental injury, domestic violence, mental health etc. In care proceedings she acts for parents, grandparents, Children’s Guardians and Local Authorities. In Private Law Children cases Suzanne acts for parents involved in the sometimes complex and distressing process of resolving the arrangements for their children post separation.’

Suzanne, you watched four members of a paedophile ring perjure themselves in an attempt to have me imprisoned and you watched a judge collude with them. Didn’t you think that you should have followed this up, rather than just have walked out of the door when 14 allegations against me were demonstrated to be fallacious?

The Home Secretary at the time was David Waddington, the Lord Chancellor was Lord Mackay and the Attorney-General who had authorised the prosecution was Sir Patrick Mayhew.

 

By the time that I was working at St George’s, some of those in Somerset who knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al had acquired a great deal of money and a few others had found their careers taking a sudden turn for the better (see posts ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’ and ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’).

I have explained in previous posts how the Somerset contingent suddenly found themselves tripping over aristos with connections to the Gov’t. I am trying to work out when the odious David Kirke and the Dangerous Sports Club began to spend their time in the region of the Cottage Inn near Fiddington – it must have been in about late 1985. In Nov 1986, the BBC TV programme ‘The Late Late Breakfast Show’ which was presented by Noel Edmonds, set up a badly managed stunt involving a bungee jump which resulted in the death of the volunteer, Michael Lush. There was an almighty fuss and I can remember the twat Kirke pompousing away in the media (and in Somerset) explaining how the BBC should have taken advice from him and if they had done that no-one would have died. Two of Kirke’s mates from Somerset later succeeded in killing a Bulgarian student by firing him from a medieval catapult in Nov 2002. There was a prosecution for manslaughter in 2004 but the nice lady judge at Bristol directed the jury to acquit the two defendants.

By the time that Michael Lush died, I had heard a great deal about Kirke, he must have been hanging around in Somerset for a year or so by then. So the son of the Governor of the Bank of England and his mates found themselves in close proximity to people who knew me at the end of 1985 or so. I hadn’t yet encountered Dafydd by then, but I had encountered D.G.E. Wood, Gwynne the lobotomist and Tony Francis. I had contacted Keith Best, the MP for Anglesey, about the problems that I was having with the north Wales mental health services and he in turn had written to the paedophiles’ friend Lord Wyn Roberts. Best and Roberts were Ministers at the Welsh Office and at that time Nicholas Edwards was Secretary of State for Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’). Everyone was concealing the trafficking gang.

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The Secretary of State for the DHSS at the time was Norman Fowler, who is currently Lord Speaker:

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The Home Secretary at the time was Douglas Hurd, who assumed that office on 2 Sept 1985. Hurd was the nephew of the botanist Prof Edred Henry Corner, who knew Prof Greig-Smith, of the Plant Biology Dept at UCNW (see post ‘Additional Security Meaures’). Greig-Smith was a colleague of scores of people who were concealing the trafficking gang, including Chris Wood, who was the wife of D.G.E. Wood and Ralph Oxley, who’s wife Isabel Hargreaves worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. One member of staff in Plant Biology, Dr John Wilson, was known to be picking up under-aged girls in Bangor for sex and Dr Adrian Bell and his wife Alison were worried that John Wilson was going to get himself arrested and cause a scandal. John’s conduct was widely known to staff in the Plant Biology Dept as well as to those in the Zoology Dept. Other people whom I heard directly commenting on it included John Farrar, who many years later became a PVC at Bangor University and his wife Stel. At the time Stel had just finished her PhD, but years later she worked as a lecturer in the Dept of Lifelong Learning, while the Head of Dept was Meri Huws. In the 1980s Meri Huws worked as a community social worker on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor, the location of the Ty’r Felin children’s home, where the social workers trafficked the children for sex, including to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). David Roberts, a technician who worked in the Zoology Dept, also knew about John pursuing school girls.

By the way, is there anyone else out there who would like to continue passing the tittle tattle on about me which they know damn well was made up by a gang of sex offenders because I had found out some of what they were doing? Stel? Fancy refusing to speak to me at a party again? What about you Meri? Feel like giving me one of your ‘you are a piece of shit’ looks? I can’t ask Fungus because the old bastard’s dead, but one day I really must go for an extended tour through Caernarfon and Bangor and watch everybody’s expressions now that I’ve outed the whole bloody lot of you on the internet. Did you really think that I didn’t know what at least some of you were colluding with, although it would seem that even more of you were colluding with serious crime that I realised…

Whilst huge swathes of UCNW concealed a trafficking gang, Carlo was the Chancellor. Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Carlo’s mum. Then there was Carlo’s mate the Duke of Westminster, who was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association, who’s members were openly gossiping about their constituency MP Peter Morrison molesting young boys.

 

Now back in the mid 1980s, not only were some of the zoologists and plant biologists personal friends/relations of the Top Docs and the gang, but even biologists had to ensure that they grovelled with the best to big wigs lest they lost jobs or funding. So let’s have a look at some of those to whom the biologists had to toady.

A lot of funding for the research in the natural sciences at UCNW came from NERC, the Natural Environment Research Council. By the mid-1980s, people were getting worried about their ability to extract dosh from NERC, but up until just a few years previously, they didn’t have to work very hard for their dosh at all. They would just stick the grant applications in and everyone would be given funding for a few PhD students. The biological sciences at UCNW had established their reputation in the late 1960s as a result of the work of people like Prof Greig-Smith and Prof John Harper and their work was well-supported.

The Chief Exec of NERC, 1965-70, was mathematician and meteorologist Sir Graham Sutton. Sutton was Vice-President of what became Aberystwyth University, 1967-76, when Aber was hosting paedophiles’ friends en masse and churning out crooked lawyers who concealed the crimes of paedophile gang. Until the constituent colleges of the University of Wales became independent universities in the own right quite recently, Aber and Bangor were both part of the wider University of Wales. Carlo was Chancellor of the whole of the University and there was a close relationship between Aber and Bangor. Both colleges had Depts of Biological Sciences and Agriculture doing similar things and there was a bit of traffic between those Depts.

The son of one of Dafydd’s Angels – one of Dafydd’s key henchmen actually – has lectured for years in botany at Aberystwyth University. His sister was a children’s social worker who was employed by the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales.

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Sutton was born in Monmouthshire and was educated at Pontywaun Grammar School, then Aberystwyth University and then at Jesus College, Oxford. The former Principal of Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which crawled with paedophiles’ friends, is Professor Gareth Roberts, a mathematician who went to Jesus College, Oxford. I think that Professor Roberts also held a senior role in Gwynedd Education Authority at some point in the past and I think that he also worked as a Schools Inspector in Gwynedd. Meri Huws was employed as a lecturer at the Normal College after her stint as a social worker, as was Aled Griffiths. Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer has a brother, Huw, who was a solicitor in Gwynedd who spent years sitting in Court watching the paedophile gang stitch people up. Aled’s sister Gwenan Carrington was the Director of Gwynedd Social Services whilst her staff abused and neglected their clients and Aled’s wife Joanna Griffiths fulfilled exactly the same role in Conwy Social Services. Back in the pre-Cambrian, the Buffet Slayer was President of the Students’ Union at UCNW.

‘We didn’t know.’

Oh don’t be so bloody ridiculous, you were all working cheek by jowl with that gang of paedophiles.

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After a year teaching mathematics at Canton Secondary SchoolCardiff, between 1926-28 Sutton was a lecturer at University College, Aberystwyth before joining the Meteorological Office. He was seconded to Shoeburyness to work on the meteorological effects on gunnery practices and then transferred to Porton Down, best known as the Gov’t research establishment which among other things researches chemical and biological warfare. By the 1980s the only people who would work at Porton Down were those who would do anything for the comparatively high salaries on offer there.

Whilst working at Porton Down, Sutton was put in charge of the notorious 1942 trial which involved the release of anthrax spores over Gruinard Island as part of a biological warfare project. 

When WWII ended, Sutton was made Chief Superintendent of the Radar Research and Development Establishment, Malvern, a position he held until 1947, when he was appointed Professor of Mathematics at the Royal Military College of Science, Wiltshire. Sutton was Director-General of the Meteorological Office, 1953-65 and Vice-President of Aberystwyth University, 1967-76.

 

A previous post has mentioned that one of the botany students at UCNW, Peter Jackson, who knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al landed a plum much sought after job with the RSPB after he graduated. He was an excellent naturalist but I have more recently been told that he was one of many who used his knowledge of what was being concealed in high places to secure his future.

The person who’s arm may have needed to be twisted at the time was Ian Prestt, Director General of the RSPB, 1975-91. Ian Prestt died in 1995 and his obituary in the Indie explains that after working as the Assistant Regional Officer (SW England), Nature Conservancy 1956-59, Prestt went to work for the RSPB, ‘appointed by the great Max Nicholson, doyen of international conservationists and then Head of the Nature Conservancy, as “his ornithologist”‘. Prestt worked at the Monks Wood Experimental Station, teasing out the relationships between ingested chlorinated hydrocarbons and the thin shells of birds’ eggs, leading to recognition of the threats to food chains and to humans.

Later Prestt worked at the Cabinet Office and in the Department of the Environment, under Secretaries of State Peter Walker and then Geoffrey Rippon, to wrestle with the pollution problems which were part of the roots of the subsequent Environment Bill. Walker was Secretary of State for the Environment, 1970-72, under Ted Heath. Peter Walker must have really had the dirt on Dafydd et al because this Tory wet who served in Heath’s Gov’t was retained by Thatch and served as Secretary of State for Energy, 1983-87. Thatch put him in that post because she knew that Scargill and the NUM were gearing up for the mother of all battles and she trusted Peter Walker to organised the opposition to the miner’s strike, which finally came in 1984-85. Walker did it as well.
One south Wales son of a former miner really pissed everyone off by sitting on the fence throughout the strike:
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Er, could either of these two people have been the reason why the Windbag was over a barrel:
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 This man won’t have helped either:
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 Leo Abse, Labour MP, Pontypool then Torfaen, 1958-87. Abse was a crooked lawyer who paid off people who had been sexually assaulted by Lord Tonypandy and if that didn’t work, Abse threatened to fit them up and have them imprisoned. It was Abse who was responsible for the Children Act 1975, which sent hundreds of young people into the arms of Dafydd and the paedophile gang. In 1984 Lord Tonypandy was hospitalised with the effects of an STI. Abse organised the cover story and fed it to the media.
 After Walker organised the crushing of the miners, he became Secretary of State for Wales, in which role he directly colluded with the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.
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I note that Walker was Minister of MAFF, 1979-83. Mary Wynch was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd in 1979. Immediately prior to that, Mary worked as a secretary in the dysfunctional Dept of Agriculture in UCNW. I don’t know what Mary found out what going on in that Dept, but something was going on that brought the wrath of the paedophile gang down upon her head. The President of UCNW, 1947-82, was Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon. Lord Kenyon was a land owner and his obituary claimed that he had done much to improve agriculture and health in north Wales. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas was known to be sexually abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales. Thomas was never charged, although one of his conquests was sent to a detention centre after Thomas made a complaint of theft against him. Among other things, Lord Kenyon was: the most senior Freemason in north Wales, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, a magistrate and a Flintshire Councillor. He occupied numerous other public positions as well. Thomas died of an AIDS related illness in 1993. For further details see ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.
In that era, Agricultural Colleges and University Dept’s of Agriculture had a close relationship with the MAFF, because of the farming subsidy system, the role of the Gov’t organisation ADAS and legislation pertaining to  agriculture.
By the early 1980s, Richard Howarth, one of the members of staff in the Dept of Agriculture at UCNW, was an advisor to Thatch.
As for Ian Prestt’s other boss at the Dept of the Environment, Geoffrey Rippon, he played a role in the wrongful arrest and imprisonment of Mary Wynch. Mary circulated around the system run by the corrupt British state that she was still in the clutches of Dafydd in 1979. However, Mary was originally arrested in Oct 1977, when Jim Callaghan was PM, when Merlyn Rees was Home Secretary and when paedophiles’ friend and the man who was so closely involved with MIND for so many years, Lord David Ennals, was Secretary of State for the DHSS (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). David’s brother Martin led Amnesty for years and his son Sir Paul Ennals is involved with charidees, ‘safeguarding’ in Haringey and Tyneside and is the former Chief Exec of the National Children’s Bureau.
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Mary was committed to prison and then released into the ‘care’ of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones at the North Wales Hospital by one James Blackett-Ord, who enjoyed the title of ‘His Honour the Vice-Chancellor of the County of Palatine of Lancaster’. James Blackett-Ord was actually a circuit judge. However his glorious title conferred upon him another role- to exercise general supervision over the conduct of the Chancery Division business in the north of England. The Chancery Division is a Division of the High Court of England and Wales and deals with business law, trust law, probate law, insolvency and land law in relation to issues of equity. So in Mary’s case, Blackett-Ord was effectively judging on a case that it was his role to oversee. Conflict of interest anyone? It gets much worse. The Vice-Chancellor of the County of Palatine of Lancaster is appointed by the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster after consultation with the Lord Chancellor. The Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster is a Ministerial Office of Government appointed by the Queen on the advice of, or by, the Prime Minister. Mary’s mother’s estate – the original source of the dispute – was administered by the Public Trustee (one of Mary’s later legal actions was against the Public Trustee). The Public Trustee is appointed by the Lord Chancellor – as well as Blackett-Ord! There was nothing impartial about this judge. But I haven’t finished. The Lord Chancellor was also in charge of the later investigation into Mary’s case in 1993 and 1995.

The Lord Chancellor when Mary was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned was Lord Elwyn-Jones, a mate of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. The Windbag subsequently appointed Lord Elwyn-Jones as Shadow Lord Chancellor.

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The Lord Chancellor when Mary’s case was ‘investigated’ was Lord Mackay of Clashfern.

Are we surprised that Mary was ruined?

After Blackett-Ord’s time as the Vice-Chancellor of the County of Palatine of Lancaster ended in 1987 (he is described as ‘stepping down’), from then on the office was held by a High Court judge of the Chancery Division. Was this perchance related to the shit that hit the fan over Mary’s case? Blackett-Ord died a few years ago and his obituaries described him as a ‘churchman’ and a ‘landowner’ from Northumberland – they also remarked on how much he enjoyed being the Vice-Chancellor of the County of Palatine of Lancaster. They do not explain why he completely shafted a respectable middle aged woman from north Wales who had been swindled by some local solicitors by having her arrested and then handed her over to man – who’s mistress was facilitating a paedophile ring – to be illegally banged up in an asylum for a year.

Blackett-Ord was appointed in 1972 – the year of Mary’s mother’s death and the original dispute. When Blackett-Ord was appointed, the Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster was either Geoffrey Rippon or John Davies and the Lord Chancellor was Lord Hailsham, Quintin Hogg.

Walker and Rippon’s loyal lackey Ian Prestt became Deputy Head of the Nature Conservancy Council, 1974-75. In 1975, Prestt received an unexpected telephone call in his office at the NCC inviting him to dine. His hosts were the Chairman of the Council and Committees, four in all, of the RSPB. Eschewing head-hunters, they had decided that Prestt must be their man. He was Director General, 1975-91 and then President, 1991-95, of the RSPB.

The man who gave Ian Prestt his big break, Edward Max Nicholson, was President of the RSPB, 1980-85.

Max Nicholson was a naturalist and ornithologist who was educated at Sedburgh School and then Hertford College, Oxford. Nicholson was a founder member of the Oxford University Exploration Club.

In 1932 the British Trust for Ornithology was established and Nicholson was the first Treasurer and later Chairman (1947–1949). In 1947–1948, with the then Director General of the UN’s scientific and education organisation UNESCO, Julian Huxley, Nicholson was involved in forming the International Union for the Protection of Nature, now the International Union for Conservation of Nature (IUCN).

Some members of Julian Huxley’s extended family and associates were friends with Bertrand Russell and the Welsh Bloomsbury set who used to spend their summers at Croesor in north Wales and who knew about Dafydd, Gwynne and their wrongdoing (see post ‘The Village’).

 

In 1949 Max Nicholson oversaw Part 3 of the National Parks and Access to the Countryside Act 1949, which established the Nature Conservancy (later the Nature Conservancy Council). Nicholson was Director General of the Nature Conservancy, 1952-66. During his leadership, the Conservancy established itself as a research and management body which promoted ecology as having broad relevance and application to land use decision-making and management. Which will be why the weak botanists and zoologists didn’t dare upset him and why the tougher ones were able to thrash out dodgy deals with him.

In 1961 Nicholson, together with Sir Peter Scott (see post ‘He Got On His Bike And Looked For Work’) and others, formed the group that created the World Wildlife Fund (WWF) (now the World Wide Fund for Nature), with which Carlo’s dad was famously involved for years while he blasted various species to death with a shotgun. It was Max Nicholson who ‘was instrumental in directing the Duke of Edinburgh towards conservation. The Duke’s involvement with the World Wildlife Fund enabled him to travel the world, virtually as a head of state, allowing him to make valuable contributions without apparently straying into the fray of politics, since, as Nicholson enjoyed pointing out, the politicians of the early 1960s had little conception of environmental issues’.

So Max made friends with Lilibet’s husband and ensured that Phil the Greek got a few freebies under the guise of doing something useful.

Nicholson was also a founder of the International Institute for Environment and Development and in 1966 he set up and headed environmental firm Land Use Consultants, (LUC), remaining with them until 1989.

In 1976 Nicholson was an instrumental part of the setting up the Trust for Urban Ecology. In 1978 Nicholson was instrumental in founding the ENDS Report, a highly influential journal for environmental policy specialists. Nicholson helped set up the New Renaissance Group and was a Trustee of Earthwatch Europe.

Nicholson’s 1931 essay A National Plan for Britain led to the formation of the think tank Political and Economic Planning, now the Policy Studies Institute.

Max Nicholson joined the civil service in 1940 and during WWII he worked for the Ministry of Shipping, then the Ministry of War Transport and was with Churchill at the post-war peace conferences at Yalta and Potsdam. Nicholson was Private Secretary to Mandy’s granddad, Herbert Morrison, the Deputy PM, 1945-52. During those years, Herbert doubled up as Lord President of the Council – so he would have been the visitor for the University of Wales…

You kept that quiet Mandy! Here he is, desperately trying to make the Windbag electable:

 

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Max Nicholson also Chaired the Committee for the 1951 Festival of Britain. During the war years he was in charge of organizing shipping operations and convoys across the Atlantic. Max was involved in the planning of ‘Operation Overlord’, the invasion of Europe. For his services he was awarded the CVO and CB. So Max was a birder who worked for the security services then.

Max married Mary Crawford in 1932 and they had two children, Piers and Tom. The marriage was dissolved in 1964. Nicholson then married Marie Mauerhofer (known as Toni) in 1965; they had one child, a son, David.

Max Nicholson seemed to have believed that he should rightly have been President of the World. He wrote a number of publications regarding how the planet should be organised and run and when the Callaghan Gov’t showed no particular interest in celebrating the Queen’s first 25 years on the throne in 1977, Nicholson got together with Charles Wintour, then Editor of the London Evening Standard, and Illtyd Harrington, then the Deputy Leader of the GLC, to promote the celebration of the Silver Jubilee.

 

Illtyd Harrington knew about Dafydd and the trafficking gang. Illtyd was an ally of Ken Livingstone and served as Deputy Leader of the GLC, 1981–84 and then as Chairman, 1984–85.

Harrington was born in Merthyr Tydfil. His father was an atheist and Communist, who fought against the Fascists in the Spanish Civil War and mother, known as Sally, was also an anti-fascist. Harrington was educated at the Roman Catholic Dowlais School before going to Trinity University College, Carmarthen (now part of University of Wales Trinity St David). Illtyd became a friend of Dylan Thomas while he was there.

Harrington gained employment in Brixton, before becoming a geography teacher at Kennington Secondary school. Then he moved on to become Head of English at Daneford School in Bethnal Green. Illtyd’s friends in the East End included the Krays.

Harrington was openly gay and lived for fifty years with his partner, Christopher ‘Chris’ Downes, who worked as a theatrical dresser for Laurence Olivier and Maggie Smith. Downes became a Board Director of the National Theatre on the South Bank. Both men were active members of the Board of Trustees of the National Youth Theatre. They shared a house in London and later in Brighton, where they entertained the gliterati. Both were heavily involved as writers and editors of The Camden New Journal and West End Extra. Downes died in 2003. 

Harrington’s nephew is actor Richard Harrington.

Harrington’s political career started with election to the borough council in Paddington in 1959 and in 1964, he moved up to the Westminster City Council, where he was leader 1972-4 and the GLC. He represented Brent South in 1973 on the GLC, having been rejected as a potential Parliamentary candidate for Merthyr. He was also Chairman of the GLC’s Policy and Resources Committee. During the period he was also Deputy Leader of the Labour Party. Illtyd was a member of Wilson’s kitchen cabinet when Labour returned to power in 1974.

Illtyd’s wiki entry tells us that ‘It was promulgated that he might be offered a peerage, but both MI5 and MI6 were investigating the Cabinet for suspected incidents of Soviet espionage and he was refused’. Well someone with a sense of humour has written that. The Lords is full of people with links to espionage activities but as long as they concealed Dafydd and the paedophiles, they were in. Illtyd concealed Dafydd and the paedophiles as well, so if he was refused a peerage there must have been some other reason.

In 1980, after the leader of the GLC, Sir Reg Goodwin, retired Harrington became Deputy to Andrew McIntosh. The flood of hard left councillors elected in 1981 staged a coup and ousted McIntosh in favour of Red Ken. Ken told Harrington ‘Of course I am not going to oust you as Deputy Leader, you are the acceptable face of extremism’.

Illtyd became an advisor to Red Ken when Ken became Mayor in 2001.

Later in life, Illtyd was a regular contributor to Camden New Journal.

 

Illtyd Harrington (left) and Andrew McIntosh celebrate Labour's victory over the Conservatives in the 1981 GLC elections

Illtyd Harrington (left) and Andrew McIntosh celebrate Labour’s victory over the Conservatives in the 1981 GLC elections. If Illtyd and his mates hadn’t have colluded with Dafydd and the traffickers, they might have been celebrating a General Election win over Thatcher.
 
If any of Illtyd’s mates who are still alive – John McDonnell perhaps? – would like to enlighten me, I’d be keen to know whether Illtyd and his crew were in any way related to the unpleasant things that happened to me and my friends when we lived on his manor (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

Max Nicholson saw the Silver Jubilee as an opportunity to lift the celebrations into ‘the realm of inspiration and guidance for the future’. He developed a document called ‘The Seven Thrusts’ in which he declared he was not content to leave ‘a haphazard legacy of scattered unrelated Jubilee halls, gardens, fountains, seats and suchlike’ but intended to initiate an overall plan for ongoing projects in partnership with local authorities and voluntary bodies.

The first of Max’s thrusts was the Jubilee Walkway, which aimed to knit London more closely together, and in particular to lure the walker from Leicester Square across Lambeth Bridge and on to the South Bank.

Max’s second thrust was to knit north London together by the fuller use of Regent’s Canal and the Grand Union Canal. The other thrusts involved the cleaning up and development of the Covent Garden area, improvement schemes overseen by the Civic Trust to develop a London-wide heritage and amenity programme, an extensive tree-planting programme and the development of ‘meanwhile’ use of derelict land, which included the creation of an urban farm at Newham. Nicholson also masterminded the Clean Up London Campaign.

Max ‘was against the Establishment’, although a ‘dedicated monarchist’, and predicted that the monarchy would survive the 21st century, because ‘any sensible person would realise that the system was patently more honourable than a presidency of ambitious and self-serving politicians’.

The nature loving anarchist who was Max spent most of his time in Chelsea, in the home he had bought when he was still quite young.

In 1982 Max enjoyed a proud moment when he accepted the Gold Medal for the World Wildlife Fund from the Duke of Edinburgh, the man who’s work with the WWF was of course as result of the efforts of Max.

Before Anne was killed, she used to talk about the RSPB as not being an organisation for anyone who was genuinely interested in birding. She maintained that it was run by grandiose people with Royal connections. I think I might know who she was talking about.

 

Magnus Magnusson was President of the RSPB, 1985-90. Magnus went to Jesus College, Oxford, which educated quite a few paedophiles’ friends because it is a college with Welsh connections. Magnusson was a journalist and before he found his true home pompousing on ‘Mastermind’, he used to present a lot of those TV programmes in the 1970s which investigated ghosts, past lives and other such matters. I watched a programme in which Magnus swore blind that the people whom he was interviewing were presenting evidence that they’d lived before. As is customary, Magnus’s guests had all experienced quite eventful previous lives, one of them had even been someone who had been part of the massacre of the Jews in York in 1190. No-one had just worked on a small-holding and done the washing-up for their entire lives.

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Magnus also wrote for the ‘New Statesman’, as did many paedophiles’ friends and it was through the small ads in the ‘New Statesman’ that Brown and I encountered some of the mad people who caused us grief whom I now know were presents from the security services.

Magnus was the founder Chairman of Scottish Natural Heritage upon its inception in 1992. He was Lord Rector of Edinburgh University, 1975-78 and later in 2002 Magnus became Chancellor of Glasgow Caledonian University.

Magnus’s daughter Sally and his son Jon work in the media.

None of the Magnussons ever blew the whistle on Jimmy Savile. Sally Magnusson has presented ‘Songs of Praise’. As did Aled Jones, the 1980s school boy singing sensation who lived at Llandegfan and was a neighbour of all those Top Doctors and staff at UCNW who were desperately in need of a distraction just when Aled became a superstar overnight because Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I would not shut up about the crimes of the Top Docs. Aled went to school with the children of D.G.E. Wood. Aled also went to school with at least five kids whom I know were being abused by those we know and love, but Aled’s school didn’t give a stuff about them and neither did anyone else.

More recently, Aled has presented ‘Cash In The Attic’.

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Jesus Christ, he’s grabbed a little boy in his pyjamas, the Abominable Snowman must be working for Gwynedd Social Services.

 

Lord Derek Barber, a civil servant and agriculturalist, was President of the RSPB, 1990-91. Barber was educated at the Royal Agricultural College, Cirencester and served in WWII. He farmed in Gloucestershire before serving in various posts at the MAFF, 1946-72. After that, Barber took various advisory roles on countryside and agricultural matters, including to the Gov’t and BBC. Derek Barber will have been networked into the landowning paedophiles’ friends, such as Lord Kenyon and the Duke of Westminster.

Barber was also President of the Gloucestershire Naturalists’ Society; President of the Royal Agricultural Society of England; President of the British Pig Association; and a Vice-President of the Nature in Art Trust.

Barber picked up his peerage in Aug 1992, four months after the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by the firebomb in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Barber sat as a crossbencher in the Lords.

 

The CEO of the RSPB, 1991-98, was Barbara Young aka Baroness Young of Old Scone. The Baroness of Old Scone is one of the breed of Labour peers who just go through life clocking up public appointments, anything will do, they’re not fussy, but the appointments do of course always include a few which involve keeping the lid on the barrel of crap which is the NHS.

Lady Old Scone is currently Chair of the Woodland Trust. She was the Chief Exec of Diabetes UK, 2010-15 and before that she was involved in the establishment of the CQC, Chairing that organisation between 2008-10. Lady Old Scone was Chief Exec of the Environment Agency, 2000-08 and other posts she has held include: Chair of English Nature; Vice Chairman of the BBC; Board member of AWG plc; and posts in a number of local health authorities, including Parkside Health Authority. In 2010 Barbar