Yours Truly, Angry Mob

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.

Hannibal Lecter

‘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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The Trustee Of The Idiocy:

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And tonight on the BBC, Alan Yentob presents ‘Imagine’. Indeed, imagine a massive multi-million pound organisation run by the cream of the UK’s media who failed to notice that a serial sex offender wearing nothing but a pair of gold lame shorts had parked his caravan out the back and was inviting kiddies to come inside and admire the gold taps…

 

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When Stuart Hall was imprisoned, Brown remarked that he probably did all that laughing on ‘It’s A Knockout’ because he was pissing himself at what they were all getting away with.

 

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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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 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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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?’

 

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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:

 

Oona King

 

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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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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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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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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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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This man was the Home Secretary at the time:

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Lots of Eton messes:

 

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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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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:

 

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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.

The Lord Kingsdown aka Robin Leigh-Pemberton
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The Secretary of State for the DHSS at the time was Norman Fowler, who is currently Lord Speaker:

The Lord Fowler looking rough
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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:
Dr Dafydd Alun Jones
The Viscount Tonypandy
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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.

 

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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 Barbara Young was appointed Chancellor of Cranfield University and was elected an Honorary Fellow of the Royal Society of Edinburgh in 2017.

 

One other person to whom biologists will have grovelled is Professor Peter Bridgewater, an Australian conservationist, who was Chief Scientist of the Nature Conservancy Council, 1989–90. Peter Bridgewater was also Chief Executive of the Australian Nature Conservation Agency and Director of the National Parks and Wildlife Service, 1990–97 and Secretary of UNESCO’s Man and the Biosphere Programme and Director of its Division of Ecological Sciences 1999–03. Subsequently Bridgewater was Secretary General of the Ramsar Convention on the Protection of Wetlands of International Importance and from 2007 he has been Chairman of the UK’s statutory Joint Nature Conservation Committee. Among many international appointments Bridgewater was Chair of the International Whaling Commission, 1995-97.

 

Another name from the past who knew some of what was happening in Bangor was Dr Dorian Moss. Dorian was a statistician who worked at the Institute for Terrestrial Ecology in Bangor in the 1980s. He was a member of Bangor Bird Group and knew Anne well. Anne had spent a summer working at the ITE with Dorian. After the gang killed Anne, it was Dorian’s wife who came over to help sort Anne’s things out…

 

 

There are bombs going off everywhere at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. More patients have died unnecessarily and yet more notices have been issued by coroners with a view to ‘preventing further deaths’. Yet another damning report has been compiled re the mental health services in north Wales and Donna Ockenden, an independent investigator, appeared on camera saying that this cannot go on, the Board cannot simply continue to produce action plan after action plan after action plan, with no improvement in ‘services’.

Nothing will change. No-one in north Wales knows how to provide a mental health service, they never did know how to do that. They weren’t providing a mental health service, what they were doing was running a paedophile ring. Everyone knew it and everyone allowed it to continue. Patients’ complaints were ignored as were deaths, inspections were conducted by the paedophiles’ friends and subsequently described the traffickers as kind, compassionate and excellent. Research was faked and trumpeted as world leading by both Westminster and the Welsh Gov’t. The people at the Betsi are the very same people who ran that paedophile ring 20 yrs ago.

There is no mental health service in north Wales and very little NHS per se. The reason why people are finally squealing is that the situation is now so bad that better off people are dying as well. When it was just the dispossessed nobody minded. Now no-one is safe. It’s what happens when a cartel of Top Doctors are allowed to kill people who dare complain.

Everyone needs to stop the endless reports and reviews, the meaningless historical enquiries led by the paedophiles’ friends which are going to bring ‘closure’, the vacuous #Me Tooing and the promises to give Wales a ‘feminist Gov’t’ and they need to arrest those doctors who colluded with each other to refuse all care and treatment to anyone who complained. They also need to arrest the Health Ministers who were told repeatedly what those doctors were doing yet refused to act – Jane Hutt, Brian Gibbons, Edwina Hart, Lesley Griffiths and Mark Drakeford. People died. It was quite deliberate.

One person who might like to give evidence is Dr Gruff Penrhyn Jones, formerly of Waunfawr Surgery. Gruff was much more pleasant than his dysfunctional colleagues, but he knew what they were doing. For a period of years, Gruff knew that I was unlawfully refused all treatment by every single doctor in north Wales. There is at least one other patient living in Gwynedd who was in exactly the same position. Gruff looked on but did not act. But then no-one did. Gruff’s dad was a Top Doctor in north Wales and Gruff knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Gruff spent part of his career in Sweden and his son is in the Swedish police force. The last that I heard was that Gruff had left the UK, I think to live in Sweden. Gruff is not the only witness who emigrated, Dr Richard Tranter of the Hergest Unit and a number of his colleagues did as well.

The Top Docs watched an international paedophile ring in operation for years, said nothing and when Operation Pallial was launched they emigrated. Of course there is no mental health service in north Wales, how could there possibly be?

 

Little Shop Of Horrors

This blog has already featured many people who knew me who used their knowledge of what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al for personal gain, often in the shape of securing jobs or promotions. I’m revisiting some of these people in this post, but now I’ll explain the links between them.

 

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I’ll begin with Dr Dee Gray – formerly known as Dee Jones – as well as a frequent star of this blog, Meri Huws. Dee and Meri both worked at Bangor University when I did my PhD there and for a few years subsequently as well. I have discussed Dee previously, but not by name. However, what she did was disgusting and the paedophiles’ friends won’t stop squealing, so I’m naming her now.

Dee is a former Angel from Liverpool who shared an open plan office with me and Meri was Head of the Dept of Lifelong Learning. Meri was subsequently appointed PVC for Welsh Language and Cultural Affairs at Bangor, which resulted in comparisons between Meri and Sir Les Patterson, the Cultural Attache. Meri’s promotion also led to even more bawdy jokes circulating than had been doing the rounds previously, as a result of allegations that she had only landed the job as a result of pressure on the University from the Welsh Gov’t after Meri had relationships with Welsh Gov’t Ministers Alun Pugh and Andrew Davies and was rumoured to have had a fling with Rhodri Morgan as well (see post ‘People With Energy’). Regular readers will know that in the 1980s Meri was a ‘community social worker’ for Gwynedd Social Services on the Maesgeirchan estate in Bangor, which was the location of Ty’r Felin children’s home. Kids at Ty’r Felin were severely abused and trafficked to local venues where they were sold for sex and boys were taken to Dolphin Square in London as well (see post ‘Are You Local?’). I suspect that it was Meri’s role in or knowledge of this which was her real source of influence, rather than her multiple flings with people in the Welsh Gov’t, although that will have helped.

Meri was widely loathed by other paedophiles’ friends, but because they are all utterly pathetic and not very good at anything, the whole lot of them rely upon their own and each others’ pasts as paedophiles’ friends to land jobs and research grants. One person who particularly loathed Meri was Dee. Dee was a source of crude comments about Meri – references to Meri’s ‘oral skills’ were made when Meri’s many roles on bodies concerned with the Welsh language were mentioned and it was also observed that Meri was indulging in ‘animal behaviour’ as she tripped over herself in her unsuccessful attempts to bag another man who would have given her career a boost.

The irony was that whilst Dee sat in our office hurling insults at Meri, Dee was manager of a NHS ‘risk assessment’ project in collaboration with the NW Wales NHS Trust, the funding of which had been obtained by Meri. My post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’ discussed how Dee’s colleagues on the risk management project – Patricia Gaskell, the solicitor for Ysbyty Gwynedd and John Bowles, the risk manager for the NW Wales NHS Trust – were two of the very people who were failing to investigate serious complaints and perverting the course of justice and destroying/fabricating evidence in order to secure convictions against patients who had complained. When Dee had project meetings, the drinks and nibbles would be carefully placed on tables next to my desk, so the delightful Mr Bowles would stand next to me reading the papers on my desk, having a good look at what was on my computer screen and listening in to my phone calls.

Whilst I worked in that office, someone rifled through my desk and accessed my computer when I was out of the office. I suspected that it was Dee or an accomplice. Then John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer.

I have covered the excesses of Dee and Gaskell and Bowles in previous posts, as well as Dee’s anger when she saw that Brown and me had appeared in the lay press discussing the slaughter in the mental health services in north Wales. Days after the piece about the mental health services appeared – I had also previously featured in ‘The Guardian’ in an article about HE policy – Dee approached me in private and asked me if I could get an article about Bangor University in the press. I presumed that she meant an article about some aspect of the University’s research – I thought that she was angling for a free plug for her lame NHS propaganda. Er – no. When I asked Dee what she was thinking of, she told me that I ought to write an article about the VC, who was ‘causing so much damage to the university’. This was the VC who had challenged the paedophiles’ friends and who was at that time under full attack from them. I said no and days later Dee screamed at me that me writing about the NHS was damaging her career.

In fact Dee did really well out of me. She was in the office on the day that I was showing a friend the letter that Alun Davies had written and CC’d to Top Docs and other managers in which he detailed his plans to fit me up in court. She called across the office that Alun Davies should be ‘exposed and pilloried in the press’. Then Dee let the NW Wales NHS Trust know that she knew about that letter and screwed a research grant out of them in return for her silence. That was only the beginning. Keith Thomson, the Trust CEO, had resigned the day after my lawyers had subpoenaed him to appear before the High Court in Cardiff, who had threatened him with prison if he didn’t hand over my medical records. Dee knew about that. She knew about Dr Robert Kehoe, the ‘expert witness’, who lied in his report about me, Brown and some of my colleagues (see post ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’). Dee knew about the assaults on and deaths of Hergest patients; about an agreement between the Top Docs and Angels at Ysbyty Gwynedd to refuse a witness to the serious wrongdoing all NHS treatment, although it was acknowledged that this man had a life-threatening condition; and she also knew about the misconduct of the obstetricians and gynaecologists at Ysbyty Gwynedd, which had included a sexual assault on one patient. Dee herself had previously suffered at the hands of the obstetric service of Gwynedd Health Authority. She successfully sued them.

Dee also knew that there was such a serious bullying problem in the School of Healthcare Sciences that at least two members of staff had become ill and had been forced out of their jobs. One, an Angel, Jan Stanley-Smith, then joined the paedophiles’ friends of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and the other, Professor Fiona Poland, relocated to UEA. Jan and Fiona know much about the paedophiles’ friends and the abuse of patients in north Wales and Fiona’s knowledge of the abuse of vulnerable people stretches back to her days in Manchester in the late 1970s.

Dee sued someone else as well as Gwynedd Health Authority. After her NHS risk management project imploded because neither she, Bowles or Gaskell knew what they were doing, Dee sued Bangor University, because her incompetence and deceit was somehow their fault. The two PhD students whom Dee had failed to supervise who did not get their PhDs were seething and told me that Dee had somehow shafted the University and walked away with a great deal of money, but no-one knew how she did it.

I have recently been told that Dee and some corrupt union reps used their knowledge of what was happening to me at the hands of the NHS as leverage – some Bangor University staff have dual appointments with the University and the NHS. I have also been told that Meri Huws played a role in it all.

Dee then rocked up in a senior role at Public Health Wales. Leading on leadership no less. Only the NHS would ever employ someone to lead on leadership, let alone someone who had been sacked from at least three previous jobs and who, when working as an Angel, had given the wrong advice to a man with diabetes such that he fell into a coma. In her role at Public Health Wales, Dee was given control of some purse strings. She later delighted in telling staff at Bangor University that in this role, Public Health Wales sent her to see the VC of Bangor University. According to Dee, the VC realised that she was now ‘a very important person’ and that ‘he had fear in his eyes’.

Interestingly enough, when Dee turned up, what the VC actually did was tell her that he was too busy to see her and told his PA to send her to see Meri Huws. So as Brown summarised, Dee was sent off to wander the corridors with Meri. Yeh, he had so much fear in his eyes Dee, that he knew just how well a pair of pig-shit thick paedophiles’ friends who have spent their entire lives screwing people over would get on together and he wasn’t going to waste time with either of you.

The Very Important Person subsequently left Public Health Wales under a cloud and set up an ‘executive coaching agency’ – ‘Grays Learning’ – and was recently paid thousands of pounds by her old mates at the Betsi for her ‘consultancy’ in teaching Top Doctors about transformational change, learning organisations and, no doubt, leadership. Since I blogged about her executive coaching agency, Dee has disappeared from the internet, but her photo remains so she can be recognised if she is bumped into on a dark night. I think that Dee still lives at Deiniolen should any customers of the executive coaching agency wish to ask for a refund. Dee’s website didn’t explain that she is an Angel who has been sacked three times and who nearly killed a patient, it stated that she was a university senior manager and a Gov’t adviser.

 

Meri of course had rather bigger ambitions than Dee. Meri’s track record has already featured on this blog, including her unlawful sacking of a member of staff because they dared have a visual impairment. A local psychotherapist who was employed by the Dept of Lifelong Learning sued Meri for unfair dismissal. Meanwhile, Meri et al were running courses in partnership with Dafydd’s charity CAIS. Someone else knew about the numerous complaints from students, the litigation and the failed ‘research projects’ run by Lifelong Learning – the former UCNW Dean of the Faculty of Science Dr Eifion Jones’s daughter, who is Prof Richard Bentall’s ex-wife (see post ‘Interesting Facts’). Richard Bentall had done his degree and PhD at UCNW whilst Dafydd ruled the roost in the Psychology Dept and Richard then returned to take up a Chair of Psychology at Bangor when Prof Fergus Lowe had expanded his empire after overthrowing Dafydd.

Fergus was Senior PVC when Meri was PVC. Fergus befriended Meri, pumped her for info – guess what and who that info was about?? – and then treated her with complete contempt. Meri eventually departed for the greener grass of Trinity St David’s University, where she joined other paedophiles’ friends, including some former theologians from Bangor University. One of whom was Dr Catrin Haf Williams, who’s father was the clergyman who officiated at the wedding of William and Ffion Hague (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’).

Trinity St David’s is located in west Wales, where a paedophile ring operated which had links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. By the time that Meri had arrived in a senior job at Trinity St David’s, Keith Thomson had been appointed CEO of the NHS Trust for Pembrokeshire and Dyfed. Thomson was given that job when Dr Brian Gibbons was Health Minister. The Gibbons who wrote to me telling me that our correspondence was ‘closed’ after I told him that I had evidence of serious criminal activity in the NHS in north Wales. The evidence related to Keith Thomson, amongst others.

I mentioned in my post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ that I have in my possession documents demonstrating that e mails sent from me to friends of mine at Bangor University somehow ended up in the hands of the civil servants of the Welsh Gov’t – it seems to have happened when Lesley Griffiths was Health Minister – and that the identity of my friends had been commented upon. This info had been communicated to two corrupt mental health service managers in the Betsi, Dr Adrian Harris and Simon Pyke. There was also a fallacious allegation that I had visited the home of a Welsh Gov’t Minister. God knows who dreamed that one up, but I expect that I went to murder them in cold blood, it’s what I’m usually up to. My e mails to my friends had concerned a vicious unprovoked attack on me – which resulted in injury – by the daughter of a local barrister. The attack was never investigated by the police because when a Top Doc was called to document my injuries, instead of doing that, he sectioned me when he heard who had attacked me. I was taken to Wrexham Maelor Hospital, where they admitted that I had been unlawfully detained – the section papers had not been signed. I was told that I was free to go, so I did (see post ‘Five Find A Mystery (Partially) Illuminated’). Whereupon I was reported missing by the Betsi Board, my mugshot appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ and I was then traced by the police to Cumbria, where I was on a walking holiday. A mental health team from Cumbria were sent to section me but refused to do so (see post ‘The Real Check And Balance – Which Was Ignored’).

One friend whom I e mailed about the assault on me also knew that I and another witness had been threatened by a rogue policeman with a gun. Why might the civil servants and the Betsi have been interested in the identity of my friend I wonder? Someone else knew that I was friends with this man as well – Dee Jones. She asked me who he was one day.

This man shared an office at Bangor University with another member of staff, Jamie Burrows. Jamie’s mum was Mary Burrows, who was the CEO of the Betsi and who came under such sustained attack by the BMA and the paedophiles’ friends that she resigned. My friend told me that Jamie was being treated appallingly at Bangor University because of who his mum was.

Fergus Lowe will have known a great deal about all these matters, but he’s dead so sadly he can’t be arrested and questioned.

 

As for Meri, not only did she get completely pissed at every university function that she attended, but she would drive back to her home on Anglesey immediately afterwards. On one occasion, a senior member of staff physically removed Meri’s car keys from her to stop her getting into her car bladdered, but most people don’t have the stomach to fight a pissed, screaming Meri, so she was frequently behind the wheel drunk. I witnessed her regularly driving whilst using her mobile phone as well. Was Meri ever prosecuted? Of course not. But then she had previously facilitated a paedophile gang with which the police had colluded. The University police officer was a paedophiles’ friend, as was at least one of the Ysbyty Gwynedd police officers.

Meri did her first degree at Aberystwyth University and claims to have a postgrad social work qualification from Oxford, but no-one is quite sure if this is true. However, because Meri worked as a social worker for Gwynedd in the 1980s, she will know that the Student’s Union Community Action group in UCNW colluded with the abuse of children at Ty’r Felin, because the students volunteering with CA used to work at Ty’f Felin. CA was the wealthiest student society in UCNW, it employed a paid manager and owned and ran a minibus in which the abused kids were ferried around. Perhaps Meri could let us know where all that dosh for CA came from.

One of the leading lights in CA in the late 1970s/early 1980s was an English Lit student called Anita Purkis. Her younger sister Ros was a student at UCNW when I was there. I was friends with Ros, she was my neighbour in hall in the first year. Ros became ill and attempted suicide after an encounter with Gwynne the lobotomist. She ended up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh under the care of Tony Francis and killed herself a few years ago after years of neglect at the hands of one of Tony Francis’s former colleagues in Manchester. Francis knew that Ros’s sister had been involved with CA.

Meri’s neighbour Prof Bob Woods knew about Meri and the drunk driving. Not that it will have bothered him, Bob Woods is a clinical psychologist colleague of Dafydd and the paedophiles, a bit of drunk driving is neither here nor there.

Bob Woods is a lay preacher. He used to turn up at Penrallt Baptist Church in Bangor to do a turn. Some of the people at Penrallt were very nice, a number of my friends went there. Penrallt was very popular with the staff of Bangor University and local health and social care professionals, so that Church contained a great many people who knew about the paedophile gang but were far too compromised – or frightened – to say a word.

 

Here’s a few accessories who were regulars at Penrallt: Peter Brindley, the retired head technician from the School of Plant Biology and his wife; Judy and Malcolm Stammers, two former psychiatric social workers and their offspring Ben and Jonathan (see post ‘Feet In Chains’); Joan Beer, the widow of Top Doctor Bill Beer, who was killed in a car crash in Dec 1999, two months before the Waterhouse Report was published (see post ‘The Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’); Neil and Joan Rymer.

Joan Rymer used to work as a teacher at Hillgrove School, which came under serious attack from the paedophile gang and their friends when I worked as a teacher there, after the Headmaster dared challenge Keith Fearns of the Arfon CMHT when Fearns paid him a visit and demanded that he sack me (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). At the same time, another teacher at Hillgrove with whom I was friends who was in a violent marriage discovered that Hillgrove School had been approached by her abusive husband with a Top Doc in tow demanding that she be fired on the grounds that she was a ‘drug addict’. The ‘drugs’ in question were valium, which had been prescribed by the Top Doctor. Shortly after this, I heard Joan Rymer telling her mates in Penrallt that someone was going to sort the Head of Hillgrove School out. They did, the stress of a false accusation and a court case nearly killed him.

‘What would Jesus do?’ asked a recent Penrallt newsletter. Well he wouldn’t have done what Joan Rymer and her friends did.

Joan Rymer’s friend social worker Judy Stammers was mates with paedophiles’ friend and vicious lying social worker Sheila Jenkins, whose husband Prof David Jenkins worked at Bangor University, as well as with Sally Atkinson, who was a teacher at Hillgrove School. Sally was also someone who had the knives out for the Headmaster and his wife – so Sally asked her friend Judy Stammers what could be done about him. The initial plan was to accuse him of failing to implement child protection policies. I heard the plan being formulated in the staff room with another paedophiles’ friend who held a grudge. Sally Atkinson’s father had been a lecturer at the teacher training institute, Bangor Normal College, along with so many other paedophiles’ friends. Meri Huws had lectured at the Normal College.

The cowardly attack on Hillgrove School began in 2002, but continued for a number of years. At the time, Blair was PM and his PPS was the paedophiles’ friend David Hanson (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’). David Hanson is married to Margaret Hanson, who is currently Vice-Chair of the Betsi Board. Margaret formerly worked as a family and children’s social worker in Cheshire, when Dafydd et al ran the paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire. Margaret was also a Councillor in Cheshire, as was David Hanson.

It was during all this when Brown’s mum was found dead. As was Dr Dafydd Arthur Jones, a member of Meri’s staff who was being badly bullied by Meri and was desperate to escape from the Dept of Lifelong Learning. The paedophiles’ friends knew that I was friends with Dafydd Arthur. He was found dead on a mountain, a fit man who was only in his 40s. Dafydd Arthur went to the same chapel as one of Dafydd’s contacts, the former Deputy Principal of the Normal College. The Principal of the Normal College had been Professor Gareth Roberts, who became Head of the School of Education after the Normal College merged with Bangor University. Meri and Dee worked in Depts which were part of the School of Education.

Neil Rymer, the husband of the arch-plotter Joan Rymer, was, like Prof Gareth Roberts, a mathematician. Neil Rymer had been a lecturer in the UCNW Dept of Maths, which was closed down in a round of Gov’t cuts many years ago.

Another member of staff in the Maths Dept was Dr Jan Abas, who’s daughter Melanie is a Top Doc at the Maudsley. Melanie Abas, her father and her mother knew all about the paedophile gang on her native soil and she featured in my post ‘The Old Devils’.

Some of those who had been put out to grass from the Maths Dept never forgave the University, one being the husband of Gwerfyl Roberts. Gwerfyl is a former Angel who lectured in the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor Univesity. The delightful Gwerfyl’s racist bullying and other scams are detailed in my post ‘What Time’s Chaos?’.

 

The toxic brew at the School of Healthcare Sciences was strengthened by the arrival of Dr Chris Burton – now Prof Chris Burton – a ‘stroke specialist’. Chris Burton was not a complete fool like Gwerfyl et al and he was very contemptuous of her and her pals. Chris had never wanted to work at Bangor, loathed the institution and everyone in it. He took the job there after he had been obliged to leave a number of previous jobs after doing a few things that he should not have. One of Chris Burton’s previous bosses was paedophiles’ friend Professor Mike Nolan, who had previously worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd and Bangor University (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Chris shafted Nolan, but I suspect that before he did that, Chris Burton had extracted info regarding the paedophile gang from Nolan, which was no doubt how Chris then landed a job at Bangor University when he had become untouchable. Like all the best Angels, Chris had his bullying skills down to a fine art – he left one student suicidal after months of intense victimisation and undermining.

Chris is a high profile out gay and in his youth he earned extra money in various capacities in gay clubs and as a dancer on TV. Chris Burton didn’t know this, but one of the people who’s life he made miserable entertained themselves by watching old video clips of Chris Burton dressed up as a Roman centurion performing with a dance troupe on the 1980s quiz show ‘3-2-1′, which starred a character called Dusty Bin. Chris became known in Bangor as the Dusty Bin Dancer. So that’s the Welsh Gov’ts stroke expert for you.

 

Another old lag at Bangor University who played the same game as Dee – toadying to Meri in order to gain jobs that he couldn’t do whilst despising her – was Dr Eben Muse. Eben spent a while under Meri’s wing at the Dept of Lifelong Learning, thought that his prospects would be improved in another Dept and when the Head of that Dept was massacred by Fungus for daring to challenge the paedophiles’ friends, Eben returned to the arms of Meri and walked away with the offer of what he thought was another job. Only Meri shafted him and Eben had to beg for shelter  in the School of Creative Studies and Media, where he then tried to wreck the career of one of the best academics in Bangor University. What currency had Eben acquired which enabled him to twist the arms of people and ensure that they continued to employ him in the wake of his track record of mediocrity? Dee Jones et al told him about me of course and the evidence that I had re the paedophile gang. Furthermore Eben’s wife is a teacher in Gwynedd, so Eben and Mrs Muse are implicated in the wrongdoing in a major way.

Eben learnt Welsh at the knee of Meri and although his conversational Welsh is good, every Welsh language specialist who knows him maintains that his formal Welsh is nowhere near good enough for the series of jobs as a Welsh language specialist that he has bagged in competition with first language Welsh speakers.

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

 

My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ supplied details regarding Prof John Farrar, a now retired plant biologist who spent years working at Bangor University and who was a PVC along with Fungus and Meri. Farrar was a contemporary of the junior lecturer in the School of Plant Biology who was known to be picking up under-aged girls for sex, whose colleagues knew about his activities and were worried that he would be arrested. Farrar hated this man – although Farrar hated everyone – and had explosive rows with him. But not about him having sex with school girls. Farrar was a colleague of Dr Chris Wood, who was married to the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the paedophile/sex trafficking ring in north Wales. As if any lecturer in UCNW was ever going to be investigated for sexually exploiting young people…

Before Farrar retired after keeling over from a heart-attack induced by a particularly dreadful row with Fungus, Farrar’s pride and joy was the Environment Centre Wales at Bangor University. It cost a great deal of money and was very much Farrar’s empire. However there were a number of structural problems due to design faults, but no-one was allowed to mention them when the VIP guest arrived to open the Good Ship Farrar. The VIP concerned was Gordon Brown!

So Bangor University received two visits from New Labour big wigs in rapid succession. Charlie Falconer, who turned up at the behest of Betty Williams, paedophiles’ friend and the former MP for Conwy, 1997-10 (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) and then Gordon.

Betty was known to be hopeless and the world looked forward to her retirement. However as the big day neared, north Wales was gripped by panic. It transpired that Meri had her eyes on Betty’s seat and was said to have been ripe for selection as a time expired Blair’s babe. The nightmare only stopped when a delegation of local Labour Party activists made representation and firmly stated that Meri was ‘unsuitable’ to be a candidate. They didn’t have to say WHY the pissed, shagging colleague of a paedophile gang was unsuitable – Labour Party HQ knew why. It was for the very reasons that New Labour big wigs wanted her to succeed Betty Williams.

 

John Farrar’s former wife Stel worked as a Welsh for adults tutor in Meri’s Dept of Lifelong Learning and Farrar and Stel’s son Robin has for some years now held high office in Cymdeithas yr Iaith. Meri used to be Chair of Cymdeithas.

 

A helpful stranger has assisted me in joining up a few of the dots regarding events at the Agriculture Dept at UCNW in the 1970s, 80s and 90s and the possible reasons why it was a stronghold of the paedophiles’ friends. I knew that it was, but I couldn’t work out WHY. Mary Wynch had worked there as a secretary and had uncovered something so dreadful that Dafydd and the gang unlawfully imprisoned her for a year in 1979. Following that, a new Prof and Head of Dept arrived from Aberdeen University, the dreadful J.B. Owen. Under J.B. Owen’s watchful eye, the farm run by the Agri Dept went bankrupt – and after being bailed out went bankrupt again a few years later – vindictive attacks were launched against staff and students leading to an exodus of students to other Depts and academic standards were laughable. Yet one of this crew, the agricultural economist Prof Richard Howarth, became an adviser to Thatcher (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

The students who left the Agri Dept in droves did so because they wanted to study agricultural science, as opposed to what the Agri Dept were teaching, which was how to run large estates by extracting the generous Gov’t subsidies which were available at the time. The students who were the children of large landowners, of which there were quite a few, were very happy with what the Agri Dept delivered. The Agri Dept had no time for SSSIs or organic farming or applied biology or indeed anything but how to get those Gov’t subsidies for your estate. J.B. Owen, when still new to the post, gave an interview to ‘Farmer’s Weekly’ in which he said that he wanted ‘graduates with mud on their boots’. What he meant was that he wanted graduates who employed people with mud on their boots – Owen was making a (successful) pitch for the children of large landowners who were a bit more academic than those who went to Seale-Hayne, Harper Adams or Cirencester Agricultural Colleges.

 

In the 1980s, estate management was still mostly the preserve of men, so the girls who graduated from the Agri Dept in those days tended to work for ADAS (the Gov’t agricultural advisory service) or agri-chemical companies.

 

J.B. Owen was a landowner on Anglesey himself and his forefathers had provided the dosh which founded the Agri Dept. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon – Lord Kenyon – was President of UCNW, 1947-82 and was a landowner in the north east of Wales. Lord Kenyon’s obituary described him as having done much for agriculture in north Wales. Including I suspect calling J.B. Owen back from Aberdeen University when the paedophile gang sent up the distress flare. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was sexually abusing at least one boy in the care of the social services in north Wales and later died of HIV/AIDS. Lord Kenyon held leading roles in the NHS in the region, including as Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority for several years during the 1970s. He sat on the Police Authority, on Flintshire County Council, was a magistrate and was north Wales’s most senior Freemason. Lord Kenyon held many other roles, including that as a Director of Lloyds Bank. For further details see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

Beata Brookes, the Tory MEP for north Wales, 1979-89, was a UCNW graduate, a former social worker for Denbighshire County Council who later sat on Clwyd Social Services Committee and from 1973 was a member of Clwyd Health Authority. Brookes was involved in just about every disability charity or organisation in north Wales. Brookes’s toxic presence in north Wales caused a crisis in the regional Tory Party. She – and her family – farmed in north east Wales. Brookes’s brother was a Freemason who also held office in the NFU and was involved in other organisations associated with farming and countryside sports. To read the details that was the extreme horror of Beata Brookes’s lifetime of helping the unfortunate, see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’.

 

Ian Mackeson Sandbach was another estate farmer in north east Wales. Mackeson Sandbach was the most senior Freemason in north Wales some years after Lord Kenyon held that honour. Mackeson Sandbach’s granddaughter Antoinette Sandbach is a barrister, a former Tory AM and now the Tory MP for Eddisbury in Cheshire. Antoinette’s gran Geraldine was President of the Royal College of Midwives branch in Denbigh. Now there’s a useful job for someone who might want to conceal a sex trafficking and paedophile gang who are banging their victims up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. See previous posts for full details of the Sandbach clan.

 

The richest and grandest ‘farmer’ in the region was of course the Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. One of Grosvenor’s estates was in Cheshire. Previous posts have detailed Grosvenor’s connections with St George’s Hospital Medical School when that institution was concealing both Dafydd and the gang in north Wales and a related paedophile gang in south London and how Thatcher’s Gov’t allowed Grosvenor to purchase a piece of real estate in Knightsbridge worth millions for £6k in a deal which involved everyone keeping quiet about Dafydd, the paedophile gang and Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison, who was abusing children in north Wales and elsewhere. See post ‘Dates For Your Diary’ for further background on Grosvenor and his family.

Grosvenor was, among many other things: President, Holstein UK & Ireland (formerly British Holstein Society), 1988; President, Institution of Environmental Sciences, 1989-13; Life Governor, Royal Agricultural Society; Vice-President, Royal Smithfield Club, 2004-death; Vice-President, Country Landowners Association, 1999-death.

Grosvenor’s close friend was Carlo, who was Chancellor of UCNW. The sister of Sir Peter Morrison, the Tory MP for Chester who was abusing kids in care, was Dame Mary Morrison, Woman of the Bedchamber to Carlo’s mum HM Lilibet. Grosvenor was President of the City of Chester Constituency Conservative Association. Peter Morrison used to turn up for events in Cheshire held by the farming community.

Carlo was also friendly with the Marquess of Anglesey, whose family were leading lights in the Anglesey Constituency Conservative Party. Every Anglesey MP including Keith Best, Tory MP, 1979-87 and Welsh Office Minister, has concealed the paedophile gang. See post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’.

 

The Agri Dept at UCNW was a laughing stock, but it served a lot of people very well.

 

There is a farm shop and cafe/restaurant near Corwen called Rhug Farm Shop. It’s very nice, but far too expensive to be the place where one buys the weekly groceries. The shop is owned by Lord Newborough, who owns much land in north Wales, including land near Corwen and near Caernarfon. Lord Newborough specialises in foodie-things, like salt marsh lamb and he even grazes bison. His farm is organic and as one enters the farm shop, one is greeted by a huge photo of Carlo and Camilla doing a bit of shopping at Lord Newborough’s place. I think that they are mates with him. Lord Newborough calls himself a farmer and he certainly does some interesting things on his land, but Lord Newborough only felt the call of the sheep and the bison when his dad died. Prior to that Lord Newborough worked in global capitalism. You can watch a video in his cafe – or at least you could the last time that I was in there – and it tells you all about Lord Newborough’s adventures in the money markets of places like Hong Kong.

I suspect that Lord Newborough’s dad did very well out of the Tories’ agricultural policies in the 1980s and 90s, as dreamed up by the paedophiles’ friend Richard Howarth.

Fungus will have known all about it; if only the departed were still here to spill the beans.

 

I have speculated that J.B. Owen was called back to base by the paedophiles’ friends in 1979-80, after the Mary Wynch crisis. My post ‘Now Then…’ discusses Lord Stewart Sutherland, an Aberdeen graduate who in the mid-1960s worked as a lecturer at UCNW, between 1977-90 held senior roles at King’s College London and who was VC of London University, 1990-92, whilst the paedophiles’ friends were up to their eyes in wrongdoing in King’s College and London University.

Stewart Sutherland was appointed as Head of the newly created OFSTED in 1992, ie. Chief Inspector of Education, Children’s Services and Skills. Chris Woodhead succeeded him in 1994 and remained in post until 2000, throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. Woodhead was appointed by PM John Major, remained in post under Blair and had his term extended by David Blunkett in Blunkett’s capacity as Education Secretary. Chris Woodhead was loathed by many people in education, especially the teaching unions, because he constantly banged on about the evils of ‘progressive’ teaching and maintained that nearly all teachers were hopeless and that it was his job to root them out. So a lot of people squealed with delight when it became public that Chris Woodhead, whilst a teacher at Gordano School in Bristol, had had a relationship with one of his pupils.

Woodhead lived with his former pupil for nine years. They insisted that their relationship had begun after they had left the school, but in 2015, immediately after Woodhead’s death, it was reported that his former wife disputed this version of events and stated that she had been asked to consider a menage a trois with Woodhead’s former pupil when the latter was just 17, a claim in which Woodhead’s former wife was supported by a number of Woodhead’s colleagues at Gordano and Tony Robinson of ‘Blackadder’ fame, who knew the Woodheads in Bristol.

Woodhead didn’t do himself any favours when he stated in 1999 that sexual relationships between teachers and their pupils could be ‘experiential and educative on both sides’.

Someone who did teacher training with me at Bangor University later became involved with one of his sixth formers and resigned his post to cohabit with her. There have been requests for me to name him on this blog, but I don’t know the full circumstances so I’m not going to. Keith Fearns and the paedophiles’ friends made fallacious accusations against me but remained silent about this man who qualified with me, but my former fellow student may have formed a genuine relationship with a girl who was 18 and resigned his post in order to live with her. So at the moment I’m keeping an open mind.

 

Woodhead went to Selsdon Primary School in South Croyon, then Wallington County Grammar School in Surrey. Later, he went to Bristol University, where he did his first degree and a PGCE.  Woodhead briefly worked as an English teacher at Wallington County Grammar School for Boys. Subsequently, he taught at the Priory School in Shrewsbury, 1969-72, moving to Newent Community School from 1972-74 as assistant Head of English. Woodhead obtained a MA in English from Keele University in 1974. Woodhead’s final teaching position was at Gordano School in Portishead as Head of English. During this period, he was noted for his espousal of ‘progressive’ educational ideology, something he later recanted.

In 1976, Woodhead left teaching, and subsequently moved into teacher education. He worked as a tutor on the PGCE teacher training course at the University of Oxford and held a number of posts in education development, including Deputy Chief Education Officer in Devon, 1988–90, as well as posts in Shropshire and Cornwall, 1990–1. From 1991-93, Woodhead was Chief Executive of the National Curriculum Council and also of the SCAA from 1993-94 (the School Curriculum and Assessment Authority), later replaced by the Qualifications and Curriculum Authority), which replaced the National Curriculum Council and the School Examinations and Assessment Council from 1 Oct 1993.

On 2 November 2000 Woodhead announced his resignation.

In Feb 2005, ‘The Guardian’ confirmed that in 1997 Woodhead had over-ruled a unanimous decision by his own inspectors and a subsequent inspection visit by HMI inspectors, to declare that Islington Green School was failing and required special measures. According to the head of the school at the time, ‘the consequences for staff and pupils were catastrophic’.

Woodhead was employed as a columnist for ‘The Daily Telegraph’ and ‘The Sunday Times’ newspapers. In approx 2002 Woodhead was appointed a Professor of Education at the University of Buckingham, long associated with paedophiles’ friends in high places of a right wing persuasion (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’).

In 2004 Woodhead became Chairmain of Cognita, a company that owns and runs independent schools. Woodhead and Cognita were reported in the press as having expelled pupils and were accused of ‘milking profits’ and dismissing a whistleblower who accused the company of allowing ineligible teachers to participate in the state run Teachers’ Pension Scheme.

Cognita became embroiled in a sexual abuse scandal when it emerged that one of its teachers at its Southbank International School, had systematically sexually abused at least 60 pupils at the school over a period of years. The man concerned taught at the school from 2009-13. Woodhead was the Chairman of the school board. Hugh Davies QC, who was appointed to look into the scandal, stated that at the school: ‘The structures of governance did not deliver effective supervision of those with operational responsibility for child protection,’ and that child protection policies were not ‘fully understood and/or implemented’ and there was a lack of training among the school’s child protection officers.

Woodhead married again in 2006 and lived in Herefordshire.

Woodhead was knighted in 2011. 

Woodhead was diagnosed with the MND in 2006. He was a Patron of Dignity in Dying and campaigned for an assisted dying law.

Woodhead was on the Advisory Council of the think tank Reform. 

 

Here are a few observations. My housemate Anne who was killed in a car crash in 1986 caused by the paedophiles’ friends came from the same place as Woodhead and attended Wallington Grammar School for Girls. Anne’s mum was a teacher in the area. Woodhead’s dad was an accountant – so was Anne’s dad. Dafydd, John Allen and the paedophiles had a branch of their gang operating in Shropshire when Woodhead taught there and later held senior roles in education development. Woodhead was at Keele University in 1974. Keele had a problem with paedophiles who were teaching on some of their courses, most notably social work academic Peter Righton, who was a member of PIE and was convicted of child sex offences. Righton worked closely with Barbara Kahan, who concealed child abuse throughout her career, including in Oxfordshire, where she and her Top Doctor husband Vladimir Kahan lived and worked for most of their lives (Always On The Side Of The Children’). The Kahans were there when Woodhead worked at Oxford. Jeremy Thorpe and his associates were still colonising Devon when Woodhead held a senior role in the education service in that county.

Woodhead went to Bristol University, as did D.G.E. Wood and David Hunt, who spent so many years in the Welsh Office concealing the crimes of Wood et al. Wood’s father was a Top Doc near Bristol and Wood grew up there. Woodhead lived in Herefordshire at the same time that Sir Ronnie Waterhouse did. Woodhead was Head of OFTSED throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry and he resigned some months after the Waterhouse Report was published. Woodhead was knighted just before Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

Woodhead, being ambitious, fancying himself as an intellectual with political interests and holding senior positions in education, will undoubtedly have known at least some of the stars whom he found himself in close proximity to.

 

Towards the end of his life, Woodhead did something even more interesting than living with one of his pupils and mouthing off about the evils of incompetent, progressive teachers. Woodhead went to live in north Wales – in Llanfrothen. I even bumped into him in Morrison’s in Caernarfon. Llanfrothen is the neighbouring village to Croesor, the village featured in my post ‘The Village’, which was a favourite destination for high profile radicals and activists on the left during the middle years of the 20th century. They knew about organised sexual abuse in the region, they knew about Dafydd and Gwynne the lobotomist and a few of the local people in the area had been ruined by Dafydd and Gwynne.

In 2011 Thomas Merfyn Hughes, a social work manager for Gwynedd Social Services who had challenged the paedophiles’ friends – although he was Of Them – and who had also been the election agent of paedophiles’ friend Elfyn Llwyd MP, was found dead near his home in Croesor. Merfyn Hughes’s body was found some time after he died, concealed, in someone else’s garden, at the bottom of an embankment. The explanation supplied for his death at the inquest did not make sense on any level. See post ‘A Particularly Worrying Death’.

I don’t know exactly when Woodhead moved to Llanfrothen, but he was there when he launched an attack on Bangor University in his Sunday Times column, which must have been in about 2009-10.

Woodhead claimed to have received a letter from the mother of a law student at Bangor denouncing the dreadful standards at Bangor Law School. Woodhead named and shamed Bangor Law School and a lecturer there. The sins of the lecturer were alleged to include having such a poor grasp of English that he couldn’t be understood. This wasn’t true. The lecturer concerned was Asian, but he was sound academically and his English was good. There was a lecturer in the School of Law who’s English was very poor and there had been complaints, but that was a female Chinese lecturer, so there can’t have just been a simple mis-identification. The law students then revealed that the student who’s mum had complained had gone to so few lectures that she’d barely had time to draw conclusions about the competence of the staff. Some of the law students then made allegations that this girl had been nakedly racist towards other people.

Chris Woodhead then disclosed that the student’s mother was a law lecturer herself, So She Knew and furthermore she was African, so the allegations of racism could not possibly be true. I was very friendly with a Bangor law student at the time and was given full details. It sounded very much as though Woodhead and The Sunday Times had set Bangor University up.

The odd thing was that there were huge problems at Bangor Law School, but they were not caused by the man who had been named by Woodhead. The problems were caused by the paedophiles’ friends, who had given places to some highly unsuitable students. These included a former police officer who had criminal convictions and who then offended again and was returned to prison; two female mature students who committed a huge fraud and were sent to prison; a former social worker who just seemed to be completely nuts and spread unpleasant fantasies about the other students; and an associate of Dafydd’s who had served a prison sentence and was defrauding local businesses whilst telling them that he was a barrister. The person who gave these students places was Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer, who’s wife Joanna Griffiths was Director of Social Services for Conwy, who’s sister Gwen Carrington was Director of Gwynedd Social Services and who’s brother Huw was a grossly incompetent solicitor who spent years sitting in the courts in north Wales watching the paedophile gang fit up their victims. For more details about the branch of the Mafia which is the Slayer’s family, see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’. The Buffet Slayer had previously been a lecturer at the Normal College. It was alleged that the two women who were jailed for fraud were personal friends of the Buffet Slayer’s sister.

The Slayer’s activities had made the Law School so notorious that law firms were refusing to employ Bangor graduates and the university authorities were tearing their hair out over the havoc presiding. Except for Fungus. I mentioned in a previous post that before I left Bangor, Fungus knew that I was watching the paedophiles’ friends at work and whenever I was engaged in conversation with anyone, Fungus would appear behind me eavesdropping and glowering. Fungus virtually followed me around the university if he saw me with my friend the law student.

It was at this time that I had heard of plans on the part of the paedophiles’ friends to fit the VC up for a criminal offence after his wife had died. The VC originally came from Llanfrothen. Some of his friends and relatives were still living there when Woodhead moved in.

 

Do you know anything about all of this Cherie and Blair? It all kicked off after John McTernan’s brother-in-law stole my computer and after Dee and Meri had been busy.

Cherie and Blair are friends with Michael Beloff QC. Who’s dad Max was one of the founders of Buckingham University (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). Max knew Ioan Bowen-Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when the paedophile ring operated within the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Michael Beloff was the legal adviser to the insurers of Clwyd County Council – he was responsible for ensuring that the Jillings Report was not made available to anyone but the Council’s insurers and lawyers (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). One member of the Jilliings Panel was a social work academic at Keele University.

 

As for David Blunkett who thought that Woodhead was a jolly good thing – when Blunkett was Home Secretary, he gave a resident of a village near Caernarfon a Citizens Award and she was later awarded an MBE. Her neighbours were horrified. She had carried out vigilante action against people who dared to have mental health problems, had appeared in the local paper commenting on black people who are violent and then one of her family was imprisoned for the rape of a girl under seven yrs old.

It was Blunkett who used his powers as Home Secretary to extend the prison sentence of Howard Hughes from Llandudno, who was convicted of the rape and murder of a little girl called Sophie Hook in the mid-1990s. There was no forensic evidence against Howard Hughes, who has learning disabilities. Many of the people involved in the investigation and trial were paedophiles’ friends. Hughes had previously spent time at Bryn Estyn, where he maintains that he was sexually assaulted. His claim for compensation was turned down on the grounds that he is a convicted murderer. Hughes also spent time in the paedophiles’ prison Garth Angharad near Dolgellau. Hughes is one of three people serving the longest sentences in the UK. There are concerns that he has been the victim of a serious miscarriage of justice. See post ‘News Round Up – And Murder Most Foul’.

 

 

So stop squealing paedophiles’ friends, you’ve had a good innings. You’ve lied, you’ve cheated, you’ve plagiarised other people’s work, you smeared innocent people and fitted some of them up for criminal offences and you’ve ignored serious sexual offences and even the murders of witnesses. Furthermore I haven’t finished naming all of you yet.

 

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Dulce et Decorum est

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 CRASH! Another road accident kills another witness.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Lord Hague of Richmond
William Hague Foreign Secretary (2010).jpg

 

 

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

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

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

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

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

A few more local sinners past and present:

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

Cry, The Beloved Country

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

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

William Mars-Jones was a good friend of paedoph