Anthem For Doomed Youth

The first line of Wilfred Owen’s famous poem was of course:

‘What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?’

Shirley Williams was one of those who knew that in north Wales, young people were dying as cattle at the hands of a sex trafficking ring – at least she did by the time that she was Secretary of State for Education and Science under PM Jim Callaghan, 1976-79 – but like so many others, she ignored it. Shirl later got into bed with (so to speak) Dr Death, who was an accomplice of some of the Top Docs who were facilitating the crime in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’). Dr Death was Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09, Dafydd’s old alma mater, whilst that institution still employed a great many people who were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Shirl’s subsequent political bedfellow was David Steel, someone who was told what Cyril Smith was doing to boys in Rochdale, but who dismissed it as a matter of Cyril having merely ‘spanked a few bottoms’. I have recently discovered that one reason why the lid was kept on Cyril’s crimes when it was very nearly blown off in a very big way was that George Carman QC ensured that Smith’s activities were published nowhere else but in an alternative paper in Rochdale, because the trial of Jeremy Thorpe was approaching and the wagon would have come off the rails completely if Smith’s sex offending had become known to the wider public. One of George Carman’s pupils was a Tony Blair and a young barrister called Cherie Booth also worked in Carman’s chambers.

Jeremy Thorpe was the leader of the Liberal Party. After Jo Grimond was for a brief time caretaker leader when Thorpe stood down after even the Liberals realised that he had become too much, David Steel succeeded Thorpe as leader in 1976-88. It was Steel who memorably told the foot soldiers of the Liberal Party to ‘go home to your constituencies and prepare for government’ in 1981. A phrase which became the subject of as much pisstaking as Dr Death’s aspirations to ‘break the mould of politics’. Dr Death had been a member of Callaghan’s Cabinet along with Shirl.

Shirl has spent her entire life dining out on her mother being Vera Brittain, who wrote about her friends being wiped out whilst still young in WWI…

When Shirl refused Dafydd Wigley’s request to hold an inquiry into the mismanagement of UCNW (Bangor University) under paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans whilst she was Education Secretary, UCNW was facilitating the crimes of Dafydd et al. The most unfortunate of Dafydd’s victims were at that time dying as cattle in the slaughter house which was Risley Remand Centre. The cattle continued dying in spite of questions in the House regarding the number of deaths at Risley (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Politicians of all hues knew what was going on in north Wales and at Risley and concealed it. I have blogged extensively about how it was common knowledge in Parliament that Thatch’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison was one of those abusing kids in care in north Wales and that Thatcher herself was told this. It would seem that not only did Thatcher’s Gov’t  conceal and collude with the crimes of Dafydd et al, but that the Tories assisted in the growth of the sex trafficking gang.

 

Yesterday I received a number of e mails in response to my recent posts. I have been told that ‘probably around 1984’, Lucille Hughes was given paid leave by Gwynedd County Council to tour around Europe with Lady Olga Maitland no less and was away ‘for at least a month’. No explanation was given and the few people who dared to ask questions were told to keep their noses out. In 1983, Lady Olga Maitland established ‘Women and Families For Defence’, a campaigning group set up by the Tories because of their concerns in the face of the support which the Greenham Common protesters were receiving. It was a party political project, yet Olga Maitland was assisted by Ann Widdecombe, another high Tory but who had not yet been elected to the Commons, who was given secret funding and support from her employers, the University of London. Widdecombe was pals with the Anglesey Conservative Association, although she had turned down their offer to be their Tory candidate in favour of what she thought was a better deal from another constituency (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). Widdecombe was a high profile anti-abortion campaigner and it seemed to be this that was the reason for the love-in between her and the Anglesey Tories.

At the time that Lucille undertook her Grand European Tour with Olga, Gwynedd County Council was led by Plaid and the Chief Exec was Ioan Bowen Rees, an adviser to Dafydd Wigley, the Plaid MP for Caernarfon. Under Bowen Rees, Gwynedd County Council acquired the reputation of having built ‘fortress Gwynedd’, with the Council prioritising issues of language and nationality, accompanied by a degree of overtly anti-English rhetoric.

A recent e mail told me that local people were so reluctant to allow their children to be taken ‘into care’ by Gwynedd that an underground fostering system had grown up among extended families. This was something that I noticed when I was a student. I presumed that it was a consequence of particularly helpful relatives, although I was told about the appalling social workers who did not give a damn about those in their care and I heard a lot about ‘cruelty’ to kids in care.

By the time that Lucille was touring Europe with Lady Olga Maitland, there had been many formal complaints about the abuse of children in care in north Wales and Mary Wynch had begun legal action against Dafydd et al. It was in 1985 that Mary’s case came before Lord Donaldson, the Master of the Rolls. The Welsh Office had colluded with the abuse of children in north Wales and knew that Gwynedd Health Authority was in such serious debt and chaos that by 1989 the Welsh Office had sent a hit squad of management consultants in (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). In 1984, Brown and I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist to the University authorities and had received threats from Dr D.G.E. Wood, but I had not yet contacted MPs – but I did write to the GMC. It was in the first part of 1984 that the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland took over from Top Doc and long-standing paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans as Principal of UCNW (see posts ‘Feet In Chains’ and ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

The Secretary of State for Wales was Nicholas Edwards and his gofer was Wyn – later Lord Wyn – Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). It was in the summer of 1984 that the Octagon nightclub opened in Bangor, which immediately became a venue for the trafficking of the kids in care and the flogging of class A drugs on a scale previously unseen in the region (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which boys in care from north Wales were taken ‘for holidays’. Kids in care in north Wales were also taken to Amsterdam where they were sold for sex. Dafydd was holding ‘clinics’ in the south of France.

Ron Davies was elected as the Labour MP for Caerphilly in 1983. Ron had previously been an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority, the organisation that concealed the sex offences of John Owen against his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

Olga Maitland was subsequently elected as a Tory MP for Sutton and Cheam, but that wasn’t until 1992. When she was enjoying herself in Europe with Dafydd’s mistress, Olga was a journo for the ‘Sunday Express’, edited by the odious John Junor, who was a mate of George Carman QC, who knew what was happening in north Wales. Olga Maitland was married to barrister Robin Hay, who became a Crown Court Recorder.

No wonder no-one helped those of us in north Wales who were being threatened, harassed, fitted up for crimes – or who saw our friends murdered. Dafydd and Lucille were overtly assisted with developing their international people trafficking ring as long ago as the mid-80s by Thatcher’s Gov’t.

Anyone fancy telling us that ‘you didn’t know’ now? By 1984 I had told people – including Dr D.G.E. Wood – repeatedly that someone had threatened to murder Brown. I was ignored. That person subsequently tried to fracture Brown’s skull in the middle of Nottingham in broad daylight.

Anyone for law n order or getting tough on criminals? People died you fucking idiots, they died.

 

It was in 1984 that Brown and I started finding ourselves surrounded by some rather odd people who caused us a lot of bother. There were the two people whom Brown met when he replied to adverts in the ‘New Statesman’ offering work, just at the time when Wood et al knew that Brown was living with me on Anglesey and was scanning the adverts in the ‘New Statesman’ for part-time work opportunities. My post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’ discussed the insane and offensive Leslie Gore, a therapist living near Llangollen who worked as a part-time alcohol counsellor at the North Wales Hospital no less. Hot on the heels of Leslie Gore came Naomi Grunfeld, a teacher in the Orthodox Jewish school in north London, who had placed an advert in the ‘New Statesman’ claiming to be a post-graduate student with ‘writer’s block’ in need of extra tuition. It became clear that not only was Naomi nuts, but that she wanted Brown to actually do her MA for her. Brown noticed that Naomi seemed to have acquired her first degree as a result of someone else doing the work. Naomi was a student at Strawberry Hill College, Twickenham and the college seemed to know exactly what was going on.

Brown observed that Naomi’s advert should really have been in the lonely hearts column. The others in our house were greatly entertained by Naomi’s hot pursuit of Brown, particularly when four letters arrived in one day for him and when she started ringing the telephone box down the road asking the local teenagers who answered to go and find him. Brown escaped from Naomi by telling her that he was going abroad and was due to leave for Bristol airport. Naomi demanded a Bristol address, so Brown said ’10, Clifton Road’. Clifton was the area of Bristol where the Top Doctors hung out, so presumably one of Wood’s criminal colleagues received a few dozen crazy letters from Naomi. We didn’t realise that they were a load of sex traffickers at that time, so let’s hope Naomi gave them hell.

Then a few years later there was Diane Foxhills, who surpassed even Naomi, let herself into Brown’s house and was waiting in his bed for him.

MI5: all Brown wanted to do was to get on with his writing and avoid people who were trying to murder him. When he got so fed up of Diane that he actually told her to fuck off and get out of his face, he meant it. So that must have been why, a few years later, when he thought that the coast was clear, you sent Shar along. Who it transpired was not only mad but a member of the BNP, with a long-lost adult son who was in Combat 18. Then a few years after that, there was Emma, who precipitated what was probably a heart-attack in Brown. Not that it was ever diagnosed, because as you knew damn well, by then it was no longer safe for Brown or me to go near a Top Doctor, but Brown knows the symptoms of a heart-attack as well as the average stupid, negligent Top Doctor does. Then there was the vicious Denise Baker McLearns who moved in next to me at Llanllechid and spent the next few years harassing me and spreading vicious rumours about me. Then there was Donna Morgan, who moved into my place as a lodger, knew social workers from Conwy County Council, bounced a £500 rent cheque on me, stole everything of any value from my house, made an allegiance with Denise Baker McLearns and left me a letter telling me not to go to the police because she would tell them that I was a danger to children and Denise would ‘vouch for her’. I went to the police, who refused to tell me where Donna Morgan was living, on the grounds that she was under police protection after her ex-boyfriend had threatened her. That was the ex-boyfriend whom she had also threatened to set on me, a gangster from Llandudno, the mention of who’s name was supposed to have me shaking in my boots, but it didn’t because I didn’t know any gangsters from Llandudno. Although I do now, obviously. The gangsters in question were a family called Hogan.

As a treat, Donna Morgan made allegations about one of my neighbours, who had given her lifts and brought her son clothes and toys whilst Donna pleaded poverty. Years later I was told that she had made a false rape allegation against an innocent man who was only cleared after he’d been arrested and held in custody. But then Donna Morgan was shagging a number of officers in the North Wales Police, whom it would seem were, in return, happy to arrest targets of the paedophile gang at whom she pointed the finger.

 

Wouldn’t it have just been easier to have arrested Dafydd and Lucille and stopped the international people trafficking gang? The security services seem to have spent much time and money behaving like fuckwits and trying to get rid of Brown and me, but Dafydd and Lucille are still sitting in north Wales running CAIS. They’re probably surrounded by undercover officers ‘gathering intelligence’, but the one thing that no-one will do is put Dafydd and Lucille out of action…

We were targeted in 1984. Whatever MI5 were doing, they were definitely not stopping that trafficking gang.

 

Another reader of this blog has told me that David Bailey Hughes was the officer in charge at Y Gwyngyll, the children’s home in Llanfairpwll, when it was in meltdown and that the kids ‘were running wild, never going to school and being treated for genital lice’. It was the chaos at Y Gwyngyll which forced Bowen Rees to hold an ‘investigation’ – Bowen Rees called in his old mates from Dyfed County Council, where he had previously been County Secretary, to conduct the investigation… For info on the happenings at Y Gwyngyll and some of the people involved, see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’.

Despite allegations of sexual abuse against Bailey Hughes – some of which stemmed from his time as a care officer at Ty’r Felin – he was subsequently given responsibility for Gwynedd County Council’s new fostering and adoption service, which was set up after Alison Taylor’s dismissal at Cartref Bontnewydd. The dreadful Malcolm John, ‘senior tutor in social work’ at Bangor University, moonlighted for years as a ‘consultant’ for this ‘service’, without the knowledge of Bangor University, who did suspect that he had another job somewhere because he was so infrequently in the university (see post ‘Local Accessories’). There were many people at Bangor who were at their wits end with regard to Malcolm John, but they were being undermined by the toxic Lyn Meadows, the HR Director and paedophiles’ friend who now sits on the Betsi Board. I was told that one Professor who had tried to protect other staff from Malcolm John’s dreadful conduct was threatened with disciplinary action for ‘bullying’ from Meadows.

My correspondent informed me that the paedophiles’ friends setting up shop at Cartref Bontnewydd forced the closure of at least one fostering and adoption service in the area that had been running for decades.

I have been told that at least one girl of 14 in the care of Gwynedd County Council was given oral contraception without her step-mother’s knowledge, although this teenager did not have a boyfriend and had not shown much interest in acquiring one. My correspondent suggests that girls ‘were being prepared for action on the sly’. This was rather the impression that I formed as a result of my encounters with the Top Doctors. OK I wasn’t 14, but all any of them wanted to do was talk to me about sex and my ‘boyfriend’. I too was spontaneously offered advice on contraception. QUE??? I was a grown-up who was quite capable of deciding such matters for myself and at no time did I ever enter those consulting rooms seeking advice on sexual problems. Other mental health patients I spoke to had similar experiences. It was suggested to me the other day that perhaps the Top Docs had gained the wrong impression because I used to sport black nail varnish, coloured hair etc. For God’s sake, I was in my 20s and furthermore if I’d gone in there wearing a burkha I’d have been met with the same response. They were trafficking young people into prostitution – Dafydd et al even targeted boys of 11, did they ‘ask for it’?

My post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ mentioned that supply of nice young doctors who arrived in north Wales in the 1980s when Gwynne and Dafydd were becoming excruciatingly embarrassing. Those of us who had complained were then referred to the nice young doctors – who sadly were assisting the old gropers, but had better manners and concealed their activities more effectively. One such nice young doctor was Tony Francis, another was Dr Lyndon Miles.

Since mentioning Lyndon in my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, I have received an e mail from someone who raised concerns about Dafydd and the paedophiles who’s health was subsequently ruined by one Lyndon Miles, who had seemed such a nice man. I had similar experiences. After confronting Gwynne and Dafydd, I encountered years of Top Doctors – not just in north Wales – whom I did not complain about and who were charm itself to me. When I finally accessed my medical notes, I read what they had written to third parties about me without my knowledge and it was pure poison. Other patients who dared complain had the same experience. One man in north Wales who had as much crap as I did from the Top Doctors described them as a ‘cartel’. Which pretty much sums it up. This was an extensive network of corrupt professional people involved in serious organised crime who were assisted by corrupt police officers and members of the security services.

Here’s someone else who, at the beginning of his career, exploited his status as a Nice Young Doctor:

The Lord Owen
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Dr D.G.E. Wood really loved Dr Death. Wood said to me ‘Owen’s got guts’. I responded by telling Wood that nevertheless he didn’t have any seats.

Dr Death, a friend of people traffickers!

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In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I mentioned that Lyndon worked in the Student Health Centre at Bangor and knew exactly what Wood, Gwynne etc were doing, but colluded with them. There was another Nice Young Doctor who rolled up at the Student Health Centre in about 1984 as well, whom distressed students were urged to meet as an alternative to Gwynne the lobotomist – Dr Chris Tilsen. Dr Tilsen, like Dr Miles, didn’t cause the sort of disasters that Gwynne did, but Dr Tilsen knew what was happening…

I did know of one student house who’s inhabitants had a bad experience with Dr Tilsen. One of the boys in the house caught measles and his girlfriend rang the GP – Dr Tilsen. Tilsen initially refused to go out to see him, but because his girlfriend grovelled, a rather bad-tempered Tilsen subsequently arrived, took a look at the ailing student and said ‘he’s got measles, what’s the problem?’ When our friends told us about this, I mentioned that measles can cause deafness and Brown observed that it can occasionally result in death. Our friend didn’t die of measles, but this was the sort of response that local people received from the Top Doctors. They really were very often not that helpful. Furthermore they all knew that people were living in severe poverty, that the ‘services’ were rife with corruption and that the infrastructure of the whole region was being utilised by a sex trafficking gang.

I was told some years ago that Dr Tilsen’s wife Amanda was an Angel who worked at the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University and was very unpopular among her Angel colleagues. That doesn’t say anything about Amanda Tilsen, because nearly everyone in that School was previously employed by the corrupt regional NHS and they spent their whole lives in a state of civil war with each other.

‘We didn’t know.’

Yes you did.

There seemed to be a push in the mid-80s to conceal the damage being done by Dafydd and co. As well as all those Nice Young Doctors, the Student Health Centre employed Liz Stables as an Angel (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), who made friends with all those students who had complained – pumped them for info and reported back to the Top Docs, who then shafted us all. Liz was a friend of Dafydd. Liz replaced a crotchety old bat who was worthy of a prize in Viz magazine’s ‘insincere smiles’ feature, who had been employed as the Angel up there for eons, but I can’t remember her name. She was so unpleasant that I refused to have anything to do with her, so Liz was sent in my direction.

 

I mentioned in a previous post that witnesses who gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry, as well as those people who worked for the Inquiry, were granted immunity from prosecution, which I suspect is why those who ran the paedophile gang such as Lucille agreed to give evidence. None of the witnesses can now be prosecuted for abusing those kids. I have been told that the Attorney General – Sir Nicholas Lyell – did grant the immunity but excluded perjury and perverting the course of justice. Therefore, if Waterhouse and co had not constrained themselves, any number of people could have been referred for prosecution. One such person I am told would have been social worker Mari Roberts, who lied in her evidence to the Inquiry (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’).

The temporary immunity should not have stopped the North Wales Police investigating the evidence that emerged of abuse, of widespread conspiracy, of perverting the course of justice and of misconduct in public office. Documents in my possession also contain ample evidence of these matters.

 

I have received more info regarding Ceryl Wyn Davies, the serial child sex offender defended by Ronnie Waterhouse’s mate Emlyn Hooson QC – another one of David Steel’s colleagues – who was given a job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School at Blaenau Ffestiniog by Gwynedd County Council, despite his previous imprisonment for molesting children (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). I have been told that there were many complaints about Ceryl Wyn which were ignored and it is alleged that he had a family member on the Council who afforded him protection. My correspondent has promised me more information, so once I receive that I’ll blog further.

 

 

In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I mentioned that it was Cartrefle College in Wrexham – which later became NEWI and then Glyndwr University – who assessed the members of the paedophile gang as being suitable to qualify as social workers. I received information from someone who told me that standards at Cartrefle were appalling and that in the early 1980s at least, Cartrefle had a hotline to Lucille Hughes and Nefyn Dodd and were passing on inappropriate info about students to them, with a view to identifying potential whistleblowers. Cartfrefle qualifications were verified by the University of Salford. Salford University knew that there was serious abuse of children in care in north Wales, because one of their own students on placement reported it to them. He was withdrawn from the placement and his evidence was dismissed by Ronnie Waterhouse on the grounds that he’d only been on placement in north Wales for a matter of days so he didn’t have the full picture re the standards of care for children in north Wales.

Salford University still provides social work training and whilst I was working at Bangor University, I and two colleagues had the most extraordinary experience with their ‘Research Professor’ Stephen Shardlow. It was so weird that we wondered whether Shardlow had personal difficulties which had resulted in him not being able to function at work – I kept our e mail exchanges  – but one of my colleagues was later told by someone at Salford that a new ‘Research Professor’ had been appointed who did not know anything about research, who did no work and who had only been appointed to give credibility to a very troubled dept. It was a man called Stephen Shardlow. Shardlow had managed to get himself appointed as the editor of a major social work journal. I wonder how that happened.

Salford was established as a University in 1967. Between 1967-91, the Chancellor was Prince Philip. So he flew the flag for Salford throughout those happy years when the institution provided qualifications for a paedophile gang and continued to do so even after one of their own students blew the whistle. Princess Fergie followed Phil the Greek as Chancellor until 1995, when Sir Walter Bodmer, the man who was at the helm of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund in 1990 when the ICRF was involved in a major research fraud scandal which resulted in the (presumed) suicide of Prof Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’), succeeded her. In 2005 Sir Martin Harris was appointed Chancellor. Harris was in post when Stephen Shardlow was given a job that his colleagues maintained that he should never have been given… Martin Harris comes from Ruabon near Wrexham and has passed through many institutions run by the paedophiles’ friends.

 

What of the VCs of Salford, the people who had their hands on the tiller? Clifford Whitworth was the VC, 1967-74. Salford University was in full swing qualifying paedophiles at that time, but I can’t find any trace of him on the internet. So he must have been the fall guy. Whitworth’s successor Sir John Horlock was just as guilty however – he was in post 1974-81, when many more child abusers were given qualifications and when that hotline between Cartrefle and Lucille and Nefyn Dodd was established. It would be difficult for even someone as dedicated to the science of cover-up and denial as Ronnie Waterhouse to airbrush John Horlock out of history, because John Horlock was responsible for a considerable piece of HE history.

 

Sir John Horlock was a mechanical engineer who built his reputation by refining gas turbines in jet engines for use in military aircraft. He was raised in Edmonton, North London and attended The Latymer School, Edmonton. He went from there to St John’s College, Cambridge, where he gained his PhD in 1958.

Ronnie Waterhouse went to St John’s College, Cambridge and Ronnie was a man who certainly maxed out on the utilisation of alumni networks. Furthermore, the appalling Deb Everard, one of the biggest problems at St George’s Hospital Medical School in the late 1980s/early 90s, was a Tory Councillor in Edmonton. Everard knew about Oliver Brooke the paedophile Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s and she knew about much other wrongdoing as well – indeed she was responsible for some of it. Everard was considered untouchable although she was not in a senior role – one lame attempt to discipline her was thwarted by the MSF rep David Hole. Who was corrupt himself, loathed Everard anyway but was involved in the misconduct along with everyone else and thus was obliged to defend her. Meanwhile everyone dined out on the personal friendship that their Head of Dept, Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, maintained with Cilla, the nation’s auntie. It was a lorra lorra laffs, unless you were someone being targeted by this bunch who were concealing a paedophile gang. Everard also had an inexplicable friendship with Prof Ian Craft, the Top Doc who ran the private clinic where practices considered even too unacceptable for the rest of the sharks in the IVF world were routine, such as the implantation of eight or nine embryos in the full knowledge that five or six of them would be aborted at a later stage in the pregnancy. Why Ian Craft, an elitist very rich man, gave Deb Everard the time of day I do not know, but it will have involved questionable practices of some sort. If Everard was in reach of Sir John Horlock, I’m sure that she would have made use of him.

 

After graduation, Horlock worked for Rolls Royce at Derby, who sponsored him whilst he was doing his PhD, providing him with £30k worth of equipment at 1951 prices.

By the 1960s, there was a paedophile gang in the Derbyshire area with links to north Wales – the problems in Derbyshire were thought to have pre-dated the 1960s.

After he finished his PhD, Horlock stayed at Cambridge. He subsequently took a one year sabbatical at MIT and turned down a job offer from Rolls Royce in favour of the position in 1958 of Professor and Head of the Mechanical Engineering Department at the University of Liverpool. At Liverpool, Horlock oversaw a major expansion of the mechanical engineering building. Horlock’s Indie obituary tells us that he was ‘invited by Pergamon Press to edit a series of books in their Commonwealth Library and was subsequently invited to London to meet Pergamon’s proprieter, Robert Maxwell, which was ‘the beginning of a relationship which bore fruit later when he went to the OU’. I suspect that Horlock’s relationship with the Cap’n might have borne fruit before that, because Salford University has a Maxwell Building. Here it is:

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That the building was named after the Cap’n suggests that he probably paid for it, although I have not yet had a chance to inquire about this. Could this have been where some of the missing millions went? The Cap’n was the Labour MP for Buckingham, 1964-70, whilst Harold Wilson was PM.

The Cap’n went overboard in Nov 1991, whilst I was being forced out of my job at St George’s and whilst my friend who wanted to make a documentary about north Wales was being forced out of her job at the Royal Television Society. It was just after the Cap’n was found floating in the Atlantic that Tony Francis et al pulled out all of the stops (several times over the course of a few weeks) in an attempt to have me imprisoned, on the basis of statements that the MDU and their solicitors Hempsons knew constituted perjury which after the most florid allegations were demonstrated to be untrue, eventually resulted in a last ditch attempt to prosecute me for contempt (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’).

Headington Hall was the home of Robert Maxwell for the last 32 years of his life, which he rented from Oxford City Council. It is now part of Oxford Brookes University.
There was organised abuse of children – and associated abuses of psychiatry – in Oxfordshire, which was concealed by, among other people, Barbara Kahan – who was appointed as an adviser on children in care to Ted Heath’s Gov’t in 1970 – and her husband, Dr Vladimir Kahan. Babs remained as a Gov’t adviser until the 1980s, after which she continued to make herself useful by failing to notice that many of those with whom she was working on various child care and education/training projects were paedophiles and also by Chairing the Inquiry into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal and not reporting just how bad things were there (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).
Tom Burns, who worked at St George’s whilst the staff concealed organised child abuse and who admitted that he believed my allegations regarding what was happening in north Wales, later found himself a Chair at Oxford University. As did Mark Williams, who worked with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, whilst committing the research fraud which was Mindfulness (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Richard Tranter, who joined the merry gang at the Hergest Unit for a stint as a junior doctor and then returned as a senior doctor, trained at Oxford, as did his wife Siobhan, who in her capacity as a tutor of Angels in Bangor University failed to pass on concerns from students that patients were being abused.
The crimes of Cap’n Bob are worthy of a blog in themselves, so I’ll do a bit of digging and see what I can find that is most relevant. Obviously, as a starter,  there was Cap’n Bob’s purchase of ‘The Mirror’, which employed Alastair Campbell as a journo and some dodgy big hitters as in-house lawyers and used the services of George Carman QC…

Sir John Horlock returned to Cambridge as Professor of Engineering in 1967. In the early 1970s, Horlock ‘played a major role’ in the activities of the Science Research Council, Chairing the Mechanical Engineering Committee. Horlock witnessed the success of his physicist colleagues in bagging funds from the SRC, so he suggested to a colleague that they should apply for a major grant themselves. Before you could say ‘massive conflict of interest’, Horlock’s Dept received a grant of £300k from the SRC and used it to found, in 1973, the Whittle Laboratory, Horlock becoming its Director. 

In 1974 Horlock was appointed as VC of Salford University. There doesn’t seem to be much information available regarding Horclock’s time as VC of Salford, possibly because Cap’n Bob played a role in the ‘achievements’, so Salford have decided that it is best forgotten.

Much has been written about Horlock’s subsequent job as VC of the Open University, 1981-90. The OU cannot thank Horlock enough for his contribution, because many believed that he stopped Keith Joseph, who was Education Secretary, 1981-86, from closing the OU down. Not only did Horlock successfully defend the OU from Gov’t cuts, but he expanded the institution, enrolling the first postgrads and overseeing the foundation of, in 1983, the Open University Business School.

The OU was regarded by many as ‘Harold Wilson’s gimmick’ and for some people this alone was enough reason to close it down. In my post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ I describe how Harold Wilson gave the OU project to Nye Bevan’s widow Jennie Lee and it was Jennie Lee and Wilson’s friend and solicitor Lord Goodman who succeeded in getting it off the ground, partly by providing a huge underestimate regarding costs and not providing a more realistic figure until it was too late to scrap the development. Arnold Goodman was widely believed to be dishonest and he acted as the solicitor for Jeremy Thorpe immediately after Thorpe was charged with incitement and conspiracy to kill, before Sir David Napley took over. Jennie Lee know about the abuse of children in Staffordshire that was being concealed and she also knew that from the very inception of the NHS, Top Doctors assisted in concealing the abuse, neglect and sometimes deaths of the poorer and more vulnerable citizens. What with Nye Bevan having become a folk hero in the Labour Party because of him being the driving force behind the NHS, nearly everyone colluded with the myth that ‘poor people’ benefited from the NHS to a greater extent than the better off. They didn’t.

It was obviously fairly important that no-one pissed off Jennie Lee, who outlived her husband by many years. The OU had support from some unlikely people. Despite the hostility of many Tories towards it, Thatcher, when she was Education Secretary in the early 1970s, opposed her Cabinet colleagues to save it. Thatcher was subsequently a fan of John Horlock.

Horlock himself claimed that in the fight to save the OU in the mid-80s, he reminded many Tory MPs that the number of students enrolled with the OU in their constituencies exceeded their majorities. He mentioned that one of the strongest supporters of the OU was the MP Tam Dalyell, who became a good friend of Horlock’s. Tam Dalyell wrote many of the obituaries of his generation of MPs. I have been really impressed by Dalyell’s ability to repackage the characters and track-records of the most unpleasant of his colleagues, including some of those that have since been exposed as having done some truly dreadful things. There are a lot of clues in Dalyell’s biography that he was concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al. Keith Joseph was said to have given the OU a reprieve after receiving so many letters from people who had benefited from the OU. The OU also received considerable support from the HE Minister, William Waldegrave, who knew about the abuse of children and associated criminality in north Wales and elsewhere and who was Health Secretary, 1990-92, whilst all that trouble at St George’s and in north Wales was concealed.

The OU provides training for a lot of health and social care staff, including social workers. I’m not sure when the OU started training social workers, but it was churning out psychology graduates who later became clinical psychologists as long ago as the 1970s. The really great thing about the OU for local authorities who have a problem with the abuse of people in their care, is that if their trainee social workers do a degree with the OU rather than another university, that local authority does not have to deal with students who are whistleblowers, because the OU just provides theoretical input, it is entirely up to the local authority as to whether the students qualify or not. There is no other party to negotiate with. Some years ago a whole series of social work students at Bangor University reported very serious problems on placement with Anglesey County Council. Staff from Bangor University defended the students, only to be told by Anglesey County Council that if the ‘problems with the students’ continued, Anglesey would hire its own staff as trainee social workers and qualify them through the OU. The ‘problem students’ were all whistleblowers. The students didn’t know this, but the people who’s conduct caused them such distress were the dear old paedophiles’ friends.

Whilst researching for this blog, I noticed that Harold Wilson systematically tied off all routes for professionals who might raise concerns about the abuse of vulnerable people by the state by the creation of supposedly citizen-friendly structures. Tony Blair did a very similar thing – the ‘service user empowerment’, the ‘social inclusion’, even the Human Right Act, were all used to give abusive state structures more and more power over citizens who raised questions about the conduct of the state.

Harold Wilson’s widening of HE opportunities did benefit people, but it was particularly effective at producing a whole cadre of state educated and state employed professionals who  found themselves in a position in which it would be virtually impossible to blow the whistle on serious state-endorsed crime – such as organised child abuse within the NHS and social services – and continue their professional careers. This situation exists today – it’s why there is a former Cardiff cardiac surgeon working as a cabbie after blowing the whistle on patient safety issues. Even if someone says OK then I’ll work in the voluntary sector, or private sector or academia, they will be forced out, because the funding and/or inspection regimes of those sectors is the responsibility of the state and the people in those funding/inspection roles are there after years of colluding with abuse.

I’ve watched the workings and the effects of this rigged system for a long time, but I didn’t realise that the roots of it were in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t. The long tentacles extended into the world of the arts as well, but I will return to that in a future post. Meanwhile, I’ll just mention a few things that were highlighted in Horlock’s obituary.

Horlock was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society in 1976 and then served as its Vice-President and Treasurer during his retirement. Horlock ‘was an adviser to government and industry for 50 years. This included work with the National Grid, on the safety of nuclear installations and at the Aeronautical Research Council, as well as numerous other important contributions’.

Horlock was ‘knighted in 1996 for services to science, engineering and education’. It could be a complete coincidence, but 1996 was the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced and established.

So Horlock advised on the safety of nuclear installations – a controversial and sensitive area. It was also an area in which on a number of occasions at least, Gov’ts did not keep the public informed. Lord Brian Flowers was another person who was involved in matters nuclear – he was a member of the Atomic Energy Authority, 1971-81 – who concealed Dafydd and the paedophiles’ crimes as well as medical research fraud and much other wrongdoing in the University of London (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir Alec Merrison was another nuclear physicist who was called in by Gov’t with regard to the Top Docs and their crimes.  Merrison was Senior Physicist at CERN, 1957-60; Chair of Experimental Physics at Liverpool University, 1960-69; VC of Bristol University from 1969. Keith Joseph, when he was Health Secretary, appointed Merrison to Chair a Public Inquiry after thousands of Top Docs threatened a mass public strike after a dispute with the GMC (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Merrison also Chaired an Inquiry into NHS Reform.

I grew up virtually on the doorstep of Hinkley Point and because I was used to it being there and I knew so many people who worked there, I took it as a fact of life. I had heard, as a teenager, that various worrying things had gone on at Hinkley that the wider public were kept substantially in the dark about, but what was more well-known among the local teenagers was that some of the people at Hinkley Point were thieving on a grand scale – not just pilfering pens and stationery, but they were making off with just about anything, building materials, household necessities, there was even a trade in whole bathrooms that had been stolen from Hinkley. It was a trough as deep as the NHS. The security out there was either very lax or the people driving off with the goodies had dirt of a valuable kind on the senior managers. After I left Somerset, one of the biggest accidents in UK nuclear power history happened at Hinkley – tons of radioactive CO2 was accidentally released into the atmosphere. Not a word appeared in the Somerset media, although there was coverage in the ‘New Statesman’. Then there were the local leukaemia clusters that no-one ever got to the bottom of – they definitely existed, but people were strangely reluctant to undertake a rigorous analysis. Some far-fetched theories were put forward – such as that the workers who migrated into Somerset from elsewhere when Hinkley was first built introduced new viruses into the local population… It’s not as if the Hinkley workers were missionaries going into darkest Africa, it was only Somerset. It could theoretically have been an explanation, but, er, radiation-related causes might be a more obvious one.

The best Hinkley-related story occurred some years before the CO2 leak. When I was about 11, a local man caused a major outrage by breaking into the houses of three people in one night and violently raping the women in each house. He was caught and arrested but was not imprisoned because, as his mother freely admitted, his uncle was an influential man locally and ‘got him off’. The rapist didn’t get off completely – he was diagnosed with schizophrenia and sat in Tone Vale Hospital near Taunton for a few months. Tone Vale didn’t have anything like the reputation that the North Wales Hospital did, but it was a receptacle for people who’d overdone the cider, but also those who had alleged abuse on the part of people with spotless reputations. This man ‘made a full recovery’ and returned to live locally, much to the anger of some who alleged that women and children had been placed in danger as a result of this small town corruption. The rapist then got a job at Hinkley point. After a while, there were ructions. He had ‘gone mad’ again and was publicly hauled off to Tone Vale by the police. His schizophreniform symptoms of serially raping people had not popped up once more, but some new ones had. He had alleged that there were terrible things happening at Hinkley Point, that the safety of local people was at risk and that the trade unions and management were covering up very serious wrongdoing…. He spent longer in Tone Vale recovering from his Hinkley-related delusions than he did recovering from raping three women in one night.

No wonder people were cheerfully driving out of Hinkley Point in the possession of thousands of quids worth of goodies without being stopped.

So the OU was Harold Wilson’s and Jennie Lee’s ‘baby’, which received a bit of help from Lord Goodman to get it off the ground.

In 1967, Wilson’s Cabinet set up a Planning Committee in 1967, which kicked off the launch of the OU via its recommendations, which were accepted by the then Secretary of Education and Science, Ted Short aka Lord Glenamara. Ted Short trained as a teacher at Durham University – he later did a law degree at London University as well – and after WWII worked as a teacher and was the Newcastle-Upon-Tyne branch of the NUT. Short was elected as a Councillor on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne City Council in 1948. He was the Labour MP for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, 1951-76; Education Secretary, 1968-70, Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, 1972-76; Lord President of the Council, 1974-76 and also served as Chancellor of Northumbria University.

A paeophile gang operated in the north east with direct links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales for decades. Huge numbers of children from the north east were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and two key figures in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, relocated to Bryn Estyn from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead. The Lord President of the Council serves as the visitor for a number of universities, including the University of Wales.

Ted Short was given a peerage in 1977. Why was there such a problem with child abuse in north Wales and mismanagement at UCNW which Shirl refused to investigate? Look no further than Ted…

The Committee was Chaired by Sir Peter Venables, the VC of Aston University. Other members included Lord Goodman, who was at that time the Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Dr Eric Briault, the Deputy Education Officer of ILEA; Prof Roy Shaw, the Director of Adult Education at Keele University and Prof Hilde Himmelweit of the School of Social Psychology.

Can anyone see some paedophiles’ friends hidden in the picture? Lord Goodman for a start. ILEA was busy colluding with the export of kids in the care of London boroughs to north Wales where they were abused and trafficked back down to London. Keele University employed Peter Righton, a paedophile who was a social work academic who used his work to justify adults having sex with children – Keele has welcomed a number of other paedophiles’ friends over the years. Prof Hilde Himmelweit completed her PhD at the Institute of Psychiatry under the discredited H.J. Eyesenck (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’).

Sir Peter Venables was Principal of the College of Advanced Technology (which evolved into Aston), 1955–1966 and Aston University’s first Vice-Chancellor, 1966–1969. He was born in Birkenhead and attended Birkenhead secondary school and Liverpool University, where he obtained a degree in chemistry, an education diploma and a PhD. He served as the Open University’s first Pro-Chancellor and Chairman of the Council. Peter Venables is yet another person who seems to have largely disappeared from the internet. I wonder why that might be.

Venables will have known about the corruption linked to Dafydd et al in Liverpool University and he will also have known about the equally serious corruption in Birmingham University, the City Council and the West Midlands Police. Kids in care in Birmingham were sent to children’s homes in Wales and the Medical School in Birmingham contained Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass.

There was also a heavy presence from Sussex University on the Planning Committee – Asa Briggs, the then VC of Sussex; Lord Fulton, the former VC of Sussex; and Norman McKenzie, the Director of the Centre for Educational Technology at Sussex University. So someone in Harold Wilson’s Cabinet was desperate to have Sussex University wielding influence over the OU Planning Committee.

Lord John Fulton was a friend of Harold Wilson. I have blogged about John Fulton previously, but he’s worth resurrecting here, particularly as I have a suspicion that he might disappear from the internet soon as well.

John Fulton’s father was Angus Fulton, Principal of University College, Dundee. Fulton was born in Dundee and went to school there, then went to St Andrew’s University, then onto Balliol College. Ted Heath went to Balliol, but was 14 years younger than Fulton. During WWII, Fulton served in the Mines Dept and the Ministry of Fuel and Power, which was when he became a colleague and friend of Harold Wilson.

Fulton was Principal of University College, Swansea, 1947-59 – the employer of Rhodri Morgan’s father as well as of Dafydd’s buddy Saunders Lewis. Then Fulton was VC of the University of Wales, 1952-54 and again between 1958-59. In 1959 Fulton was appointed Principal of University College Sussex, which became the University of Sussex in 1961. He remained there until 1967.

So Fulton left Sussex the year before John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community, where kids in care were abused and then trafficked to John Allen’s brothels – in Brighton, Sussex and in London. Within just a few years, business was booming and many more people with money to spare moved to north Wales and brought isolated buildings which they turned into children’s homes or residential schools, thus expanding the business of the sex trafficking gang which was now well-established in north Wales. The business was considerably assisted by the Children Act, 1975, which was passed as a result of Leo Abse cultivating the company of Jim Callaghan and his wife Audrey and persuading Callaghan to set up the Houghton Committee, of which Leo Abse was a leading light (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). The Houghton Committee ‘took advice’ from Dafydd’s friends and associates who were concealing the booming business in the trafficking of young people in north Wales and who recommended changes in the law…

Leo Abse was a good friend of George Thomas, who was molesting children. Harold Wilson appointed Thomas as Secretary of State for Wales in 1968 and at that time the responsibility for the NHS and social services in Wales was transferred to the Welsh Office. Abse himself has been the subject of historical child abuse investigations. Audrey Callaghan concealed child abuse in the London boroughs before she relocated to south Wales (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). George Thomas and Callaghan hated each other, but Thomas got on very well with Harold Wilson because Thomas was a real vote winner in south Wales, what with all that Methodist lay-preaching and chumminess with the Royal Family (see ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). And chumminess with Thatcher as well, but Thomas was forgiven that, it was just part of his natural charm.

Fulton went straight from the centre of a well-planned sex trafficking operation onto the Planning Committee for the OU.

Fulton was also: Chairman of the Universities Council for Adult Education and of the Council of the National Institute of Adult Education (1952-55); Chair of UCCA, 1961-64; Chair of the BBC and ITA Committees on Adult Education, 1962-65; Governor of the BBC, 1966-71; Vice-Chair of the BBC, 1966-67 and in 1968-71. Fulton was Chairman of the British Council, 1968-71 and in 1964, Wilson invited Fulton on the Committee of the Civil Service in 1964, which reported in 1968.

Fulton was involved in university policy making in Malta, Sierra Leone, Nigeria and Hong Kong. In 1962, Fulton Chaired the Committee which established the new Chinese University of Honk Kong. He was Chair of the Inter-University Council of HE Overseas, 1964-68.

Well if you’ve got an outstandingly helpful paedophiles’ friend, you might as well give him international responsibilities.

Lord Fulton died in 1986, at home, among friends – in Jimmy Savile Central, Yorkshire.

 

I haven’t yet found any clue as to what precipitated Wilson’s sudden resignation as PM in 1976, but I suspect that it will have had rather more to do with this lot than with Wilson being a KGB agent, or getting fed up of being PM or believing that he was developing Alzheimers. He was an unscrupulous old bugger who rigged the whole of the UK’s state infrastructure to facilitate and conceal child abuse because George Thomas pulled in the votes in south Wales and Leo Abse was a very effective henchman.

 

The man who succeeded Lord Fulton as VC of Sussex and was in post as John Allen’s brothels in Brighton filled up with kids from the north Wales children’s homes was Asa Briggs, who was VC, 1967-76. Asa had his feet well under the table at Sussex by then though – in 1966 he was appointed Professor of History at Sussex, while also serving as Dean of the School of Social Studies, 1961–65 and PVC, 1961–67.

Asa Briggs was an historian who was born in Keighley, Yorkshire – he was off to a flying start in terms of a career as a paedophiles’ friend then. He went to Keighley Boys Grammar School and then Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge. During WWII he served with the Intelligence Corps and at Bletchley Park. Whilst at Cambridge, Briggs had been a friend of Howard Smith, who became DG of MI5 in 1979. Between 1955-61, Briggs was Professor of Modern History at Leeds University and then moved to Sussex. Between 1976-91, Briggs was Provost of Worcester College, Oxford. He was Chancellor of the OU, 1978-94.

Briggs held a visiting appointment at the Gannett Center for Media Studies at Columbia University in the late 1980s and again at the renamed Freedom Forum Media Studies Center at Columbia in 1995–96. Callaghan gave him a peerage in 1976.

Between 1961-95, Briggs wrote a five-volume text on the history of broadcasting in the UK from 1922-74 — essentially, the history of the BBC, who commissioned the work. Briggs’ other works included the corporate history of Marks & Spencer – the company which provided the loan for the paedophiles’ friends of the Royal College of Psychiatrists to acquire a grandiose building in Belgravia which nearly bankrupted them (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). In 1987, Briggs was invited to be President of the Bronte Society. He presided over the Society’s centenary celebrations in 1993 and continued as President until he retired from the position in 1996. He was also President of the William Morris Society from 1978-91 and President of the Victorian Society (UK) from 1986 until his death.

Briggs died at home in Lewes at the age of 94 on 15 March 2016. Presumably he slipped off peacefully, rather than dying as a result of someone chucking a firebomb into the building, like the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal who died in Brighton in 1992 did (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Asa Briggs had a terrible trauma whilst he was VC of Sussex. No he wasn’t arrested for being an accessory to serious organised crime, the trauma resulted from three Sussex students throwing red paint over a visiting US official, in a protest regarding the Vietnam War. Old Asa was so traumatised that decades later he banged on about these three students in a radio interview. Even better, after the old bastard was dead his daughter popped up on Radio 4 discussing the dreadful behaviour of the three Sussex students decades previously. She stated that Asa never got over it.

One of those students was from north Wales and when I heard about the red paint episode, I rather hoped that the man concerned would drench a few of those we know and love in north Wales with red paint. Sadly he never did, perhaps because he would have needed so many gallons of the stuff that he couldn’t lay his hands on enough of it. Before Briggs died, the wife of one of the students with whom Asa was so pissed off did not survive her encounter with the paedophiles’ friends of The Walton Centre at Liverpool. I didn’t know this when I was told about the red paint, but that student will have known about Dafydd and Gwynne and the paedophile gang. They never got the drenching in paint that they so richly deserved but they’ve got this blog instead. The child abusing murdering bastards.

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

Bottoms Up, We’ve All Become Millionaires!

Old Warwickians - 1940s-1960s School House Dinner

 

Readers might remember me mentioning in previous posts that in the mid-1980s, Thatcher’s henchman at the UGC, Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, wanted to close down Bangor University, but he was reminded by UCNW that the place was full of people who were either assisting in supplying youngsters to the Westminster Paedophile Ring, or knew who was. Swinnerton-Dyer changed him mind quickly. Swinnerton-Dyer also went for Aston University, but the Thatcherite VC Sir Freddie Crawford did her bidding by closing down the Psychology Dept and transforming it into a Business School, where the paedophiles’ friends went to do business management qualifications for their future roles as public service managers (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Guess where else Swinnerton-Dyer aimed his axe? Salford. Salford was hit very badly, they had a 40% cut in their funding. They did survive – the VC who saw them through it was the VC who took over in 1981, when Salford was busy giving respectability to Cartrefle College which was run for the benefit of the paedophile gang of north Wales. I shall be blogging about that VC in a future post.

So Swinnerton-Dyer went after the three universities who were doing the most to facilitate Dafydd and the paedophiles – but he backed down and they survived…

 

There will be more background on other associates of Harold Wilson in future posts. Whilst digging around, I discovered a bit of info on Wilson’s mate Barbara Castle that I hadn’t known before. Barbara was the ‘fiery red-head’ (her hair was dyed) whom aspiring female Labour politicians all feel obliged to say that they admire or even consider as their ‘role model’. The Strong Woman Who Didn’t Take Any Crap, the Real Socialist etc. Barbara shagged her way around the Labour Party during the middle years of the 20th century, which is what people meant when they made reference to her ‘fiery red-hair’ and ‘passion’. I don’t mind that Barbara shagged her way around, but Barbara also concealed the abuse of kids and vulnerable people by the health and welfare services whilst boasting of her commitment to equality and women. What I didn’t realise was that Barbara and her husband were very keen to have children but experienced fertility problems. I watched an old clip of Barbara talking about the fertility treatment that she tried and she was stressing that it was, in her view, appalling and bizarre, involving her having injections of hormones extracted from mares’ urine. People are often very surprised at what is at the root of the Top Docs miracle cures. Not that it was a miracle cure, Barbara had enough and gave up. I know one thing though. Barbara, the True Socialist, who Hated Private Medicine and pissed off the Top Docs by Taking a Stand on private beds, would not have been able to get that treatment at that time on the NHS.

So which expensive Harley Street Top Doc treated Red Barbara then? I think we should be told.

 

One of many who told me how much she admired Barbara Castle and how sad it was that all those men stopped her becoming PM was Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the occupational health physician at St George’s Hospital Medical School – who now runs a substantial private practice, as does her Top Doc husband. Mitchell-Heggs was one of those who was instrumental in forcing me out of my job at St George’s. After I obtained copies of my records, along with the full written admissions that Nicky and co knew that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and they believed that Tony Francis was as well, Nicky had written and CC’d a letter about me in which she stated that now that I had left my job, she would ‘be taking a back seat’. Which was interesting, because I thought that Nicky was a bourgeois idiot and I only saw her on about two occasions. So what sort of front seat was she taking before I left my job then?

So Nicky, who was it from St George’s who traced some relatives of mine that I had not given anyone any details of, impersonated Brown and told them that I’d tried to kill myself? Which was not only extraordinary but was untrue. Who ever did it was obviously quite skilled, because the people whom they spoke to knew Brown and sincerely believed that it was him. I know who can do things like that – the security services can. They can record, splice, etc. It certainly wasn’t Keith Harris and Orville. I know that Nicky knows something about it because there was a reference to it in the letter that she CC’d to everyone.

The problem with the coroners’ verdicts on so many of the victims of Dafydd et al who were found dead in north Wales was that some of those deaths were murders, but they were recorded as suicides because they were of mental health patients who were known to be distressed. Er – Springfield patient loses her job at St George’s, appears in court on serious charges on the basis of statements provided by Top Docs in north Wales, her friend rings up her relatives and tells them that she’s tried to kill herself. Was the scene being set for my dead body to be found Nicky?

Nicky Mitchell-Heggs originally trained as a psychiatrist. She became the occ health physician at St George’s allegedly because of ‘male prejudice’ towards her. Mitchell-Heggs was the occ physician in an institution in which a great many staff were facilitating a pan-European paedophile ring and a Professor of Paediatrics had been imprisoned for his part in it. I don’t know why Mitchell-Heggs was in that job, but it won’t have been anything to do with sexism at work.

Michell-Heggs seemed to have a great deal of money for a working mother in an NHS job…

 

I heard earlier that the Home Secretary Sajid Javid has announced that the UK is to employ 2000 more security services agents. Tell you what Sajid, why not hire 2000 patients of Dafydd’s with a sense of humour, give them a bit of loose change and a phone box and get them to do what they did 20 yrs ago, when they rang him up and took the piss out of him. They presented more of a challenge to him and found out more about his crimes and who assisted them than the police force did and the security services were helping him anyway. Theresa should have popped around to my place when I worked at St George’s because I could have filled her in – she was a Councillor just down the road from St George’s…

 

There will be more posts soon naming more of the guilty…

 

Today We Have Naming Of Parts

My post ‘Include Me Out’ detailed some facts and figures relating to the inmates of Risley Remand Centre from 1968 onward and other related information which I suggest made it so obvious that so many victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were ending up there via unlawful processes that it was a nonsense for people to have claimed that they ‘didn’t know’ that a major sex trafficking ring was operating in north Wales through the mental health services and the children’s homes. I named some of the politicians, lawyers, Prison Service staff and others who must have known what was happening.

In this post I will provide details of a few on the ground in north Wales who not only knew but played key roles in the supply chain.

My post ‘That’s Entertainment’ described how in the 1980s, victims of Dafydd et al were given summer jobs at Penrhyn Castle, under the supervision of Wing Commander I.H. Panton. Wing Commander Panton was remembered fondly by Dafydd’s targets, but those dispossessed people had not clicked that that the Wing Commander knew what had happened to them but did nothing to help them. The Wing Commander regularly heard first hand accounts of beatings and suicides/murders in Risley Remand Centre, he knew that some of his employees had been abused sexually by those paid to care for them and that some of them in turn were behaving in a highly sexualised way themselves. The Wing Commander had a great deal of knowledge about Dafydd’s activities and the abuses at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Wing Commander Panton was so keen to help the victims of Dafydd and the paedophile gang that he employed them in casual low paid jobs every summer season. He joined in the work parties, he chatted to them and he knew exactly who remembered what and who was naming who.

Wing Commander Panton left north Wales years ago. He told his charges at Penrhyn Castle that he was moving to the west country to ‘write children’s books’, although a google search does not reveal that he either moved to the west country or wrote children’s books.

Penrhyn Castle was given to the National Trust in 1951, so it had been in their hands for decades by the time that Wing Commander Panton opened his arms to the victims of Dafydd et al.

I received an e mail from someone the other day telling me that Lucille Hughes was working for the National Trust at Penrhyn Castle. Lucille ‘retired’ from Gwynedd County Council immediately that the Waterhouse Report was published. Even Ronnie Waterhouse had to admit that Lucille, whilst she was Director of Gwynedd Social Services, knew that a paedophile gang was operating in the children’s homes that she was responsible for but she had not acted. My correspondent – like so many others – expressed astonishment that Lucille continues with her charity work at CAIS, with the CAB, with the Soroptomists and that her grubby fingers are also in the National Trust pie (or should that be PIE?) at Penrhyn Castle.

I know of another victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles who volunteered at Plas Newydd. Like those working at Penrhyn Castle – who in the 1980s weren’t volunteers but were employed on Thatcher’s ‘job creation’ schemes so were paid a benefit level wage – she was friendly and chatty and anyone spending any length of time with her could not have failed to notice that she was not being cared for in the way that the ‘services’ should have caring for her, even if they did not believe her stories of frankly abusive experiences (some at least of which I knew to be true).

The President of the National Trust is Prince Charles. One of the many people to whom Alison Taylor wrote in the 1980s regarding her concerns that there was widespread, serious abuse of children in care happening in north Wales was Prince Charles. I am told that ‘his office’ replied, stating that he really couldn’t get involved in this matter.

The Duke of Westminster, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor – Prince Charles’s friend and the father of the Princess of Wales’s goddaughter and also the father of one of Prince George’s godparents –  was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Sir Peter Morrison was the constituency MP. Morrison was abusing children in care in north Wales as well as at other locations. Morrison’s conduct was openly gossiped about by constituents and other politicians. Boys from Bryn Estyn were taken to Grosvenor’s estate for ‘work opportunities’ and would refuse to return there but didn’t explain why. Gerald Grosvenor was the lucky man who purchased the former St George’s Hospital building at Hyde Park Corner for £6ooo from the Tory Gov’t – the building was worth millions (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Staff at George’s Hospital Medical School were concealing the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales, as well as a linked paedophile gang in south London, of which their Professor of Paediatrics Oliver Brooke was a member. Staff at St George’s had personal links to Dafydd and Lucille.

As for Plas Newydd, that is the seat of the Marquesses of Anglesey and is also in the hands of the National Trust. The family have strong links to the Tory Party and the Anglesey Conservative Association. The Anglesey Conservative Association were very fond of Anne Widdecombe, begged her to be their Tory candidate and retained links with her although she jumped ship and tried her luck with another constituency. Before Doris Karloff became an MP, she worked as a senior administrator for the University of London. Doris was responsible for driving through the highly unpopular merger of Guy’s and Tommy’s. Despite being given such an onerous responsibility, Doris was allowed substantial time off work – whilst still being paid – and was given the use of a member of London University admin staff to help her campaign for election. London University also covertly supported Doris in her political project with Lady Olga Maitland, ‘Women and Families for Defence’ which the Tory Gov’t mounted in 1983 as a response to the growing support for CND. Details of all this can be read in my post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’.

The University of London not only used their resources to covertly support a Tory Party pressure group, but they were helping Doris achieve her political ambitions it would seem before Thatcher’s election victory in 1979. The VCs of London University who presided over all this were Lords Noel Annan and Randolph Quirk.

 

Noel Annan had a background in the security services – he had the distinction of joining Churchill in the bunker during WWII – and furthermore had been a member of the Cambridge Apostles when he was at university, along with Guy Burgess and Michael Straight, who were members of the Cambridge spy ring. Annan Chaired the Annan Committee – the Royal Commission on Broadcasting – which numbered a few other paedophiles’ friends as members. For more details on Noel Annan and the Annan Committee, see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’.

Randolph Quirk was a ‘supporter of the Labour Party’ – despite leading an institution which secretly allowed Anne Widdecombe to do Thatcher’s Gov’t a favour in mounting opposition to CND – who sat as a cross-bencher when he received a peerage. Quirk was a linguist who worked with David Crystal. David Crystal is a linguist who spent his career at UCL, but has an honorary Chair at Bangor University. Crystal grew up in Holyhead and Liverpool and now lives in Holyhead once more.

In the 1980s there was a problem in the Dept of Linguistics in UCNW (Bangor University). It went under the name of Professor Andrew Radford. Radford was appointed in 1980 and when I arrived at UCNW in 1981, a lot of people were already complaining bitterly about Radford. He was, essentially, a wally. Radford’s notions of getting down with the kids were rather patronising to students with a brain, but the more gullible students thought that he was great. He had disco lights and pictures of Debbie Harry in his office and joined students on pub crawls and crashed their parties. So far so lame. But Radford was also shagging students on a grand scale. Better than that, after a few years, other staff noticed a strong correlation between the linguistics students who were getting Firsts and the students who had shagged Radford. Neither was the correlation based on speculation – I know one now retired lecturer from Bangor who said that Radford was so ruthlessly exploitative that he boasted of his encounters and supplied details to his colleagues. Radford did eventually depart from UCNW – under a huge cloud – but not until 1989, when he returned to his old home of the University of Essex.

I knew a linguistics student who didn’t shag Radford, but who was very, very distressed by what he was doing. I don’t know whether he had tried it on with her, or whether she just found his activities too unsavoury to cope with, but towards the end of her first year she had a breakdown. She asked for help at the Student Health Centre and was referred to Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne told her that she had a personality disorder and that he ‘could do nothing for her’. Within two days she attempted suicide. She ended up in the North Wales Hospital. No, she didn’t get Dafydd – for once he was kept well out of the way because this young woman’s mum was a nurse from Shrewsbury who hit the roof when she found out what had gone on and made a formal complaint about Gwynne.

After the disaster with Gwynne, this student was referred to a nice young doctor who had just arrived in north Wales – Tony Francis. Francis did what he did in so many other cases – he did an excellent impersonation of a caring competent man, apologised to the student and her mum and assured them that Gwynne had been dealt with and that no other student would ever have this experience. Gwynne remained in the Student Health Centre and some eighteen months later I encountered him… As did at least two students who attempted suicide within days of meeting him.

When the student of Radford’s returned to UNCW, she told everyone that she would not return to the Linguistics Dept. Radford wrote to Tony Francis and told him that there was no reason why she should not continue on the linguistics course. The student’s mum told Francis that she was not going near Andrew Radford again. Francis was the hero of the hour – or so it seemed – and told the student and her mother that he had sorted it with the university authorities for the student to transfer to a joint honours in Italian and Latin. Which is what happened.

The young woman then found it very difficult to access services at the Student Health Centre. Dr D.G.E. Wood told a third party that she was ‘wet’ and Francis told a third party that she was ‘weak’. Francis’s assessment of the fragility of this student was interesting in the light of his decision a few weeks later to discharge her from his clinic with no aftercare, in the wake of her telling him and a number of other people that she was feeling suicidal.

I knew this student well and we remained in contact after graduation. She did graduate despite being refused healthcare and she then went to Manchester to do an MA. Her problems continued and she was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. She made a number of serious suicide attempts and after each one returned to the family home where she was cared for by her mum and her sisters, although she continued to live in Manchester.

I met up with her last in about 2000. She had recently made a suicide attempt so serious that it was very nearly successful. She had been prescribed huge quantities of anti-depressants which are lethal in overdose, after telling her Top Doctor that she felt suicidal. She took an overdose, was in a coma for three days and ended up with kidney damage. Her mum accompanied her to the psychiatrist after she recovered and expressed her concerns that if her daughter was prescribed the same toxic-in-overdose medication again, the next suicide attempt would work. The former UCNW student was prescribed the same medication again.

She was taking that medication when I met up with her. She told me that the mental health services in Manchester were terrible, that she was simply being given repeat prescriptions with appointments at lengthy intervals and that it was nearly impossible to see a Top Doctor anyway. She had recently been to Australia to visit her sister who had emigrated there and had been given a massive quantity of another ‘medication’ to ‘calm her down’ for the flight. She collapsed at an airport in the Far East whilst changing planes and other passengers assisted her. The Top Doctor had prescribed her a massive dose of haloperidol just before the flight, so it was entirely predictable that she would collapse on her way over to Australia.

That was the last time that I saw my former college mate. She committed suicide a few years ago.

I don’t think that she or her mum knew that the lethal bastards who were neglecting her so badly in Manchester were the former colleagues of Tony Francis, whom he had worked with immediately prior to his move to north Wales (see posts ‘A Stalker’s Network’ and ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). They had been ‘trained’ by Dafydd’s old mate Dr Bob Hobson and were facilitating and concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘The Mentor’).

So that was another witness to the clinical skills of Gwynne dealt with.

 

Professor David Crystal’s mate Randolph Quirk was succeeded as VC of London University by Lord Brian Flowers, who concealed as much – if not even more – crap than Annan and Quirk did. Flowers came from Swansea and was the man who presided over wrongdoing and crime at Imperial College before he was let loose on the University of London as a whole (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). There was an elderly academic who died a few years ago who was involved with Bangor University – particularly fundraising – who when he was younger had been a Professor and I think a senior manager at Imperial College. He seemed such a lovely old boy, but he was probably a paedophiles’ friend, the urge to toady to serious criminals just seems to be far too much for a lot of people to resist.

 

Professor David Crystal has advised on the original pronunciation of a number of Shakespeare productions, including ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. Which of course featured a character called Bottom. In his essay ‘Preposterous Pleasures: Queer Theories and A Midsummer Night’s Dream,’ Douglas E. Green explores possible interpretations of alternative sexuality that he finds within the text of the play, in juxtaposition to the proscribed social mores of the culture at the time the play was written. He writes that his essay ‘does not (seek to) rewrite A Midsummer Night’s Dream as a gay play but rather explores some of its ‘homoerotic significations’ … moments of ‘queer’ disruption and eruption in this Shakespearean comedy.’

Get your head around that Dafydd.

 ‘Titania adoring the Ass-headed Bottom’. Oil on canvas by Henry Fuseli, c. 1790.

 

David Crystal was influential in a campaign which resulted in the creation of the Ucheldre Centre at Holyhead. I don’t know who is on the governing body of the Ucheldre Centre – although I could have a good guess – but it describes itself as a ‘community arts venue’ (the premier one no less) in north Wales. In reality, the Ucheldre Centre is a magnet for the Mafia of Drips and provides a venue for things such as International Wimmin’s Day celebrations and Service Users Empowerment activities. It has hosted exhibitions of art work by Michael Mansfield’s mate Kyffin Williams and has won a Prince of Wales Award. The Ucheldre Centre was formerly a convent and I suspect that it saw rather more meaningful action when the Sisters occupied the building, because some of them did some quite exciting things, as a result of the convent belonging to a French Order with links to the southern hemisphere. As opposed to links with Jane Hutt or MIND.

 

To return to the National Trust, who employed so many of those victims of Dafydd and Gwynne who didn’t get as far as UCNW. Whilst Wing Commander Panton was keeping a lid on it all down at Penrhyn Castle, the DG of the NT was Sir Jack Boles.

Sir Jack Boles was DG of the NT, 1975-83. So it will have been Jack who established the arrangement for Dafydd’s victims to arrive en masse at Penrhyn Castle every summer. It will really have been Jack as well – he was a very hands-on (so to speak) DG, he visited the regions regularly and he was also responsible for a big PR offensive for the NT. It was while Sir Jack was DG that the NT acquired a number of very valuable properties, including Erddig, the country house near Wrexham.

Sir Jack’s father had been in the Royal Navy until the early 1940s when for some unspecified reason he ‘was allowed to retire’. Sir Jack’s dad was in the Royal Navy at the same time as Lord Mountbatten, Admiral Sir Alec Bingley and others who knew a lot about the organised abuse of children and other naughtiness in high places (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

Sir Jack served in the British Army, including in North Borneo and then joined the Colonial Service. He was the Secretary to the last British Governor of Malaysia, Sir William Goode. Sir Jack could not have done the jobs that he did throughout those years without working with the security services.

Sir Jack’s son is the Tory MP for Grantham and Stamford, Nick Boles. Before he became an MP, Nick Boles was a member of the disgrace that was Westminster City Council, which did many unlawful and gerrymandering things when Shirley Porter the Tesco heiress was leader. Shirley escaped justice for a very long time, but eventually she was fined a huge quantity of money. Instead of paying the fine, Shirley went to live in Israel and returned to the UK some years later when it seemed she felt confident that she wasn’t going to end up behind bars. Comments from a reader of this blog left in response to my post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ suggest that Shirley had information about the Westminster Paedophile Ring, which was how she got away with so much for so long.

In 2002 Nick Boles was the founder of the think tank Policy Exchange and remained its Director until 2007. Policy Exchange has provided a home for a number of paedophiles’ friends with a penchant for right wing politics (see post ‘Disgusting Of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’).

Nick Boles is gay.

Sir Jack’s second wife was Anne, daughter of the 12th Earl Waldegrave. The 12th Earl – Geoffrey Waldegrave – had strong links to the west country. He became a member of Somerset County Council in 1937 and later worked as a MAFF official with responsibilities in Somerset, Wiltshire and Gloucestershire. He was President of the Somerset Trust for Nature Conservation, 1964-80. It is likely that Geoffrey Waldegrave had links with some of those in Somerset who were involved with concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al as detailed in my post ‘Include Me Out’. He was a member of the BBC Advisory Council, 1963-66 and he was a Director of Lloyds Bank, 1964-76. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the paedophiles’ friend from north Wales who had numerous links to Dafydd and who’s son Thomas was sexually abusing boys in care in north Wales with the knowledge of the Social Services, police and magistrates but was never prosecuted and later died of an HIV related condition, was a Director of Lloyd’s Bank. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon was also a magistrate, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, President of UCNW, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, 1974-78, the most senior Freemason in north Wales and much more besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Anne’s brother was the Tory politician William Waldegrave – who was, among other things, Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92, under Thatcher and then Major. William was one of the Health Secretaries who colluded with the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

William and Anne’s sister Susan married Marmaduke Hussey, the man whom Thatcher ensured was installed as Chairman of the BBC, although when he was appointed he didn’t even know where the BBC HQ was located and he was a disaster for those glorious years when he was in post. One of my friends worked at the Commissioning Dept at the BBC whilst Hussey was Chairman and my friend was forced out because he refused to accept a bribe (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’). Susan Hussey is one of Prince William’s godparents.

The Chair of the Betsi Board Dr Peter Higson – who was a clinical psychologist at and then the manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh throughout the paedophile years and has spent his entire career concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al – is the brother of Dr Ruth Hussey, who was the Chief Medical Officer of Wales, April 2012 -16. Ruth Hussey’s previous includes being the Director of Public Health for Liverpool, a senior lecturer in public health at Liverpool University and from 2006, the Regional Director of Public Health at NHS North West, when she was seconded to the Public Health England Transition Team at the Dept of Health during the New Labour horrors.

I have no idea whether Ruth Hussey is an in-law of Susan and Marmaduke, but this corrupt incestuous shithouse is so big that it really wouldn’t surprise me if she was. I’m beginning to think that Brown and me are the only people who haven’t been tempted into this luxurious, ever-embracing public convenience which exists solely to protect Dafydd and a paedophile gang.

 

The Chairman of the NT whilst it made arrangements for the victims of serious crime to be herded into the sheep pen at Penrhyn Castle was Lord Patrick Gibson, who became Chairman of the NT, 1977-86. Gibson had been a council member of the NT since 1963 and continued to ‘take an interest in it’ after his retirement. There was trouble for the NT in 1983 when the MoD wanted to expand its operations on NT land and many NT members objected. An angry meeting resulted at which Gibson gave everyone a bollocking and their objections were subsequently ignored.

Lord Gibson served in the war – you’ve guessed it, he was in SOE and then worked in political intelligence with the Foreign Office. As with so many others who assisted Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many decades, Lord Gibson and Sir Jack Boles did some very impressive things during their time with the forces and risked life and limb to escape from dangerous unpleasant situations. It really is very sad to think that they thought that Dafydd, Lucille and a gang of paedophiles were worth their time and effort protecting. For God’s sake, one of those employed at Penrhyn Castle in the 1980s summers used to have gay sex with people in the clock tower – I can remember his name as well, but he might still be alive and in Bethesda, so I won’t publish it here, I don’t want to hear that he’s been found dead as nearly all witnesses now have.

Should anyone make the point that ‘oh but they were spies, they could have been undercover and gathering info.’ Yes, I’ve considered that. If they were, they have been gathering info on Dafydd et al since the early 1960s. Dafydd is still a free man Chairing CAIS. North Wales is wrecked, the statutory services don’t function and nearly all the witnesses to the north Wales paedophile gang are now dead. The Lords is choc full of those who knew what Dafydd et al were doing but who concealed it. Whatever those spies were doing, it benefited Dafydd and Lucille, not their victims. If they could fight Hitler and sat in the bunker alongside Churchill, why did they have so much trouble dealing with an insane old idiot who’s ham acting was so bad that no-one could have been fooled?

People who like to believe that there was no such thing as a Westminster Paedophile Ring and who harrumph and point to the fact that the ‘fantasies’ of nutters are only appearing online, never in the mainstream media, might like to ponder on who Lord Gibson was. He was married to a member of the family who owned Pearson plc, a newspaper and publishing business. Patrick Gibson was Chairman of the Pearson group, 1978-83. The Pearson Group included the Westminster Press group, which owned 46 provincial newspapers, including the Northern Echo and the Oxford Mail. From 1967 Gibson was also Chair of the book publication arm of Pearson, Pearson Longman, which included Penguin. Gibson began working as a journo with the Pearson group in the late 1940s and was soon an Editorial Director. He was on the Board of the ‘Financial Times’ and became its Chairman in 1975. He was also on the Board of ‘The Economist’.

Gibson was Chairman of the Arts Council of GB, 1972-77. He succeeded paedophiles’ friend – and Harold Wilson’s friend and solicitor – Lord Arnold Goodman as Chair of the Arts Council. He preceded paedophiles’ friend and Wilson’s Health Minister Kenneth Robinson as Chair (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Did Gibson find out about the Westminster Paedophile Gang and that was how he ended up Chairing the Arts Council and the NT? Or was he given those positions because he was a stooge who could be relied upon not to blow the gaffe when he found out that those organisations were full of people who had concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al?

Many of those who colluded with Dafydd and the gang occupied senior roles in organisations concerned with the arts and heritage. Again and again when I research them, they are involved with opera, with galleries, with theatre and with museums. The lucky few sit at the top of those organisations.

 

Previous posts, such as ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ and ‘Include Me Out’, have noted how many people at senior levels in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t covered up the organised abuse of vulnerable people, often under the guise of providing services for the less advantaged. Harold Wilson rivalled Tony Blair in that regard. I have been watching some old documentaries about Wilson’s administrations which speculate on why he resigned suddenly and unexpectedly. There is much discussion of old favourites, such as Marcia Williams aka Lady Falkender throwing hissy fits and allegations that Wilson was working for the KGB. No-one mentioned that his toadies were using the welfare state to run a paedophile ring which murdered witnesses, which was probably as much of a problem as his alleged chumminess with the KGB.

I’ll be blogging about a few more of those close to Harold who helped Dafydd et al very soon, there are some whom I have not yet mentioned.

 

One of the undergrads in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW, 1981-83, was a mature student called Gaye Kennaway. Her husband Ian was Director of the Regions for the National Trust. Gaye became a personal friend of many of the lecturers at UCNW and at the time I just thought that was because she was older than the rest of us, but now I’m sure that there was something more going on. Gaye was very friendly with Prof Greig-Smith, the ecologist who knew Prof Edred Henry Corner, the Cambridge botanist who was Douglas Hurd’s uncle. Hurd was Home Secretary, 1985-89, whilst the Home Office ignored the havoc and criminality in north Wales and at Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Security, Security’). Gaye ended up with a First and a number of lecturers openly remarked that she only received one because of the help that she had received from her pal Greig-Smith. Then Gaye was offered a PhD studentship with Chris Wood, who was married to the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the trafficking ring (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’ for more about Gaye and Ian Kennaway).

Gaye pushed the boat out to befriend the lecturers from the very beginning of the course, even the lecturers who were notoriously difficult and unfriendly. I was gobsmacked when in the first term I heard Gaye inviting Tony Jones to the opera. Tony Jones snapped that he didn’t have time to go to the opera. Gaye told him that he could stay over at her house and go straight into work the next day. Dr Tony Jones was the last person whom one would invite to the opera. He was an rather butch South African earth scientist who spent his time climbing or working with the Ogwen Mountain Rescue and who revelled in referring to ‘niggers’ in the presence of black students. He lived alone and had close relationships with some of the male undergrads which caused comment but never direct accusations. Tony Jones was mates with some of the North Wales Police and for a laugh one day he got them to arrest a student whom he had fallen out with. The student was wrongfully arrested and banged up in the cells in Bangor Police Station overnight and released without charge the next day. Tony Jones would not blend in at Glyndebourne.

So imagine my surprise when as investigations and inquiries into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began and the paedophiles’ friends launched their huge PR effort to remind everyone that Wales was a musical nation – Praise the Lord – and a literary nation and an arty nation and when Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, the son of Gwynedd County Council Chief Exec Ioan Bowen Rees, became an international rock star (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), Tony Jones popped up on ‘This Is Your Life’ with Michael Aspel (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’). Tony Jones! He’d never done ‘Saturday Night At The London Palladium’ or a Royal Variety Performance. He hadn’t even appeared with Bernard Manning on  ‘The Wheel Tappers and Shunters Social Club’ on tele. Tony Jones was a racist old geologist from Bangor and before that he was at Aberystwyth University. I’d like to know who was responsible for getting him onto prime time TV.

There are more than a few paedophiles’ friends with media links…

One person who would have been finished if the scale of the crime in north Wales had been admitted at that time would have been Lord K.O. Morgan, Principal of Aberystwyth University, the institution which was churning out crooked lawyers. Lord Ken was Mr Big in the Welsh Labour Party. He was married to the late Jane Morgan, a criminologist who grew up in Wrexham and later worked at Oxford. Jane did her PhD at Leicester University when scores of people there were concealing the activities of Frank Beck and Greville Janner. David and Richard Attenborough’s dad was Principal of what became Leicester University. See posts ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’ for details of those involved in the cover-up. But Jane was also mates with Prof Dick Hobbs, who is a good mate of Laurie Taylor. Laurie’s son Matthew was Blair’s adviser – Matthew was and might still be Chief Exec of the RSA. Full details re Lord Ken and Jane can be found in my post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

 

Shortly after I’d watched Gaye do her best to introduce Tony Jones to the world of La Scala, Gaye told me that she was ‘very fond’ of another one of the staff – Ralph Oxley. Ralph was married to Isobel Hargreaves, who worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. Isobel’s name later appeared on some of Prof Mark Williams’s Mindfulness publications, the enormous research fraud that Williams perpetrated whilst the mental health patients died at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’.)

Gaye knew how to choose her friends.

 

The Chairman of the National Trust, 2008-14, was Sir Simon Jenkins. Simon is best known for being the Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92. Before that he worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ – as did Top Doctor’s wife, Lord Snowdon’s mistress and one of the paedophiles’ greatest friends Marjorie Wallace (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). Jenkins has written for many other newspapers as well and currently writes for ‘The Guardian’. Sir Simon was on the Board of British Rail, 1979-90. Which was famously atrocious, even though Jimmy Savile kept reassuring us that ‘this is the age of the train’. Which is a bit odd, because Savile boasted about his Rolls Royce, which it was later revealed he used to tempt teenaged girls into who were then sexually assaulted and his caravan, which was parked in the grounds of Broadmoor and was the site of a number of rapes. Perhaps Savile was just doing his bit for British Rail to drum up business for Harold Wilson’s mate George Thomas, who was known to be sexually molesting boys on the trains between London and south Wales.

Sir Simon has a second home at Aberdyfi in north Wales and he pissed everyone off by writing an article maintaining that people do not have the right to live near their families or where they grew up. Aberdyfi is absolutely lovely and is one of those places in north Wales that is completely beyond the price range of most local people because it has become such a popular destination for people from England who want a second home.

Simon’s other home is – or was – in Piccadilly. There are allegations that Simon has a third home as well.

Simon has campaigned against the building of affordable housing. Simon’s predecessor at the NT Sir Jack Boles hit the roof when he discovered that there was a plan to build near his home in Devon. Simon’s other predecessor at the NT, Lord Patrick Gibson, used his estate in Sussex as his main home but also had a villa north of Venice.

Sir Simon knew Sir Robin Day, who was one of Ronald Waterhouse’s closest friends.

Sir Simon’s first wife was the American actress Gayle Hunnicutt. Films in which Gayle starred included: ‘The Wild Angels’ (1966); ‘The Legend Of Hell House’ (1973); ‘The Sell Out’ (1976); ‘Target’ (1985). Gayle’s appeared on TV in: ‘Thriller – K Is For Killing’ (1974); ‘Dylan’ (1978); ‘Strong Medicine’ (1986). Gayle also appeared in ‘Dallas’ (1989-91), which starred some of Joan Collins’s mates. Joan Collins was friends with Christopher Cazenove and his wife Angharad Rees. Angharad’s dad was the Welsh Top Doctor Prof Linford Rees, who spent many decades concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and his associates and who according to legend died peacefully in his chair after a paned and a Welsh cake. Linford also enjoyed showing people photos of his female patients whilst they were in the bath, but that was always taken as a sign that he was a high calibre wag (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Titania Adoring Sir Simon Jenkins:

The Ass-headed Bottom:
Simon Jenkins at Policy Fight Club.jpg

 

Sir Simon and his mates were at the top of the food chain. Let me introduce a few more of Dafydd’s henchmen.

It was the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor where children were severely abused and then trafficked for sex, including to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). The manager of Ty’r Felin was Nefyn Dodd – he was assisted in the abuse of the kids by his wife June Dodd and his Deputy, Mari Roberts. I have detailed Dodd’s activities in previous posts. Dodd used to boast that he was a friend of Dafydd – Dodd presumably thought that an association with Dafydd was worth boasting about. The Waterhouse Inquiry was told by ex-residents of the brutality and repeated assaults on children by Nefyn and June Dodd, as well as by Mari Roberts. Ronnie dismissed the allegations and constantly made excuses for these three thugs.

One of the bottom feeders at Ty’r Felin was Peter Gadd. Gadd was employed by Gwynedd County Council for years on a temporary contract, in much the same way that Martin Jones, in his capacity as CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, staffed Ysbyty Gwynedd substantially by using agency or bank nurses. Anyone who dared mention the neglect and abuse of patients found that they ‘didn’t get their hours’ any longer. Martin didn’t even have to worry about bullying them out of their jobs or dismissing them on trumped up charges.

Gadd was a member of the Ogwen Mountain Rescue team, as were other paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘No-One Is Innocent’) and frequently disappeared from work to go out with the Mountain Rescue Team.

There were many complaints against Gadd of bullying and assault on children and I am told that none of them were properly investigated. I have received an e mail stating that Gadd ‘provoked conflict between children so that he could wade in violently to restore order’. This was a favourite technique of the paedophiles’ friends in the mental health services as well. Patients would also be baited by staff until even the most even-tempered or mild-mannered of them raised their voice or stood up from their chair, at which point they’d be met with ‘restraint’ ie. an Angel landing on top of them needlessly, after which a few more Angels would pitch in. In the event of a complaint from the patient, a counter-allegation of assault on an Angel would be made and the patient would be hauled off down to the police station – even if they were sectioned – to be charged. Male patients were on occasions tasered by the police who were called into hospital. In the events of patients taking their complaints to Ministers, or other witnesses expressing concern, somehow a piece would appear in the local paper concerning the serious problem of Dangerous Psychiatric Patients and how many hundreds of assaults the Angels had sustained recently at their hands.

I witnessed Gadd-like conduct in the North Wales Hospital and I understood immediately what the game being played was, which some other patients didn’t. After I left Denbigh, on one occasion when I rang Bryn Golau Ward in an attempt to get some answers because none of my letters of complaint had received a response, an Angel answered and I could hear what was very clearly the baiting of a distressed patient in the background. The patient then started screaming in distress – I knew damn well what was going on and I challenged the Angel who had answered the phone. I heard them say something in Welsh – which I did not understand – to the patient and then they gave the phone to the patient who of course screamed at me down the phone. No doubt the paedophiles’ victim had been told that I was a Top Doctor or a police officer or something. The phone was then snatched away from the patient and slammed down on me. Had I been there in person, no doubt a situation would have been engineered in which I would have been thumped.

Bryn Golau Ward, 1987. Dr Peter Higson in a management position in the North Wales Hospital, the Welsh Office ignoring all complaints. That was what was going on at ground level.

In Nov 1987, Peter Gadd gave evidence at the disciplinary investigation held by Gwynedd County Council against the whistleblower Alison Taylor. Alison had been Gadd’s supervisor, but he hadn’t worked for her since 1984. Gadd gave absolutely damning evidence against Taylor, maintaining that it was Alison that was the problem, not Nefyn Dodd.

In 1987, Gwynedd County Council were planning to take over Cartref Bontnewydd, a by then disused children’s home that was previously run by the Methodist Church. Gadd was promised the post of officer-in-charge at Cartref Bontnewydd in return for giving evidence against Alison. Gadd did not know that someone in Gwynedd County Council – I don’t know who – had also promised the post to Mari Roberts. Mari was appointed and an angry Gadd later told people that he’d ‘lied for Dodd’, in order to have Alison sacked.

Mari Roberts never worked with Alison but she also gave evidence against her at the Gwynedd County Council disciplinary panel – in support of Dodd, maintaining that Alison should be dismissed. Alison was dismissed in Nov 1987.

Dodd’s wife Patricia worked as a supply teacher – I presume for Gwynedd Education Authority. I understand that she subsequently was employed as a care officer by Gwynedd, although Patricia doesn’t seem to have any social work qualification.

It has been suggested to me that this was either compensation for Gadd not being given the post at Cartref Bontnewydd, or that Gadd threatened to go public on the fact that he had lied at Alison’s disciplinary hearing.

There were numerous complaints against Mari Roberts as well as against Gadd and the Dodds. There were complaints before the North Wales Police investigation of 1991-93.

By Nov 1987 when Dodd was organising Alison’s dismissal, the CPS were still considering a number of serious complaints against Nefyn Dodd. The CPS did not respond until Jan 1988. By Nov 1987 I had made repeated complaints about the mental health services in north Wales about the most serious matters. Dafydd had told me that if I didn’t drop my complaints he’d have me arrested and detained in Risley Remand Centre and he did try and do this in the summer of 1987, after a junior doctor perjured himself (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). He had also told me that if I did drop my complaints, he would ensure that I would be given a place at Liverpool Medical School. He had contacted my solicitor and told him not to act for me and had tried to find out which patients I might name as witnesses to the wrongdoing. Brown had written to Gwynedd Health Authority stating that he had heard Dafydd trying to threaten and bribe me but received no response. The Welsh Office knew about all of these matters, as did Clwyd and Gwynedd Health Authorities and Gwynedd Social Services. As did the North Wales Police.

The DPP at that time was Sir Thomas Hetherington QC and then Sir Allan Green QC.

As a result of the North Wales Police investigation, 1991-93, over 100 complaints about Nefyn Dodd were referred to the CPS. There was no prosecution of Dodd. By the time that the investigation had finished, I had been prosecuted for ‘staring a social worker’ in Safeways in Bangor (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). The social worker was Jackie Brandt, who had illegally detained me in the psychiatric ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd, where I had the pleasure of Dafydd trying to discuss sex with me and then, after I challenged him, telling me to get out of north Wales and never come back or I’d be arrested (see post ‘Include Me Out’). Statements had been made about me by Tony Francis – without my knowledge – to Hempsons, the MDU solicitors, alleging that I had tried to strangle a Top Doctor, tried to throttle a Top Doctor and had attempted to stab a Top Doctor with ‘a dagger’. Both Hempsons and Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who worked for the Welsh Office, wrote to Francis and others admitting that there was no evidence for any of these allegations.

The 1991-93 police investigation also resulted in numerous complaints against Mari, but no prosecutions resulted.

The DPP throughout all this was Sir Allan Green QC and then Dame Barbara Mills QC.

 

At the Waterhouse Inquiry Mari Roberts was however highly critical of Nefyn Dodd and his regime. She didn’t mention her key role in Alison’s dismissal, neither did the Counsel for the Inquiry and neither did Ronnie Waterhouse. Mari Roberts is discussed in the Waterhouse Report because witnesses described Mari in rather damning terms. She was described as deeply unpleasant and indeed violent, as Nefyn Dodd’s ‘henchwoman’. Ronnie was told that Mari had slapped children across the face and around the head, that she had kicked them, dragged them by their hair, forced them to strip and taken away their clothes after they had run away following her previous assaults and that on one occasion she had tried to smother a boy. Waterhouse observed that Mari was a caring woman who was dealing with some very difficult young people. When she was asked to explain the accusation that she had tried to smother a boy, Mari explained to Ronnie that she was ‘just being playful’.

And when they say no they mean yes don’t they Dafydd?

Like so many paedophiles’ friends in north Wales who do not have secure or well-paid employment, Peter and Patricia Gadd certainly live well. The Gadd’s live at Llanllechid, at Cysgod-y-Coed. They live in quite a nice converted barn/farmhouse place, with a fleet of 4 wheel drive vehicles parked outside. Their house is not in the main part of the village, it’s down a lane. As the crow flies, they must live very near to where Ioan Bowen Rees lived in his Plas. Since Ioan died, Mrs Bowen Rees has moved into the square in Rachub, but still in one of the best houses in the village. The Gadd’s and the Bowen Rees’s must have just been across the fields from each other.

The Gadd’s and the Bowen Rees’s lived there when someone made repeated attempts to set fire to my house, which was just down the road from them. That would have been in the early 1990s.

Peter and Pat Gadd are no longer involved in child care, but they have a new source of revenue. They’re doing Air B&B! If you look them up on Air B&B, they don’t mention their previous careers in sex trafficking. There’s a little photo of them cuddled up together looking like a comfy middle-aged couple.

‘Will you be wanting a Welsh cake, bach? I’ve got some in the oven. Ooh, I’ve got some bara brith on as well, that’ll be ready tonight. The beatings and the buggery are extras. We do overnight trips to Dolphin Square as well if you’re interested.’

This is what you get if you look up Peter n Pat on Air B&B:

The Gadd Barn, Cysgod y Coed.

Llanllechid
Patricia
6 guests
2 bedrooms
6 beds
1 bath

1830s Barn converted into basic holiday accommodation. Can sleep 6+.
Fully fitted open plan kitchen with cooker. fridge and microwave. Lounge area with woodburner, TV, freeview box. Quiet rural area 2 miles from Bethesda. Well behaved pets welcome.

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The space

1830s Barn conversion with beams, stone walls and wood-burning stove. 1 kingsized and 2 single beds in one bedroom an 2 single beds in another Bedroom but room for a couple of mattresses if required. Fully fitted open plan kitchen with cooker, fridge/freezer and microwave. Bathroom with shower. Lounge with TV, Freeview and internet access.
Set in a secluded, rural area 6 miles from the city of Bangor and 2 miles from the small town of Bethesda where there are pubs, supermarkets, takeaways, and of course the famous Zipwire at Penrhyn Quarry

Guest access

Guests and their children have access to a small field with swings and a play area. The yard area is also suitable for BBQs and sitting in the evenings.
Arrangements can be made to use a washing machine if needed.

Interaction with guests

We live across the yard in another converted barn. We are there if you need any help or directions but we will not intrude.We have 3 very friendly chocolate labradors who love a fuss but that is up to you.

Other things to note

Our home is called Cysgod y Coed and the Barn is part of the basic budget accommodation with comfortable beds and fully equipped kitchen for self-catering.

 

If any readers fancy spending a night with the people traffickers, it’ll cost you £50.

 

Mari Roberts is now known as Mari Roberts-Jones. Mari was the creme de la creme in Ty’r Felin, she had a degree from UCNW (like Lucille Hughes). I think that Mari Roberts was probably taught at UCNW by the notorious Glyn Williams aka Glyn Patagonia. Like the former Bangor criminologist Prof Roy King, Glyn Patagonia had left UCNW by the time that I began post-doc work there, but he was still remembered as a vindictive bully. Glyn Patagonia went down in history at Bangor because the university brought a disciplinary case against him for systematically marking up Welsh language students and marking down English language students. He was represented by a very grand lawyer as well as by the AUT and he was cleared. When I first heard about this I thought well he probably wasn’t routinely doing it, it could have been one of those civil wars as a result of the strife which prevailed in the Dept at the time. I was later told by a number of people who are positive about the Welsh language, ‘no, he was guilty as charged, the marks were systematically fiddled’.

Like all good paedophiles’ friends, Glyn Williams was a greedy hypocrite and owned a second home in France.

Duw it’s hard. Pass the bara brith, put on Dafydd Iwan and we’ll have a sing song to keep up our spirits.

 

A lot of the paedophiles and their colleagues working in the children’s homes in north Wales did certificates in social work at Cartrefle College of Education (formerly Cartrefle  Training College) in Wrexham. Cartrefle became NEWI (North East Wales Institute) in 1975; in 1993 Cartrefle became an associate member of the University of Wales; in 2004 it became a full member of the University of Wales and in 2008 it became Glyndwr University.

In the early 80s Cartrefle College had a hotline to Nefyn Dodd and Lucille. The paedophiles’ friends at Cartrefle reported back to Dodd and Lucille on students, but not through any official channels. It was the usual MO of the paedophiles’ friends, gossip and rumour, targeting potential whistleblowers.

The MP for the constituency in which Ty’r Felin was located at the time was paedophiles’ friend and Welsh Office Minister Wyn – later Lord Wyn – Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Dafydd Wigley was told of concerns about events at Ty’r Felin, but as it wasn’t in his constituency, he passed the concerns on to Wyn (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Ty’r Felin wasn’t in Dafydd Wigley’s constituency but the HQ of Gwynedd County Council was just around the corner from his constituency office. I’m fairly sure that Dafydd Wigley lives – or lived – in Bontnewydd. In the same village as Cartref Bontnewydd, where Mari Roberts playfully suffocated children and dragged them around by their hair. Cartref Newydd was in Dafydd Wigley’s constituency. Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, was an adviser to Dafydd Wigley.

 

I am told that the standards at Cartrefle College were very, very poor. My post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University’ discusses the many paedophiles’ friends who have governed and staffed that very troubled institution. Many of them date back to its time as Cartrefle College. In 2001, whilst the institution was still NEWI, Prof Mike Scott was appointed Principal. It mystified a great many people. Not just because when Mike Scott had done his PhD many moons ago at the University of Wales he had been ordered to rewrite and resubmit and there were people in the region who could remember this happening, but because a great many people maintained that Mike Scott was a completely unsuitable person to have been given that job. Including Brown.

Mike Scott had previously been a PVC at De Montfort University in Leicester and he virtually destroyed the place. He was a key figure in a disastrous senior management team who screwed up so badly that the institution had to be raised from the ashes by the present VC, who seems to have done a very good job. After Scott left De Montfort smouldering on the pavement, everyone at DMU presumed that he’d never work again. Then he turned up at NEWI, presided over events as extraordinary as he presided over at DMU and bugger me, someone then agreed to call his house of dysfunction a University.

In view of the fact that Scott did his PhD at the University of Wales in the days when the paedophiles largely controlled the institution, I cannot help but wonder if Mike Scott played the same old north Wales game – I know what you all did and where the bodies are buried… Gissa job as VC.

Leicester was the location of a paedophile gang which was linked to Dafydd et al…

Mike Scott took up his appointment at DMU in 1989. He had previously worked at Sunderland Poly. There was a paedophile gang located in the Sunderland area with links to Dafydd et al…

Mike Scott stood down from Glyndwr University in 2015. He announced that he would be departing in 2014, after the Home Office withdrew Glyndwr’s right to sponsor international students following allegations of visa fraud. The University’s Chancellor Sir Jon Shortridge praised Mike Scott’s ‘outstanding achievements’ as VC. Sir Jon Shortridge is a former civil servant who joined the hub of corruption that was the Welsh Office in 1984 and rose to the very top (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’).

Since devolution, Higher Education has been the responsibility of the Welsh Gov’t. When Scott was appointed Principal of NEWI in 2001, Rhodri Morgan was FM, as he was in 2008 when Glyndwr was granted university status.

The University of Salford validated degrees from Cartrefle College. Cartrefle College evolved into NEWI, which offered social work training, as does Glyndwr University. The University of Salford knew that children in care were being abused in north Wales because the Waterhouse Report discusses a student on placement from the University of Salford who was so horrified by what he saw in north Wales that he reported it to the University. As a result he was withdrawn from his placement after a matter of days. This student followed all appropriate guidelines after he witnessed child abuse. Waterhouse dismissed his evidence because he’d only been on placement for a few days so he didn’t really know what the care of children in north Wales was like.

The authorities responsible for Cartrefle College were the Welsh Dept at the Ministry of Education and the Dept of Education and Science. It was in the early 1980s when my correspondent told me that they had witnessed appalling standards and when staff at Cartrefle College had a hotline to Lucille and Dodd. The Secretary of State for Education and Science, 1981-86, was Sir Keith Joseph – who’s adviser was Barbara Kahan, who colluded with organised child abuse throughout her career (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Barbara Kahan was one of the people to whom Alison Taylor wrote regarding her concerns about child abuse in north Wales. Alison did not receive a reply. Kahan, along with Allan Levy QC, conducted the Inquiry into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal in the 1980s and published the resultant Report in 1991. They underplayed the seriousness of the abuse and for how long people had ignored it. Brown and I wrote to Keith Joseph, when we were undergrads, about student finance. The old bastard probably had us targeted then. The Secretary of State for the DES, 1979-81, was Mark Carlisle, who in 1973 had reassured the Commons that he had no concerns about the stream of deaths and the overcrowding at Risley Remand Centre (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

Previous Secretaries of State for the DES who were responsible for Cartrefle as qualifications were handed out to sex offenders were: Shirley Williams (under PM Jim Callaghan) – Shirl was asked by Dafydd Wigley to hold an Inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW but she refused; Fred Mulley, under Wilson and Callaghan – Mullay was a barrister and like paedophiles’ friend Robert Bluglass, an Old Warwickian! (see ref ‘Enter Professor Bluglass CBE). The Warwick School website has a little quip about the Old Warwickians ‘growing old disgracefully’. Presumably they’ve heard about Bluglass facilitating an international sex trafficking ring. Someone ought to seize Compton Verney under the proceeds of crime legislation.

Cheers!

 

 

 

Before Fred, the Secretary of State for the DES was Reg Prentice, under PM Wilson. Prentice was a barrel of laughs, he left the Labour Party in 1977 and in 1979 was elected as a Tory MP. Thatcher made him Minister for the Disabled! Prentice died in 2001, but in the last few years before his death he was President of the Devizes Conservative Association. Sir Peter Morrison’s family seat was near Devizes and the locality had become completely corrupted as a result. No wonder Reg went and parked himself down there during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Prior to Reg, the Secretary of State for the DES was a Margaret Hilda Thatcher. She was so busy withdrawing the free school milk from primary school kids that she took her eye of a gang of paedophiles giving out certificates in social work to other members of the gang. Furthermore her critics were so busy yelling ‘Thatcher the Snatcher’ that they forgot to mention that Cartrefle was training sex traffickers.

It’s all a bit Julian Tudor Hart isn’t it (see post ‘The Human Stain’).

That takes us as far back as 1970. Cartrefle was dishing out the qualifications to the paedophiles’ friends even before then. It feels as if it’s been going on since the Pre-Cambrian era…

 

There was a children’s home in Llanfairpwll on Anglesey, called Y Gwyngyll, which was the focus of complaints such that in 1981 the Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees, was obliged to launch an investigation. Bowen Rees called in  ‘senior officers’ of Dyfed County Council who of course found nothing seriously amiss. Ioan Bowen Rees had been the County Secretary of Dyfed County Council before he became Chief Exec of Gwynedd. There was a paedophile ring in Dyfed at the time which had links to Dafydd et al.

 

An Orthodox priest – yes, north Wales has one – called Father Deiniol who lived in Blaenau Ffestiniog used to have boys from Y Gwyngyll staying over at his house for the weekend. I have been told that on one occasion, one boy returned from Father Deiniol’s place highly distressed with, for some inexplicable reason, his toenails painted purple. Alison Taylor stored up yet more trouble for herself when she raised concerns regarding the arrangement between Father Deiniol and the children from Y Gwyngyll. Her concerns were silenced. Nefyn Dodd, David Bailey (the officer-in-charge of Y Gwyngyll) and Gethin Evans all maintained that Father Deiniol was the best thing since sliced bread and that he was providing welcome opportunities for disadvantaged kids to have a weekend break.

I was always intrigued by Father Deiniol’s presence in north Wales. The first time that I saw him I was an undergrad and in a Chinese takeaway in Bangor. I was quite surprised when an Orthodox priest came in and ordered some food. I used to see him around Upper Bangor (the part of Bangor where the University arts depts are and the residential quarter where students and in those days many University staff used to live) in the company of a variety of people. Upper Bangor was host to a selection of characters in those days. There was a left-wing bookshop called the Information Centre which was the centre of CND activity; there was a whole food restaurant called Methusala’s; there was a load of Bahai people;  there was a house covered in activist stickers which housed a crowd of people – some of whom were involved with the domestic violence shelter – who had a little boy who used to always sport a ‘boys against sexism’ badge; there was a man who called himself Brother Dai who, when he heard that I lived on Anglesey, told me that Anglesey was ‘the island of free love’. Shortly after encountering Brother Dai, I saw an advert in an alternative newsletter inviting people to come along for a session of ‘European Rolfing’. I asked Brown if he knew what on earth European Rolfing was, but he’d never heard of such a practice either. I had the feeling that it might involve Brother Dai.

The people who owned Methusula’s were readily identifiable because they seemed to have a great deal of money by Bangor standards. They drove a Porsche, which was unique for alternative people hanging out in Upper Bangor. The restaurant was very small, the prices were reasonable and the customers were mostly students. A lot of businesses in Bangor or Menai Bridge in those days were obviously hobby shops, owned by people who didn’t make enough from their shop to live on but who had another source of income (often a spouse who worked in the university or as a Top Doctor) which subsidised the shop. Methusula’s struck me as being that sort of business, but the couple who owned it worked in there themselves every night and then drove home in the Porsche which was parked just down the road. They did chat to the students and customers, but their goodwill was a bit forced. They sold up and left Bangor in about 1983 and told me that they were buying a pub and restaurant in Devon. They were so frosty when I asked them what their future plans were – which was weird because I’d been a regular in Methusula’s for ages – that I wondered if they had had some sort of bad experience and that’s why they were going.

So Father Deiniol used to be seen around Bangor amongst this crowd. Father Deiniol used to turn up to freshers’ events at UCNW and he was still doing this when I left Bangor in 2012. I was manning a stall at the postgrad fair and who rolled up but Father Deiniol. I had no idea that he was a paedophiles’ friend and hosted the kids from Y Gwyngwyll, I only received information about this after I began this blog.

Father Deiniol has a heavy internet presence. He features on a Facebook page, ‘Past Times of Blaenau Ffestiniog’ and under the title ‘Father Deiniol, Respected Member of Blaenau Ffestiniog’ one can read about Father Deiniol’s ‘journey’. Father Deiniol certainly gets around, he’s travelled the world and although he speaks Welsh, English and Greek, it would appear that Father Deiniol originally came from Wrexham. The coverage of Father Deiniol’s adventures tell us that he became involved in the Orthodox Church when he was a teenager in Wrexham and subsequently founded the Wales Orthodox Mission in the mid-1980s. Father Deiniol is of the generation who were young men when that paedophile ring based in the children’s homes in Wrexham really began expanding their business.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation. Paedophile ring you say? Bechod, we’ve got harps and Elinor Bennett, we’ve got literature and Kate Roberts, we’ve got art and Kyffin and we’ve also got an Orthodox priest with a penchant for purple nail varnish on the toes of young boys…

In 2008, Father Deiniol – Tad Deiniol in Welsh – starred in a TV series, ‘Taith Tad Deiniol’. The series was narrated by Twm Morys who did so because he has ‘an interest in the Orthodox Church’. Twm is a media-friendly Bard who has featured on this blog recently (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Twm’s dad/mum is Jan Morris, who when she was James Morris, was a member of the 1953 Everest expedition – the team leader was Sir Charles Evans, the Top Doctor who was Principal of UCNW for all those years when the paedophiles’ friends ran the place. Twm and Jan are big fans of paedophiles’ friend and colleague Dr Chris Evans.

The TV series starring Father Deiniol was made by Peter Telfer of mid-Wales production company Pixel Foundry, who it is said ‘was a pupil of Father Deiniol’s at Ysgol Ardudwy’.

Pixel Foundry was dissolved in 2013 but used a number of addresses at Machynlleth as well as one at Abersytwyth Arts Centre. Peter Telfer was the Creative Director and a Suzanne Kemp was the Company Secretary. Peter Telfer used an address in Ceinws for a long time. Ceinws hit the media for all the wrong reasons in 2012, when five yr old April Jones from Machynlleth was murdered by Mark Bridger, who lived at Ceinws, having moved there from Birmingham.

One newspaper article stated that Father Deiniol was the Chaplain at Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities.

 

Another correspondent has told me that a teacher from Anglesey known to the kids as ‘Seagull’ who was ‘hated and feared’ by the children was also a regular at Y Gwyngwyll. I have not been given Seagull’s real name.

 

There was quite a bit of action at Blaenau Ffestiniog other than Father Deiniol and his Orthodox Church. Blaenau hosted Ceryl Wyn Davies, who I am told still lives there. Ceryl Wyn Davies was the Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School (a primary school near Blaenau) who in 1986, whilst Bowen Rees was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, was jailed for 18 months at Mold Crown Court after pleading guilty to three charges of indecent assault on girls under thirteen. Ceryl Wyn was 47 yrs old at the time of his imprisonment and had been Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School for seven years.

Had Ioan Bowen Rees operated on the same level as the rest of us, Ceryl Wyn’s conviction might have left him a little red-faced, but being Ioan it won’t have. Ceryl Wyn had previous. In 1964, after being convicted at Holyhead Magistrates Court for indecently assaulting schoolgirls whilst being employed as a teacher, Ceryl Wyn was sentenced to nine months in prison. Ioan Bowen Rees stated that Ceryl Wyn’s 1964 conviction had been spent and ‘had to be ignored’. It was true that Ceryl Wyn’s conviction had been spent, but with regard to spent convictions, potential employers are obliged to exercise judgement not ignore the conviction under all circumstances. If the spent conviction is relevant to the job for which the offender is applying, the potential employer is required to take the spent conviction into account. Ceryl Wyn was a child sex offender who had applied for a job as a Headmaster of a primary school.

This was in the days before CRB/DBS checks, so Ceryl Wyn would not have been obliged to mention his 1964 conviction on his application when he threw his hat in the ring for the job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School. However, Gwynedd Education Authority were well aware that there was Something About Ceryl Wyn when he became Head of Tanygrisiau. He was already in the employ of Gwynedd County Council as a teacher and was promoted to Headmaster of Tanygrisiau – shortly after he had appeared before Blaenau Ffestiniog Magistrates in 1978 for, er, indecently assaulting school children.

Ceryl Wyn was acquitted. He was defended by the best – Emlyn Hooson QC, the then Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire! Emlyn was a pretty big hitter to bring in for an appearance in Blaenau Ffestiniog Magistrates Court.

Emlyn Hooson was a close mate of Ronnie Waterhouse. Hooson had been part of the Liberal Party panel which investigated Jeremy Thorpe regarding Norman Scott’s allegations years before Jeremy stood trial for conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman. The inquiry had finished by Lord Frank Byers – Lisa Nandy’s grandfather – hurling insults at Norman and Norman giving up and leaving the room in despair (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

It was the year in which Hooson successfully defended Ceryl Wyn for indecent assault that Jeremy Thorpe was charged with conspiracy and incitement to murder Norman. The year after Ceryl Wyn was acquitted, so was Thorpe.

It must have been really great being a friend of Emlyn Hooson.

Glyn Davies, the Tory MP for Montgomeryshire recently appeared in the Welsh media complaining that the recent TV drama about Jeremy Thorpe cast Emlyn Hooson in a very negative light, which according to Davies, was unfair. Glyn Davies spent years sitting on Montgomery District Council alongside Hooson’s wife Shirley, who died very recently (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

After Ceryl’s second imprisonment – in 1986 – Ioan Bowen Rees maintained that the 1978 panel who promoted Ceryl Wyn to the post of Headmaster was ‘not negligent’ and  ‘did not show favouritism’. Bowen Rees made the point that after his 1964 conviction and prison sentence, Ceryl Wyn was reinstated as a teacher by the Dept of Education in 1970. That was when Thatch was Education Secretary and whilst Cartrefle College was busy distributing qualifications to members of a paedophile gang. A great many of whom ended up working for Ioan Bowen Rees. Bowen Rees himself partly blamed Thatch for that business of Ceryl finding himself working as a Headmaster – ‘with hindsight we can see that the Dept of Education and the local LEA put too much trust in the individual in question’.

The ‘local LEA’ will have been Gwynedd, under the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, David Alun Jones, Ioan’s predecessor. Ioan wasn’t the Chief Exec when Ceryl Wyn was given a job as Headmaster, but Ioan almost certainly knew Ceryl Wyn back in 1964, when Ceryl Wyn was first jailed for sex offences against children. Because Ioan grew up in north Wales and for years worked as a solicitor for the old Denbighshire County Council. Ioan – and his parents – were well-known locally and in 1955 Ioan stood as the Plaid candidate for Conwy.

Ceryl Wyn may have been only reinstated as a teacher in 1970 out of the kindness of Thatch’s heart, but the folk of Blaenau obviously had no worries regarding his conduct with young people very soon after he was released from prison following his 1964 conviction, because in 1968 Ceryl Wyn was a member of the Council which oversaw the Youth Eisteddfod in Blaenau Ffestiniog. I have been sent a nice photo of Ceryl Wyn, along with the other members of the Council – Maldwyn Parry, Gareth Jones, Elwyn Hughes, Morwen Davies, Pegi Lloyd Williams and Geraint Vaughan Jones.

Ceryl Wyn Davies grew up in Blaenau and trained as a teacher at Coleg Normal in Bangor. He has been a member of a number of local choirs, including Cor Meibion y Moelwyn, of which he was the leader. Ceryl Wyn has also been the Chair of Blaenau Ffestiniog Town Council. He is a keen Eistedfoddwr and is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards. I am told that he still preaches locally.

 

Anyone who knows Blaenau Ffestiniog will know that there is absolutely no way that people didn’t know about Ceryl Wyn’s 1964 conviction when he became Head of Tanygrisiau School in 1978. Most of the town will have been to school with Ceryl Wyn and a good few will have been at Coleg Normal with him, EVERYONE will have known.

I am not suggesting that Ceryl Wyn should have been cast into the outer darkness after his 1964 conviction. It says a lot for Blaenau that he wasn’t followed by a baying mob demanding his testicles on a platter. But they did know that a very close eye should have been kept on him where children were concerned. Many people will have been well aware of that and may have had great reservations about Ceryl Wyn turning up as the local primary school Headmaster. I suspect that it was the usual story – we don’t like it, we are very worried but we don’t feel that we can even raise concerns because his mates are bigger than we are and we live here and everyone knows where we live. Neither do we fancy being framed for crimes or being carted off to the North Wales Hospital by the Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker (see post ‘No-One Is Innocent’) on the grounds that we have some serious delusions about a child molesting Headmaster and his friends.

I really don’t have a problem with north Wales accepting Ceryl Wyn back into the fold after he had been to prison. What I have a problem with is the shit that was flung at Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch, me and many others, because we did not have the same mates as Ceryl Wyn, yet we had not serially molested children over decades.

It was in April 1986 when Ceryl Wyn Did It Again and was sent back to prison. Which was about about the time when the threats and aggro towards me from Dr D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis and other paedophiles’ friends began to escalate. I didn’t know, but at the time Tony Francis was sending furious letters to the BMA and the MDU stressing how dangerous and twisted I was on the basis of my allegations about Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne was almost dead by then, they all knew that he wasn’t long for this world, but I was mouthing off and Mary Wynch had put her case before the Master of the Rolls and that had been reported in the London-based broadsheets. I notice that Ceryl Wyn’s case received widespread publicity and was even reported in ‘The Times’. It was mentioned that Ceryl Wyn had indecently assaulted pupils as he marked their work…

Unlike Ceryl Wyn, I, along with others, were hounded out of jobs and nearly ended up in prison – indeed some people did go to prison – without having committed any offences at all. One of the barristers and judges who led the field in such prosecutions was the fat fool Huw Daniel. Who’s father, J.E. Daniel, was an inspector of schools in north Wales and worked at the Bala Theological College, along with the father of Dafydd Iwan – one time leader of Gwynedd County Council – and Alun Ffred, one time member of Gwynedd County Council and subsequently AM for Caernarfon and then Arfon.

Yma O Hyd! Indeed you are – and look at the bloody mess.

After Ceryl Wyn stood accused once more but was acquitted in 1978, Gwynedd County Council assembled a disciplinary panel which met twice to ‘review the position’. The panel decided that it was ‘unreasonable’ to ‘force the children who gave evidence during a lengthy court case to be questioned again’. There is a great deal of sense in that conclusion. I can only stand by and gawp as I witness the damage and distress inflicted upon victims of sexual assault as complete fuckwit after complete fuckwit demand that they ‘talk about it because it helps’. Does it? When was that demonstrated then? I’m not sure that there is much evidence pointing to that. There is however a great deal of evidence that suggests that sexual predators target people whom they think may have been victims of sexual assault previously. Anyone for Dafydd’s sex therapy?

The disciplinary panel would not have needed to have forced traumatised children to give evidence again. The children’s evidence had already been heard in open court. It was publicly available. What the panel should not have done was given Ceryl Wyn a job as a Headmaster shortly after the kids had given evidence, thus giving him unsupervised access to primary school children. Perhaps even the siblings and friends of the kids who had given the evidence…

I suspect that the kids of Blaenau Ffestiniog were fully aware of Ceryl Wyn, kids tend to be quite sharp with regard to adults who have a penchant to Fiddle About. It’s the adults who can’t cope if the Fiddler in question is a Headmaster to whom they are related or are friends with, or a Top Doctor who is good at getting the guilty out of Risley Remand Centre, putting the innocent in there or securing one’s relatives jobs as social workers or places at Liverpool Medical School.

But we didn’t know!

Jokes, cartoons, songs, nicknames…

We didn’t know.

Serious complaints followed by suicides and deaths, houses going up in flames…

 

A few other stars were and no doubt still are based in Blaenau, along with Father Deiniol and Ceryl Wyn.

In July 2010 Gwilym Euros Roberts was jailed for four and a half years after attacking his estranged wife Catrin with two knives. In April 2010 he broke into Catrin’s house in Blaenau – Roberts was also living in Blaenau but in a different house – armed himself with two knives from the kitchen, burst into a bedroom where Catrin was watching TV yelling ‘I’m going to kill you, fucking bitch’, pushed her onto the bed and tried to stab her in the head and neck. Catrin had been living in fear of Roberts and had dialled 999 when she heard someone breaking in, assuming that it was him. Catrin fought Roberts off, sustaining a broken nose and serious defence wounds to her hands and arms. Catrin stated that Roberts had attempted to murder her.

After Catrin fought back, Roberts ‘fled’ to the house of ‘a friend’ – media reports did not mention their name – and stated ‘I’ve lost it, I’ve tried to stab Catrin’. Roberts made a full admission to the police.

At the time that Gwilym Roberts knifed Catrin, he was on police bail following a brawl in March at the Oakeley Arms at Maentwrog – near to Blaenau – during which it was alleged that Roberts assaulted Catrin and another man, after he found them in a bedroom at the Oakeley Arms. Roberts’s bail conditions had stated that he was not to contact Catrin. Several complaints had been made to the police regarding Roberts breaching his bail conditions before he stabbed Catrin and a few days prior to attacking her, Roberts had been arrested on suspicion of criminal damage.

At the time of the attack on Catrin, much was made of broken-hearted Gwilym committing a crime of passion after the slapper Catrin was found with another man. There was no comment about why Catrin might have sought comfort in the arms of someone else. Catrin’s family simply released photos of a narrowly escaping death Catrin and starkly said ‘this is what he did to her’.

Gwilym Roberts was the Councillor for Diffwys and Maenofferen Ward in Blaenau on Gwynedd County Council. Roberts was a Councillor for Llais Gwynedd (Voice of Gwynedd), a breakaway group from Plaid. His conviction and imprisonment caused a by-election.

Roberts stood trial in July 2010. Some reports stated that it was at Mold Crown Court, but others said Caernarfon. He was charged with unlawfully and maliciously wounding or causing grievous bodily harm with intent, rather than attempted murder. Roberts was defended by barrister John Wyn Williams, who stressed that Roberts was ‘genuinely ashamed’ of his actions.

John Wyn Williams was based at Linenhall Chambers in Cheshire. Lord Alex Carlile was based at the same Chambers. John Wyn Williams is married to an Angel who works – or used to work – at the Ablett Unit, Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. One of her colleagues there was Dr Neil Davies, a mate of Dafydd’s. Neil Davies was the RMO for Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital when I and so many other people were unlawfully imprisoned there in 1986/87. Copies of medical records in my possession show that when one – brave – Angel – told Neil Davies that I had been unlawfully arrested and detained as a result of a ‘deal’ between Dafydd and a Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station and she was most unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’, Neil Davies told her that she wasn’t really involved, all she had to do was to refuse to let me go.

John Wyn Williams was one of the barristers from whom I sought a legal opinion regarding a possible negligence case against the NHS in about 2004-05. I had a conference with him and received a legal opinion that didn’t actually say ‘no hope on this one’, but somehow it all fizzled out without John Wyn Williams explaining why.

Recorder Winston Roddick QC presided over Gwilym Euros Roberts’s trial. Roddick is a longstanding paedophiles’ friend and was the former Counsel General for Wales when the Waterhouse Report was published (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). Roddick stated that Roberts had  ‘shown genuine remorse’ and of course was ‘ashamed’. Roddick commented that Roberts had ‘an outstanding record of public service. The sentence is the shortest time the law permits’.

The record for Roberts’s case mentions that his ‘good character’, ‘remorse’ and a ‘character reference/witness’ were taken into account re sentencing. I do not know who the character reference was.

‘Call Dr DA Jones, he’s needed in court…’

Gwilym’s good luck just went on and on. In March 2011, whilst Gwilym was serving the shortest sentence possible for wounding rather than a massive sentence for attempted murder following two assaults, criminal damage and repeatedly breaking bail conditions, it was reported that Gwilym had been ‘wrongly assessed’ as being a future risk to the general public and that the condition imposed upon him to be subject to a period of four years on extended licence following his release from prison was overturned. The decision was made in the London Court of Appeal by Mrs – now Dame – Kathryn Thirlwall.

Kathryn Thirlwall went to school at St Anthony’s Girls’ Catholic Academy in Sunderland, then to Bristol University, then to Newcastle Poly.

Readers will remember the paedophile gang which operated in the north east with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales, who were protected by politicians, civil servants, Top Docs etc. Readers might need reminding that Lord David Hunt, who spent so many years concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al, is a Bristol University alumnus. As is D.G.E. Wood.

I am told that the MDU are now using the lawyers DAC Beachcroft. A company led by Lord David Hunt.

Grace Dent, the journo who is relentlessly talked up by ‘Woman’s Hour’ and has her own Radio 4 series which involves Grace giving voyeuristic accounts of the troubles of the members of what Blair called the underclass whilst she talks in a hushed northern voice, praised Mrs Justice Thirlwall to the skies after her judgement in the Mick Philpott case, which involved the scrounger with dozens of kids who perished in a house fire whilst the family lived high on the hog on benefits. Grace was particularly impressed with Kathryn Thirlwall being in possession of ovaries and related this to Kathryn’s firm line on male violence towards women.

In that case Grace, perhaps you’d like to move to Blaenau Ffestiniog where you too will be able to reap the benefit of Kathryn Thirlwall’s Wimmin’s Wisdom. There’ll be a spare house for you, because I imagine that when Gwilym Roberts was released, Catrin and anyone who dared support her relocated to another planet. There would have been a spare house anyway, Blaenau is on its knees after years of fuckwittery and it didn’t even have a cashpoint until a few weeks ago after a campaign led by the local MP Liz Savile Roberts. There’s no work and not many buses to get to work if anyone is lucky enough to find a job, so the houses are among the cheapest in the UK. If you’re retired or have a private income you’ll be OK and the countryside around Blaenau is lovely. But unfortunately you’ve got Gwilym on your doorstep and he’s untouchable.

The high profile Wimmin’s Champs in Wales such as Jane Hutt and Val Feld remained totally silent in the wake of Catrin nearly being murdered. Jane Hutt was the driver behind the vomit-inducing plaque commemorating Val Feld which now shines from the wall of the Senedd. Jane was the founder of Welsh Wimmin’s Aid. Whilst I was under attack by the paedophiles’ friends, a Wimmin’s Aid worker lived right opposite my house. She stood next to me at the bus stop, she passed me in the street and on one occasion she was in Bangor Magistrates Court when the paedophiles’ friends were trying to fit me up yet again. It was about five years before she even spoke to me and that was after I had left the village. I doubt if she is wicked through and through, she was probably just terrified of the paedophiles’ friends, as many people are when you get to know them.

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Somebody has told me that years ago I and other young women were filmed a la Psycho without our knowledge and the footage flogged and circulated. I can only presume that the scene of the crime was at dear old Denbigh. It was suggested that I should be in the throes of some sort of #Me Too trauma. Well I’m not. It doesn’t surprise me in the least, everyone knew what was happening to us and no-one, no-one at all helped us. At least I am still alive. I am far more interested in sociology and history and writing this blog and naming the people who were involved in this foulness, many of whom are still popping up in the media or in Parliament to give us the benefit of their wisdom.  I heard wimmin’s wisdom on the radio the other day, but I only caught a bit of it. An American feminist who is busy in the UK yelled at the interviewer that the only way of stopping male sexual violence was by making prostitution illegal. Well that worked so well in north Wales didn’t it. By the way Ms Wimmin’s Wisdom, things were so bad in north Wales that Dafydd and co abducted boys and sold them across Europe. No-one gave a stuff but Jane and Val did bang on about being strong wimmin and chwarae teg at length.

 

Before Gwilym Roberts was banged up, he was a Director of Tourism Partnership Mid-Wales; Prime Cymru; Gwynfryn Cymuneddol Cyf; and Secretary of Tan y Maen Ltd.

I may have got this wrong, but I am fairly sure that Gwilym used to be a children’s/young person’s social worker with Gwynedd County Council, although all references to this have disappeared from the internet. After Catrin nearly left for the next world, I remember noting the unique combination of a broken heart, a passion for the community, a record of outstanding public service and a near brutal slaying that was to be found within Gwilym, because I remembered Gwilym from some years previously.

Gwilym had been a leading light in a group which was established in Wales in about 2000 called Cymuned, in response to the perceived crisis in rural Wales. The concerns were the dying of the Welsh language, closures of rural schools and other services, houses being beyond the price of many local people’s pockets and the lack of employment which paid well enough to actually enable one to support oneself. Some of my friends were involved in Cymuned and invited me along, so I went to some meetings. The English press were keen to portray Cymuned as a cottage-burning Nazi-style anti-English group – someone cheerily asked me why I was hanging out with the Welsh Nazis – but there were people in Cymuned who were definitely not of that ilk. I met some very genuine people who were nothing but welcoming to me and who were tearing their hair out over what was happening in rural Wales. But then the usual phenomenon emerged. The nutters and the in-fighting.

I knew one member of Cymuned who was forced out of her job at Coleg Menai as a teacher of Welsh to English speakers by a Plaid Councillor on the grounds that Cymuned might damage Plaid at the polls. This teacher was so enthusiastic that in her spare time she and a group of her friends had offered free Welsh lessons to anyone who was interested. Which is surely the sort of Welsh teacher that one needs. Then the Daily Mirror began launching attacks on Cymuned, particularly Llais Councillor Seimon Glyn. The Mirror had a go at Seimon Glyn because he had been making public speeches about the cost of housing in rural Gwynedd – which was a very real problem.

The Cymuned battles took place just before and just after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. The Mirror could have mentioned that Seimon was a young person’s social worker in Gwynedd and asked him how he managed to miss the presence of a vicious paedophile gang which was facilitated by his managers and his colleagues. But The Mirror didn’t. They got cross because Seimon spoke Welsh and was raising concerns about the dire state of the economy in north west Wales. Call me naive but I can’t see anything wrong with that.

I remember seeing Gwilym Roberts at Cymuned meetings. I didn’t know him but he wasn’t one of the welcoming ones. He reminded me rather of Martin Webster of the National Front in the mid-70s. Gwilym was articulating concerns that people had brought to him and was welcomed by some as a people’s champ, but there was a sort of aura of serious aggression which surrounded Gwilym. I thought perhaps that I was being a poncy Guardian reader and detecting something that wasn’t there, but years later some residents of Blaenau told me that Gwilym had upset and alienated some people in Cymuned by his hostility and aggression. Then some other people in Blaenau told me that Gwilym was not a nice man and had been doing some very unacceptable things for a long time but was well-protected by his mates.

Including the Court of Appeal in London it would seem.

Gwilym was mates with another Llais Councillor from Blaenau, Dafydd Williams, a man known locally as Black Dafydd, which always upset newly arrived English people because they immediately presumed it to be a racist insult. It wasn’t. Black Dafydd is Welsh, but grew up in the Methodist orphanage in Bontnewydd – he was the only black person around and he ended up being called Black Dafydd by his mates and people close to him.  He didn’t have a problem with it – I suspect that he did experience racism but his mate’s nickname for him wasn’t a manifestation of that. One thing that really did irritate him was being called a Taffy when he went to train as an Angel in the north of England.

Anyone for lecturing Welsh people on the evils of racism?

Black Dafydd worked as a mental health nurse in north Wales. He had also previously been a police officer, in Wales and elsewhere. I have never discussed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal with Black Dafydd, but he must have known what another Dafydd who was white was doing, he absolutely must have.

A paedophiles’ friend of the highest order lives in Blaenau – Hefin Davies, the lying crook and Freemason who was the Chairman of Gwynedd Health Authority and then the Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust. The Hefin who’s signature is on documents in my possession showing that after I continued to raise concerns regarding Dafydd Alun Jones, Hefin’s response was not to investigate but to consult a number of lawyers and ask them how I could be prosecuted.

Can you explain your response Hefin? Particularly as you had also received a letter from Brown – which was ignored and which your lapdog Ian Rickard claimed not to have received – telling you that he had heard Dafydd trying to bribe and threaten me into dropping my complaint against him?

I think that the whole lot of you should probably get down to Bangor pier and chuck yourselves off the end, I think that you’ve been rumbled.

The voice of Gwynedd??? The voice of a paedophile ring who supplied Thatcher’s friends with children for sex I think.

 

People who have followed this blog for a while might remember my references to the havoc in Blaenau some years ago when a war allegedly between ‘the Welsh’ and ‘the English’ took place, including in the local MIND drop in centre. A leading light in Blaenau MIND appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ alleging appalling anti-English feeling in Blaenau. Which is a bit weird, because Blaenau is a bit like Bethesda, it’s a former quarrying town where a lot of hippyish English people moved in ages ago, with a lot of mixing between the two groups. What there is in Blaenau, as with Bethesda, are paedophiles’ friends inflaming every situation possible. MIND is run by Dafydd and the paedophiles and has been for years.

Subsequent media coverage alleged that the aggro at MIND was not the result of anti-English feeling. According to the people who had been accused of racism, it was the result of a load of absolute bastards who had recently moved into Blaenau and colonised the MIND centre there. Further media coverage – and conversations that I had with people – revealed that Manchester City Council had purchased a whole lot of cheap houses in Blaenau and had literally dumped a group of problem tenants in them because Manchester didn’t want them any longer and it was these tenants who had been at the centre of the aggro. There was understandably outrage that Manchester had decided to give Wales the citizens that it didn’t want, but I did not ever hear any explanation as to how and why Manchester decided to use Blaenau as a dustbin. Someone sold Manchester City Council that job lot of houses and someone – indeed quite a lot of people – will have known that a penal colony of Mancunians was to be established in Blaenau.

Gwynedd County Councillors will have been among those who knew that this was going to happen. The North Wales Police will have known. The regional NHS will have known. The regional Social Services will have known.

Gwilym! Hefin! When did you find out that it was going to happen? Who flogged – and indeed advertised – that housing to Manchester City Council? Who INVITED them to dump their needy, expensive, rather difficult citizens into one of the most disadvantaged towns in Gwynedd? I think we should be told.

 

I mentioned that there was an English speaking contingent in Blaenau involved with radical causes. I used to hear about them years ago when I was a student at UCNW, but I didn’t know them. I later found out that some of them at least ended up living in the area because the presence of Bertrand Russell nearby made it a bit of a Mecca for people interested in radical causes. The Bertrand Russell who had so many friends and associates who knew, even back then, that there was organised abuse of vulnerable people in the region but that Top Docs and asylums could provide a helpful solution should anyone start making too much of a fuss (see posts ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’ and ‘No-One Is Innocent’).

The Hergest Unit patients who enjoyed themselves so much in the 1990s by ringing up Dafydd and pretending to be people as corrupt as him who had got themselves involved with ridiculous tangles as a result of their wrongdoing fell about laughing every time that Dafydd fell for the bait and would say ‘how can I help, how I help?’. Dafydd was always ready with a place in a nursing home for an awkward relative or a bed in a detox unit or an Army pension. Dafydd might be interested to know that on one occasion a distraught gentleman rang Dafydd’s ‘private secretary’ at his wit’s end because of his father-in-law, who had begun to develop dementia and repeatedly groped all the private nurses who had been employed to look after him. The problem was so bad that five nurses had walked out and word had got around and now no nurses would come to the house. Dafydd’s secretary was ever so sympathetic and said that perhaps a bed in one of Dafydd’s nursing homes was indeed the answer. The distraught gentleman asked of he should leave his details and his father-in-law’s name – it was of course ‘Dafydd Alun Jones’. The secretary screamed with laughter, sounded as though she had nearly fallen off her chair and then put the phone down.

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‘We didn’t know.’

You all knew and the reason why you all joined in the bellyaching about ‘dangerous patients’ was that the patients had begin to discover the extent of Dafydd’s criminality and were finding out who was helping him.

 

An e mail that I received some time ago suggested that in a region like north Wales, a major trafficking ring would have needed the collusion of the ‘police surgeons’ – which was the grandiose term for local GPs who would attend the police station if the police thought that it was necessary. The police surgeons were undoubtedly colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles. My post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocritic Oaf?’ detailed the conduct of a police surgeon, Dr K. Shah, who, after what must have been the only honest social worker in Gwynedd refused to section me just because Dafydd told her to do so, told Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station to unlawfully keep me in the cells whilst Shah rang around and found a social worker that would do what they were told. Shah was a GP in Menai Bridge who was in a GP practice with Dr P.W. White, another paedophiles’ friend. On another occasion on which Dafydd and the paedophiles had me arrested, another police surgeon turned up. As usual I was not given his name, no-one was ever given anyone’s names. He didn’t conduct himself like Shah, he was quite pleasant and good-humoured, but he certainly knew all about Dafydd’s less reputable activities because he sat there joking about them. He didn’t section me, but left the police station. Yet no-one let me go. Once more I was held illegally for hours ‘because Dr DA is coming to see you’. Dafydd turned up at about midnight, crashed through the doors and said to me ‘I think ewe should be in prisssson’. Why, he did not explain. I didn’t end up in prison, Dafydd’s Cunning Plan was foiled, although I was kept at the police station overnight and kicked out the next day. The police surgeon who had joked about Dafydd’s idiocy did not raise any concerns regarding what was happening.

Dr D.G.E. Wood was one of the police surgeons. So of course police surgeons were colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles, Wood was one of them.

My correspondent – who is a Top Doctor himself – made the point that much of the police surgeons’ work is related to the use of alcohol and drugs. Which hadn’t occurred to me. Corrupt Top Doctors working in that domain would certainly be able to cause havoc for patients in custody. Furthermore Dafydd was north Wales’s ‘substance abuse consultant’.

On one occasion, in Caernarfon Police Station in about 2003, a police surgeon was called – after the mental health services had once again had me arrested on the basis of the perjury of their own staff – who seemed incredibly nice. He talked to me at length, stated his opinion frankly that the Hergest Unit was so unsafe that patients should not be there. As he left he told me that he was so unhappy at ‘what has happened to you today’ that he would be leaving a log of his concerns on the police record. It was another three years or so before my lawyers extracted my records, but although I’ve found the paperwork and the police records relating to that occasion, there is no record of this GP having seen me. Whether he was yet another person who was frightened and just told me a lie or whether he did make a record and that it disappeared I don’t know.

The other service which was fully on board with the sex trafficking ring in north Wales was the Ambulance Service. I have mentioned before that the abducted always arrived at Denbigh under cover of darkness, in the middle of the night. Everyone ended up there after being unlawfully arrested, but they were never taken to Denbigh by the police, it was always by ambulance. Furthermore, although the abducted were usually arrested during daylight hours, for some reason an ambulance was never available until after about 10 pm. Well police cars would have  been noticed wouldn’t they. And as with Angels and Top Doctors who are vital cogs in a people trafficking gang, Ambulances can be wrapped up as part of a ‘caring’ NHS, rather than a punitive police response. It was of course Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit, who wrote that splendid letter and CC’d it to other managers and Top Docs, explaining that it was helpful that I had agreed to see Tony Francis because that would give Gwynedd Health Authority the appearance of taking a ‘caring’ attitude to me, which would stand them in good stead with the magistrates the ‘next time that we prosecute her’. I wasn’t facing any charges when Davies wrote that letter, but it wasn’t long before I was.

In north Wales I knew of a violent wife-beating ambulanceman who was abusive to one of his neighbours who was a Hergest patient and was also very abusive to his step-daughter who was a mental health patient. His long suffering second wife finally escaped from him and told me that she suspected that he might well have killed his first wife. His first wife ‘had a breakdown’, was taken to Denbigh and on the day that she was released was later found drowned on Denbigh moors. The ambulanceman had collected her – in his ambulance no less, not in the family car – and on the way home, she had ‘gone mad’, overpowered him, run away and must have drowned herself.

I knew of other people who became paramedics in north Wales who I certainly would not have wanted to be in the back of an ambulance with, but north Wales doesn’t seem to be alone where dangerous ambulancemen are concerned. In 1978 a 13 yr old newspaper boy in the West Midlands, Carl Bridgewater, was shot dead on an isolated farm. Four men were subsequently imprisoned for Carl’s murder, but it was admitted in the end that they had been framed by the notoriously corrupt West Midlands Serious Crime Squad and after many years languishing in prison they were released. Subsequent investigations suggested that Carl’s murderer was suspected to have been an ambulanceman who was allowed to do pretty much anything that he wanted when ‘on duty’ and who also had a supply of caring NHS colleagues who lied to the police and fabricated documentation when questioned (see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’).

At the time that Carl was killed, nearby in Staffordshire, there was serious child abuse. An Inquiry was subsequently held, Chaired by paedophiles’ friends Barbara Khan and Allen Levy QC, which admitted serious abuse but not as serious as it was. The most high-profile figure in the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal was a social worker called Tony Latham, who sounded remarkably like Gwynedd’s own Keith Fearns. Latham was a poorly qualified ‘team leader’, aggressive and intimidating to both clients and colleagues and the focus of complaints that were not investigated. Latham also ran a number of businesses which were completely unrelated to social work and were rather odd. As did Keith Fearns. Fearns ran a B&B which is not a weird thing to do, but Fearns hated the human race, it’s not as if he would want to entertain strangers, but most intriguingly, Fearns for years ran a fancy dress hire company. I never worked out what it was all about, but at the bottom of Fearns’s drive was a big sign advertising fancy dress hire. If anyone can think of any reason why a perjuring people trafficker would be hiring out fancy dress, please let me know. It was fancy dress, rather than disguises or plastic surgery to change Fearns’s appearance when he escaped to South America, he could hardly escape justice dressed up as Marie-Antoinette.

 

Recent comments left on this blog mentioned that Greville Janner seemed to have used Jewish networks to protect himself. Janner and Leo Abse both certainly did this, but I don’t think that it can therefore be concluded that there is a particular problem with child abuse in the Jewish community. Abusive people utilise whatever networks to which they have access in order to use as umbrellas. In north Wales, Dafydd and co used political parties, the National Eisteddfod, the International Eisteddfod, the various churches and chapels, the choirs, Welsh language groups, indeed just about everything. Then there were the charidees and wimmin’s groups who were concealing Dafydd and the paedophiles. English people tended to point at ‘Welsh’ things and scream, but sadly Dafydd et al had such a grip on the region that the whole of society had been corrupted.

The paedophiles’ friends in the Bangor area congregated at the Bangor Golf Club. There was a contingent of people in the area who made a point of playing at the Beaumaris Golf Club rather than Bangor and I did wonder if it might have been because they felt so uncomfortable at Bangor Golf Club. Or of course they might have had their own scam going over at Beaumaris. Bob Ingham, Keith Fearns’s henchman in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, could be found playing golf at Bangor Golf Club when he was supposed to be on duty, a number of members of the clique who hung around the NHS managers in Gwynedd also spent their leisure time at Bangor Golf Club, as did Elwyn Jones, the corrupt Bangor solicitor who was a paedophiles’ friend and who doubled up as Treasurer of Bangor University. Elwyn Jones was so enthusiastic about Bangor Golf Club that I would see him in Bangor Magistrates Court – he always gave the impression of being completely uninterested in his clients and not very competent either – and he would be doing nothing but telling the other solicitors and court officials how he was looking forward to getting onto the golf course after court. I would watch Elwyn Jones do the absolute bare minimum for his clients – even those in a state who were facing a possible prison sentence – and the minute that the case had finished, he’d shoot out of the door and head for the golf course.

I used to think that Elwyn Jones must have been the most boring old fart in Bangor, but I didn’t realise that Bangor Golf Club was one of the prime networking sites for the paedophiles’ friends. Which made a syndrome that I noticed in the mid-1990s very worrying. Golf became very popular among boys of about 10-12 yrs old in the Bangor area. Someone was vigorously promoting golf as a nice thing that dads could do with their sons if the boys were approaching adolescence. Obviously, the dads went to the golf club with their sons, but then as the boys got more confident on the course and became keener and keener and the poor old dads needed a rest, the boys were told that of course they could come and play golf by themselves. I used to chat to a boy at the Bethesda bus stop who would tell me all about it. I was a bit surprised that a boy of 11 or 12 would want to spend his time with Elwyn Jones and the farts of Bangor, but now I know what that golf club was being used for I find it horrifying.

 

So let’s name another in hiding who knew what Dafydd and the paedophile gang were up to.

Here’s a surprise for everyone – as it was for me when I realised: Dr Lyndon Miles, a GP in Bangor who arrived in Gwynedd in about 1983-84. Dr Miles was the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Board when it was led by Mary Burrows who was doing her best to challenge the paedophiles friends and the BMA in north Wales – or at least I think that she was. I knew damn well that the paedophiles’ friends were trying to sabotage the new Board and there were knives going into people’s backs all over the place. What I didn’t know at the time was that Edwina Hart, the Health Minister, who loathed the paedophiles’ friends herself, was of course deeply compromised because of her previous in the TUC – and as a member of the Swansea Mafia – where she had spent many years doing deals with the paedophiles’ friends to advance herself. She did exactly the same thing when she was appointed Health Minister, so she couldn’t actually get rid of them let alone arrest them, in spite of me having given her enough evidence to put some of them on trial. The rotten core remained intact, with the usual NHS solution – new job titles and new logos everywhere.

Dr Lyndon Miles was a friend of Edwina’s. It was Lyndon’s resignation as Vice-Chair that precipitated the collapse of the newly appointed Betsi Board, which led to the return of Peter Higson, Margaret Hanson and the bestest vintage paedophiles’ friends. I witnessed Lyndon address a baying mob of paedophiles’ friends at a public meeting – the baying mob was organised by an NHS trade union rep, I arrived early, heard the plan and watched it unfold. The mob had been bussed in from Blaenau Ffestiniog no less. The baying mob were going apeshit about the proposal that newborns needing intensive care should be treated at Arrowe Park near Liverpool, rather than in north Wales. Lyndon made an excellent speech explaining that the best care was available at Arrowe Park and if he had a critically ill baby, he would want the best care for the baby. I was in agreement, because I knew that the maternity units in north Wales were dangerous, that babies and even on occasion mothers had died needlessly and that Edwina was not coming clean about this. What I didn’t know was that Dafydd and the paedophiles controlled most of the Liverpool NHS as well, including I expect Arrowe Park.

Lyndon’s resignation came as quite a surprise, especially to me. Because just two weeks previously, Lyndon had bumped into me in a cafe and told me how good it was that someone at least understood the Board’s dilemma. I told him that I thought the threats that had been made in public to the Board were very unacceptable and that I noted that no-one, not even the politicians or the media who witnessed it, had called for calm. Lyndon responded by saying that it was becoming very difficult, that the press were in full cry and were being led by Trinity Mirror group, but the Board were determined and would not crumble. It can only have been two weeks later that Lyndon resigned, causing a crisis.

So it seems that Lyndon was yet another person who was not being honest and transparent. So I’ll give Lyndon a surprise. Because I am not the sort to join a baying mob, I’ll remind Lyndon of a few things that I was keeping politely quiet about when he told me that honestly, he really had never heard anything at all about the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales. I knew Lyndon many, many years ago. As the crisis caused by the sex traffickers running the Student Health Centre reached catastrophic proportions, a lovely young doctor arrived to join the Student Health Centre and he came highly recommended to all those who had heard about the lobotomist and Wood and said ‘Christ I’m not going there’. A Dr Lyndon Miles. I never heard anyone allege that Lyndon had groped them, propositioned them or treated them so brutally that they attempted suicide. Lyndon was always charm itself and his patients liked him. But Lyndon knew what Wood and Gwynne Williams were doing and he let them carry on doing it. Even when one of his patients was murdered by the gang. It was my housemate Anne. Anne and I had many conversations, she knew what had happened to me and I heard a lot about her consultations with Lyndon. They murdered her Lyndon and I bet that you realised that.

Lyndon had another patient who was ruined by the gang as well. A Bangor student who developed mental health problems who was literally passed around the junior gynaecologists at Ysbyty Gwynedd. She became pregnant by two different junior doctors and she was coerced into an abortion by them each time. They arranged the abortion – in a area of the UK which prided itself at that time on having so many Top Docs and others who were anti-abortion that they had made it virtually impossible for women to access abortions on the NHS – and when she told them that she didn’t want an abortion, on both occasions the solution was the same. She was found a bed in the psych ward at Ysbyty Gwynedd, by her very helpful GP, Dr Lyndon Miles, where she was left alone and distressed whilst pressure was applied from all staff to have a termination because how would a girl like her ever look after a baby? Within two days of having the terminations, she was discharged by Tony Francis with no aftercare. Other staff and patients were told not to have anything to do with her because she really was a dreadful character (see post ‘Another Case Of ‘Not Knowing’?).

Terrible girl actually – with a First, who was winning national poetry competitions, kind-hearted, sensitive and who could have had a few people in prison if anyone had ever treated her complaints as they should have.

Happy memories Dr Miles! Take a hint – don’t ever be so fucking stupid as to do a deal with a paedophile ring and a Health Minister who isn’t as savvy as she thinks that she is again.

Dr Miles is Chair of the Board of Trustees at St David’s Hospice in Llandudno, an institution governed and managed by the paedophiles’ friends since it’s inception.

 

Spot The Difference – It Might Not Be As Obvious As It Appears

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, someone has made a complaint about Dafydd et al. Cue the NHS Independent Professional Review, Chaired by Professor Robert Bluglass:

 Diagnosis: ‘She’s A Witch!’

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What Time’s Chaos?

Over the last couple of days there has been a great deal of media coverage regarding the chaos and misery that has been caused by the type of gaming machines that are now found on almost every high street since the Gambling Act 2005 liberalised the legislation. Carolyn Harris, a Labour AM  and Tom Watson, Deputy Leader of the Labour Party, have been two of the loudest voices discussing the misery and bankruptcies that have resulted as gambling addicts found that the sky was the limit. What everyone has tactfully avoided mentioning was that the person who was most enthusiastic about widening the jaws of the gambling industry and who loftily dismissed all warnings that the Gambling Act 2005 would cause substantial problems was St Tessa the Inspirational Sex Trafficker who was the subject of so many sentimental tributes from so many people just days ago (see post ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’).

Having followed Tessa’s bright ideas with regard to gambling, the Gov’t has of course now taken on board her advice re the future direction of research into brain tumours and £65 million has been allocated to fund Tessa’s ill-informed and batty notions.

 

After the sad death of the Inspirational Sex Trafficker, a reader sent me a link to someone whom Tessa knew from their days together at Camden Borough Council, asking me if I was aware of this person. Yes I was and she has featured on this blog, but readers may well have missed it because the blog has become so extensive that the navigation system is now utterly inadequate. I must apologise for this, I had hoped to have taken a fortnight off by now to design a better system but I keep uncovering info that I really want to get up on the blog before those responsible disappear in a puff of smoke as they sometimes do. Having found the ‘memorandum’ written by Dafydd in 2008 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) there is yet more that I will be prioritising before I take a break. The NHS and Community Care Act 1990 could have been tailor made for Dafydd to expand his empire, it is quite extraordinary because everyone concerned with drafting that legislation and getting it through Parliament knew the enormity of Dafydd’s wrongdoing – there’ll be more about this going up on the blog soon.

Get a few more curries and pints down you Ken Clarke, before even more details of that very sordid deal that you struck with the BMA whom you loathed appear on this blog. I’m beginning to think that if anyone should be prosecuted for crimes against humanity it should be Ken Clarke…

So please readers bear with the hopeless navigation system a while longer – there is now a mass of info on the blog with the names of many criminals and accessories great and small, you will find info if you persevere – I’ll improve on it as soon as I have time.

 

Regarding Tessa’s mate at Camden Social Services who my correspondent wanted to see featured, I’ll briefly remind everyone of her now, as she has been lost in the depths of previous posts. I am talking Baroness Helene Hayman, who I am told is pretty hideous. On the basis of the Baroness’s biography I would not expect anything different.

 

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Lord Speaker
In office
4 July 2006 – 31 August 2011
Preceded by Lord Falcolner
(as Lord Chancellor)
Succeeded by Baroness de Souza
Member of the House of Lords
Assumed office
2 January 1996
Life Peerage
Nominated by John Major
Member of Parliament
for Welwyn and Hatfield
In office
10 October 1974 – 3 May 1979
Personal details
Born 26 March 1949
Political party Crossbench
Other political
affiliations
Labour (until 2006)
Spouse Martin Heathcote Hayman (m. 1974; 4 sons)

The daughter of Maurice (a dentist) and Maude Middleweek, Hayman read law at Newnham College, Cambridge. She was President of the Cambridge Union Society in 1969. She worked for Shelter, 1969–71 and for the Camden Social Services, 1971–74, when she was named Deputy Director of the National Council for One-Parent Families.

So far, the biography of a middle ranking paedophiles’ friend. But look what Helene did next:

Helene was a member of the Bloomsbury Health Authority (later Bloomsbury and Islington Health Authority) from 1985–92, and its Vice-Chair from 1988 onwards.

OK Helene, you knew about that paedophile ring that operated in the children’s homes in Islington, the crimes of which spilt over into the NHS in the area. Dafydd had contacts down there in 1987 – he and his henchmen TOLD me. I was living in Harringay at that time and in Jan 1987 I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, escorted by Angels, driven to a railway station and literally put on a train to London, after being told to ‘shut your mouth about DA and don’t ever come back to north Wales again’. Clwyd Health Authority even purchased my train ticket for me. Before I was taken out of the hospital under guard, Dafydd told me that he had telephoned the ‘services’ in Haringey to tell them that I was being sent back to their patch and that he had given them my address. This was not an official referral for any sort of care – I was told quite bluntly that it was to ensure that Dafydd’s contacts in the Islington/Haringey area could ‘keep an eye’ on me.

By the way, the documents compiled by Dafydd et al about that period of time are inaccurate. Staff at the North Wales Hospital forged discharge documents which were post-dated and signed by a junior doctor whom I had never met, who claimed to have assessed me at discharge and found that I was suffering from schizophrenia no less. On the date that this man allegedly assessed me and discharged me from Denbigh, I was sitting in a lecture theatre in Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School.

 

Helene served on the ethics committee of the Royal College of Obstetricians and Gynaecologists, 1982–97.

Ah, so Helene was on that committee during 1989-91, when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School with Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and his team – who, along with many other people in the institution, were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, as well as a linked paedophile ring in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). Chamberlain had been a friend and colleague of Prof Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics – who’s office was just down the other end of the corridor from Chamberlain – who was jailed in 1986 for the possession of a huge amount of child porn which he kept in his offices in the Medical School. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

Helene was still on the committee when Chamberlain and his colleague Malcolm Pearce were involved in a big research fraud which hit the media in the mid-1990s (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Malcolm was subsequently struck off, but Chamberlain wasn’t, although he did have to resign as President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists. Meanwhile, up in north Wales, the North Wales Police investigated the paedophile ring which Chamberlain et al were concealing and in 1993 the North Wales Police concluded that it did not exist.

Helene also sat on the ethics committee of the UCL and UCH, 1987–97. There were numerous links between UCL and UCH and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and elsewhere, including the link to Prof Pauline Horne of the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Pauline was the mistress and colleague of Prof Fergus Lowe, also of the School of Psychology at Bangor. Dafydd had previously dominated that School until Fergus gained the upper hand in about 1987, using his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes and the paedophile gang to do this. The School of Psychology trained clinical psychologists based at the North Wales Hospital and conducted research in collaboration with those facilitating the paedophile gang (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’). Pauline arrived at the Psychology Dept at Bangor in 1976, having completed an MPhil in biochemistry at UCL, 1974-76 (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

There were a great many things happening at UCH and UCL that shouldn’t have been, whilst Helene sat on their ethics committees.

From 1992–97, Helene was a member of the Council of University College, London and Chair of Whittington Hospital NHS Trust.

 

Hayman was given a peerage in Jan 1996. That was after Nicola Davies QC had stated that a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would not be in the public interest, but before William Hague changed his mind five months later and announced a public inquiry into the matter. My posts ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ and ‘Heart of Darkness ‘ detail how key figures in north Wales, as well as Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and his senior colleagues, were on manouevres from 1994 and preparing for the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’) and the subsequent public inquiry which no-one knew was going to happen.

After Blair came to power in May 1997, Hayman served as a junior Minister in the Dept for Environment and the Dept of Health before being appointed Minister of State at MAFF in July 1999. So Hayman was in the DoH whilst Sir Ronnie was gathering his thoughts after hearing evidence from the witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry and when he was putting pen to paper to compile the whitewash. Hayman was a Health Minister under Secretary of State Frank Dobson – the Dobbo who had previously been a Camden Borough Councillor and who, during his many years as MP for Holborn and St Pancras (1979-2015), completely ignored the under-aged prostitutes selling their services in that area, most of whom were kids in care. Dobbo, if I saw those kids – and even managed to talk to some of them – during my three years in London, what the fuck was wrong with you? By the way, the kids who I spoke to had been in care in Swansea and run away.

I noticed the destitute empowered service users on Dobbo’s patch as well, which he had somehow missed, as no doubt did Baroness Hayman.

In 2001 Hayman left political office to become Chairman of Cancer Research UK! See posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’, ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Much Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’ for details of the years of research fraud and misconduct which pervaded CR UK. Baroness Hayman was obviously just the right person to Chair the organisation.

Hayman became chair of the Human Tissue Authority in 2005. She was a Trustee of the Royal Botanic Gardens, Kew (2002–2006) and of the Tropical Health and Education Trust (2005–06).

Helene was a member of the Human Fertilisation and Embryology Authority in 2005-06. Despite all the noises about ethics and regulation, the fertility industry has done pretty much whatever it has felt like since the technologies were first developed (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’). Patients are misled, swindled and charged much money for procedures which the Top Doctors who are carrying them out know are highly unlikely to succeed – this has now been admitted, as more and more scandals emerge from fertility clinics.

The Baroness was a member of the Lords Select Committee on the Assisted Dying for the Terminally Ill Bill, 2004–05 and of the Lords Constitution Committee, 2005–06.

 

Doesn’t that biography just reassure one that the right people have their hands on the levers of power?

 

Helene Hayman’s husband Martin has worked for Plessey Co; ITT; Pullman Kellogg; was Secretary and Chief Legal Adviser for Cadbury Schweppes, 1978-88; and Group Secretary and Head of Group Legal Services for Standard Chartered Bank, 1988-2000.

 

I mentioned that after Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned me, in Jan 1987 the locked doors of the North Wales Hospital were opened and I was rushed out of there under guard of Angels and driven at high speed to the railway station and put on a train to London.  On that occasion it was an Angel who drove the car, which is yet another factor that suggests something highly irregular was happening. The NHS is utterly bogged down by red tape and it is usually only certain staff working in community roles that have permission (and insurance) to carry patients as passengers in their cars. If a Denbigh patient needed to be transported, it was supposed to be by ambulance, police or a hospital car. When I was taken from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to Bangor Magistrates Court – only to find that all charges against me had been dropped, but because I’d been sectioned by Dafydd the day before after being illegally detained in the first place, I was taken straight back to Denbigh – I was taken in a hospital car, as I was for the return journey.

The Angels at Denbigh obviously knew which of those drivers of hospital cars – they were local people who were volunteer drivers for the NHS – were safe hands or not. Before I got into the car to go to Bangor Magistrates Court, an Angel told me not to talk to the driver even if she tried to talk to me because she was a gossip and was always trying to ‘find out what the patients had done’. I am well used to the power of gossip and the purposes for which is used, but the lady driving the car was pleasant and friendly and asked no intrusive questions at all. Er – I was being held in that hospital illegally and those Angels knew it. Whilst I was in Denbigh I found out that nearly every other patient in that ward with me was also being held there illegally. There had been no proper procedures followed with any of us. We had all been arrested on ludicrous charges which were later dropped and were taken to Denbigh in the middle of the night by colluding police officers or ambulance staff. Some patients had been transferred in irregular ways from Risley Remand Centre or other institutions controlled by Dafydd and the paedophiles. One man had been transferred to our ward from another ward – he had been in Denbigh since he was a teenager and had not had any visitors for years. One young woman asked me to help her because she had been kept ‘in an attic’ for three days by ‘a doctor and some men’ where she had been sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’).

No wonder those Angels didn’t want me striking up a conversation with the driver of the car.

On the way back to Denbigh the Angels had no such fears about me chatting to the driver. I know why. Because his sole topic of the conversation was Nutters Who I Have Transported and I heard many anecdotes regarding the madness of other patients. This man was particularly vexed about having transported one patient whom he claimed was ‘terrible’. She had tried to get out of the car – I wonder why?? – had fought the Angels and had insulted him. She was an Irish woman who had called him a ‘Welsh corgi’ – as he was driving her to London.

So Dafydd, who was the Irish woman that you abducted and where in London was she taken?

Anyone fancy tracing all the residents of Denbigh who had worked as volunteer drivers for the NHS and seeing what they remember from their time transporting the abducted victims of a sex trafficking ring?

 

One MP who served the constituency of Denbigh for a very long time was Geriant Morgan, who was MP for Denbigh 1959-83. Morgan was barrister who had trained at Abersytwyth and Trinity Hall, Cambridge. He was known to take a lot more interest in his legal practice than his work as an MP. Yet the folk of Denbigh loved him. I would expect that because he certainly asked no questions about what was going on in the North Wales Hospital where virtually the whole town worked. However, the good burghers of Denbigh were particularly pleased when those who owned houses near the A55 received compensation when the road was upgraded. Many of them personally thanked him, so they must have received quite a windfall.

Paedophiles’ friend employed in the North Wales Hospital who endures the trauma of the road nearby being upgraded? You’ll get compensation. Someone who was raped and battered in a children’s home in north Wales and trafficked into prostitution? You’re telling a pack of lies to get your criminal hands on money. Mary Wynch, illegally imprisoned for a year in Denbigh, fleeced of her property by Dafydd and who proved her case? She’s awarded compensation, but Clwyd Health Authority simply refuse to hand the dosh over and three years later Michael Howard the Home Secretary ruins her.

So presumably the upgrading of the A55 was yet another part of the infrastructure of north Wales that was the result of a dirty deal with the paedophiles’ friends…

Geraint Morgan was a Tory. Although he was a barrister, he didn’t practice on the Chester and Wales Circuit. He practised on the Northern Circuit. As did George Carman QC, the corrupt barrister who later made it big in London. Cherie Booth worked in his Chambers and Tony Blair worked as his junior.

I have mentioned previously that Dafydd and the paedophiles’ often took me to courts many miles away from where I lived in their efforts to gain High Court injunctions against me, imprison me, etc. The injunction that Gwynedd Social Services obtained against me on the basis of the perjury of two social workers – one who had never met me and one who had met me at most three times – was issued by Sir John Kay sitting in Leeds (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Which I found puzzling because I was living in Bethesda at the time. Sir John Kay QC worked for years as a barrister – on the Northern Circuit. Indeed, he was Presiding Judge  of the Northern Circuit, 1994-99. Kay’s Chambers were in Liverpool and before he became a barrister he was a tutor in law at Liverpool University – Dafydd’s alma mater and place of employment of so many paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

The Liverpool of the Beatles, who in 1967 visited Bangor Normal College for a transcendental meditation session with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. Bangor Normal College was a teacher training college which hosted so many paedophiles’ friends. The Beatles were mates with Cilla, the Cilla who was a personal friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain and enjoyed a lorra lorra laffs with him. Liverpool produced another celebrity scouser as well, but because she’s not in showbiz I keep forgetting that she’s a Liver Bird – Cherie.

Sir John Kay was a member of Gray’s Inn. As was Geraint Morgan. As was Sir William Mars-Jones, the boy from Denbigh who made it big in law in London and served as Dafydd’s Big Mate and was Ronnie Waterhouse’s pupil master and friend.

John Kay’s son Ben is the English rugby international.

 

Whilst checking the Betsi website a few days ago I discovered that a new Chair has been appointed to the Velindre NHS Trust – Professor Donna Mead. Professor Mead trained in Merthyr School of Nursing ‘winning the Gold Medal for best student in training’. Donna’s ‘early clinical experiences sparked off a desire to work with children and she eventually became a paediatric ward sister’.

OK, so Donna will have known about the abuse of kids in care in the Rhondda which was happening, but being a gold medallist she remained as silent as everyone else on the matter.

From 1983-85 Donna studied at the University of Manchester where she obtained an MSc and successfully completed teacher training. Mead took up her first teaching post. She shortly thereafter set up and led the first Bachelor of Nursing course in the North East Wales Institute, Wrexham and became a Consultant Nurse with Clwyd Health Authority.

So Donna worked for Dafydd and the paedophiles in a leading role and established a course at the institution governed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

In 1989, Donna moved to the Nursing Research Unit at the University of Wales College of Medicine. The University of Wales College of Medicine were not only concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, but they were concealing a great deal of wrongdoing in their own institution. Donna worked on an all Wales study into primary nursing, which was commissioned by the Welsh Office, Nursing Division. That was when the Welsh Office were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, under Secretaries of State Peter Walker and then David Hunt, who both excelled in refusing to investigate suspicious deaths and serious offences (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

During this time Donna began her Doctoral studies.

Donna was appointed Assistant Director of the School of Nursing and Midwifery and Health Care at the University of Wales, Swansea in 1991. That was the year that a police investigation was launched into the abuse of children on Donna’s former patch in Clwyd! Donna was Head of Research and Graduate Studies at Swansea.

In 1996, Donna was appointed Professor of Nursing and Head of the School of Care Sciences at the University of Glamorgan. A Chair three years after completing her PhD! That is pretty impressive for a paedophiles’ friend from Clwyd, even for someone who won a Gold Medal when she was at the Merthyr School of Nursing.

When the University reorganised into five faculties in 2005, Professor Mead became the Dean of the newly formed Faculty of Health, Sport and Science. That same year she was also awarded the RCN Welsh Board record of achievement.

You’re going to hate me Donna, but guess what? I knew one of your students who studied on a course in your Faculty between 2005-08 and she was less than impressed. In fact she was so underwhelmed that she invited me down to meet her fellow students who all had serious complaints about their courses. I was researching for a book on HE policy at the time and I conducted interviews with a whole variety of students at different universities. The anecdotes from the students in your Faculty were the worst by far. One student was so pissed off that he said ‘this University has lied about the course and the opportunities available and I consider that I have been cheated’. I asked him if he could expand and he said ‘no, I can’t say it any more clearly than that’.

The student I knew who was studying in Donna’s Faculty was studying Sports Science. She told me that had she known what Glamorgan was going to be like, she would have gone to Bangor instead, but because she’d grown up near Caernarfon she wanted to experience the wider world so gave Glamorgan a try. After accumulating a great deal of debt she emerged with her Sports Science degree. By that time, her mum had moved down from Gwynedd to Abercynon to live near her and she had also met her future husband, so after she graduated they all rented a place in Abercynon. My friend then found that everybody in the Sports Science world was turning their noses up at her degree because it was from Glamorgan, so like many students she found that it was necessary to gain another qualification. She had no money but was able to live very cheaply with her mum and boyfriend in Abercynon, so the only option for another course was dear old Glamorgan University which was almost on their doorstep.

She decided to do a course in Sports Massage. My friend is dyslexic and this was known to Glamorgan when she was an undergrad – she received a small grant for a computer on these grounds. When she registered for the Sports Massage course, she filled in the appropriate paperwork which included the info that she was dyslexic. Nothing was said and she embarked upon the one year course. Towards the end of the course her mum rang me in desperation asking for my advice. The examiner on her daughter’s course had stated that she could not be allowed to qualify as a Sports Massager because, being dyslexic, she would ‘be a danger to clients’. My first thought was not ‘disability discrimination’ but QUE???

Further investigation revealed that the person coming out with this bollocks was not appropriately qualified to assess the students. Better than that, they were not appropriately qualified at all. Their qualification had been awarded by a ‘private college’ – which did not exist in terms of it being a building with students in. After discovering this, I did more digging and uncovered an ever increasing mountain of crap. It transpired that the Sports Massage course that my friend and her peers had all been attending would not lead to a qualification from Glamorgan University at all – although the students had been led to believe that it would. What was the qualification that they would receive – assuming that they weren’t a Dangerous Dyslexic of course? Er – exactly the same Mickey Mouse qualification – from the ‘private college’ which didn’t physically exist – possessed by the idiot who believed that people with dyslexia couldn’t be let loose as massagers.

It transpired that the University of Glamorgan had allowed the person without a qualification to use their buildings and promote their course on Glamorgan University literature.

When we discovered the scale of the deception, my friend went into battle. She managed to retrieve the fees that she had paid for the qualification that wasn’t. She was back to square one – a graduate of Glamorgan with a Sports Science degree that wasn’t respected by the world of Sports Science. My friend began working with No Fit State Circus in Cardiff – she had worked with the circus since she left school for a number years before wasting her time with Professor Donna Mead of the Gold Medal. My friend moved into teaching circus skills once she became a bit too old to perform in the circus herself. Business is booming – my friend goes into schools to supplement the kids’ PE lessons and holds various events for a range of people re fitness training, including for kids in care who it was found were not responding too positively to the usual lame rubbish that was on offer.

Donna is probably banging on about eating five a day and empowering service users.

Professor Mead has always maintained close links with the NHS. She was the HE representative on the Welsh NMC for six years and Chair for four years. This is a statutory committee which provided ‘independent, impartial advice to the Secretary of State for Wales’.

The NMC were the body who employed the man who shouted down the phone at me after I complained about being assaulted by an Angel in the Hergest Unit that ‘the witness statements will be destroyed after she is cleared’.

Some five years ago the NMC made a public apology after it was demonstrated that they had failed to discipline Angels for misconduct and abuse in numerous cases.

The NMC took no action against any of the staff who abused the patients in Tawel Fan. A few weeks ago however, they did strike off Nicola Kingston, the nurse who blew the whistle on the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Donna led the team which produced the first ever policy document to be issued from the newly formed National Assembly for Wales, ‘Realising the Potential: A Strategy for Nursing, Midwifery and Health Visiting in Wales’.

I’m still waiting for the potential to be realised Donna. The state of nursing in Wales has got sorrier and sorrier and nurses are running away as fast as they can. No it’s not the money – scores of the nurses qualifying at Bangor are taking jobs in Cheshire and Staffordshire because they will not work for the Besti Board, having witnessed such gruesome events whilst they were students.

 

Professor Mead held the post of Non-Executive Director of the North Glamorgan NHS Trust for four years and is or was a Non-Executive Director of Gwent NHS Trust.

Those two Trusts are not without their problems.

Donna has served as the Welsh representative on the UK Council of Deans for Health for several terms. Her other positions have included the Chair of Rhondda Cynon Taf and Caerphilly Teaching Local Health Board, Vice-Chair of UCEA’s Clinical Academic Staff Advisory Group; member of the Welsh Group for Modernising Nursing Careers.

There is a hospital in Rhondda Cynon Taff with maternity services that are so bad that local women are doing all they can to avoid giving birth there.

Professor Mead has remained an active researcher. She currently holds research grants of £2 million. She is a member of the Medical Research Council College of Experts.

Can Professor Mead explain why, after she has been at the helm of the NHS in south Wales for so long, the health outcomes of people in south Wales – particularly Rhondda Cynon Taff – are so bad? Or did some of the £2 million in research grants get used for what so much research money that is given to people like Donna gets used for – to blame the patients for being too fat, too lazy or too drunk?

In 2009 Professor Mead received an OBE, the standard qualification for a paedophiles’ friend after a few decades of service.

 

So did Velindre NHS Trust suddenly go a bit mad the other day when it appointed one of Dafydd’s former colleagues as Chair? Well it obviously excelled when Donna was appointed, but Velindre did have previous.

Prior to the appointment of Donna, the Chair of Velindre NHS Trust was Rosemary Kennedy. Who has a CV as incriminating as Donna’s.

Rosemary trained at St.George’s Hospital London on the ‘2+1 Experimental Scheme gaining the Gold Medal’. Obviously Velindre does not consider making an appointment as Chair unless the person concerned is in possession of a Gold Medal from a troubled NHS institution dogged by scandal and complaints of patient harm. I know the sort of people who win Gold Medals at St George’s, they are not a pretty sight.

Rosemary was Chief Nursing Officer for Wales, 1999-10 and was responsible for the publication of several key nursing strategies for Wales including ‘Free to Lead: Free to Care’.  Well that was a success Rosemary, since then there has been the Tawel Fan Scandal. The abuse at Tawel Fan began on Rosemary’s watch. It could have been avoided if in 1999 Rosemary and her then boss Jane Hutt had responded to the complaints of abuse and serious misconduct on the part of Angels in north Wales from patients. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Dr Brian Gibbons had. Or if Rosemary and her subsequent boss Edwina Hart had. Or indeed if anyone at all had.

In addition, Rosemary gained a commission in the Queen Alexandra’s Royal Army Nursing Corps (Territorial Army) in 1984 and held all top level unit posts culminating in the appointment of Commanding Officer of a TA Field Hospital. So Rosemary will know all about Stephen Gallagher, the dangerous dishonest nurse at Ysbyty Gwynedd and his equally dangerous dishonest colleague Andrew Parry who regularly put lives at risk (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’). They are both in the TA and after Gallagher found himself in trouble yet again for insulting and threatening patients, stories about Major Gallagher’s heroic life saving activities whilst he served in Afghanistan appeared in the London broadsheets. The stories were substantially untrue. Do you know anything about this Rosemary?

It was on Rosemary’s watch that Gallagher’s colleague senior Angel Alan Roberts threatened me. My complaint was never investigated and some years later Alan Roberts threw an elderly lady patient against a drinks machine in Ysbyty Gwynedd, injuring her. No, Roberts was still not struck off. Roberts’s wife is a senior Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd who ‘stood by him’ during that terrible ordeal of his when one of his colleagues dared blow the whistle on him for violently assaulting an elderly lady. Alan Roberts’s son is also an Angel.

After stepping down as the Chief Nursing Officer in September 2010, Rosemary was appointed Chairman of Velindre in Jan 2011. With a record like Rosemary’s what could go wrong at Velindre? Whatever did will now be well-concealed by Donna under mountains of NHS-speak about excellence and learning lessons.

 

Being of the paedophiles’ friends from the north Wales NHS, Donna Mead might well know the fearsome Professor Fiona Irvine, who’s bullying and deceit featured in my post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. Fiona Irvine had a partner in crime – a ‘senior nurse tutor’ called Gwerfyl Roberts. Like Fiona and Donna, before becoming a Nursing Academic, Gerfyl worked as an Angel in the highly dysfunctional NHS in north Wales. I think that Gwerfyl worked at Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Gwerfyl was Fiona’s minion and nearly as nasty. Like Fiona, Gwerfyl’s grasp of social sciences was so shaky that her comments on students’ work were misspelt, did not make sense and occasionally contained words which did not exist, which entertained everybody.

Gwerfyl was a specialist in ‘cultural competence’ in nursing no less. Cultural competence in nursing is very important, but I am not convinced that Gwerfyl understood what ‘cultural competence’ is. Gwerfyl thought that it just meant speaking Welsh. By adhering to this notion, Gwerfyl displayed very impressive shortcomings in cultural competence. She spoke Welsh in front of staff and students of hers who did not speak any Welsh at all, including at their leaving parties, which did rather exclude them. Now that can sometimes just be thoughtlessness – if you are used to communicating most of the time in one language and most of those in your circle also communicate in that language, it is understandably very easy to forget that you might be excluding someone. However Gwerfyl went rather further than that.

The expert in cultural competence in nursing really did not like Foreigners. Particularly if they were not white. This caused problems at the School of Healthcare Sciences as they kept on accepting overseas students because they brought so much money in, but Gwerfyl continued to hate Foreigners. Gwerfyl hated Foreigners because they didn’t speak English (let alone Welsh). It was true that some of the overseas students in the School of Healthcare Sciences had very poor English, but there was a reason for that. It was because the School of Healthcare Sciences was so desperate to get its paws on the dosh which came with the Foreigners that they worked a fiddle and accepted students whom they knew did not have good enough English to register with the University. Their modus operandi was to get the Foreigners through the doors, relieve them of their fees and after a few months make life so unpleasant for the Foreigners that the Foreigners would leave.

Gwerfyl was so affronted by one Foreigner – who was actually an Iraqi Top Doctor but I don’t know that Gwerfyl ever got as far as finding that out – that she declared a state of emergency. On the grounds that ‘He Stinks’. The Smelly Foreigner was such a problem that Gwerfyl sent up the distress flare whilst she was at Anglesey Airport waiting to go to Cardiff – probably to attend a conference on cultural competence, its not as if she could drive down or go on the train, she used to like to fly, with the paedophiles’ friends who double up as politicians in north Wales. I knew the person who witnessed Gwerfyl sending an e mail to her fellow Angel tutors headed ‘It’s an emergency, he stinks and is not to be allowed into the building’. He wasn’t either, the Grand Plan was to change the entry codes on the doors and not tell the Smelly Foreigner what the new codes were.

The Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at the time was fully on board with the plan to lock the Smelly Foreigner out – that was Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone, who is now a member of the Betsi Board.

 

Like Donna, Gwerfyl Did Research. Namely research into cultural competence, for which she was funded by the Welsh Language Board, which at the time when the purse strings were loosed was Chaired by dear old Meri Huws, a paedophiles’ friend who worked as a community social worker in the 1980s for Gwynedd Social Services, in the community which included the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor, where kids were abused and trafficked to Dolphin Square and other locations (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

Gwerfyl’s research into cultural competence consisted of producing a series of ‘briefing papers’, which were short simple leaflets in which guidance for conducting a research project at the level of a Bachelor’s student was printed in Welsh. I say a series – the plan was to produce a series, but I understood that only two briefing papers were ever produced. The first briefing paper was called, imaginatively, ‘Papur Brifio Un’ (Briefing Paper One). I had a read of Papur Brifio Un, it was hilarious and I couldn’t fathom how Gwerfyl managed to make so little work funded by the Welsh Language Board stretch over so long to write Papur Brifio Un. The following year I was told that Gwerfyl had produced ‘Papur Brifio Dau’ (Briefing Paper Two). When I asked my informant what was in Papur Brifio Dau, I was told ‘exactly the same crap that was in Papur Brifio Un’.

Then I accessed a document in which Gwerfyl had explained her dissemination strategy for her Research Into Cultural Competence. It was to take the Papurau Brifio to the Esiteddfod and give them out to the visitors there. That was it. I could understand Gwerfyl using the Eisteddfod to promote a volume on Welsh literature, history etc and I know some very impressive work in the field of Welsh language scholarship which has been presented at the Eisteddfod, but I don’t think Papur Brifio Un – or indeed Dau – fell into that category. And they certainly didn’t fall into the category of research into cultural competence in healthcare, so I’m not sure what Gwerfyl thought that she was doing.

Meri at the Welsh Language Board also gave Gwerfyl the dosh for a PhD studentship in the area of cultural competence in healthcare research. A very bright first language Welsh speaker was awarded the scholarship and Meri had her photo taken with him. He did not finish his PhD. Gwerfyl didn’t have the ability to supervise a PhD student, so Fiona Irvine supervised him and basically grabbed him by the neck and shook him about until his head fell off.

Did this disaster hold Gwerfyl back? Of course it didn’t. She applied for promotion and got it – simply on the grounds of time served. Gwerfyl was determined to get that promotion – she harboured massive resentment towards Bangor University and was telling everyone that they owed her. The reason was, according to Gwerfyl, that the University had mistreated her husband. He had been, many years previously, a lecturer in the maths dept and had been made redundant. The maths dept was one of the depts at UCNW that was closed as a result of Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer’s axe in the mid 1980s. The axe that was planned to murder the whole institution, but because the place was full of people who had facilitated or concealed the paedophile gang which supplied kids to Thatcher’s friend and Minister Sir Peter Morrison and Swinnerton-Dyer was reminded of this by PVC Prof Alwyn Roberts, only the drama, philosophy and maths depts got the chop (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

So Gwerfyl was an Angel at the time of Peak Paedophilia in north Wales when all those investigations and inquiries inexplicably drew a blank and her husband worked with so many of those who were involved in it up to their eye-balls.

Do you and your husband have anything to declare Gwerfyl?

 

Someone else who owes their career as a paedophiles’ friend to Meri Huws is Sara Ryan. Sara Ryan was for many years the leader of the Independent Advocacy Association for mental health service users in Gwynedd. This was the Independent Advocacy Association which was funded by Gwynedd Health Authority, the North West Wales NHS Trust and I think Gwynedd County Council and which refused to support people with serious complaints. Including all those deaths that took place during Sara’s term of office. Sara had a colleague in the Independent Advocacy Association, a woman called Marilyn (or it might have been Marion). Sara and Marilyn/Marion were Strong Wimmin. Marilyn/Marion’s partner was a Service User herself and committed suicide. Marilyn/Marion suffered a breakdown and then disappeared from Bangor. Because she had been given a job as an Independent Advocate at Broadmoor Hospital, where Jimmy Savile  was sexually assaulting the patients. He must have quaked in his boots when Marilyn/Marion turned up.

Sara and Marilyn ran the utterly laughable Independent Advocacy Association throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry. As patients with evidence became destitute and were found dead.

Sara’s road to success had been the MA in Wimmin’s Studies that she did with Meri Huws! It was that which deemed her suitable for leading the Independent Advocacy Association which did what it was told by a gang of paedophiles.

So who got Marilyn/Marion the job at Broadmoor then?

Sara Ryan was responsible for the appointment of the volunteers who worked as advocates. Every single person appointed but one was a mental health patient who was dependent upon the ‘service’ for their benefits and what little ‘support’ there was. Furthermore Sara systematically selected patients who were passive and intimidated by the Top Doctors and the ones with no post-16 education. There were patients around with higher degrees who had been employed in professional jobs and patients who were very voluble about the appalling ‘service’, but Sara avoided them like the plague. Two volunteers who did dare speak out were dismissed.

There was one person taken on by Sara who was not a patient. That was the wife of a lecturer who had taught me when I was at UCNW, who was working there when the institution was run by paedophiles’ friends and when Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr DGE Wood were sitting in the Student Health Centre assisting with the sex trafficking ring. The lecturer worked in the School of Plant Biology and was a colleague of Wood’s wife.

The wife of this man will have known much about the paedophiles’ friends and the wrongdoing of those who were employed in UCNW. She knew about another bunch of paedophiles’ friends as well – those in Anglesey County Council, because she had been a Councillor but they had treated her so badly that she stood down. Her explanation was that they were ‘sexist men’. No, they were assisting a gang of paedophiles, that was the problem. Who is this lady who conflates sexist men with a gang of paedophiles and who was of course deemed suitable for life as an Independent Advocate?

Step forward Angie Gliddon, who I think recently joined Anglesey County Council again. After her faithful service to the paedophiles’ friends as an Independent Advocate, Angie hit the jackpot – she bagged a job in Bangor University as a clinical trials manager! Fergus Lowe ultimately oversaw such work in Bangor. So Angie was back safely in the arms of the paedophiles’ friends again…

I last saw Angie at a public lecture in Bangor given by two spokespeople for the NHS. The father of a young woman who had been a mental health patient who had died as a result of the most appalling clinical negligence had, in the questions part of the session, dared question those telling us how great the NHS is. I was so pissed off with the stream of propaganda that I didn’t dare say a word. On my way out of the lecture theatre, Angie walked past and said to me ‘ooh you can’t complain about the NHS can you, they’re so good’.

Angie you big invertebrate, in north Wales they are fucking dreadful and you know it. You sat in that Advocacy office for years knowing that patients were being seriously neglected, abused, exploited, fitted up for crimes and left to die and you didn’t say a thing. You also knew what was going on in UCNW in the 80s. You might not have liked those letters that Brown and me wrote in the London based newspapers about what was happening to psychiatric patients, but don’t ever tell me that ‘they’re so good’. I am now living in hiding after being threatened by a gun and attempts to run me off the road at high speed. And you were traumatised by a few ‘sexist men’…

Oh – I forgot. There’s a reason why Angie wouldn’t speak ill of the paedophiles. In the 1983 General Election, Angie stood as the Labour candidate for Anglesey.

Well you wouldn’t wanted to have screamed from the roof tops ‘Thatcher’s friend and the Tory MP for Chester is holding sex parties with kids in care in north Wales’ would you Angie? Because of all those people in the Labour Party who were involved in the cover-up as well. Like a bloody great Windbag who’s wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends from her earliest years…

On 9 June 1983 Thatcher won the election. On 13 June 1983 she appointed Sir Peter Morrison as Minister of State for Employment.

Whilst Angie and her mates whinged on about the sins of those who voted Tory, within a year Brown and me were under attack because we had dared complain about one of those who was running the paedophile gang.

God save me from Strong Wimmin Who Care.

Remember this Angie?

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I hope that you think that your silence was worth it.

 

Another one of those about whom we really mustn’t complain is Vera Wilson. For many years Vera was a leading light among the Directors of the Welsh Ambulance Service, but she resigned in 2010. When Vera was involved with the Welsh Ambulance Service, I was shown a document which Vera had written. It was very Gwerfyl-like, a sort of Papur Brifio Un, in which Vera had tried to critique some work that the NHS had commissioned. The work was of a good standard but Vera had taken umbrage because the person who had written the plan didn’t do what Vera wanted. The key problem was that Vera knew absolutely nothing about the research that had been commissioned so was in no position to start raising objections. The person who had been obstructed by Vera told me that Vera was a well-known pain in the bum who clogged up committees in north Wales. I discovered that Vera was a member of the Betsi CHC – a notorious collection of paedophiles’ friends – and was also on the Board of Dwr Cymru/Welsh Water. I was however more interested in Vera’s involvement with the Air Ambulance service in Yorkshire of all places. I never found out what hold Vera had over the Air Ambulances of the UK, but Vera is listed as being a ‘Welsh Gov’t appointment’ with regard to her membership of the CHC. So she’s got dirt on someone which she is keeping under her hat.

 

Now to return to Cedar Court (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). I have now discovered a little bit more about this establishment, which was run by two psychiatrists and one of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s ex-wives and, I am told, was quietly transferring ‘problematic patients’ to The Priory.

Cedar Court was located in Colwyn Bay and it opened in 1997. It was a Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit and replaced Gwynfa Unit when Gwynfa was closed. Gwynfa was the Child and Adolescent Mental Health Unit at Colwyn Bay which starred in the Waterhouse Report. Even Waterhouse had to admit that the abuse of the young people there was dreadful. They were pushed out of windows, beaten, buggered and raped. There had been complaints but they were ignored and the ones which resulted in injury and couldn’t be ignored were explained away or concealed (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

The Angel in charge of Gwynfa was an ex-Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry. Berry lives in Colwyn Bay and is a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall. The psychiatrist attached to Gwynfa was Dr Barry Kiehn, who was employed by Gwynedd Health Authority. Most of the kids at Gwynfa were from Gwynedd rather than Clwyd.

It was realised that even Waterhouse was not going to be able to explain Gwynfa away and it was closed just after the Inquiry got underway. Cedar Court replaced it.

Guess what? Dafydd’s ex-wife and the two psychiatrists didn’t do a much better job than Nigel Berry and Dr Barry Kiehn, although for all I know, Khien might have been one of the Cedar Court psychiatrists. There was chaos and complaints, but Cedar Court remained open and young people continued to be sent there to be ‘helped’.

On 22 Dec 2005, HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales) issued a statement saying that Child and Adolescent Mental Health Services run by Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust were improving, despite the ‘pressure’ on them and that they were ‘generally good throughout’. Things were holding up as ever then, despite those bastard patients asking for services and creating ‘pressure’. Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust ran Cedar Court. The CEO of Conwy and Denbighshire NHS Trust was Gren Kershaw, a paedophiles’ friend with long record of service – in Yorkshire as well, before he ever got as far as north Wales (see post ‘How Much Do Staff Surveys Really Tell Us?’ and other posts).  The CEO of HIW at this time was Dr Peter Higson, who had previously been a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, then the general manager of Denbigh, then the general manager of the mental health services across north Wales after Denbigh closed down. Higson is now the Chair of the Betsi Board – it was placed in special measures a year after he became Chair, as a result of the Tawel Fan Scandal.

Cedar Court then received a glowing report  in 2007 with regard to its ‘educational services’ for the young patients. They weren’t just ‘generally good throughout’, they were very good ‘with outstanding features’. This report was compiled by Estyn (the Welsh equivalent of Ofsted), the inspector concerned being Jim Phillips.

Obviously Cedar Court was the place to be if you were a young person with difficulties.

Yet Cedar Court closed its doors just a few years ago. Why was this place of wonder shut down? Er, another inspection resulted in a truly damning report. Facilities, staffing, buildings, all not just inadequate but ‘completely inappropriate’. So inappropriate that there had nearly been a revolution caused by some of the kids who had been unfortunate enough to be sent there. The situation was so bad that dear old Cedar Court couldn’t be saved by the usual answer to north Wales’s problems, ‘a pot of money’. No, Cedar Court was such a disgrace that it was considered irretrievable. It was closed and a brand new Unit at Abergele was built. The powerpoint of the Abergele Hospital plans looked wonderful. However they must have put one of Dafydd’s relatives in charge again, because there has already been a suicide of a teenager who was discharged when she should not have been and other problems.

Give it another 15 years of serious complaints, patient harm, suicides and glowing inspection reports and someone will finally discover that Abergele Hospital is not up to scratch and it will be explained that it is because of ‘funding and resources’.

 

 

 

Finally, I was delighted to hear a victim of ‘prejudice against young women’ interviewed this morning on the ‘Today’ programme, namely Charlotte Hogg, who lost her job as Deputy Governor of the Bank of England because she ‘forgot’ to declare a conflict of interest, precisely that her brother holds one of the most senior jobs at Barclays plc. Charlotte did admit that she had ‘made a mistake’, but she has now ‘bounced back’, because her training and career has taught her ‘resilience’. Although she has obviously been a victim of discrimination, the pretty little thing.

Here is the ‘training and career’ that has taught Charlotte ‘resilience’ that has enabled her to ‘bounce back’ after her ‘mistake:

Her father is 3rd Viscount Hailsham, Douglas Hogg, a former Tory MP and Gov’t Minister, who is both a hereditary peer and a life peer. Her mother, Baroness Sarah Hogg, is a life peer in her own right and was brought up on the family estate of Kettlethorpe Hall. Her grandfather was Quintin Hogg, Lord Hailsham, the paedophiles’ friend who appointed so many other paedophiles’ friends to very senior positions (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

It was Douglas Hogg who was exposed in the Parliamentary expenses scandal in 2009 as having claimed for his moat to be cleared on his expenses. Sarah Hogg was one of the Govt’s most senior advisers when the economy crashed on Black Monday in 1987. Ken Clarke admitted later that none of them saw it coming, knew why it had happened or had the foggiest idea what to do about it. Sarah Hogg knew what to do – she blamed the Bank of England, not herself or the Gov’t.

There’s Charlotte’s resilience for you. A result of centuries of privileged troughing and dreadful decisions blamed on anyone but a Hogg when the inevitable explosion happens.

 

 

My copy of the latest issue of the ‘London Review of Books’ arrived this morning and the main feature is a lengthy interview with Tariq Ali. Tariq does what he always does if he’s given media coverage – he bangs on at very great length about his revolutionary writing, his revolutionary thinking, his revolutionary actions and then provides a long analysis of why a revolution has not happened in the UK at any time during the last 6o years whilst Tariq has been working so hard to elicit one. Of course Tariq also mentions that his grandfather was the Prime Minister of the Punjab – but that their house was always full to the rafters with barefoot revolutionaries – and his time at Oxford, which only happened because his mum told him to go there.

Tariq drops the names of all the right people, reminisces about establishing ‘Black Dwarf’, mentions Vietnam and 1968 a few times and remembers that he knew a woman from Wales who planned to set up terrorist cells across Wales. Tariq has quite a good knowledge of north west Wales because he was a friend of Bertrand Russell, who spent the last part of his life living near Penrhyndeudraeth. Russell completely destroyed many of the members of his immediate family during his lifetime – frequently using the services of Top Doctors to do this – and was horribly sexually exploitative. Read the details in my post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’. Russell was close to many of the paedophiles’ friends of a previous era, the generation just before Dafydd. Because of the way that things work in north Wales, many of Russell’s circle are linked to the paedophiles’ friends of recent years. Tariq Ali undoubtedly knew some of what was happening in north Wales, being acquainted with Russell, figures on the left and London life in the 60s, 70s and 80s.

You could have started the revolution if you had really wanted Tariq. All you needed to have done – like Angie Gliddon – was to grass up the criminals and the enormity of the crimes that Thatcher’s Gov’t was concealing. But that would have meant landing some of your less scrupulous mates in it because they were involved as well…

I’ve named everyone involved on this blog Tariq. I don’t ask readers for payment to access the info, it’s all here, free to anyone who wants to read it. I’ll come and join you when you open the revolution. If Mike Mansfield’s going to be joint-Che with you, let me know and I’ll bring the girls and gallons of champagne that Mr Mansfield needs to sustain himself whilst he’s being all leftie and radical. I presume that the revolution will be taking place near an agreeable restaurant? And of course within spitting distance of St Tommy’s Hospital, lest the UK’s finest Top Docs are needed should anyone be taken ill with revolutionary fervour, too much champers or high living. Ah – that’s the problem isn’t it – the revolution will involve a few sacrifices and a deal thrashed out with some of the most privileged people in the UK.

I won’t hold my breath…

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Feet In Chains

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

Yma O Hyd!

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

 

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

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova!

 

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

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

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

You bet that I am.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cliff was a friend of Cilla’s.

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

 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The vicious paedophile gang which murdered witnesses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

This was the modus operandi of Gwynne the lobotomist.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know’.

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

 

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know.’

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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Cry, The Beloved Country

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Duncan Orme

 

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

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

 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova.

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

Ronnie Waterhouse also took holidays with Leon and Diana Brittan.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

 

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

 

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

 

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

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

Caaaaam on….

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Anyone for concealing child abuse?

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Want more Top Docs? Caaaaam on….

 

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The Banality Of Evil

I have previously detailed how bare-faced lies were documented about me and other patients by the mental health services in north Wales and a perusal of our records demonstrated quite clearly that on numerous occasions the staff were well aware that they were documenting fallacies, just as they cheerfully perjured themselves in attempts to secure convictions against patients who had made serious complaints. My recent posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’ and ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ provided accounts of how serious complaints that I made were simply never investigated yet various managers then wrote to me telling me that their investigations had not upheld my complaints; how managers either ignored correspondence from the Mental Health Act Commission or lied to Commissioners; how patients were repeatedly lied to when they attempted to follow up complaints and were told that accounts provided by third parties who had witnessed wrongdoing had not been received whilst those accounts were lying in files with instructions not to reply to the witnesses; how the solution for dealing with patients who produced evidence of serious wrongdoing was to serve them with High Court injunctions preventing them from writing repeatedly to follow up complaints and then to prosecute them and declare that representation from those patients could be ignored because they were, after all, lying criminals.

In ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ I provided details of documentation in my medical records that was fairly obviously forged, amended at a later date or at the very least not compiled on the dates given.

The staff of the mental health services in north Wales were characterised not only by their callous, brutal treatment of patients but by their callous, brutal treatment of each other – I have given previous examples of staff being unfairly dismissed, having nervous breakdowns, committing suicide and the claims of one female member of staff who worked with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team leaving the area after she was sexually assaulted by one of her male colleagues following her complaint of workplace bullying. The culture within the health and welfare sector in north Wales was – and remains -toxic.

So here are a few more gems from the records that my lawyers managed to obtain after the mental health services unlawfully witheld them for the best part of 25 years and a few more names of people who knew just how serious the criminality was and who should now be speaking to the police.

 

On 7 Jan 1991 a Debra Lewis made a note regarding me phoning Gwynedd Health Authority and telling her that I had been told by my colleagues in London that a sleazy looking person had turned up saying that he had come to serve court papers on me. I remember this well – I was working in London but had gone away for a few days and my colleagues and my house mates in London contacted me to say that a rather dodgy man in possession of a stack of papers was looking for me. I presumed that it would be something to do with Gwynedd Health Authority – the bailiffs used by the courts often looked as though they were on their uppers – so I rang in order to find out what was happening. Gwynedd Health Authority told me that they had no idea what I was talking about so I rang Hempsons, the MDU solicitors. Hempsons refused to discuss anything at all with me. Debra Lewis’s note explained that the seedy looking man was indeed in pursuit of me after Gwynedd Health Authority had ordered him to serve papers on me, but she explained in her note how everybody was to lie to me and profess complete ignorance of what was happening. So what was the outcome of this stupidity? Well the sleazy man tracked me down to where I was staying – with relatives in the west country, so I presume that once more someone had unlawfully accessed a confidential database in order to find those details, because I hadn’t given them to anyone – and the sleazebag served the papers on a relative of mine. Unlawfully. When the seedy old bailiff realised that the person to whom he’d just handed the bundle wasn’t me, he panicked…

Why everybody felt obliged to lie to me about this I do not know. I wasn’t trying to escape the country, I was trying to find out what on earth was going on. But it was business as usual – a stream of lies, the telling of which was faithfully recorded in the records that these people unlawfully refused to hand over every time that I or my lawyers requested them.

In the early months of 1991 I finally got so fed up of the threats, the harassment and being bullied out of jobs when it was discovered that I had dared take on Dafydd and the paedophiles that I sought a barrister’s opinion. I was told that I had a case against the NHS for false imprisonment and trespass to the person. What happened over the next few months was exactly what happened on the two occasions since when I have tried to begin legal action against the mental health services – crucial papers disappeared and then even the lawyers did as well. One barrister in north Wales who provided his opinion but after which everything inexplicably fizzled out – Wyn Williams – was married to a psychiatric nurse in the Ablett Unit. The senior psychiatrist in the Ablett Unit at the time was Dr Neil Davies. Who was Dafydd’s colleague at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and was involved in falsely imprisoning me….

On 22 March 1991 Alun Davies wrote to Tracey Jones, a lawyer employed by AJ Beale – the legal firm in the Welsh Office who also employed the corrupt lawyer Andrew Park who documented that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Tony Francis (Dr X) were lying about my alleged assaults on people but was happy to begin proceedings against me nonetheless – re my proposed action against Gwynedd Health Authority for false imprisonment and trespass to the person. Davies explained to Tracey Jones that Gwynedd could not be held responsible because it was Clwyd Health Authority who managed the North Wales Hospital and held Dafydd’s contract. Davies had failed to explain that although Dafydd was employed by Clwyd, he held clinics in Gwynedd and had beds at Ysbyty Gwynedd – and that I had been unlawfully detained in Ysbyty Gwynedd and told by Tony Francis that Dafydd was now my doctor. It was indeed in Ysbyty Gwynedd where I first encountered Dafydd. Furthermore, I had been unlawfully arrested in Ysbyty Gwynedd no less – on the orders of Dafydd – and then been taken to the North Wales Hospital, where I had been held illegally. The North Wales Hospital was used for patients from Gwynedd and Clwyd. So Gwynedd were pretty bloody culpable but began wriggling desperately when I mentioned legal action.

On 23 April 1991 Alun Davies wrote to Tracey Jones to confirm that Dr Neil Davies was the RMO for Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital, where I had been illegally imprisoned. Davies also admitted that Dafydd  ‘still provides a service to Gwynedd’.

On 20 May 1991 Alun Davies writes to Mrs T.L. Jones – who as far as I can work out is the Tracey Jones to whom Davies had written just days previously in AJ Beale’s firm, but who was now working for DG Lambert, Solicitor, Crown Buildings, Cathays Park. DG Lambert was obviously another legal firm working for the Welsh Office, but I don’t know why they were involved at that point, particularly as Andrew Park of AJ Beale’s company had not gone anywhere. Park continued to send me threatening letters and ‘advise’ the paedophiles’ friends as to how to secure convictions against me. Davies explained to Tracey Jones the latest problem that he had with me – that I had now written to Huw Thomas, the General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority. Tracey came up with the usual solution and wrote back to Davies telling him that she would write to me and threaten me with court action if I did not stop writing to Gwynedd Health Authority.

In spring 1991, under John Major’s NHS modelled on business principles, the idiot Davies was no longer styled as ‘Priority Services Administrator’, but was now ‘Business, Planning and Contracts Manager’. Such was the fuckwittery of every NHS reorganisation – the same old crooks and fools were left in place and given new job titles. Older readers will remember the Tories ‘internal market’ which they imposed upon the NHS. Ooh yes, GPs and managers would be able to buy services from the best provider, thereby increasing patient choice and enabling patients to ‘shop around’ for the best care. What happened in north Wales? Hilarious, Gwynedd Health Authority took out full page adverts in the local papers explaining that they would be buying mental health services from – Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital! How Brown and me laughed. Here’s your choice under the Tories’ internal market – Dafydd and the paedophiles. Again.

When I mentioned this to the fat fool Davies, he snapped at me that in north Wales there wasn’t any choice. Yes, I had noticed – I escaped to London and was still told that Dafydd was my doctor. Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School told me to go back to north Wales for ‘care’, even though Eastman had been told by his colleague Dr Robin Jacobson that Dafydd had described me as ‘attractive and seductive’, that Dafydd ‘had a soft spot for me’ and that Jacobson had noticed that Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘lost their boundaries’ (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Escaping from Dafydd trying to get his leg over? We’ll say nothing about the perjury taking place in an attempt to imprison you and when the case collapses we’ll send you back to Dafydd whilst telling everyone that you’re the dangerous one…

‘There was no evidence of any criminal conspiracy in north Wales with people outside of the region in order to conceal sexual abuse.’

The criminal conspiracy of course had begun back in 1987, when Dr James Earp of the Towers Hospital Leicester had colluded with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Gwynedd Social Services after the first time that I had been unlawfully detained and exposed to Dafydd’s highly inappropriate conduct (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

What else happened in the early months of 1991? My friend who worked at the Royal Television Society who knew what had happened to me in north Wales and who wanted to make a documentary about it was unlawfully dismissed and blacklisted – her husband who worked at the BBC was told by his boss that they would make sure that he ‘never worked in this town again’. He was transferred to Manchester and made redundant some months later. Another friend of mine from our Bangor days who was working for a pharmaceutical company in Kent found that he was driven  out of his job as well. Brown discovered that his colleagues had been told by someone that ‘he could not be trusted around children’. Then the workplace harassment of Brown at Aston University began in earnest.

The other thing that happened in early 1991 was that my solicitor – who was amazingly supportive – had done his best to secure what he thought would be an independent second opinion in the face of the constant charges brought against me by the north Wales mental health services. My solicitor found someone called David Mawson who was certainly pleasant and friendly and didn’t conduct himself in the manner of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Doctors Who Disappeared From The Medical Register’), but I have now found out that Dr Mawson knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles and like absolutely everybody else he was not going to say a word about their criminal activities. Everyone took the same view – the solution here is to stress that it is the patients who are the problem not a bunch of professionally qualified gangsters who are into serious organised crime. Documents in my possession show that Alun Davies and Tony Francis (Dr X) made it their business to contact David Mawson without my or my solicitor’s knowledge or consent and ask him what he was going to say in his report….

 

Documents in my possession show that after they feared that I was going to sue, Gwynedd and Clwyd simply sent letters back and forth to the lawyers in the Welsh Office in which everybody claimed that it wasn’t them who had been responsible for my unlawful arrest and detention. The Welsh Office’s solution? Threaten me with legal action to stop me writing to anyone. Meanwhile, crucial evidence – such as the identity of Ann Williams, the one honest social worker who was a key witness (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’) and documentation – was witheld.

I suspect that it might have been at about this time that Alun Davies et al forged the documentation that I detailed in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’. Gwynedd Health Authority knew that if I began legal action against them at some point, documentation could be extracted by a High Court order – as indeed it was many years later – and all would be revealed. So a load of paperwork was compiled to make it look as though legal procedures had been followed in 1988-89 when Professor Robert Owen (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’) at the Welsh Office conspired with Professor Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry to conceal the wrongdoing of Dr Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services and Dafydd (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

 

By the spring of 1991 the authorities were having great trouble convincing everyone that something terrible was not happening in north Wales. Former residents of children’s homes were being found dead at an alarming frequency and some members of staff of the children’s homes had been convicted of violent and/or sexual assaults on children. There had been many more allegations of abuse which had been dismissed as untrue. From spring 1991 matters snowballed.

In May-June 1991, the by now sacked Gwynedd social worker Alison Taylor took her allegations that children in care were being abused to Wrexham Councillor Dennis Parry. On 10th June 1991 Wrexham Labour Councillors Dennis Parry and Malcolm King held a crisis meeting with John Jevons, the Director of Social Services for Clwyd County Council. On 17th July 1991 a letter was sent to the Chief Constable of North Wales stating that there were allegations circulating that a paedophile ring was in operation in the children’s homes of north Wales. On 30th July 1991 yet another member of staff of the children’s homes in north Wales was convicted of rape and indecent assault.

On 2nd August 1991 the North Wales Police launched an investigation into Clwyd children’s homes. In Sept Wrexham Councillor Dennis Parry contacted ‘The Independent’ newspaper, alleging a North Wales Police ‘cover up’. On 19 Sept 1991 Dennis Parry met journalist Dean Nelson at a London hotel and on 26 Sept 1991 HTV screened a film outlining complaints about Nefyn Dodd, the manager of the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor. On 12 Oct Dean Nelson met Alison Taylor at her home in Bangor and on 7 Nov 1991 ‘The Independent’ newspaper formally commissioned Dean to report on the North Wales allegations.

On 14 Nov 1991 police warned Alison Taylor about ‘contacting witnesses’. On 30 Nov Frank Beck, the Leicester social worker and associate of Greville Janner, received three life sentences for the abuse of children in his care. There were links between the Leicester gang and the gang in north Wales… On 1 Dec 1991 the ‘The Independent on Sunday’ published an article about child abuse in North Wales. North Wales Police merged the Clwyd and Gwynedd child abuse inquiries on 2 Dec 1991 and on 6 Dec two former kids in care in north Wales launched a joint compensation claim against Clwyd County Council.

 

So who in high office presided over this carnage? The Secretary of State for Wales during this time was none other than this blog’s friend David Hunt who had already loyally served the paedophiles’ friends for years (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

The Secretary of State for Health was William Waldegrave and the Secretary of State for Social Security was Tony Newton. Alison Taylor had previously written to Newton on 28 Feb 1988 and described a brutal assault that she had witnessed on a child in care.

 

The havoc and concerns in north Wales continued throughout 1992. Two former residents of north Wales children’s homes Heath Kelvin Jones and Barry Williams were found dead in their bedsits/flats. In Jan and Feb Dean Nelson continued seeking evidence regarding the paedophile gang in north Wales.

On 15 March 1992 police arrested sixteen men and one woman in dawn raids in and around Wrexham. All but one of these had once worked at Bryn Estyn. ‘No child pornography’ was found and there was ‘no evidence’ of any paedophile ring. By the end of that day the police had no alternative but to release twelve of the sixteen without bringing any charges. Of the four that remained – Stephen Norris, Peter Howarth, Paul Wilson and David Birch – only Norris made any admissions.

On 9 April 1992 John Major won the General Election. Just days later, Adrian Johns died along with Mabel Roberts, Paul ‘Tony’ Jones, Tim Sharpe and Andrew Manners when a firebomb was thrown into a building where a party was taking place in Brighton. Two people – AIDS counsellor Mabel Roberts and Andrew Manners – died from multiple injuries trying to jump to safety. Seven people managed to escape by clambering down a drainpipe at the back of the building. One, Tim Sharpe, fell to his death after losing his grip. Several people were impaled on the spiked railings as they jumped to safety from the upstairs windows. Adrian Johns, 32, and another man, Paul ‘Tony’ Jones, 33, remained trapped in the flat and died of smoke inhalation. Their bodies were so badly charred that they had to be identified by dental records. A number of those caught in the fire had been in care in north Wales. Days later the man who allegedly confessed to starting the fire was found dead. One survivor claimed that witnesses to the abuse of children in north Wales were being murdered. This man was later found dead after giving evidence at one of the trials of John Allen. For full details of the fire and its aftermath, see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’.

On 13 Sept 1992 a story about the abuse of kids in care in north Wales was published by ‘The Observer’. On 17 Sept Mark Humphreys and Steven Messham appeared on TV and accused Gordon Anglesea of abusing them whilst they had been in care in north Wales. Carl Holden watched them at home on television and then telephoned the BBC. During Oct-Nov 1992 Carl Holden was visited by BBC journos and on 30 Nov the BBC filmed Carl Holden accusing Gordon Anglesea of abuse.

Anglesea subsequently sued HTV, ‘Private Eye’, ‘The Observer’ and the Indie on Sunday for libel and in 1994 was awarded nearly £400k damages (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). Shortly after giving evidence at the trial, Mark Humphreys was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in which he lived in Wrexham. In 2016 Gordon Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of children in care in north Wales.

 

So I was interested to discover from my medical files that on 12 Nov 1992 Alun Davies wrote to Rob Evans, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services, demanding that an approved social worker should be allocated for the specific purpose of being on hand to ‘assess’ me, because they never knew when I might require sectioning under the Mental Health Act. Who did Davies ask to perform this service? A Terence James, as recommended by Tony Francis.

Terence James was one of Dafydd’s mates. Whilst I was in the North Wales Hospital being unlawfully imprisoned and threatened, Dafydd called upon the services of Terence James to section me – after I had been unlawfully arrested and held for three weeks. So why did Dafydd need to do this? Because the next day I was due to appear at Bangor Magistrates Court on a charge of assaulting a junior doctor. I was pleading not guilty because I hadn’t assaulted him – unbeknown to me, the doctor himself had admitted this and the charges were going to be formally withdrawn but no-one told me that. Dafydd and the paedophiles’ knew though and thus sectioned me the day before I was due to appear in court. So I was taken in the clutches of Angels across to Bangor Magistrates Court, told when I arrived that the charges had been dropped – and was taken straight back to the North Wales Hospital because Terence James had sectioned me the night before. James had sectioned me on the grounds that I was suicidal – he agreed with the charge nurse Mike Williams that the atmosphere on Bryn Golau Ward was ‘difficult and oppressive’ and that was why I had become suicidal. So there was only one answer – I had to stay in the ‘oppressive’ atmosphere which had made me suicidal….Just to emphasise how important it was for me to stay banged up, Dafydd contributed his ha’porth – I was ‘excitable and potentially dangerous’. Which is hardly consistent with being depressed and suicidal, but when did coherent thought ever have a role to play with this lot? For details of the conflicting evidence, the lies and the fuckwittery, see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE ‘.

When I was in Bryn Golau Ward in the North Wales Hospital, because the paedophiles’ friends were indulging in their usual practice of refusing to identify themselves, every time that I found out who one of them actually was, I made a note of it. I had a list of the guilty parties on a sheet of paper on my pillow. One day it disappeared. Just like that. However, I’ve found it! It turned up in my medical files! So a helpful Angel must have swiped that when they realised that I was identifying the culprits. One of the names on my list was ‘Terence James, social worker’.

I had no idea in Nov 1992 that Davies and Francis were trying to persuade one of the paedophiles’ friends to be on stand by until they gave him the signal to bang me up again. However I note from my records that Terence James was ‘unwilling to make himself available’. I wonder if Terence was a bit shaken by the police investigations and newspaper exposes regarding matters in north Wales?

Terence would have good reason to be. I have discovered that Terence was a member of the Aberconwy social work team. The Aberconwy team were rather heavily implicated in the abuse of children. From 1987, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services – whilst the paedophile gang carried out business unhindered – responsible for the Children’s Section was Rob Evans, who had been the Area Officer for Aberconwy since November 1984. Rob Evans had graduated in Social Sciences from Leicester University and obtained his CQSW in 1976. Whilst Evans was in Leicester, the paedophile gang involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner were busy and were being concealed by a number of people in Leicester University (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1992 Rob Evans was appointed Assistant Director (Mental Health) in Gwynedd.

No wonder Terence didn’t introduce himself when he imprisoned me in Bryn Golau Ward – and no wonder my piece of paper with Terence’s name on disappeared.

‘We didn’t know.’

‘There was no evidence of any criminal conspiracy.’

Some witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry were not considered credible because they consistently misidentified staff whom they claimed had assaulted them.

It was all a pack of lies to claim compensation!!!!

 

In April 1992 Virginia Bottomley took over as Secretary of State for Health and Peter Lilley took over as Secretary of State for Social Security. Anyone remember Peter Lilley’s ‘little list’ of all the social security scroungers whom he wanted to eliminate? You bloody idiot Lilley, just look at what was happening to the ‘scroungers’ at the hands of a bunch of white collar serious criminals.

 

Now here’s the name of someone else who has info for the police – Bethan Jones, who was working as Dafydd’s secretary in March 1993. Dafydd’s secretaries didn’t hang around for long because he used to do things like ask them to dress up and come to work wearing ‘a brief mini skirt and smokey grey stockings because that’s my favourite’.

#ME TOO!!

Except in wasn’t a case of #Me Too, these snivelling invertebrates freely admitted to each other that they were leaving because they couldn’t bear Dafydd propositioning them – and worse – but on every occasion that a patient described similarly offensive conduct from Dafydd, the same invertebrates were happy to do as they were told and complain about these dangerous patients making ‘wild allegations’ about Dr DA Jones and oooh they were ever so frightened and they thought that the deranged patient in question was probably going to ‘attack’ them. If any patient ever attacked a member of staff it will have been in self-defence.

Another man who might have been up to no good with the patients at the North Wales Hospital was Frank Riley. He was some sort of occupational therapist. I didn’t have the pleasure of the Frank Riley Experience myself, but I did hear about him. From female patients. I was told by a male Angel that Frank Riley was ‘a sex symbol for the over 60s’ in Denbigh. Frank could have been innocent – Dr David Healy used to have a following when he was younger and I don’t think that he was indulging in Dafydd-like pursuits – but in my experience, much of the ‘harassment’ that staff in north Wales were alleged to be receiving from patients was actually sparked off by the conduct of the staff themselves.  If Frank Riley wasn’t sexually exploiting patients himself he knew people who were.

 

Previous posts have mentioned Bob Ingham, a thug of a CPN employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. In 1988 Slob Ingham dragged me along a corridor and injured me. Whilst telling me that he was Keith Fearns. I only found out that Slob had misidentified himself after I tried to make a complaint about him assaulting me. I told Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, that Keith Fearns had just assaulted me and Jeff told me that I was lying because ‘Keith Fearns isn’t in work today’. I later found out that my assailant had been Slob.

My medical records reveal exactly why Keith Fearns wasn’t in work that day – he was on strike. Along with the rest of the social workers in Gwynedd. Whilst it is tempting to observe that for once the patients would have been safe if the paedophiles and their friends were on strike, they weren’t because Slob assaulted them instead.

The notes that Slob made on that day refer to a Mrs Nancy Jones and a Mrs Crowley being the only other people in the building. Perhaps Mrs Nancy Jones and Mrs Crowley would like to make a statement re Slob assaulting me, they could hardly have missed it. I don’t know Mrs Crowley, but I do remember Nancy. Nancy was an utter incompetent who for a long while worked as Tony Francis’s receptionist in Ysbyty Gwynedd. Nancy was rude to patients and she kept screwing up the appointments – so people wouldn’t receive their appointment through the post until after the salient date had come and gone. Francis knew that Nancy was doing this because so many people complained about her. So he did what he seemed to have done a great deal of – he was charm itself to the patients and their relatives, told them that it would never happen again and then fumed and planned revenge. The first bit of ‘evidence’ that Francis sent to the MDU solicitors Hempsons regarding my irrationality and dangerousness was a complaint that I had made about Nancy – after the fouth time that I received a little yellow card through the post telling me that my appointment had been the day before the card arrived.

Being dragged along a corridor was not my only encounter with Slob Ingham. Following that incident, I was partaking of my usual habit ie. reading the newspapers in the supermarket – namely Safeways in Bangor – when I felt a drunken thuggish presence next to me. Then the presence elbowed me and I realised that it was Slob. I asked him what he thought that he was doing and Slob insulted me and walked off. So unsurprisingly I followed him. Slob then told me that he would be calling the police to report me for ‘harassment’. It got better. Slob then supplied a statement to the police explaining that he knew that I was in Safeways (how?? ESP???) and he also knew that his colleague Jackie Brandt was shopping in Safeways at the same time. So in order to stop me ‘attacking Mrs Brandt’, he ‘distracted me’. How I was supposed to have even known that Brandt was shopping in Safeways let alone be getting ready to attack her whilst I was reading ‘The Guardian’ I cannot fathom. Furthermore, if danger was really imminent the most sensible course would have been for Brandt to do her shopping somewhere else. This incident was faithfully logged as yet another occasion on which a paedophiles’ friend narrowly escaped with their lives after a chance encounter with me.

Brandt appeared in court on several occasions and perjured herself in an attempt to secure convictions against me, on one occasion with Slob, Keith Fearns and their partner in crime Maggie Fookes, on another with Keith Fearns and in 1993 by herself (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). On one occasion Brandt started crying after my solicitor demonstrated that I had not – as she alleged – screamed and yelled at her, indeed I hadn’t even spoken to her. I was fined £60 quid for looking at her. Yes, honestly – Gwynfor Evans, the Chairman of Bangor Magistrates Bench, claimed that by looking at Brandt I had caused her to feel fear and distress as defined under the Public Order Act. Gwynfor was a retired bank manager from Holyhead. God knows what sort of decisions Gwynfor was making when he managed the bank. He also deported an overseas student at Bangor University who nicked a credit card from another student. Gwynfor was quoted in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ as saying ‘this is what we call organised crime and we will not tolerate that in Bangor’. I showed the article to Brown’s brother and he pissed himself laughing and said ‘organised crime, that’s the Mafia isn’t it?’

Well Gwynfor, I’ve got news for you – there was organised crime in Bangor, Dafydd and his mistress Lucille Hughes were running a paedophile ring with interests in drug dealing and child porn. But Gwynfor almost certainly knew that at the time, which was why he was fining the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles £60 for looking at them in Safeways. I don’t know whether Gwynfor simply just worked in Holyhead or whether he lived there as well, but the children in the children’s home in Holyhead were being abused.

In May 1993 John Redwood took over as Secretary of State for Wales.

In the summer of 1993 an exceptional cousin of mine who had a place to do a PhD with Stephen Hawking found that his career was unexpectedly derailed (see comments following my post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies – of moments of madness and looking for badgers fame (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) – was appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Wales.

 

Just weeks after I was find £60 for looking at Jackie Brandt, I had yet another encounter with Slob Ingham. I was standing in a corridor at Ysbyty Gwynedd chatting to an Angel, when Slob advanced towards us and stood right next to me glowering at me. He didn’t move until I finished the conversation and I had walked away. I – and other patients – had by then had such a bellyful of the constant aggro from Slob and the gang that we agreed that if we could be fined for looking at them whilst they continued to conduct themselves like this, it left us in a very vulnerable position. So I made representation about Slob and two other patients backed me up, having witnessed his intimidation.

My medical records contain a fascinating account of what happened behind the scenes after we complained about Slob. On 30 Nov 1993 Alun Davies wrote a letter about it all. Davies’s letter explained that ‘a member of staff, Mrs Penny Phillips’ witnessed everything and that Penny barely noticed Slob’s presence let alone any silent intimidation.

Penny Phillips was married to another Hergest Unit nurse, Gareth. Gareth Phillips developed back problems a few years later and was unable to continue working as an Angel. I was told by a former member of staff that the North West Wales NHS Trust had ‘looked after Gareth’. This looking after of Gareth consisted of the Trust giving Gareth a job as the RCN rep and in this capacity Gareth obediently gave interviews to the local papers explaining how many psychiatric patients were carrying out violent attacks on Angels after every allegation that there was abuse of patients happening in the Hergest Unit. I never saw Gareth or Penny abuse patients themselves but they certainly knew that some of their colleagues were doing so.

But then Gareth and Penny had an idyllic existence on their smallholding on Ynys Mon with their horses and horses don’t come cheap. What would have happened if the Phillips’s had to live in poverty like the patients?

Alun Davies had certainly prepared for all eventualities after he received representation about Slob. Before he even asked the tame Angel Penny for her opinion, Davies had written to Tony Francis – for his opinion on my ‘mental state’ no less, immediately after Davies received my complaint about Slob. I could see the logic in such a course of action if, for example, an acutely ill patient had complained that there was a spaceship parked in the hospital grounds and he wanted someone to remove it. Even so, the opinion about someone’s ‘mental state’ should be sought with the complainant’s knowledge and consent and in tandem with – or following – an appropriate investigation.

Well if Davies was hoping that Francis was simply going to declare me insane and he could therefore ignore my complaint as the rantings of a lunatic, he was to be disappointed. Francis – for a man, who without my knowledge spent much time and energy sending letters to the BMA, Hempsons and the MDU demanding that I be prosecuted and locked up on the grounds of the enormous imminent danger that I presented to the world – had an interesting response.

On 25 Nov 1993 Francis replied to Davies, but Francis refused to comment on my ‘mental state’. Because it would have been thoroughly unethical? Er, no. Because Francis noted that a member of staff had witnessed the incident – so Francis knew that Penny was on hand to lie – and that it was important ‘therapeutically’ for people to view this situation sensitively and ‘through [my] eyes’.

I suspect that the reason why Francis had not done the usual – put on his jackboots and told Davies that I should be ignored because I was nuts – was because they had already been stung after using this approach. After I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist’s lechery at the Student Health Centre at UCNW (Bangor University), the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood had tried the ‘you’re mad and we’re right’ approach and it backfired. Brown was livid and wrote to them as well, we gained evidence of complaints by other students against Gwynne the lobotomist, we contacted the Students Union so they all began crapping themselves up there (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’) and eventually we wrote to the Vice-Chancellor.

So obviously a different approach had to be adopted – particularly, as with the students at Bangor University a few years before, there was no shortage of people ready to testify as to Slob’s previous.

 

The police investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales ended in 1993. The North Wales Police claimed to have found ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring, just a ‘few evil men’. Which is odd because I found absolutely scores of evil men and as many evil women as well, so obviously the North Wales Police weren’t looking in the right places. They obviously were just searching behind the cushions instead of in the NHS, the BMA, the GMC, the MDU, Hempsons, the social services, MIND, the Samaritans, the County Councils, the Houses of Parliament, the Magistrates Courts, the Crown Courts, the High Courts and their own police stations. Easy to miss I suppose.

 

My records show that on 20 Jan 1994, Alun Davies sent a memo to Rob Evans, Slob, Ella Fisk (the nurse who ran the very popular day centre), Jeff Crowther (a nurse manager), Keith Fearns (the thug who was leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team), Jackie Brandt and Bruce Napier (a clinical psychologist who had a much nicer manner with the patients than did most of his colleagues and who for a while had a management role at the Hergest Unit). The memo purports to have been sent by Alun Davies but it is signed D. Parsons. The memo states that there is a ‘need to discuss the issues’ raised in Jackie Brandt’s letter to Bruce Napier of 23 Dec 1993 and Brandt’s solicitor’s letter to me.

There is no copy of any letter from Brandt to Bruce Napier in my files, but Brandt did send me a solicitor’s letter at about this time. I had been in Bangor on a Saturday morning and had walked past her and her husband in Bangor High Street, near the clock which is in the main thoroughfare through Bangor town centre. About 30 mins later I passed them again in the shopping centre. Brandt’s solicitor accused me of following her – although it was Brandt’s husband who breached the peace by shaking his fist at me and shouting. Bangor is a small town and if one is in town at the same time as someone else, it is highly likely that you’ll see that person – particularly near the clock where you have to pass to get from one end of the town to the other or in the shopping centre. There is only one shopping centre and it doesn’t have that many shops in it.  It would be possible to miss someone if one of you was visiting the cathedral because that’s at the other end of town, but go to Bangor on a Saturday morning in a car or on the bus to do some shopping and you’ll all end up in pretty much the same place. As my solicitor explained to Brandt when she threw a hissy fit and her husband shook his fist at me.

As for Brandt’s letter to Bruce Napier, I never saw it, but I was told that Brandt hit the roof because I walked past her in a corridor in the Hergest Unit. Brandt explained to Bruce that she had been with ‘a reluctant paranoid client’ – yes, that was Jackie Brandt being nice about a client – and just the sight of me could have had a deleterious effect on this ‘reluctant paranoid client’. As opposed to her mate Slob dragging them down a corridor or Brandt illegally detaining them in Ysbyty Gwynedd where Dafydd then shuts himself in a room with them and talks about sex with no prompting. After seeing me in the corridor, Jackie Brandt declared that she would no longer be prepared to attend Ysbyty Gwynedd lest she see me there again.

Brandt clearly pushed the boat out on this occasion. Not only had she sent me a solicitor’s letter and banged on to Bruce Napier about a reluctant paranoid client, but Brandt had also made contact with Gwynedd County Council’s legal dept – the legal dept that employed the crooked lawyer Ron Evans, who’s assistance not only kept a lot of people out of prison after the Jillings Report caused everything to hit the fan and was then followed by the Waterhouse Inquiry, but who was also involved in the rigged court case in Chester in July 1990 when Lucille, Fearns, Brandt, Slob and Maggie Fookes tried to have me imprisoned by perjury par excellence (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

 

Brandt ‘advised’ Ron Evans and Gwynedd’s legal dept that Slob was ‘subject to a spurious complaint’ from me and referred to my ‘abusive behaviour’  which, according to Brandt, was interfering with Slob’s ‘clinical work’ no less.

The correspondence regarding the terrible threat that I presented to Jackie and Slob and the need to have a meeting to discuss it – on Jan 24 1994 – was CC’d to Mrs J. Hughes, legal dept and to Rob Evans, the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services.

I presume that Mrs J Hughes was Janet Hughes, of Gwynedd County Council’s legal dept. Although Gwynedd County Council was a separate body from the various incarnations that the NHS in north Wales passed through, they were always happy to put their heads together in their efforts to shaft patients. Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer employed by the Welsh Office – who’s lawyers the NHS used – wrote to Gwynedd County Council and asked them to ‘share information’ with him because he thought that the injunction which Gwynedd County Council obtained against me was ‘more favourable in its terms’ than the injunction that Gwynedd Health Authority obtained.

It certainly was – the reason why I was a punchbag for Fearns and Brandt was that after my second letter of complaint to Gwynedd Social Services about Brandt unlawfully detaining me, Lucille Hughes asked Ron Evans to obtain an injunction against me preventing me from writing to anyone in Gwynedd Social Services or visiting any of their properties. Park wanted to know how they obtained such a wonderful and far reaching injunction. Easy. Brandt and Fearns lied their arses off on oath and Ron Evans took the request before a judge in Leeds, a paedophiles’ friend called Sir John Kay (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). So Brandt and Fearns did whatever they wanted and I could not even make written representation, unless I splashed out for a lawyer and paid them to write to Gwynedd Social Services on my behalf.

Ron Evans seems to have been on tap quite regularly. Ron had a trademark signature, a distinctive R which was underlined – it appears on a number of NHS documents concerning me to which Ron should had not have had access. Ron was also on hand to advise when Alun Davies and Tony Francis tried to entrap me over the phone – Ron was advising them on which recording equipment to invest in.

It was Ron’s wife who told me that Ron kept the paedophile gang out of prison – I worked with her at Bangor University. She had no idea that he had tried to have me imprisoned and it was a while before I realised that her husband was the Ron who had caused me such problems.  She told me that Ron was the best and they all used to go to him for advice. Well he was not as daft as the rest of them, I’ll give him that. I’ve got documents that were forged by Ron and they are far superior to Alun Davies’s efforts at forgery (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Ron remembered to sign them, he was careful to get the date right when he pre or post dated them AND he forged the Gwynedd Health Authority stamp with the appropriate date on. So how do I know that Ron forged them? Because unlike Ron, the silly fuckers who were finally forced to hand my records over to my lawyer in 2005 or see Keith Thomson – the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust – go to prison for contempt of court, handed the whole lot over without sifting through them when my lawyer sent the bailiffs in to search all the Trust buildings and seize everything relating to me. So all the documents that Ron would have had the brains to remove were handed over as well – the original copies, the plans and the instructions to people to lie in court.

I’ve got the lot Ron!

 

Following Penny Phillips’ bearing false witness and Alun Davies writing to me telling me that Slob Ingham had not tried to hassle me in any way whatever, I and another patient decided to take this further in the light of the number of patients who had told us about the naked abuse and aggression that they had experienced from Slob. One family told us how on a ‘home visit’ Slob threatened to hit a member of the family, his ‘client’. The family were so frightened of Slob that they were locking themselves in their house. We had all had years of getting absolutely nowhere with the mental health services no matter what had happened to us, so I suggested that we should go outside of the mental health services, above their heads. I discovered that there was a Director of Nursing for the Gwynedd Community Health Trust, a Nerys Owen, who was probably not a psychiatric nurse and I wrote to her.

Nerys wrote back and met both I and another patient. She actually seemed to take the matter very seriously and we noticed that none of the Hergest Unit staff tried their usual fuckwittery in front of Nerys. They were incredibly polite to her, even Slob Ingham kept a civil tongue in his head which I had never seen before or saw since. We had a private meeting with Nerys and told her just how serious some of the allegations against Slob were. She gave us a supply of her business cards and virtually begged the other people who had been threatened and hassled by Slob to get in touch with her. (They wouldn’t – they simply pointed out to us that he knew where they lived, he knew confidential information about them and that he or Fearns and/or another member of the gang could turn up at any point and section them and that would be it. Which is a fair point – someone said to me two years ago ‘you complained about them and look what happened to you’.)

Although our meeting with Nerys left both I and the other patient with the firm impression that Nerys really was doing her best, the truce was short-lived, as I shall explain.

When I obtained my records, I found a copy of the letter that Nerys wrote to Slob after I and the other patient contacted her. On 16 Feb 1994 Nerys wrote to Slob ordering him to a meeting with her on 21 Feb 1994, ‘to discuss in detail comments and complaints that [my name] has made in relation to your behaviour…the areas to discuss with you will be limited to your attitude and behaviour in a professional capacity…my intention is to address issues raised by [my name] and then to move forward endeavouring to create an atmosphere of understanding rather than confrontation which the current situation appears to be’. The letter was CC’d to Alun Davies.

My perception is that Nerys’s letter was excellent. Slob was rude, aggressive and threatening and this was well-known. His attitude towards patients was dreadful and he was also very unpleasant and confrontational with a lot of other staff. Slob, Fearns and the alcoholic alcohol counsellor Tom Harney –  who was another totally abusive member of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – could be seen every day in Safeways in Bangor between 9-30 am and 11-30 am enjoying a cooked breakfast in the cafe. They were supposed to be in their office on duty and incredulous patients who had been told that the Arfon Team were ‘too busy’ to fulfil various simple basic functions would watch this every morning. Then other people would see Slob enjoying a round of golf on the golf course in Bangor on many a weekday afternoon.

The Hergest patients gained the impression that Slob backed off after Nerys intervened. Then came the backlash. Slob did back off, but the other paedophiles’ friends advanced fully armed.

Meanwhile, on 12 May 1994 Labour leader John Smith died unexpectedly after the Top Doctors at Barts just could not revive him after a heart attack. When Smith had his first heart attack, he was absolutely reassured by Top Doctors that the problem was not his heart. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ for details of how the Top Doctors just didn’t seem to get it right with John Smith.

Tony Francis was most interested when he heard me telling everyone at Hergest that I’d just heard on the radio that John Smith had died.

 

Dafydd led the post-Slob charge. He was making constant representations about my very presence in the day centre – where I used to go to meet my friends and for appointments with my key worker, who was by then the Hergest whistleblower and was always very, very helpful. Dafydd made constant demands that I should be legally prevented from going to the Hergest Unit. He put in a complaint literally every time he saw me. Even on the occasion when Dafydd walked through the front door and was traumatised because he saw me sitting on a chair talking to an Angel. Not even Penny Phillips’ witness testimony managed to cause any problems on that occasion.

At about this time the Mental Health Act Commission paid a visit to the Hergest Unit. I and another patient made an appointment to see them. We told them of the suicides, the constant aggression from certain members of staff, the fact that complaints were never investigated – and we also told them about Dafydd’s conduct towards female patients. One of the Commissioners laughed. We asked him what he was laughing at and he told us that he was laughing in despair because he’d heard this so many times.  Jeff Crowther, the nursing manager, sat in on the meeting. He told us later that the second Commissioner, an older lady, had spoken to him after our meeting and had commented that she had been involved in inspections of North Wales Hospital in the 1960s ‘and it was exactly the same story then’.

To remind readers of just a bit of Dafydd’s previous in relation to patients: in 1987 a worker for MIND had collected statements from five female patients all independently stating that they had had a sexual relationship with Dafydd. He cohabited with a number of female patients, at one time with two at once. Dafydd’s conduct towards women, including patients, was the subject of jokes among the staff and many years later I was told by a former social worker who had given up with Gwynedd and walked away that it was an ‘open secret’ that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients. In 1991 Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital documented that Dafydd and Tony Francis had ‘lost their boundaries’ after Dafydd told Jacobson that I was ‘attractive and seductive’ (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’). Jacobson did not tell me that Dafydd had made these comments. In the mid 1990s Alun Davies received a series of anonymous letters about Dafydd and after what was said to me (Davies thought that I was behind the letters) I suspect that Dafydd’s sexual relationships with patients were the topic.

Any comment or a complaint from patients about such matters resulted in it being diligently recorded but not as a complaint. My post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ mentions how even documenting the numerous complaints about Dafydd’s sexual misconduct was said to be ‘publishing libellous material’. Instead comments from patients were recorded and used to demonstrate how mad the patients were.

One the first occasion on which I mentioned Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients Tony Francis was so livid that he documented that I was a ‘very disturbed individual’ and whoever had given me information about Dafydd’s ‘private life’ should be hunted down and sacked. After I raised the subject of Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients with two different members of admin staff at the North Wales Hospital, they passed on my comments ‘behind the scenes’ and Andrew Park made a written note that I was making a nuisance of myself again and that I had to be stopped. My files reveal that on 23 July 1990 Lilian Roberts, a temporary secretary to Dafydd, wrote to Alun Davies after I mentioned Dafydd’s conduct with female patients; that on 23 July 1990 an A. Howells, another secretary or administrator, took a phone call from me about the matter and that on 29 July 1990 a Dr Fear, ‘registrar, psychiatry’, made a note that I had mentioned it to him as well.

What did not happen at any time was any sort of investigation. Finally in about 1995 after I dared raise the subject of Dafydd again, Alun Davies bellowed at me that I should ‘put up and shut up’.

 

The situation was so widely known that it was the subject of piss-taking among patients. One person quipped that when the first female patient tried to report Dafydd they probably refused to document the complaint because she didn’t know the Welsh for ‘rape’. It wouldn’t actually surprise me if someone really had used that excuse.

English immigrants to north Wales who have learnt Welsh will be very familiar with the conversational Welsh course which is taught absolutely everywhere, WLPAN. WLPAN comes highly recommended and is good fun, but you don’t always get the vocabulary that you need to deal with Dafydd. So here’s a quick guide to learning Welsh the Dafydd way. Vocabulary which could be needed includes –

paedophile – pedoffilydd

rape – trais rhywiol

hooker – putain (plural = puteindra)

brothel – putaindy

testicles – carreg gwr (this is a nice one, it translates as ‘men’s stones’)

People who live in Caernarfon will be familiar with ‘Wenglish’, the slang Welsh which contains many English words which many younger people speak. Hence the reference to the need to ‘kick him in the carregs’ as explained to me by one of the bar staff in Wetherspoons one day.

Should pigs ever fly and Dafydd ends up under investigation but tries the Max Clifford excuse as to why he cannot possibly be a sexual predator, the Welsh for ‘small penis’ is ‘pidyn bach’. Just so that everyone understands Dafydd’s excuse of last resort.

Sadly there is a catch for anyone who even learns the appropriate vocab in an attempt to make a complaint about Dafydd. Welsh grammar is complex and difficult (but not as complex and difficult as English grammar) and no doubt if someone arrives at the office of Andrew Park/Alun Davies/Ian Rickard or indeed anyone else and makes their complaint in Welsh, they’ll be told that they haven’t mutated properly and dear oh dear we cannot possibly take down this complaint.

 

I did not hear any more from the Mental Health Act Commissioners, so I presumed that once more complaints about the most serious misconduct had been ignored.

 

On 9 June 1994 the head of Bryn Estyn, Matt Arnold, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. On 13 June the trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s colleague and long time friend – and Paul Wilson on sexual abuse charges began. Howarth was found guilty at Chester Crown Court on 8 July 1994 and was sentenced to 10 years imprisonment. Paul Wilson was acquitted of all charges, although on 28 Nov 1994 Wilson pleaded guilty to three counts of physical assault.

My files show that on 13 June 1994, Ian Rickard replied to a letter from Dafydd re Dafydd’s ‘extreme concern’ regarding the safety of him (Dafydd), his colleagues and patients ‘in relation to the above woman’ (ie. me). This letter was rather different in tone to the letter from Francis a few months earlier, regarding the need to see things through my eyes and show sensitivity to patients’ anxieties. Rickard finished the letter by offering to discuss me with Dafydd any time at Dafydd’s convenience…

On 4 July 1994 Ian Rickard wrote to Francis regarding me bothering Dafydd and the possibility of banning me from the hospital, although here were no examples given of whatever I was supposed to be doing that was causing such distress. Rickard also asks Francis if I should be assessed by a forensic psychiatrist. At this time Rickard’s job description was that of a ‘mental health advisor’ for Gwynedd Community Health Trust.

 

My files contain a copy of a letter from Mrs Joyce Kaye of the Mental Health Act Commission (Maid Marian House, Nottingham) written to Alun Davies on 7 July 1994, reminding Davies that on a visit to Ysbyty Gwynedd the Commissioners had spoken to him about me and asking Davies for an update re his investigation of my concerns.

On 4 Aug 1994, Joyce Kaye from the MHAC wrote to Alun Davies again. This letter was from Joyce on behalf of the Chief Exec of the MHAC and mentioned that it was further to her letters of 7 July 1994 and 12 July 1994 wanting an update on Davies’s investigation of my concerns.

 

In the wider world, on 21 July 1994 Tony Blair became leader of the Opposition. The Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy who is married to a lawyer who was mates with and indeed mentor to so many of those ‘radical lawyers’ who ignored the plight of kids in care and psych patients who were being so seriously abused. Tony and Cherie know many lawyers who are personal injury specialists – who undoubtedly know folk who have worked for the MDU and/or Hempsons.

 

On 26 Aug 1994 Alun Davies wrote a memo which was circulated to Rob Evans, Tony Francis, Keith Fearns, Ella Fisk and Jackie Brandt confirming a meeting on the same day to discuss my ‘present needs’ and to formulate a response to the Mental Health Act Commission.

The one really helpful person – my keyworker, the Hergest whistleblower – was not invited to the meeting to discuss my ‘needs’. Yet Fearns and Brandt – who had made it crystal clear that they hated me and had even lied on oath a few times in their attempts to have me imprisoned – had been invited to discuss my ‘needs’.  Fearns and Brandt had no part in my ‘care’ – although they were invited to nearly every meeting and CC’d into confidential letters about me.

On 1 Sept 1994 Alun Davies wrote to Joyce Kaye, giving details of my ‘care’ – presumably on a separate sheet, because I do not have those details. Alun Davies also told Mrs Kaye that Rob Evans – the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services – would meet with me.

Rob Evans had graduated in Social Sciences from Leicester University and obtained his CQSW in 1976. Whilst Evans was in Leicester, the paedophile gang involving Frank Beck and Greville Janner was concealed by a number of people at Leicester University (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’). In 1992 Rob Evans was appointed Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services (Mental Health).

I was told that my meeting with Rob Evans was to discuss the constant aggro between Brandt, Fearns and me. However Rob didn’t discuss that. Instead Rob gave me a tutorial on ‘changing social work practice’. He explained that what was once acceptable is not any more. As an example, Rob Evans explained that when he used to take children into care, he would take their shoes away because if he didn’t they would run off. (People who had been in care in north Wales explained when they were adults that they had tried to run away from the beatings and the buggery but social workers took their shoes away so they couldn’t escape.) Rob told me that he knew some people in north Wales hated him but he didn’t care because he knew that he had done the right thing by taking their kids into care because they didn’t know how to look after them. I spent a long while wondering whether Rob Evans was just stupid, but I have come to the conclusion that he is pure bloody evil.

I last saw Rob Evans just before I left Bangor, in Tesco no less. When he saw me he told me that if ‘arrassed him he’d call the police.

Rob Evans made a record of his meeting with me and what happened afterwards. After meeting me, Evans held a meeting with Keith Fearns and asked Fearns what he wanted him (Evans) to do with me. Fearns replied ‘lock her up’. Evans documented that he told Fearns that wasn’t possible. Fearns repeated ‘lock her up’. Evans recorded that there was no solution to this situation and because he was being transferred to a new role the following day the matter would no longer be his responsibility.

When Rob Evans gave evidence to the Waterhouse Inquiry he explained that after running the children’s services in Gwynedd, he transferred to mental health. Rob told Waterhouse that the mental health services in north west Wales had been recognised as being among the best in Europe. But then Dafydd kept appearing in the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ describing himself as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’.

For the details on Rob and his child molesting colleagues, see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’.

 

In the autumn of 1994 Dafydd was writing to the MDU making ludicrous allegations, such as that I had thrown a rock through the glass door of his house at 3 am one morning, for which he did not have a shred of evidence (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). When Dafydd described events that had actually taken place as opposed to those events he described which had simply never happened at all, it was the actions of people other than me that Dafydd detailed. But nonetheless, Dafydd knew that I was the wicked genius behind it all. It was certainly true that Dafydd was the subject of much piss-taking and the butt of many jokes, but I didn’t need to encourage anyone to do that, Dafydd himself was quite sufficient. One example of ‘criminal damage’ to Dafydd’s Range Rover with which the MDU was supplied occurred when a Hergest patient drew a cartoon and carefully tucked it under one of the windscreen wipers. The incident had arisen because a group of patients had watched Dafydd arrive at the hospital, park illegally, ignore the pleas of the parking attendant – who was actually one of the patients, a man called Emlyn (one of those who died shortly after the day centre was shut and scores of patients became destitute) – and had started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One woman said ‘well he says the most dreadful things to you, but I think he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Whereupon someone else said ‘what do you think he is, a Zen master??’ and drew a cartoon of a Buddha with Dafydd’s face under the slogan ‘prepare for Nirvana’ and placed it under Dafydd’s wiper. Not only did Dafydd attribute the incident to me – no I wasn’t responsible, but I did think that it was quite entertaining – but Dafydd maintained that his windscreen wiper had been wrenched back, buckled and needed repairing at the garage.

The MDU did not ask Dafydd to produce any evidence for any of his allegations. They presented them all in court as uncontested matters of fact.

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to John Mullen, the CEO of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, telling Mullen that he’d ordered the MDU to raise an injunction against me. Dafydd CC’d this letter to Keith Thomson. I don’t know what Thomson’s job title was at the time, but Keith Thomson eventually became the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust. Thomson refused to investigate serious complaints and also refused to co-operate with external NHS investigations. He declared me and a number of other people to be ‘vexatious complainants’ and on those grounds refused to answer our correspondence. On Keith Thomson’s watch, north west Wales had the second highest suicide rate among women of any area in England and Wales. It was Thomson who was summoned before the High Court in Cardiff in 2005 and ordered to hand over all documentation relating to me or face imprisonment for contempt of court. Hours later Thomson resigned. An article subsequently appeared in the ‘Daily Post’ entitled ‘Ten Years At The Top For Keith’ waxing lyrical about Thomson’s glorious career and how he was now retiring. Thomson was then awarded an OBE. He didn’t retire. Thomson went down to Pembrokeshire and became CEO of the NHS Trust there. Where there was havoc in the NHS and a paedophile ring in operation.

Rhodri Morgan was FM when Thomson was let loose on the NHS in west Wales. There was a paedophile gang in operation in west Wales which had links to the one in north Wales – Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who was in post whilst the paedophile gang in were busy on his turf, had previously been County Secretary of Dyfed County Council, whilst a paedophile gang were busy there (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Rhodri’s wife Julie is a former social worker who was Assistant Director of Barnardo’s. Some Barnardo’s staff were involved with the abuse of children in north Wales.

 

More recently I heard that Barry Shingles had always expected to become CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, but Thomson knifed him and usurped. Shingles committed suicide.

 

On 3 Nov 1994 Dafydd obtained a High Court injunction against me on the basis of a truly extraordinary affidavit in which he discussed his anus of all things (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). The official who served the injunction on me had read it and was laughing, I was later told that the Bangor police heard about the contents and were having a good laugh and I took it into the Hergest Unit to show everyone. Tony Francis was attempting to section one patient on that day for unclear reasons and interestingly enough when this man recited the contents of the injunction and told the assessing ‘second opinions’ that it had been passed around the day centre to great amusement, all talk of sectioning him was quietly dropped. This man was yet another person who disappeared without trace after the day centre closed. He was a lecturer from Bangor University who had experienced a breakdown. Bright, well-read and someone who would have been in a position to witness just how outrageous and crazy Dafydd’s conduct was if there was ever any sort of inquiry into the abuse of vulnerable people in north Wales.

So is Dave Nunn now dead along with all the rest of the witnesses then Dafydd?

 

Someone who will be in a position to give the police information concerning the mistreatment of patients during this time is Sharon Thomas  who worked as Tony Francis’s secretary in 1994.

 

An injunction wasn’t enough for Dafydd. He also demanded that an alarm system be installed in the Hergest Unit – because of the danger that I represented to him. On 1 Nov 1994 Alun Davies wrote a letter to John Mullen regarding the alarm system as required by Dafydd. Alun Davies estimated the cost at 25k and told Mullen in his letter that he wanted to discuss the funding with Mullen.

Meanwhile, I had made representation about Dafydd’s injunction. Not about the fact that Dafydd had discussed his anus in the affidavit or the crazed allegations that another patient losing his temper with Dafydd and telling Dafydd that he was going to stick a hand-grenade up Dafydd’s bum was evidence that I was about to murder Dafydd using a rectal method. I had made representation because among the gossip, speculation and mad fantasy in Dafydd’s injunction, he had breached confidence. He had provided clinical details of a matter involving me many years previously which had no relevance to the injunction or to any of Dafydd’s claims re the danger that I presented to him. I remembered how many times people had told me that they wouldn’t complain about Dafydd ‘because he knows things about me and he’ll tell people’. I knew enough to know that Dafydd was not on sound ground including some of the comments that he had in his affidavit. So I wrote to the NHS authorities in north Wales making it clear that Dafydd had now done what he was constantly alleged to do in the face of challenge – he had breached confidence and this time in the High Court in Liverpool.

On 11 Nov 1994 John Mullen wrote to the Medical Director of Gwynedd Community Health Trust, Jeremy Corson, asking him to investigate my complaint re Dafydd and the breach of confidence.

On 16 Jan 1995 Ian Rickard, now styled as the ‘Head of Mental Health Services and Project Manager’, wrote to me concerning my complaint re Dafydd’s injunction. Rickard stated that ‘any personal information about you was likely only to have been read out in open court in Liverpool, I feel that this is sufficiently far enough away to offer you anonymity…I conclude therefore that in this case confidence has not been breached’.

However Ian Rickard didn’t actually send the letter to me.

On the same day –  16 Jan 1995 – Rickard also wrote to Tony Francis saying ‘perhaps you will be kind enough to show my letter to Dr DA Jones when you next see him. I am not sure of the appropriateness of sending him a copy.’ Rickard also stated that I ‘may become quite upset by the outcome of my deliberations’ and thus he had sent the letter to me to Ella – the nurse who ran the day centre – ‘to discuss with me’.

So Ian Rickard didn’t actually carry out an investigation – his response was a result of his ‘deliberations’. He had sought no advice at all, let alone legal advice and had just written back telling me that because Dafydd only breached confidence in OPEN COURT in Liverpool and I lived near Bethesda, that wasn’t really breaching confidence. Furthermore Ian Rickard knew that he shouldn’t have sent a copy of his letter to me to Jones – so he sent a copy of it to Tony Francis, so that Francis could give a copy to Jones. Rickard also knew that I was likely to be highly unsatisfied with his response – so he was sending the letter to Ella. Perhaps to stop me from picking up a phone and calling a lawyer?

Ian Rickard, soon after doing all this, was appointed Head of Mental Health for Gwynedd Community Health Trust. Is it surprising that the Hergest Unit was in crisis and the suicide rate in north west Wales was one of the highest in the UK?

 

Dafydd, Rickard and Francis had their arses fully covered. On 24 Jan 1995  Tony Francis wrote to Dr Chris Jones, consultant forensic psychiatrist for the North Wales Forensic Service, Unit 2, Clwydian House, Wrexham Technology Park, asking for a forensic opinion regarding the danger that I posed to Dafydd. Francis told Chris Jones that there are ‘extensive notes available about her…which I refer you to’. These were of course the notes that Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends had written about me. Detailing assaults on Top Doctors and Angels that I had not carried out, rocks that I had not thrown through Dafydd’s door, Top Doctors that I had not tried to stab or throttle and people whom I had not tried to kill. Except that Dafydd, Francis et al forgot to mention that although they had lovingly documented all of these crimes there was absolutely no evidence at all that the crimes had even been committed let alone that it was me who had committed them.  Francis CC’d his letter to Jeremy Corson and to Dr Madelin Osborn.

 

Madelin Osborn – her name is spelt thus on my documents, although it is probable that the correct spelling is different, this lot did not know how to spell the names of their own colleagues or their patients – is someone else who needs to make a police statement. Madelin Osborn was a Top Doctor at the Hergest Unit who joined the exodus as the publication of the Waterhouse Report drew near. Madelin Osborn was the doctor of the female patient who was unlawfully sectioned by Jackie Brandt and kept at Ysbyty Gwynedd for three days with no clothes or access to her relatives. When the young woman’s parents complained, they claimed to have been told ‘lie after lie after lie’. Then the young woman was evicted from her rented house after she locked the door to try to stop Brandt coming in – Brandt called the police who broke the door down and Brandt then sectioned the young woman. This young woman used to appear to make a good recovery on a number of occasions and would begin new jobs and undertake postgrad courses – whereupon Tony Francis would state that she was becoming ill, alter her medication and within a month she’d be sectioned again. Before this patient ended up in the Hergest Unit she’d been leading a rather yuppyish life in London working for Marco Pierre White when a number of things happened to her that she found very upsetting. She was ‘sent home’ (she came from Gwynedd) by a Top Doctor in London and ended up in Ysbyty Gwynedd after her encounter with Brandt. Her only wish was to recover and resume her life in London but she kept being told by mental health staff in north Wales that ‘people in London don’t want to see you again’. I wonder why that was? Then there was the occasion on which she was sectioned in Ysbyty Gwynedd and she swore blind that Tony Francis had tried to get into her room and had exposed himself to her. Well she was completely bonkers, how could anyone ever believe such a thing. Her complaint was not upheld.

Step forward Madelin Osborn, you are needed in north Wales – to tell the truth for once in your life.

 

I’m not sure what a forensic psychiatry service was doing on a technology park in Wrexham, such services are usually in hospitals. However the two children homes where very serious abuse of children was happening in north Wales – Bryn Alyn and Bryn Estyn – were located close to Wrexham and forensic psychiatrists were constantly being called upon to assess the kids. Whilst Chris Jones was in business on the Wrexham Technology Park, a full police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales had been undertaken, the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council was well underway and Nicola Davies QC was conducting a review of the documentation concerning child abuse in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was justified. Dead former kids in care and psych patients were turning up everywhere.

Not that the police had found any evidence at all of a paedophile ring, despite a number of ‘care’ staff and teachers going to prison for abusing the children in their care. The month before Francis wrote to Chris Jones asking for a ‘forensic opinion’ on me, Gordon Anglesea won his libel case…

 

On 9 Feb 1995 John Allen, the owner and manager of the Bryn Alyn Community, was convicted of indecent assault against six former residents and received six years imprisonment.

 

On 13 Feb 1995 Gwynedd Community Health Trust’s solicitor Tony Lane wrote to John Mullen re Dafydd’s breach of confidence in Court in Liverpool. Lane mentioned that Hempsons – the MDU solicitors – had acted for Dafydd.

On 27 Feb 1995 Hefin Davies, the Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust wrote to Tony Lane requesting his advice. Was Hefin’s letter seeking legal guidance re Dafydd and the breach of confidence? No. Hefin was asking Tony Lane if there was any more that they could do to have me prosecuted.

On 9 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to me maintaining that Dafydd’s affidavit was not read out in open court, it was presented to a judge ‘in High Court chambers in a private hearing’. Mullen knew that Rickard had previously written to me stating that there was no breach of confidence because the case had only been heard in open court in Liverpool because Mullin mentioned Rickard’s letter.

So either Ian Rickard was lying or John Mullen was.

On 16 March 1995 John Mullen wrote to Dafydd. Mullen refers to Dafydd sharing my complaint regarding the breach of confidence with Jeremy Corson and makes a reference to the MDU’s ‘latest letter’. Mullen asks Dafydd to ask the solicitors who dealt with the injunction – Hempsons – whether they considered a breach of confidence likely to occur.

I suppose that is an advance on Ian Rickard spouting lies as he thought of them, telling Ella to break the bad news to me and then giving Francis a copy of a letter to give to Dafydd when he knew damn well that Dafydd should not have been given access to the letter, but nonetheless I doubt that John Mullen made much headway asking Hempsons – who had breached confidence – whether they thought that they had breached confidence.

The issue of the breach of confidence on the part of Dafydd was never resolved. Neither did anyone ever explain why so many lies were told about the ‘investigation’ of the complaint.

The merry go round continued after this date – there were further attempts to have me declared dangerous and to prosecute me…

As for Chris Jones, the forensic psychiatrist most conveniently placed near to Wrexham. Well he came up trumps amazingly enough – Chris Jones effectively told Francis that he thought that he was making a fuss about nothing and that the chance of me launching a murderous attack on Dafydd was really rather low. So Francis just made another referral for me to see Chris Jones after a decent interval had passed, stressing to Chris Jones that I really was potentially very dangerous.

The one thing that I remember discussing with Dr Chris Jones was the abuse of vulnerable people in institutional care. Chris Jones agreed that it was a substantial problem – he commented that the abuse of elderly people in care homes was a major problem and he thought that it would soon break as a major scandal.

I heard years later that Chris Jones was one of the mental health professionals from north Wales who had a nervous breakdown and left the area. Chris Jones didn’t seem to be quite so mad and sadistic as many of his colleagues, which was probably why he didn’t survive working with that bunch of lunatics. Take it as a compliment Dr Jones, you weren’t barking mad and you wouldn’t lie about me. At least you’re not looking at a prison sentence for being an accessory.

Not being mad and abusive certainly took a high toll on mental health staff in north Wales. My post ‘The Blog Post Which Was Hacked Can Now Be Read’ detailed Dafydd’s missile that he fired at Don Campbell the Assistant Director of Nursing Services (Psych), in July 1988 after Campbell refused to break the law and lock me in a room. Dafydd went absolutely wild and wrote to Huw Thomas, the General Manager of Gwynedd Health Authority, accusing Campbell of ‘gross impertinence’ and demanding his head on a plate.

Bruce Napier, the very pleasant clinical psychologist who didn’t hate the patients, left Hergest and took up a mental health research job at Bangor University. I was told that before long Bruce Napier announced his desire to ‘get out of the NHS’ and he went to England to live on a canal boat. I don’t know for sure but I suspect that Bruce Napier was hounded out. He crossed the path of Dafydd. When Gwynedd Health Authority were not doing a very good job of trying to persuade Dafydd to retire, it was left to Bruce Napier to tell Dafydd that Dafydd didn’t have an office in the Hergest Unit. Dafydd did of course have a room in which to work for the one day a week that he spent at the Hergest, but it didn’t have a brass name plate on the door and Dafydd was fuming. The others were too frightened to tell Dafydd, so they got Bruce Napier to do it. Then Bruce Napier had to go on Welsh news and defend the Gwynedd Community Health Trust when Dafydd was making guest appearances on Kilroy, the Kane Debates, Welsh news, S4C and telling everyone that in making him retire the Trust was ensuring a certain death for the many patients whom depended upon Dafydd. The matter would have been settled had anyone just gone on tele and said ‘look he’s sexually exploiting the patients, running a paedophile gang, flogging drugs and dishonest expert witness reports and what’s more he’s got a load of people shut in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital’. But no-one did, not even Bruce Napier, even later on from the safety of his barge. He probably feared being torpedoed.

I also wondered if Nerys Owen might have been ‘dealt with’ after challenging Slob Ingham. On our last meeting with Nerys, Nerys told me and the other patient who complained about Slob with me that if ever we needed her again we should not hesitate to get in touch because she would not tolerate the mistreatment of patients. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ described how in 1997 I and another person – the same person who made representation with me about Slob Ingham – were arrested and prosecuted after Bridget Lloyd, one of Slob’s colleagues, told a pack of lies about us threatening her. The case collapsed – but not until after we had both been banned from the hospital and yes, referred to Dr Chris Jones and the forensic team again as dangerous nutters – and there was a flat refusal to apologise to us. We contacted Nerys but only received a weak frosty letter saying that the law had taken its course. There is a document in my collection signed by Nerys during that period of time which demonstrates that she obediently went along with the general insanity of the paedophiles’ friends, signing off records of meetings as ‘fair and accurate’ when the meetings were held by people who never made fair and accurate records of anything.

I presume that Nerys Owen was probably a wolf in sheep’s clothing all along. She reached a senior position in a totally corrupt organisation and was in that position between 1994-1999 and possibly for much longer. It’s unlikely that she’ll have been able to do that without being complicit with some dreadful things. I don’t think that she was a psych nurse, so she’ll have been a general nurse or a midwife and someone knew about those psych patients at the North Wales Hospital being sterilised in order to stop them becoming pregnant because the staff were having sex with them, the theft of the babies of the female patients who had not been sterilised, the disappearance of the girls in the children’s homes who had become pregnant after being raped by the ‘care staff’ and the horrors of the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’).

Nerys Owen must also have been complicit with the running down and then the closing of the day centre at the Hergest Unit during the duration of the Waterhouse Inquiry, which ensured that a considerable number of psych patients became destitute and died.

Let’s have a chorus of that old favourite by The Jam, ‘A Town Called Malice’…

 

In May 1995 it was announced that the Welsh Office had appointed Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the documentary evidence related to the abuse of children in north Wales in order to ascertain whether a public inquiry was warranted. Nicola subsequently discovered that all the paperwork from 1989 onwards was missing!

On 26 June David Hunt returned as Secretary of State for Wales until 5 July 1995. Just for a few days – whilst the deal to pretend that Dafydd was being retired off was completed (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’) and the public were told that the North Wales Hospital had been shut (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). It hadn’t. Gwynfryn Ward remained open and there are allegations that it remained open until 2000. But no-one can be sure, because no-one will come clean about when the hospital did eventually close, why so many lies were told about it and what happened to the patients whom were imprisoned out there illegally when it closed. Or failed to close.

So what was Gwynfryn Ward? It was a mother and baby unit. A mother and baby unit is usually a cause for ‘ah’, but it bloody well wasn’t at Denbigh. If anyone knows why an institution which was notorious for brutally warehousing women – often under-aged girls – whose pregnancies were inconvenient to other people, continued to provide that service after the rest of the building was literally falling down, please do let me know.

On 5 July 1995 Stephen Dorrell was appointed as Secretary of State for Health, succeeding Virginia Bottomley. William Hague became Secretary of State for Wales on the same day.

On 13 July 1995 Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his house. Brown was sacked from his job at Aston University in the same month.

Hansard records that in April 1995, Julia Lomas of the Lord Chancellor’s Department replied by letter to a question from Alex Carlile confirming that at some point in 1994 Mary Wynch had been paid a paltry sum of money in full and final settlement regarding her litigation against the Public Trustee (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Mary had been unlawfully arrested by Dafydd, had been illegally imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital for a year. She had won her case against Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority et al but they then simply refused to pay Mary her compensation unless Mary returned to court to enforce payment. Mary continued with the case, as well as with the case against the crooked cartel of lawyers and the Public Trustee who had, in collaboration with Dafydd, fleeced her of her money and property in the first place. The Home Office under Michael Howard dealt the final blow in 1994 – without any public announcement – and ruined Mary. Mary was by then an old lady who had been screwed by a bunch of rural gangsters who had enjoyed the full backing of every Gov’t since she had been unlawfully arrested in 1979 by Dafydd. But the real problem went back to the early 1970s – when Mary’s mother died in the ‘care’ of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes. Mary told me that she was convinced that her mother had been killed. But Mary was nuts wasn’t she. Ooh – except that no, she wasn’t, as was admitted when she won her case against Dafydd.

The patients in the Hergest Unit used to openly talk about how Dafydd had killed Mary Wynch’s mother. It was just a standard topic of conversation, in much the same way that everybody else’s other extraordinary Dafydd-related anecdotes were. Mary always maintained that her mother had been killed by an overdose of barbiturates. One Hergest patient had the measure of Dafydd’s bare-faced lies and used to do a Dafydd voice and rant on about how he only told the nurses to give Mary Wynch’s mother half a Kalm before bedtime and of course that was nothing like an overdose of barbiturates. In fact the patients got so used to the staff just closing their ears to terrible Dafydd-horrors that dares would be undertaken to see if staff could be moved. One such dare involved one patient carrying a rubber plant and walking up to a senior nurse in Ysbyty Gwynedd and saying ‘I did not murder Mary Wynch’s mother and this plant was not the murder weapon. It was Dr DA Jones wot dun it and he used an overdose of barbiturates’. And the nurse said ‘yes dear’ and walked off, leaving a gang of Hergest patients rolling around laughing.

‘We didn’t know’.

The same patient was accused by Dafydd of lying on one occasion, so he responded by saying ‘I lied, you murdered’.

DAVID HUNT WAS SECRETARY OF STATE FOR WALES WHILST MUCH OF THIS WAS HAPPENING. THE MAN IS A FUCKING LAWYER.

In Dec 1995 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that Nicola Davies QC’s review had concluded that a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales was not justified. William changed his mind a few months later and orchestrated the Waterhouse cover-up.

Nicola is now Dame Nicola and has been the Presiding judge of the Wales Circuit.

In Feb 1996 the Jillings Report regarding the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council since 1974 was completed. I can’t say that it was published because it wasn’t. It was heavily redacted and the only people who saw the Report were the insurers and legal advisors of Clwyd County Council – even the Council officers and Councillors were forbidden from reading it. The legal advisor to the Council’s insurers Michael Beloff QC advised that if any Councillor did get their paws on a copy the Council’s insurance should be withdrawn and the Councillors should be held personally responsible for the damages claims that would inevitable follow from former children in care suing. Beloff admitted that this would be a consequence because the abuse of children had been so serious and so well organised over decades that the Council had no defence. Beloff also advised that if Malcolm King, the one Councillor who would not stop asking questions about the abuse of children in the care of the Council, ever found out what was in the Report and publicised it he should be sacked (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Michael Beloff is a colleague and a friend of Cherie Booth. Michael’s dad Max had some years previously helpfully plugged a book on local gov’t and democracy written by Ioan Bowen Rees. Bowen Rees was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst Dafydd’s mistress Lucille was Director of Gwynedd Social Services and the paedophile gang flourished on their watch (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Alison Taylor was sacked by Lucille after raising concerns about the abuse of children in care.

Just to be on the safe side, on 1 April 1996 Clwyd County Council was dissolved as a result of a local authority reorganisation days after the Jillings Report was completed. So even if someone did get hold of a copy of the Report there was no-one to sue. I haven’t been able to find out who makes decisions regarding local authority reorganisations but the disappearance of Clwyd days after that Report was finished really was far too convenient to have been an accident.

The Report was pulped, although in 2013 somebody actually found a copy that had escaped the pulping machine and at last the world was allowed to see what was within. It was so heavily redacted that it was virtually meaningless. All that was known was that something dreadful had gone on in Clwyd for decades and that a great many people had colluded with it.

After Clwyd County Council was dissolved, John Jevons, the Director of Social Services for Clwyd who had worked so successfully with the paedophiles and their friends for so many years (see posts ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’), found himself in need of a job. Director of the Social Services which played host to the biggest child abuse scandal in the UK? No problem. Cardiff City Council snapped him up and Jevons took up the post as Director of Social Services for them almost immediately.

Two of those with a sense of humour who were sitting on Cardiff City Council at the time that Jevons was given a warm welcome were Julie Morgan and Sue Essex. Julie, the social worker and Assistant Director of Barnardo’s – the Barnardo’s who’s staff abused kids in north Wales. Sue Essex – who later became Minister for Finance, Local Gov’t and Public Services in Julie’s husband Rhodri’s Gov’t – was Deputy Leader and then Leader of the Labour Group of Cardiff City Council, 1995-99. Sue had previously graced Leicester University with her presence. I presume that it was Julie and Sue who head-hunted Jevons then. For more Julie n Sue fun, see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’.

In Sept 1996 – virtually as soon as Jevons touched down in Cardiff City Council – the South Wales Police announced a major investigation into the physical and sexual abuse of children at the Taff Vale children’s home in Whitchurch, Cardiff, which had been run by Cardiff City Council. It was feared that hundreds of children had possibly been abused before the home had closed. The police were particularly interested in investigating what had gone in between 1985-91 – there was a belief that a paedophile ring had infiltrated Taff Vale.

Before Alun Michael became an MP he was the Labour Group Whip on Cardiff City Council. Alun Michael was imposed as FM of Wales by Blair and resigned as soon as the Waterhouse Report was submitted, whilst his mates caused a distraction (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’).

Of course Rhodri himself and the paedophiles’ friends went back a long way. In 1966 Rhodri began work in the endemically corrupt Welsh Office with George Thomas et al and in 1974 Rhodri found himself working in City Hall Cardiff.

On 17 June 1996 Welsh Secretary William Hague announced the North Wales Child Abuse Inquiry  aka the Waterhouse Inquiry. On 25th Oct eighteen families were left homeless after a fire at a warehouse engulfed their houses. Eight people were taken to hospital and more than 100 residents of Lightfoot Road, Chester, were evacuated as the blaze destroyed a Pickfords storage depot on the neighbouring Hoole Bridge industrial estate. ‘The houses spontaneously combusted because of the intense heat’, said a Cheshire Fire Service spokeswoman. The warehouse held the care records of children from the Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn homes.

On 21 Jan 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry began at Ewloe, Flintshire.

On 2 May 1997 Tony Blair became Prime Minister.

Peter Howarth died of a heart attack at HMP Wakefield on 24 April 1997, so if anyone was worried about him naming a few people involved in abusing kids in care who were rather grander than bottom feeding social care workers they didn’t have to worry any longer. Particularly as Ioan Bowen Rees had died suddenly in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report, so as the man who ran Gwynedd County Council for years whilst the paedophile ring’s business boomed under his steady hands, Ioan wouldn’t be dropping any clangers either. Ioan was considered an expert on local gov’t and had advised Dafydd Wigley as well as the working party who set up the infrastructure of the National Assembly for Wales under Ron Davies whilst Ron was Secretary of State for Wales.

The Waterhouse Inquiry held its last hearing on 7 May 1998 and on 30 Sept 2000 the Waterhouse Report was handed to the Secretary of State for Wales, Paul Murphy. Murphy stated that he was delighted that a full and transparent investigation had taken place, that there had been no cover-up and that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring outside of north Wales, let alone the involvement of Westminster or Whitehall figures.

For details of the well-planned co-ordinated attempt during 1997-98 on the part of the north Wales mental health services to have me banged up, please see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’.

 

 

A website that is well worth a visit is the site of the North Wales Hospital Historical Society. It is not an historical society, it is a forum for the former staff of the North Wales Hospital and what a source of entertainment it is. Staff leave messages reminiscing about the old days and breaching patients’ confidence, just as they did when they were employed as Angels there. There are messages which are alleged to be from former patients who remember the kindness and the wonderful treatment and who have now become Angels themselves, which I do find a little unbelievable. I suspect that like the positive feedback left on the patient feedback websites about the awful Dr Giles Harborne, a former Denbigh psychiatrist, the messages from grateful former patients have actually been written by former staff.

The North Wales Historical Society website has an observation that no patients from Avallon, the adolescent unit, have left any messages. Avallon was the unit in which Mary Wynch told me that Dafydd encouraged the teenagers to have sex with each other and then the staff would gather around and watch the action. The same correspondent to the website asks if Dafydd is still alive. Yes he’s Chairing his drugs charity CAIS. It is not a surprise that no former patients of Avallon have left messages, they were introduced to a life of street prostitution and hard drugs whilst they were teenagers and most of them died before they were 30.

 

On 31 July 2013 John Allen was charged with 22 indecent assaults and one offence of gross indecency, alleged to have taken place between 1968 and 1989 at Bryn Alyn. The second trial of John Allen on charges of historic sexual and physical abuse took place at Mold Crown Court and on 1 Dec 2014 Allen was sentenced to life imprisonment, with the recommendation that he serves at least 11 years.

 

There has been a great deal written about the collusion of the North Wales Police with Dafydd and the paedophiles. I and other people certainly noticed that when allegations of sexual misconduct/exploitation – or indeed more serious offences – were made against certain people, there was a flat refusal to investigate on the part of absolutely everybody. It didn’t matter how many first hand accounts there were, how many corroborating witnesses, how much supporting documentation, the allegations were simply ignored and if the complainants did not go away they found themselves being charged by the police.

However I do know that this immunity was only enjoyed by certain people. The North Wales Police were certainly not afraid to investigate complaints about other people even if the evidence was extremely shaky. I knew of a case in 1983 involving a teenaged girl from Anglesey who made a complaint of rape against a young man whom she met in a pub in Bangor. The girl was fairly notorious – she felt the need to tell tall stories, really ridiculous ones which even the most trusting person would in the end conclude could not be true. She was also capable of lying through her teeth under all circumstances if she thought that she would benefit from that. She went out boozing in Bangor one night, met a young man and they went up onto Bangor mountain with the intention of consummating the relationship which they had established about 60 mins previously. The young man was too drunk to do very much and he wandered off. Another young man found the girl crying and asked what was wrong. She replied ‘I’ve been raped’. This sort of comment from her wasn’t that unusual – she had told me some really worrying things and it was only when I and my friends had pitched in to help that we discovered that the various dramas hadn’t happened. The young man immediately rang the police and the police did conduct a full scale investigation.

I was involved in the investigation and I remember the detectives visiting me and a female police officer saying ‘I cannot help but be on the side of the girl in rape cases, but she’s told us so many lies that I can’t take that view here’. I hadn’t encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles at the time and I actually gained a very positive view of the detectives working on the case. They were stereotypical coppers – calling women ‘birds’ and wearing macs with the collars turned up – but unlike the drug squad whom I had heard about by then, they didn’t seem to be endemically corrupt. The investigation into the alleged rape took months. It transpired that no rape had occurred or indeed even an attempt at a rape. I wondered if the girl involved would be charged with wasting police time but she wasn’t. I presume that the police did get it right – the girl was alleged to have admitted to a number of people that she hadn’t been raped, she’d told a dramatic story and it had got out of control.

Like many other mental health patients in north Wales, with the exception of a few police officers whom I knew were corrupt, I generally found the police very much more helpful than the mental health services and they undoubtedly protected me and other people from the excesses of the mental health services on a number of occasions.

The problem will have been Westminster, the Attorney Generals – such as Sir Patrick Mayhew – and Whitehall, who were protecting Dafydd and the paedophile gang. A great many police officers would have dearly loved to have dealt with Dafydd et al but they couldn’t. They were being told what to do by organised criminals in high office.

 

What is very clear to me with regard to the documents that I have drawn on to write this post and some others such as ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’, is the key role that the MDU played in protecting a number of Top Doctors whom they knew were abusing patients and perjuring themselves to silence and indeed destroy patients who complained. The MDU and Hempsons were probably more responsible than anyone else for the serious criminality which pervaded north Wales for decades.

There will be a post coming soon naming the movers and shakers in the MDU during those years whilst the MDU ensured that Dafydd and the paedophiles remained in business.

 

Then I’ll be naming a few more of Rhodri Morgan’s circle who knew about it all…

 

One other person who disappeared along with others whom I have previously named on this blog. Nellie. An old lady who was in Bryn Golau Ward the night that I arrived. She was there the next morning and then like the girl who had been abducted, kept in an attic and sexually assaulted (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the young man from Wrexham who vanished when another patient who had been in care recognised him, Nellie disappeared. No-one let her out of the front door which was a double door and locked – I last saw her in the kitchen with Angel Iola Edwards. Just near to the back door which was always heavily guarded and was only ever used ‘to bring the catering supplies in and out’. And patients who needed to be disposed of discreetly.

 

There is someone else who is worthy of a mention here. A man who was lurking in the Welsh Office throughout everything detailed in this post – Sir Jon Shortridge. Shortridge joined the Welsh Office in 1984 and  was Private Secretary to both Nicholas Edwards (see post ‘Old Nick Bites The Dust’) and Peter Walker (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). In 1995 Shortridge conducted the Senior Management Review of the Welsh Office and in 1997 he was Director of Economic Affairs, responsible for establishing the National Assembly for Wales. Shortridge became Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office in March 1999, then for the newly established National Assembly in May 1999 and then for the Welsh Gov’t, 2007-08. In 2009 Shortridge was appointed interim Permanent Secretary at the Dept of Innovation, Universities and Skills – the Dept led by Mandelson. One of Mandelson’s most senior aides was the daughter of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who did Dafydd and the paedophiles’ as many favours as the MDU. Sir John topped off his long record of public service with a stint as Chancellor of Glyndwr University, an institution run entirely by paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’).

 

 

The news over the past few days has been very topical with regard to recent posts on this blog. The Welsh Language Commissioner Meri Huws – who has featured on a number of recent posts as a paedophiles’ friend and a bedfellow of other paedophiles’ friends who doubled up as Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t – has crawled out of hiding and tried to convince everyone that she has some sort of plan. Meri has been talking about everyone going on a journey. Meri isn’t very bright, so when she opens her mouth she tends to trot out whatever cliche she has recently heard bandied around in the media. When Meri worked at Bangor University at one point she was banging on about capturing ‘hearts and minds’. One academic with a great deal of knowledge with regard to Meri and her bedfellows observed that with Meri, ‘shock and awe’ was far more likely to be the order of the day. If Meri had known how much entertainment she had provided for the oppressed of Bangor University I think that she’d have probably resigned on the spot.

Cancer is absolutely everywhere in the media, with George Alighaia and Andrew Lansley both announcing that they have advanced bowel cancer and if only they’d ‘got screened’. It’s not that I’m unsympathetic to these two men, I can imagine they must be feeling quite dreadful, but the chances are that a screening programme would not have made much difference. Huge quantities of the research upon which the screening is based is fraudulent and many of the much publicised screening programmes are in chaos. At the same time other headlines screamed that there is now a new joined up cancer programme to be launched that will make care ‘excellent’. Which is weird, because we’ve been told for years that care is already excellent, indeed that the whole NHS is the envy of the world and that UK hospitals are bursting at the seams with Nigerian women who are pregnant with quins who just Come Over Here To Use Our NHS. More sober reflections on the rather poor clinical outcomes of the UK NHS when compared to other European healthcare systems are strangely absent.

Meanwhile amidst the constant PR, people in north Wales who have dared cross the paths of the paedophiles’ friends are refused care, refused pain relief for conditions such as kidney stones which send the Angels and Top Doctors straight for the opiates when they are afflicted and told to go ahead and do it then if they become suicidal. On the occasions when the paedophiles’ friends have been faced with relatives or the odd patient confronting them with their dreadful conduct the response is usually ‘we didn’t know you felt like that’. Well they bloody well know exactly how I feel about them now that this blog has gathered a readership.

BBC News Wales is trumpeting the new proton beam centre in Newport and how this is going to revolutionise cancer care and Save Lives. Only if you’ve got a lot of money – that centre is a private concern but that doesn’t seem to have received much media coverage.

Winnie Mandela has died and amongst all the tributes people are doing their best to play down the unfortunate business of the necklace killings and the murder of Stompie McKenzie. It is stressed that Winnie suffered at the hands of the South African police under apartheid. I’m sure that she did, the South African police were deeply unpleasant, but it wasn’t the South African police who were targeted in the necklace killings and I don’t think that Stompie McKenzie was a white South African policeman under apartheid either. I seem to remember that he was a 14 year old black boy…

The Mail Online had a Rolf Harris exclusive in which they revealed that Rolf has held a birthday party attended by friends at which he played the didgeridoo. It was a bit of a non-story but I did notice that according to the Mail, one of Rolf’s guests was his ‘old friend’ Timmy Mallett. Most people know Timmy Mallett as a rather over the top children’s entertainer from the 1980s, but I was gobsmacked a few years ago to discover that there is a Timmy Mallett suite at the Gladstone Library in Hawarden. The Gladstone Library – it was called St Deiniol’s Library until quite recently – is a residential library in north Wales. It’s got fantastic collections and you can just go and stay there for a few days and bury yourself in interesting reading matter. It has a strong theological side and is a favourite place for clergy and theologians to hang out. I was completely confused by Timmy Mallett’s association with the Gladstone Library until someone told me that Timmy Mallett’s dad was a clergyman with links there and Timmy Mallett, having made a great deal of money, is a benefactor of the institution. I have found out that the Rev Michael Mallett studied for ordination at St Deiniol’s – as it was then – in the mid 1960s. I’m sorry to go on about it all the time, but Flintshire – the location of the Gladstone Library – was at the heart of the powerbase of the paedophiles’ friends in the 1960s. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and co came from Flintshire and many of them had connections with the Church. Timmy Mallett was born in Cheshire. Just down the road from Chester – where the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring which later numbered Sir Peter Morrison operated. A former Bishop of Chester has been recently named as having been involved.

 

The Mail Online also published a furious article by Daniel Janner, the late Greville’s son. Daniel was hurling venom in the direction of Alison Saunders, who has just announced that she will be standing down as DPP. Daniel maintains that it was Alison Saunders who cruelly put Greville through hell after demanding that there be a trial of the facts with regard to the allegations against Greville. Most people believe that Alison Saunders did Greville a very big favour – she did all she could not to prosecute Greville despite considerable evidence against him and she only announced a trial of the facts after public fury. The announcement came so late that Greville died before a trial of the facts could take place.

Daniel is furious that he was interviewed by the police himself and asked if Greville had ever abused him. I can understand that Daniel may not have been very impressed with that line of questioning, but presumably, Daniel was able to say no – Daniel is a barrister, he is not going to feel intimidated by the police. Daniel fumed about his father being degraded in public, as a doubly incontinent elderly man being accused. Well I didn’t know that Greville was doubly incontinent and I don’t expect that many other people did either, so Daniel seems to have been responsible for inflicting that particular bit of lack of dignity upon his father himself.

Daniel maintains that the CPS was great until Alison Saunders became DPP. Not only was the CPS deeply flawed and notably failed to prosecute certain people for serious offences – including some politicians – despite files of evidence being submitted, but the CPS prosecuted people like me for ludicrous trivial offences. In 1993 Daniel I was prosecuted for ‘staring at a social worker’. In 2002 I was prosecuted because I had told an NHS secretary over the phone that her boss was a fat idiot. The social worker whom I looked at and the fat idiot were both involved in facilitating a paedophile gang. Furthermore Alison Saunders was the first DPP to be appointed from within the CPS. She had worked for them for years.

 

 

 

 

Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated

The stream of people appearing in the media to pledge their loyalty to Top Doctors who tell them that they have cancer when they might well not continues. This supply of eager folk seems to have been given an extra boost since I wrote my post about the massive scams at the heart of cancer research (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). The latest person to share his troubles re prostate cancer is a man called Bill Turnbull. He’s someone who is on the TV, but I don’t have a TV and when I have access to one I don’t watch the programmes starring Bill Turnbull, so I only have a rather hazy grasp of who he is. Bill has announced that not only does he have prostate cancer but it has spread to his bones and how he wishes that he’d consulted his Top Doctor four years ago. I do not envy Bill having cancer which has metastasised and I am genuinely sympathetic to his plight, but the harsh reality is that even if he had taken medical advice four years ago, that cancer might well have been missed – as it was in the case of Jade Goody. There is nothing that the Top Doctors like more than a celeb who has developed cancer because they are ruthlessly used to Send A Message.

Bill has been supported by his colleague Fiona Phillips. Now I DO know who Fiona Phillips is – she is a self-centred narcissist who used to be on breakfast TV and she also wrote a column in one of the tabloids. Fiona was a laugh a minute – she took a hard right wing line on everything, was utterly unsympathetic to anyone and was sufficiently bothered by people who wore Birkenstock shoes that she devoted a whole column to the subject. Not that Fiona managed to explain why Birkenstock shoes were so offensive, her column simply repeated ‘they’re not fashionable, they’re ugly. Ugly, ugly, ugly’. A photo of the offending shoes were supplied. Another one of Fiona’s high points was her appearance on TV with Philip Schofield when they rolled around laughing at parents who did not smack their children and Philip proffered the opinion that fings ain’t been the same since they banned the cane in schools.

There is however one cause close to Fiona’s heart – Alzheimers. Although Fiona only became concerned about this when her mother developed the condition and it dawned on Fiona that her mum was soon going to need looking after. So Fiona started campaigning…

 

So in the face of all those who maintain that ‘Sally Baker is a nutter who is talking crap again’, I would like to remind everyone of the Chilvers Report which caused ructions in medicine in Sept 1990. The Chilvers Report was a paper which was published in The Lancet by Clair Chilvers and others who claimed to have demonstrated that cancer patients receiving ‘treatment’ at the Bristol Cancer Help Centre were very much more likely to develop secondary cancer and to die prematurely than patients receiving conventional treatment at the Royal Marsden. The Bristol Cancer Help Centre  was an ‘holistic’ centre which ‘treated’ cancer patients through the use of diets, meditation, relaxation, ‘visualisation’ etc. When the Chilvers paper was published I was a little confused because although I am someone who takes the view that cancer cannot be cured by altering one’s diet or listening to whale songs, I didn’t believe that such things are so detrimental that they finish you off within months. I took the view that they were ineffective rather than actively dangerous.

The Bristol Cancer Help Centre originated in 1979 after Penny Brohn, a cancer sufferer herself, took an interest in what she felt was a deficit in cancer treatment. Brohn initially worked as a child care officer in Bristol in the late 1960s – so she was another person who will have known what was happening to kids in care – then became a lecturer at Bristol Poly and then trained as an acupuncturist and in Chinese medicine. Penny Brohn was married to David Brohn, a civil engineering lecturer at Bristol Poly. Penny Brohn had no medical or scientific education – and her husband managed to acquire a PhD in engineering without having a first degree in engineering, which can be done but is unusual. Penny pooled her resources with Pat Pilkington and her husband Canon Chris Pilkington who were already running a healing clinic in Bristol and they established the Bristol Cancer Help Centre.

The Brohns and Pilkingtons seemed very successful at drumming up positive PR for their Centre. Penny Brohn’s obituary in the Indie in 1999 stated that a journalist was dispatched to ‘expose the flaws’ in complementary medicine, but was ‘so inspired’ by the Bristol Centre that a six part BBC TV series resulted showcasing the work of the Centre, entitled ‘The Gentle Way’. This led to an ‘overwhelming’ public response and the subsequent recruitment of paid staff and a newly acquired building for the Centre, Grove House, which was formally opened by Prince Charles in 1983. Charles really loved the Bristol Centre and Penny’s obituary tells us that in the wake of the Chilvers Report, Penny ‘took great comfort’ from Charles. In fact articles about Penny and the Bristol Centre read a little like Private Eye’s spoof stories penned by Silvie Krin about Charles  – Penny ‘provided hope and inspiration to cancer sufferers the world over’. Sadly for Penny, after the Chilvers Report row, her ‘personal healing journey’ involved her cancer returning with a vengeance and after conventional surgery she retired to Crete and ‘spent several blissful years renovating a mountainside cottage under the comforting rays of the Greek sunshine’.

There seems to be much regarding the establishment and initial success of the Bristol Centre that has gone unmentioned. It is not an easy thing to persuade the BBC to give one one’s own TV series to publicise one’s healing centre before it has even has its own building or paid staff. It doesn’t matter how inspirational one is or how much energy or passion or commitment one has, the BBC don’t usually turn up on one’s doorstep offering one a six part free advert. Penny or one of her mates will have known someone at the BBC.

As for The Gentle Way, there was nothing gentle about the way in which Prince Charles’s Private Secretary Sir Michael Peat pressurised Exeter University to destroy Professor Edzard Ernst’s career and dept after Edzard refused to collude with lies regarding the effectiveness or otherwise of various complementary/alternative therapies (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’). As Prince Charles would have said had he not been behind it, ‘it really was appalling’.

Penny’s close friend Chris Pilkington was a member of the Pilkington Glass dynasty and for many years was Rector of the City Parish of St Stephen’s in Bristol.

Readers of this blog who follow my comments section might remember that recently someone posted a you tube link in a comment which referred to the alleged involvement of a former Chairman of Pilkington Glass in child abuse. I had never heard this allegation before and have seen no evidence at all to support it. Pilkington Glass was based at St Helen’s on Merseyside and for many years was the biggest employer in the town. Sir Alastair Pilkington was Chairman of Pilkington, 1973-80 and Sir Antony Pilkington – a distant cousin of Sir Alastair – was Chairman, 1980-95. Sir Antony’s uncle, Sir Richard Pilkington, was Tory MP for Widnes, 1935-45 and then Poole, 1951-64. Sir Richard was born on Merseyside and his father Arthur Pilkington was Chairman of Pilkington.

Sir Antony told an interviewe in 1990 that he wanted Pilkington’s to be ‘a good company in the best sense’, ‘not just a money machine’. His concern was reciprocated in much local support for Pilkington’s when it became the target in 1986 of a hostile takeover bid by BTR, an industrial conglomerate known for its ruthless approach to cost-cutting.

In response to the industrial recession of the early 1980s, Pilkington’s had reduced its workforce from 11,500 to 6,700. But they did so on generous terms and much effort – through the pioneering community of St Helen’s Trust, of which Antony Pilkington was founder Chairman in 1978 – to create small-business opportunities for those made redundant.

BTR was rumoured to have abruptly sacked many workers at Dunlop – one of its recent acquisitions – in the week before Christmas. Politicians and local Councillors joined the Pilkington’s workforce in rallying to the Pilkington Board’s support and after a nine week battle BTR was forced to withdraw.

Antony Pilkington was a very effective moderniser. He reformed Pilkington’s hierarchical management structure, reduced the size of its Board and placed new emphasis on salesmanship.

An attempt to diversify into spectacle and contact lenses through the takeover in 1987 of the American firm Visioncare was problematic, but Antony Pilkington continued to search for ways to reshape the group in response to market conditions. In 1992 – once again faced with a sharp recessionary fall in demand for glass – he was forced into another round of cost-cutting at St Helen’s and a rationalisation of its operations in Europe. Recovery was slow, but Pilkington’s remained a world leader in glass technology.

Antony Pilkington was also a Director of GKN, National Westminster Bank and ICI. He was a Governor of Liverpool John Moores University, a member of the Court of Manchester University, a Deputy Lieutenant for Merseyside and High Sheriff of Cheshire in 1996-97.

So Sir Antony was in the midst of many of those previously named on this blog as being involved with or concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales and the north west of England. He was Chairing a company facing serious difficulties on Merseyside in the 1980s. Sir Antony had the disastrous effects of Thatcher’s policies on Merseyside – and then the aftermath – to contend with and he was at the centre of the Liverpool branch of the empire of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles’ friends. He was a Governor of Liverpool John Moores – another Governor was John Hamilton, a very close friend of the paedophiles indeed. Cherie Booth was Chancellor of Liverpool John Moores. Then there was Eric Heffer, Derek Hatton and others on Sir Antony’s doorstep. The whole lot of them were at each others throats and concealing the serious criminality of Dafydd and co (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

Sir Antony would have been in a very difficult position indeed.

A senior manager who spent many years with Pilkington’s optronics subsidiary in north Wales, Pilkington PE – which later became Thales Optics Ltd and was then divested from Thales in 2005 as Qioptiq Ltd – knew a great deal about serious organised crime and the abuse of children in north Wales. That is Trevor Jones, the Chancellor of Glyndwr University. Trevor Jones has alighted at every notorious stop during his journey as a paedophiles’ friend – including membership of Clwyd Health Authority whilst Dafydd illegally imprisoned the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon there. For full details of Trevor and his criminal associates, see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’)

 

After the Chilvers Report was published the Bristol Centre received such bad publicity that it lost huge quantities of funding and nearly closed.

The work which resulted in the Chilvers Report was funded by the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and the Cancer Research Campaign. I had worked for the CRC by 1990 and had witnessed exactly how much fraud there was in cancer research, but I was also acutely aware that some of the claims of people providing ‘complementary’ or ‘alternative’ treatments were just as dishonest and misleading. What I desperately wanted was good science carried out by honest people – sadly there was and still is not much of that about.

Following the publication of the article by Chilvers et al, a group of patients and supporters of the Bristol Centre expressed disbelief regarding the results claimed by Chilvers et al and a review of the work was undertaken.

Then came the bombshell. Some major fundamental errors in terms of sampling and analysis had been made by Chilvers et al. Their conclusions were invalid because – as well as for a number of other reasons – the group of patients receiving treatment at Bristol whose progress was compared with those receiving treatment at the Royal Marsden all had cancers at a far more advanced stage and that was the most likely reason why the Bristol patients died so much more quickly than the Royal Marsden patients. Nothing to do with the lethal consequences of The Gentle Way. It was confirmed that where the outcomes of the Bristol patients were concerned, ‘reports of death were greatly exaggerated’.

Chilvers et al fessed up that they had got this badly wrong and Sir Walter Bodmer, the Director General of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund, issued an apology and published a near total retraction.

Now Walter Bodmer is worth taking a closer look at. Walter’s wiki entry describes him as a ‘German-born British human geneticist’. Walter’s web page on the Oxford University site tells us that ‘In 1996, Sir Walter Bodmer assumed his current position at the Weatherall Institute of Molecular Medicine as Head of the Cancer and Immunogenetics laboratory and more recently within the Department of Oncology.  After obtaining a PhD in Genetics from Cambridge University, he moved to Stanford University in California where he rose to the position of Professor. In 1970, he returned to the UK as the first Professor of Genetics at Oxford University. He subsequently became the Director of Research, and finally the Director General, of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund in London. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society and was knighted in 1986.’

Walter’s wiki states that Walter studied the Mathematical Tripos as a student of Clare College, Cambridge and was awarded his PhD in 1959 from Cambridge for research on population genetics in the house mouse and Primula vulgaris (primrose). So Walter began life as a population geneticist – so he will probably have known Prof Greig-Smith, the Cambridge-educated quantitative ecologist who dominated the School of Plant Biology at Bangor University for many years whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ran Bangor University. Prof Greig-Smith was a colleague of Dr Chris Wood, the wife of the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood who was playing a key role in facilitating the sex abuse ring. If Walter didn’t personally know Greig-Smith, he will definitely have known people in Greig-Smith’s circle. Greig-Smith was a colleague of Cambridge botanist Edred Henry Corner, who was the uncle of Douglas Hurd. Hurd was Home Secretary, 1985-89, whilst the Home Office ignored and concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles and framed victims and witnesses for serious crimes if they made complaint. For further details of this sordid network and their skulduggery, see post ‘Additional Security Measures’.

After I wrote ‘Additional Security Measures’ Brown observed ‘a whole load of posh people who weren’t very bright and didn’t work too hard all getting jobs for their mates’. That’s just about the sum of it and it wasn’t only happening among natural scientists at Cambridge and Bangor Universities.

In 1985 Walter Chaired the Royal Society Committee which resulted in The Bodmer Report, credited with starting the movement for the public understanding of science. If the public really understood science, Walter would be out of a job and no-one would be running a marathon dressed in a pink bra to raise money for cancer research.  

Bodmer was one of the first to suggest the idea of the Human Genome Project. He was the Director of Research (1979–1991) and then Director General (1991–1996) of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund. So Walter was Director of Research whilst the deeply flawed comparative study involving the Bristol patients was carried out. Looks like that ball was firmly in Walter’s court.

Not that it held Walter back. He was Chancellor of the University of Salford, 1995-2005 and Principal of Hertford College, Oxford, 1996-05.

Whilst Walter was Chancellor of Salford, that institution hosted a rather troubled social work dept. Walter was succeeded as Chancellor of Salford by Sir Martin Harris, upon whose watch a Professor of Social Work Research was appointed, whose incompetence and dishonesty would have made Water proud. I and two colleagues at Bangor encountered the fuckwittery of this man over a period of months and at first we wondered if he was having some sort of breakdown in the light of his chaos, crazy e mails and outright lies. Then a colleague of mine met someone from Salford University who told him that an utterly mad Professor of Social Work had been appointed because Salford wanted to pretend that it was hot stuff in the research arena, but this Professor knew nothing about research, lied through his teeth to everyone about his experience and pompoused around the university in an expensive suit smarming to visitors. It all caused much resentment at Salford.

Martin Harris was born in Ruabon – at the heart of the north Wales paedophile gang.  Harris’s father William Harris was appointed City Librarian of Plymouth – so he’ll have known Michael Foot’s family who were lawyers in Plymouth and undoubtedly knew Michael Foot, Labour MP for Plymouth Sutton, 1945-52 and later leader of the Labour Party who spent years concealing sexual abuse in politics and other high places (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’).  Martin Harris will have also known the MP for Plymouth Devonport, 1966-92 – Dr Death! Dr Death knew some of the Top Doctors who were involved in criminal activities in Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Martin Harris was educated at Devonport High School for Boys, Queen’s College, Cambridge and at SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies).  He began his academic career at the University of Leicester in 1967 – where a great many people were concealing the paedophile gang of which Greville Janner and Frank Beck were part of (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’).  Harris spent 15 years at the University of Salford as a Senior Lecturer, Professor of Linguistics, Dean and later, Pro-Vice-Chancellor. From 1984 to 1987 he was a member of the UGC (University Grants Committee). In 1984 the UGC and its hatchet man Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer imposed such a severe grant cut on Salford that the University very nearly didn’t survive. So Harris gave his own institution a real kicking.

As a member of the UGC, Martin Harris will have known how Alwyn Roberts, a PVC at UCNW (Bangor University) persuaded the UGC and Swinnerton-Dyer not to close Bangor down, which was what Swinnerton-Dyer planned to do. The negotiating had a great deal to do with so many staff at Bangor being involved with, concealing or at least knowing about the paedophile ring in north Wales of which a member was Sir Peter Morrison, Thatcher’s aide and friend. Morrison’s sister was Lady-in-Waiting to HM Lilibet – at the time Prince Charles was Chancellor of the University of Wales (until relatively recently, Bangor and most of the other Welsh colleges were constituent members of the University of Wales).

Harris’s first appointment as Vice-Chancellor was at the University of Essex in 1987. He was VC of the Victoria University of Manchester from 1992 until its dissolution and reformation as the University of Manchester in 2004. So Harris knew about Dafydd’s mates at Manchester who really pushed the boat out to conceal the paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire as well as the havoc that they caused in the mental health services in Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’).

Martin Harris was a member of the CHI (Commission for Health Improvement) whilst it gave a glowing review of the mental health services in north west Wales at a time when so many patients committed suicide that it showed up as a statistical outlier and when a number of patients were framed for criminal offences after complaining about staff violence. At least two members of staff met the CHI and told them in no uncertain terms that the Hergest Unit was very troubled and unsafe for patients, but that glowing inspection report from Harris et al arrived a few weeks later nonetheless (see post ‘Discussions On The Minibus – And A Revealing Letter’).

Martin Harris’s appointments since retirement from the University of Manchester include that of Deputy Chairman of the North West Development Agency, 2002-2008 and Director of Fair Access at OFFA, 2004-2012. Harris was President of Clare Hall, Cambridge, 2008-13.

Martin will be awaiting his peerage at the moment.

 

To return to Walter. In 2005, Bodmer was appointed to lead a £2.3 million project by the Wellcome Trust at Oxford University to examine the genetic makeup of the UK , the People of the British Isles project.

The research interests of the Cancer and Immunogenetics Laboratory at Oxford of which Walter is currently head include the fundamental genetics and biology of colorectal cancer. So if older readers are wondering why cancer testing kits are arriving unsolicited through their letter boxes with a letter demanding that they send a sample of their turds by return of post, blame Walter. That cancer screening initiative – as with the PSA test for prostate cancer – has a high rate of false positives.

Walter has quite a fitting name for someone involved in cancer screening cons. I remember a 1970s TV sitcom in which most of the humour centred around an elderly man called Walter of whom people constantly enquired ‘have you been Walter?’, the implication being that Walter need to pee on quite a regular basis. Because of course he suffered from benign prostatic hypertrophy – as do nearly all older men – so needed to go for a widdle fairly frequently. As I bet does Walter Bodmer and I very much doubt that Bodmer will have his own prostate removed on the basis of a PSA test result, because he will have heard about the concerns over the accuracy of that test.

The deeply flawed study concerning the clinical outcomes of the Bristol patients began in 1985. Walter was given his knighthood in 1986.

Walter’s wife Lady Julia Bodmer was a Distinguished Geneticist as well, although she didn’t have a science degree. What she did have was a husband.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ tells us that Lady Julia ‘played an important role in discovering and defining the human leukocyte antigen (HLA) system, the system of inherited differences which accounts for graft rejection and for susceptibility to autoimmune diseases’. Lady Julia was born Julia Pilkington (whether she was any relation of the Pilkington’s mentioned above I do not know) but the Royal College reminds us that at school she was Head Prefect. Julia then went to Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford, PPE – just like David Cameron and so many other politicians! Immediately after graduating, Julia tied the knot with Walter. She followed him to Cambridge and worked as an assistant economist.

Julia moved to Stanford University with Walter and began her family. She began working with Walter on tissue typing. In her first projects, she identified two new tissue types and laid the basis of the first two genes of the HLA system. She went on to find many new types and analyse their distribution in populations. David Cameron never did that with his PPE degree, but then he wasn’t married to Walter.

In 1970, Julia moved back to Oxford, to the new genetics laboratory – guess who had just been appointed Professor of Genetics there? This enabled the genius which was Julia to expand her work to include associations between HLA types and disease. She highlighted the association between HLA type and juvenile rheumatoid arthritis and ankylosing spondylitis, helping to establish the immunological basis of these diseases.

In 1979, Julia transferred to the Imperial Cancer Research Fund in London – when her husband was appointed Research Director there. She extended her work to include analyses of Hodgkin’s disease, Burkitt’s lymphoma and testicular cancer. Through her analysis and collection of families with a history of testicular cancer, she was able to identify the first testicular cancer susceptibility gene.

When Walter became Principal of Hertford College, Julia moved back to Oxford to establish – with Walter – a new laboratory, working on genetic variation in human populations.

Julia helped found the European Federation for Immunogenetics and was President in 1999. She was an honorary Fellow of Hertford College and a fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences. She was awarded a DSc by Oxford University. Well as Julia still didn’t have a science degree, it must have been getting a bit embarrassing and the postdocs were probably fuming at the way in which Walter’s missus was parachuted into senior positions whenever he bagged a new job, so Oxford gave her a science degree to tidy it up.

Walter and Helen had three children – Mark, Helen and Charles.

A Dr Mark Bodmer is Chief Scientific Officer and President of R&D at Evelo Biosciences, Inc.

A Dr Helen Bodmer is featured on the Cambridge University Centre for Science and Policy website and is described as being ‘Head, MRC and Health Research Team, Research Funding Unit, Department for Business Innovation & Skills’. The website tells us that ‘Helen’s role as Head of the MRC and Health Research Team includes being the Departmental lead for policy on academic medical research and matters relating to the Medical Research Council (MRC) and the Office for Strategic Coordination of Health Research with high level strategic overview of publicly funded medical research in the UK. She also has responsibility for sponsorship and performance management of the MRC. She works closely with colleagues in her unit which covers all areas of scientific research as well as with the Office for Life Sciences in BIS and other Government Departments, especially the Department of Health and the Home Office. In addition to this she is the UK Delegate for the IDEAS programme (FP7) for the European Research Council.’

So Helen decides who’s going to get the dosh. Now I wonder what Helen might prioritise?

Helen’s background is as an immunologist and rheumatologist and she spent four and a half years as an Inspector in the Home Office Animals (Scientific Procedures) Inspectorate. So Helen inherited Walter and Julia’s tendency to be an immunologist – Walter could no doubt draw us a nice diagram explaining the transmission of the gene responsible or indeed build us a model of the DNA involved and can no doubt also trace the trait back to the time when the Bodmers were nitrogen in the atmosphere before they had actually evolved into scientific giants. Helen was also one of those responsible for allowing questionable animal research to continue without letting the general public know what was being permitted.

A Dr Charles Bodmer is an endocrinologist at Colchester General Hospital. He has some rave online reviews from his patients who compliment him on listening to them, having a sense of humour and also supporting them in their decisions to try alternative therapies. So if he is Walter’s son, he’s obviously learnt something from his father’s mistakes. Dr Charles Bodmer has an interest in diabetes. Perhaps he could do something about all the scaremongering over the allegations that fat bastards with diabetes have brought the NHS to its knees, because he will know that it is more complicated than that.

 

The ensuing row after Walter Bodmer’s apology re the Bristol study was enormous. The Bristol Cancer Help Centre and their supporters declared that this was all a dirty tricks attack from the Top Doctors – it might have been, I wouldn’t have put it past them, but it might just have been more shite, sloppy, dishonest research of the sort that I had witnessed so often. At the time there was a huge war taking place between alternative practitioners and Top Doctors and lies and misinformation were being spread by both sides. Patients’ interests were completely lost in the face of all this and they were left confused and in a very vulnerable position.

The supporters of alternative therapy at the time particularly hated Professor Michael Baum, because he made comments about people who use alternative therapy being middle aged female Guardian readers in ethnic weave clothes. Baum should have acknowledged that the reason why so many people were consulting alternative therapists was because they were having such bad experiences with Top Doctors. However Baum did write an interesting article not so long ago about the obsession with prostate screening and what a waste of time it all is, which culminated in the words ‘keep your fingers out of my anus’. I feel very much the same way myself – indeed it was my resistance to the groping suggestions of the sex traffickers of north Wales which brought the venom of the Top Doctors down upon my head for the next 35 years – but Michael Baum theorised that the obsession with other people’s prostates was an attempt to ‘turn men into women’. I think it is more complex than that – it is certainly an attempt to render men as docile and as obedient as many women have been rendered as they are terrified by horror stories of the many cancers from which they will suffer if they do not Get Screened, but it is also part of growing state authoritarianism in the style of Foucault’s ‘Birth of the Clinic’, ‘Discipline and Punish’ etc. It is of course substantially fuelled by the great Top Doctors’ medical research con.  Michael Baum knows as well as I do that bad practice and research fraud have been endemic in medicine for many years and have never been tackled.

Following the confessions that the Chilvers Report was deeply flawed, in Nov 1990 one of the co-authors of the Chilvers paper – Prof Tim McElwain – was found dead. It was assumed that he had committed suicide. Everyone sobered up and it finally dawned on the world exactly how very nasty all this was. Tim McElwain trained at Barts, then worked at Hammersmith Hospital and Great Ormond Street. He became a Consultant at the Royal Marsden in 1972 and was appointed CRC Professor of Medical Oncology at the Royal Marsden and Institute of Cancer Research in 1983. Tim McElwain will have known that research fraud in medicine was extensive.

I was still working in biomedical research when all this happened and I can remember it well, but when I was searching the internet earlier for some of the crucial details about the matter, I notice that certain things seem to have disappeared. I can’t find details of the circumstances under which Prof Tim McElwain died – although ‘pressure of work’ was blamed – so I can’t even do what I usually do and try and work out if there was anything suspicious about his death. Tim McElwain wasn’t the leading author of the paper but he was described as being ‘the most outspoken’ – I have no idea why he felt so bad about it all that he ended up killing himself. Although the Chilvers article was absolutely panned, patients of the Bristol Centre were subsequently very critical of the Bristol Centre as well. In 1993 one angry patient spoke to the Indie claiming that the Bristol Centre had made claims that they could not substantiate and had abandoned patients.

Who could ever tell what had happened behind the scenes.

I also cannot find the original paper by Chilvers et al – I don’t have access to a university library at the moment, so I haven’t been able to search very extensively – but I suspect that like the paper which resulted from the research fraud perpetrated by my old bosses Malcolm Pearce and Geoffrey Chamberlain at St George’s Hospital Medical School (see posts ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), The Lancet has ensured that the testament to the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors can no longer be accessed. After all, the show must go on – there are celebs queuing up to appear on TV telling us that they have cancer and how they wished that they had consulted the Top Doctors and Got Tested, there are highly paid CEOs of cancer research charities and all those fundraisers whose bread and butter (or rather truffles and lobster) is dependent upon anxious people being convinced that they’re about to drop dead if they don’t Get Tested and then there are the thousands of women who need to be encouraged to participate in fun runs whilst wearing pink bras to raise money for the often fraudulent research upon which some Top Doctors have built their reputation. Furthermore where would the nation’s politicians be if they could not take part in photocalls with Top Doctors whilst wearing coloured ribbons and Pledging Their Support? It detracts attention from the abuse of the Parliamentary expenses system, the round the clock troughing and the lucrative company directorships.

The Chilvers affair did not bring an end to the merry-go-round – not only did the Pearce-Chamberlain scandal occur three years later, but Mark Williams and his Mindfulness scam (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) conquered the world and the people whom I knew thirty years ago who were behaving appallingly started landing knighthoods and peerages for their ‘pioneering work’. Photos of their grinning mugs litter the websites of the charities asking people on modest incomes who have no idea of the scale of the con to hand over dosh.

 

Clair Chilvers, the leader of the team which carried out the flawed research and who was the lead author of the article didn’t seem to suffer many negative consequences at all.

At the time of the research, Chilvers was Professor of Epidemiology working in cancer research at the Queen’s Medical Centre, University of Nottingham. So Clair was was one of those people who worked in the building just over the footbridge from the international disgrace which was Robert Baldwin’s Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories. Clair will have definitely heard about Baldwin’s chamber of horrors (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), Queen’s Medical Centre knew about Baldwin.

So what did Clair do after the shit hit the fan and Tim was found dead? She went to work for the Department of Health of course. Clair was subsequently Chair of Nottinghamshire Healthcare NHS Trust and Gloucestershire Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust.

Clair is now Chair of the charity that she founded in 2008 – Mental Health Research UK! A nice photo of Clair can be found on the MIRCYL (Mental Illness Research In Children And Young Lives) website explaining that her organisation ‘has made grants for PhDs to a number of different universities in the UK. Her research background is in breast cancer research and so she is very well versed in best practice when commissioning new research’.

Clair is fighting stigma and is committed to achieving equality.

Er – OK. Clair – lest you have forgotten, a member of your research team died as a result of a huge scandal of which you were the key mover and shaker. Do you think that the world of mental health research actually needs you? Or has it got you because cancer research wouldn’t have you back?

Others involved with Mental Health Research UK include: Lord David Neuberger, former President of the Supreme Court – David is well connected with the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’); Professor Nick Rawlins, Pro-Vice-Chancellor, University of Oxford and Professorial Fellow of Wolfson College. Rawlins is Professor of Behavioural Neuroscience and has worked on schizophrenia. He became Associate Head of Oxford’s Medical Sciences Division in 2008.  Rawlins is responsible for leading the development of the University’s external fundraising strategy. His most cited paper is ‘Place navigation impaired in rats with hippocampal lesions’, published in Nature in 1982.  That’ll knock ’em dead  when it comes to fighting stigma. Chilvers’ co-founder of Mental Health Research UK was the late John Grace QC. Early in his career, Grace defended a group of Hell’s Angels in a ‘turf war’ involving shotguns and pick-axes. Later on he specialised in medical negligence and healthcare law. Did John Grace represent patients who had been harmed? No. Grace represented Top Doctors who were facing disciplinary action and Health Authorities in some of the UK’s highest profile cases in which patients had died or been harmed or who had murdered other people when severely mentally ill and not in receipt of the care that they needed.

John Grace was involved in the case of Christopher Clunis, the mentally ill man who in 1992 killed a complete stranger on Finsbury Park tube station. It transpired that Clunis was extremely ill, had been for a long while, was known to the mental health services in north London and had been scandalously neglected. The Health Authority involved was Camden and Islington Health Authority. Tessa Jowell, Frank Dobson and Jeremy Corbyn have all been involved with the social services and health authorities in Camden and Islington. Any of you like to comment?

John Grace QC was bitten on the bum by the Top Doctors in the same way that Tessa has been – he developed a brain tumour with a poor prognosis. All those years of research fraud and lying to the patients about the excellence of care does have consequences…

Clair Chilvers is also a Trustee of the Barnwood Trust, whose ‘vision is to create the best possible environment in Gloucestershire for disabled people and people with mental health problems to make the most of their lives’. In addition, Clair is a Director of the Churchill Lodge Management Company – and the dear old McPin Foundation. The McPin Foundation is committed to service user led research – except when I and another service user with a PhD and postdoc experience applied for jobs with them they explained that the roles for service users were only very junior and they couldn’t possibly give Real Academics like us jobs with McPin. Probably because we’d have seen straight through Clair Chilvers and might even have known who she was…

The Chilvers Report scandal of course was discussed in the Commons. The aftermath was still rumbling on five years after Chilvers et al had published their paper. Hansard, June 14 1995, records Jean Corston, the Labour MP for Bristol East, becoming very irate.

Corston was uncritically supportive of the Bristol Centre, as were many other MPs. I note that Corston praised the Centre for using massage – whereas nearly everything that the Bristol Centre was doing was benign (although some patients had ended up with malnutrition after taking the dietary advice to extremes), it is now accepted that massaging patients with cancer is most definitely not a good idea because it encourages metastases. Corston reminded the House that in 1985, an agreement was reached that the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and Cancer Research Campaign would finance two research projects on breast cancer, to be conducted under the auspices of the Institute of Cancer Research. The project was set up under the directorship of Clair Chilvers. After two years of a five-year study, the interim findings claimed that the Bristol patients were faring very badly and it was these findings which caused the rumpus.

Corston told the House that a number of people questioned the findings including Professor Karol Sikora ‘a well-respected and internationally renowned oncologist’. Sikora worked at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School and was there when I was a postgrad there in 1987. He was every bit as unpleasant and dishonest as the rest of them there and was very unpopular. Sikora later fell out with everyone in a major way and latterly Imperial College – the institution with which Hammersmith/RPMS merged – made a point of stressing that Sikora was nothing to do with them when he continued to use the title Professor. Sikora has spent the last few years arguing for the dismantling of the NHS. He is a very rich man who wishes to become even richer and he has big interests in private medicine. Sikora established a group with an enlightening sounding name – Doctors for Reform – but this is a group which has been lobbying hard for the abolition of the NHS.

Corston mentioned the BBC Taking Liberties programme which was screened not long before she spoke in the Commons, which was sympathetic to the Bristol Centre. Corston was critical of Michael Baum and Gordon McVie (of the Cancer Research Campaign) who continued to repeat the allegations that the Bristol patients fared worse than the Royal Marsden patients.

Gordon McVie was the man who spent time with the dying George Carman QC and persuaded Carman to leave a legacy to the CRC. Carman was a violent, totally corrupt barrister who was close friends with crooked police officers and gangsters. He was retained by Jimmy Savile, he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and its link to north Wales and he defended serious offenders whom he knew to be guilty. A lot of Top Doctors cultivated Carman’s company as did many politicians and media figures (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘ No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

Corston called for a review of the data from the Chilvers’ trial by a body such as the GMC. The GMC knew just how widespread medical research was and they’d spent years concealing the serious criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles, so what joy Corston thought that she’d get out of the GMC I don’t know. Furthermore in June 1995 the GMC struck Malcolm Pearce off for his part in the St George’s research fraud, but they took no action against Geoffrey Chamberlain who was very much part of it and whose name was on the paper publishing the account of an operation which had never taken place. Malcom Pearce was struck off days before Corston made these comments in the House – she will have been aware of the case, it received widespread publicity (see posts ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Corston mentioned Professor Peter Garland, Chief Executive of the Institute of Cancer Research. Garland was Chief Exec, 1989-99. Garland presided over the Institute when some of the people whom I worked with on a CRC project at the University of Surrey were working at the Institute. I never witnessed them taking part in research fraud, but they admitted to me that the knew that Robert Baldwin at Nottingham was not doing what he claimed to be doing – and I recently discovered that data from work carried out by me whilst I was at Surrey was given to Professor Nicola Curtin at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School without my knowledge or consent and Curtin subsequently published it under her name (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Nicola Curtin was not one of the collaborators on the project at Surrey and I had never even heard of her until a couple of weeks ago when I found a 1989 paper with my name on it – and Curtin’s.

When Peter Garland retired, the Chairman of the Institute for Cancer Research gave him a warm send-off praising his enormous achievements and the expansion of the Institute under his leadership. Who was that Chairman? None other than Dame Stella Rimington, Director General of MI5, 1992-96.

The Dame was particularly impressed by Garland because it was under him that the Institute for Cancer Research identified the breast cancer gene BRCA2. It is because of that particular discovery that Angelina Jolie decided that a sensible course of action would be to have a double mastectomy and her ovaries removed. She may well have had a few other bits taken out as well. Because Angela was given much publicity for doing this and the media waxed lyrical about her Bravery in the face of Risk, many other women Got Tested, found that they too had the BRCA2 gene and had a great many organs removed lest they developed cancer. It has now been admitted that the chances of people with the BRCA2 gene developing cancer are less than feared and even if they do, the sort of drastic surgery pioneered by Angelina is not necessary.

Stella – the reason why somebody made you Chairman of that Institute is that they will have been very concerned as to what was going on in there. You were supposed to put a stop to it. But then as the security services are known to have concealed organised sexual abuse by Westminster and Whitehall figures and bugged, burgled and harassed the victims and witnesses rather than the criminals involved (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised that the research fraud continued.

Stella studied archive administration at the University of Liverpool in the late 1950s. Which was just about when Dafydd was finishing his medical degree there. Lucille Hughes also studied at Liverpool University in the late 1950s. Perhaps they all spent many happy hours getting pissed together which was why MI5 was so helpful to Dafydd and Lucille when they ran the paedophile and sex trafficking ring.

Stella has since been a non-executive Director of M&S. They still aren’t capable of producing any worthwhile clothes.

 

Corston told the Commons that a group of irate patients from the Bristol Centre took the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and the Cancer Research Campaign to the Charity Commissioners and that the two charities were censured by the Commissioners in January 1994 for inadequate supervision of the research and that the Commissioners recommended guidelines on the responsibilities of charities that fund medical research.

So that’s why Chilvers is now leading a mental health research charity.

Whilst making reference to the Taking Liberties TV programme screened in May 1993, ‘Cancer Wars’, Corston spoke of the ‘barons’ of cancer research and treatment from the medical establishment and how this was a David and Goliath struggle. It wasn’t – it was a punch-up between two Goliaths and the patients were damaged by the battle.

Lady Olga Maitland – a ludicrous figure from a past era, then the Tory MP for Sutton and Cheam – chipped in to defend the cancer research establishment. The Royal Marsden and Institute for Cancer Research were in her constituency, so she wasn’t going to upset them. My post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’ describes how Ann Widdecombe and Olga Maitland obtained covert funding, free labour and support for their insane campaigning group ‘Woman and Families for Defence’ from London University in the 1980s.

A junior Health Minister Tom Sackville also joined in the Commons debate. He didn’t say anything very original or enlightening, but I’m interested in Tom by dint of him being a junior health Minister at this time – June 1995. In June 1995 the world was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and its dungeon had been virtually closed down and was told later that summer that the institution was shut and that the patients had all been transferred elsewhere. We now know that this was not true. Part of that hospital was still open and remained open for some time – but again, no-one has ever been transparent about for how long for and why. Someone e mailed me recently telling me that they had put in an FoI request about this and had received a rather cryptic answer that wasn’t very informative.

We know why that hospital couldn’t be closed down as planned – it was because people were illegally imprisoned out there, some of them had been there for years and questions would be asked if those people materialised. I have explained in previous posts how records at the North Wales Hospital – like the records of the kids in care in north Wales – were unlawfully amended, forged, written after the events that it was alleged they were documenting or simply disappeared. So there will have been people in that institution who perhaps – like the Queen’s cousins who were discovered in a long stay institution in Surrey in the 1980s – had been declared dead. (I have received an e mail from someone who told me that there were actually five children of that generation in the Royal Family who were locked up and written out of history.) There was the dungeon at Denbigh and whoever was still locked up in there. And then there were the bodies that are in the grounds or possibly concealed within the building.

People died out there Sackville and that’s why they couldn’t shut the place down and then had to tell a pack of lies.

Tom Sackville was the Tory MP for Bolton West, 1983-97. His first career was as a merchant banker. Between 1992-95 he was a junior Health Minister and then between 1995-97, a Home Office Minister. So Tom was in the Dept of Health throughout the chaos and the dirty dealing which preceded Dafydd’s retirement (see post ‘The Evolution of a Drugs Baron’) as well as when the public were lied to about the closure of Denbigh. Sackville will also have known about the paedophile ring and drug offences that were facilitated by St George’s Hospital Medical School whilst he was in the DoH (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Sackville’s time in the Home Office will have meant that he was party to information regarding the investigation into the north Wales paedophile ring and events in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry. Which William Hague only agreed to hold once Sir Peter Morrison was found safely dead in July 1995. Sackville was transferred to the Home Office some time in 1995 after June.

Have you anything to declare Tom?

Tom is the CEO of the International Federation of Health Plans. The International Federation of Health Plans was founded in 1968 by a group of health insurance industry leaders. With 80 member companies in 25 countries, it is the ‘leading global network of the industry’. It states that it’s  aim is to ‘assist in the maintenance of high ethical and professional standards throughout the industry’. Then Tom’s your man!

Tom’s older brother is William Herbrand Sackville, 11th Earl De La Warr. William’s younger son Ed is married to Sophie – they are good mates with Prince William and Kate and their daughter Viola was born pretty much at the same time as Prince George.

I wonder how William and Kate’s mental health campaigning is going?

 

There are two big mental health stories on Guardian Online today. One reports that a Guardian investigation found that 271 ‘highly vulnerable’ patients died between 2012 and 2017 after 706 failings by NHS bodies. Coroners have been so alarmed at the lapses in care that emerged during inquests that they issued legal warnings to 136 NHS bodies, mainly providers of care, between 2012 and 2017. They included mental health trusts, acute hospitals, ambulance services and GP surgeries. From what I can work out, the figures apply to England only. Paul Farmer, the CEO of MIND, has dispensed his pearls of wisdom about every death being a ‘tragedy’. Farmer has led MIND for years whilst they closed their eyes very firmly in the face of patient abuse and harm and before he was CEO of MIND Farmer led Rethink – where he ignored exactly the same problems. I know because I wrote to Farmer whilst he was at Rethink supplying him with details of the serious criminality on the part of the mental health services in north Wales and I did not receive a response. Farmer sat on the Westminster Gov’ts Mental Health Task Force and has recently been met with protests following his involvement with the Westminster Gov’ts plan to coerce people with mental health problems into work that many of them are too unwell to undertake. Farmer is very much part of the problem – and nets a very big salary indeed in return for colluding with this holocaust.

One of the Trusts named and shamed by the Guardian was Camden and Islington – who have been destroying the lives of vulnerable people for decades now. Another one was the Cheshire and Wirral Partnership NHS Foundation Trust. Camden, Islington, Cheshire, Wirral – all the locations of the vicious paedophile gangs in the 1980s and 90s who were operating through the Social Services and mental health services. As in north Wales, a legacy has been left.

The Guardian article goes into some detail regarding the ‘NHS failings’ and attempts to unpick the problem using a breakdown of the ‘reasons why things are going wrong’. It’s simple – many of the staff really do not care if their patients remain alive or not and are dripping with contempt for them anyway. If the Guardian actually reported what was going on instead of using phrases like ‘staff underestimated the risk that patients posed of suicide’ they would admit that scenes in which Top Doctors and other staff snap at suicidal patients ‘well we can’t stop you if that’s what you want to do’ or ‘you’ve felt like this before and never done it’ or have distressed psychotic patients arrested for shouting or swearing are routine in some units. The other old favourite is to make the environment as distressing as possible for voluntary patients and then tell them that if they don’t like it they can leave. What is happening to patients is simply not encapsulated by the sanitised language that is used in these reports – it does not begin to capture the brutality and inhumanity with which patients are often met.

The whole process of mental health care for many years has been diabolical. The diagnoses don’t make sense and are frequently changed at psychiatrists’ convenience anyway and many people find that many of the treatments simply don’t help them. For people in serious distress the care is woefully inadequate. Mental health professionals often simply view their patients as ‘just being like that’, with no understanding that they might have once been very different – it’s called being seriously ill. I have recently been reading about the actress Emily Lloyd who went through years of a very bad time and had the usual spectrum of meaningless diagnoses applied to her – from what I read Emily showed all the signs of someone who had been subjected to the usual years of fuckwittery and had been written off. She’s made a comeback, has had a baby and seems to be having a much better time. I wonder whether she’ll ever look back and actually remember any of the ‘expertise’ as having been in the least bit helpful. After Emily Lloyd starred in ‘Wish You Were Here’, it was predicted that she’d be the next biggest actress on a global level. It wouldn’t actually surprise me if some of those treating her didn’t even know who she was.

The punk singer Poly Styrene really had her life wrecked by mental health professionals whilst she was still young as well. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia, dosed up and whoops, 15 years later they realised that they’d got it wrong…

Jeremy Hunt banged on about record spending, zero suicide rates and parity of esteem. Jeremy, nothing is going to change until staff are employed who actually take an interest in their patients and those who abuse them – or who send whistleblowers death threats – are led out of hospitals in handcuffs and charged with criminal offences. NHS managers who have presided over units where patient after patient after patient has died despite warnings concerning safety failures need to be prosecuted and dismissed as well.

The other mental health article in Guardian Online concerns an incident at St James’s University Hospital in Leeds in which an elderly mentally ill man murdered two other elderly frail patients in 2015. This has only come to light after someone went public on this incident and explained that there had been a major cover-up. Staff at St James’s allege more than 40 incidents of violent and aggressive behaviour on the same ward between April 2014 and March 2015. They included nurses being punched, a patient throwing a table across the room and another slamming a medicine cabinet lid on a staff member’s fingers. Much has been made of the ‘paranoid’ ‘aggressive’ mentally ill patients.

The ward in question seems to be an EMI ward – elderly mentally ill patients can be aggressive and violent, far more so than one might imagine someone of 80 to be. The staff at St James’s are placing much emphasis on patients not being given anti-psychotics as being the cause of some of the incidents – could this possibly be a backlash against the dreadful publicity that there has been recently regarding elderly patients being drugged up to the eye-balls in EMI units? EMI patients can be cared for without coshing them chemically – it just takes a bit more effort and it involves sometimes going along with foibles and seemingly irrational behaviour until the elderly person’s anxiety levels and distress have decreased. Every ‘violent incident’ that I have witnessed with EMI patients has resulted from staff rigidly demanding that a confused elderly person does something NOW when the elderly person is, basically, freaking out. People with much more experience than me have observed exactly the same phenomenon – wards with EMI patients cannot be run for the benefit of the ward staff adhering firmly to ward routine. If you’re caring for someone who has lost a few million neurones, life doesn’t work like that.

As for covering matters up, St James’s has a long and fine tradition of that. For years they allowed one Jimmy Savile free reign and he sexually assaulted child patients as well and, it is alleged, did dreadful things with corpses in the mortuary. None of that was the fault of violent mental health patients who weren’t sufficiently dosed up.

 

The Independent Inquiry Into Child Sexual Abuse continues and the Church of England is under fire from the Chair of the Inquiry, Professor of Social Work Alexis Jay. Alexis has given the Church a grade A bollocking, claiming that it was an ‘enabler of child abuse’ and that nothing could be more oppressive than an institution saying that it had the power of God behind it abusing children. Actually Alexis, I reckon that a whole group of Social Services Depts linked up together run by paedophile gangs declaring people who complained about them insane and illegally imprisoning them in a dungeon in an isolated building in the middle of a range of hills in north Wales must come a pretty close second. Alexis presided over the Orkney Child Abuse Scandal. Children from the Orkneys were removed in dawn raids by social workers and flown to the mainland where they were placed with foster families whom they had never met before. Social workers refused to believe the children when the children explained that they really had not been Satanically abused. Some of the kids were not returned to their homes for years. It was later admitted that ‘mistakes had been made’. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ for details of the havoc wreaked by Alexis on Orkney.

My post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’ featured Tal Michael, son of Alun Michael, the man whom in May 1999 Blair insisted must be Wales’s First Secretary, although no-one but Blair wanted him in the post. Alun Michael resigned as First Secretary as soon as the Waterhouse Report was handed in, having done the job required of him by Blair (see post ‘News From Sicily’). I mentioned how Tal arrived in north Wales without good reason a few years ago, at the time when the paedophiles’ friends were in need of reinforcements. Tal bagged himself a job as the Chief Executive of the North Wales Police Authority, then resigned to stand for election as North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner as soon as it was announced that Police Authorities would be dissolved and replaced with Commissioners. Tal was unsuccessful so consoled himself with trying to get elected as the Labour MP for Ynys Mon. He didn’t pull that off either.

I commented that Tal was no doubt seeking other opportunities in which he could assist the paedophiles and their friends in north Wales. Tal beat me to it – by the time that I wrote that, Tal was in post as Chief Exec of Gwynedd CAB. I only discovered this because Tal has appeared in Daily Post Online in the wake of a cash crisis at the Gwynedd CAB. The CAB in Wales is best known for being a refuge for the paedophiles’ friends – Lucille Hughes, Dafydd’s mistress who was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the social services in north Wales whilst she was Director of Gwynedd Social Services but failing to act, is one of the managers of CAB in Wales. So does Lucille employ Tal or does Tal employ Lucille? The loathed Fran Tate, another paedophiles’ friend, is also involved with the CAB in north west Wales (see posts ‘Disability Support’ and ‘Just A Language Divide?’)

 

Yesterday the ‘Today’ programme broadcast a report on the subject of serious organised crime in prisons – the Gov’t have set up a new unit to deal with this as it is considered such a problem. The Lord Chancellor David Gauke was interviewed but the one thing that was not mentioned by either Gauke or John Humphrys was that the criminal justice system is endemically corrupt which is why this problem has occurred. Gauke and Humphrys discussed matters such as drones flying across walls with goodies for the inmates. A quaint picture of old lags in stripey jumpers stringing the bed sheets together to climb the walls was conjured up. The real problem is corrupt Governors, corrupt prison officers, corrupt Top Doctors providing the medical opinions/care and bodies such as the Parole Board and Criminal Justice Review Commission being packed with corrupt people. Just take a look at how many such people have been named on this blog. The whole system has for years been run by dishonest members of the professional classes and indeed they are positively selected for. If the priority when making such appointments is to identify safe pairs of hands who have followed careers during which they have concealed serious crime if Important People were involved, this will be the result.

David Gauke stated that he wanted prisons to be ‘places of hope’. So that’s why they are bursting at the seams with seriously mentally ill people, people with drug problems, homeless people or indeed anyone who just can’t cope in our rather dysfunctional society. There was one prisoner who did find prison a place of hope though – Vicky Pryce, the Gov’t economist who some five years ago went to prison (but only for a short while) after she, her husband the Lib Dem MP Chris Huhne and their mate barrister and judge Constance Briscoe all lied their arses off on oath. Vicky constructed herself as a female victim of her husband, wrote a prison memoir and returned to her job as a Gov’t economist as soon as she came out, after dispensing a few words of advice about gender factors regarding the prison system. How about a volume on the social class factors then Vicky?

David Gauke is a lawyer who graduated from Chester College of Law in 1995. Where he was at the heart of the rotten to the core Chester and Wales Circuit which had spent years concealing the paedophile ring that operated in the area and whilst David was there was going into overdrive lest anyone announce a public inquiry into the matter.

 

The Westminster Gov’t are going to order food companies to reduce the calorie content of their grub and reduce the size of the portions. No doubt seconds will be outlawed as the next step. It’s really great to watch a load of affluent middle class people lecturing the plebs regarding what they eat.

In Llanberis in north Wales, the old quarry hospital has been turned into a museum. It’s well worth a visit as they used to say on Blue Peter and the records provide an interesting read. There’s a list of the patients in the hospital, what happened to them and what the outcome was – there’s quite a few accounts of ‘quarrymen’ of 14 or 15 yrs old who had accidents where the outcome listed was ‘died’ two or three days later. There is also information on the quarrymen’s diet. The Top Doctor at the quarry hospital used to get very angry that those ignorant buggers lived on a diet of strong stewed tea with much sugar, bread and jam and thin stew with lumps of fat rather than meat in it. It is otherwise known as ‘being very poor’. The present day version is someone on benefits – or of course very badly paid workers on less than full time hours – and with not very good kitchen facilities, trying to keep themselves and a couple of kids going if they live in a place without local shops selling fruit and veg at a good price. Multi-packs of crisps and pizza packs from Iceland start to look like a good option. Those sitting in Westminster will have faced problems as have the rest of the human race, but very few of them have actually had to survive the mum’s gone to Iceland experience to eke out the inadequate benefits for any great length of time.

There has been a bit of progress regarding the lecturing of the lower orders though. The dreadful Jamie Oliver has at least stopped calling women on low incomes ‘stupid cows’ and ‘daft bitches’ because he disapproves of the way in which they feed their kids – I wonder if any of the stupid cows have given their kids names as ridiculous as Jamie n Jules have? Jamie has finally made some sympathetic noises about healthy eating on a low income. The next step Jamie is that when you present a programme about eating on a budget, don’t helpfully recommend meals which need the sort of expensive kitchen equipment that you but hardly anybody else owns to prepare them. If you want street cred, take a leaf out of Jack Munroe’s book and invent some recipes which really can be made by people with very little money. Jack Munroe didn’t flog expensive coffee table books either, she took steps to ensure that many of her recipes could be accessed completely free of charge. Of course Jamie n Jules might not want to do that because it won’t provide them with enough dosh to send Buddy Bear et al to elite private schools.

 

There is much embarrassment over allegations that Bradley Wiggins, hero of Team Sky, might have indulged in a bit of doping when he won his medals. Bradley is robustly denying any wrongdoing, which if it did happen involved the co-operation of a helpful Top Doctor. The manager of Team Sky was Dave Brailsford who became Sir Dave Brailsford as a result of the success of Bradley and others. If Team Sky ends up disgraced, north west Wales is going to have to rename a lot of things – Dave Brailsford comes from Deiniolen near Llanberis and cycle paths, sports halls and all sorts have been named after him since the Team Sky success. Dave Brailsford’s dad was a lecturer at Bangor University during the era when that institution was crawling with paedophiles’ friends. I never heard any such allegations about Dave Brailsford’s dad but I have been told by at least three people that he was very hostile to women in sport – a climber whose ‘banter’ would send Harriet Harman into a 24 hour hissy fit described Brailsford senior as ‘the most sexist man that I have ever met’. When Dave was interviewed on the radio about hostility to women in sport a few months ago, Dave absolutely reassured the listeners that it didn’t exist. You just don’t notice it Dave because  you grew up with it – it was everyday practice for your dad.

 

Finally this blog’s friend Jane Hutt has ensured that Wales has another first. BBC News Wales reported that Wales has erected the UK’s ‘first purple plaque to mark notable women’. The purple plaque has been erected to one of Jane’s friends! The notable woman in question was Val Feld, Labour AM for Swansea East, 1999-01.

Hutt described her mate as ‘a passionate advocate of devolution, equalities and social justice’ and ‘a powerful force for women and minority groups’ and that ‘it is only right that her legacy of integrity, passion and commitment is permanently remembered as a ‘Champion of Equality’ with this plaque on the walls of the Senedd’.

Val was born in Bangor in 1947 and grew up in Caernarfon. Not that woman of the people Val went to school in Caernarfon – Val was the daughter of a dentist who went to boarding school in Malvern. Which by the standards of Caernarfon in the 1950s made Val pretty posh. Just like her mate Jane Hutt.

In 1967, Val started work in London as a production secretary at the BBC World Service and then become a researcher/secretary at ITN and a copywriter at the Radio and Television News Agency. In 1979, Val moved from to Chorley in Lancashire to work as a housing rights worker and then co-ordinator of the Chorley Rights Centre. After the breakdown of her marriage she became ‘increasingly involved in local community and self-help groups’. In Chorley, she was elected to the local council.

At the beginning of the 1980s, Val returned to Wales. In 1981 Val founded Shelter Cymru and was the Director of the EOC (Equal Opportunities Commission) for Wales, 1989-99. She was then elected as an AM.

Here’s the translation:

Val was a privileged woman who came from what was very much an elite in north Wales whilst she was growing up. She had a cushy job in journalism until she decided to Help The Poor. I have absolutely no problem with any of that – what I have a really big problem with is that like those other wimmin who Helped The Poor, Hutt and Julie Morgan, the Champion of Equality that was Val ignored the plight of some truly desperate people – the victims of the sex trafficking gang in north Wales. Of whom some were girls and women, so even if Val decided that male suffering didn’t matter, there was no excuse for her ignoring what Dafydd et al were up to. And she did ignore it – it would not have been possible to have led Shelter Cymru and the EOC in Wales without knowing what was going on. Psych patients in north Wales were dossing in empty buildings and living rough because they had been wilfully abandoned by the ‘services’ – where was Shelter? Did they publish a word about this or raise concerns about it? Everyone knew that it was happening – just as everyone knew that even if the psych patients and former kids in care actually had somewhere to live, the housing was terrible. Neither did the EOC mention a thing about the serious criminal activities in north Wales which led to such iniquity.

After achieving nothing but a comfortable life for herself, in 1999 Val did what many members of this cadre did – she bagged herself a seat in the newly created Welsh Assembly. Just in time for the publication of the Waterhouse Report – about which none of them asked ANY searching questions. They sat in the Bay of Plenty in the full knowledge that numerous people – including some of their friends and colleagues – had facilitated that paedophile gang.

In Val’s obituaries much was made of her challenging macho attitudes in Wales and how she was such a freedom fighter that she became seriously fed up with the ‘bastion of male chauvinism’ which was the Cardiff and County Club – a men only establishment where, it is widely believed, the great and the good from the media, business, academia and politics get together to discuss matters mutually advantageous. So Val ‘was instrumental in establishing a coalition of women’s organisations to interface with the Assembly’.

I am sure that the Cardiff and County Club does contain some dreadful old farts – but I know for a fact that the wimmins organisations that Val was involved with are just as excluding as the Cardiff and County Club. They are a female version of the Cardiff and County Club – a bunch of well connected privileged women who only let their mates join and then pull strings in the Assembly to ensure that matters go their way. I knew women who tried to get involved with Val and Jane’s wimmins organisations, as well as some of the ‘minority ethnic organisations’ with which Val was involved. They walked away in despair – everybody had the same experience of being told what to do or frozen out by Hutt and her clique. People who didn’t run away screaming were simply oppressed and explained that they couldn’t disagree because if they did ‘their funding’ would dry up.

Wales has had decades of Hutt and the gang log jamming every organisation and every committee concerned with wimmin, minorities and people generally having a hard time. Those people continue to have a hard time. Whilst Jane and the revolutionaries who were the daughters of the affluent middle classes of post-war Britain continue to dine at the trough.

You are a total embarrassment Hutt – and thanks to you someone who ignored a vicious paedophile gang who killed their victims is now honoured on the wall of the Senedd. What an insult to the dead and of course to the AMs who are not paedophiles’ friends.

Jane’s wimmins organisations keep wondering why young women don’t join them. I have witnessed them do this at various events at which I was present. Unusually for me, I didn’t bother to comment – some mountains are just far too big to climb. It was summed up by the comments of another woman whom I met who like so many had had the Jane Hutt/Julie Morgan/Breched Piette/Meri Huws experience – she pissed herself laughing at her memories of ‘the dinosaurs’. Paleontologists famously assumed that the Brontosaurus was very slow to react because of the structure of their nervous system – it was speculated that if they felt pain in one part of their body, it took a dangerously long while for the nerve signal to be transmitted, which is why the Brontosaurus had two brain-like structures. But Jane does not have the two brains – she just has the ultra-slow transmission system…

I’m wondering why Val Feld’s plaque is purple. Is it because this is considered to be a women’s suffrage colour? The thing that most people know about purple is that it’s a bishop’s colour. There is an impressive bishop in Wales – the new Bishop of St David’s. She’s doing a PhD in particle physics in her spare time because she likes that sort of thing. When she was ordained she was met with a group of people protesting about the fact that she is female. I don’t remember Hutt saying a word.

 

 

Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…

A running theme throughout this blog has been how very inadequate many of those who assisted the paedophiles’ friends actually were and are – north Wales overflows with Angels/social workers/councillors/therapists and myriad others who, when they realise that there are lawyers to be consulted or publications to be written, shriek ‘I hope you’re not going to mention my name’ or when faced with highly incriminating evidence resort of course to the perennial favourite ‘we didn’t know’. Oh yes they did. The Pathetic Sharks remain pathetic even when they manage to crawl into a Parliament of some sort – hence Lesley Griffiths feels able to lecture wimmin aspiring to enter politics on how she used to feel nervous speaking in front of all the men but the good thing about being in politics is that you can help the mums and really get things done (see post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’).

The Pathetic Sharks have become noticeably desperate at certain times – these times correlate with the times where it looked likely that the wheels might come off the bandwagon and that the gaffe was about to be blown with regard to the extent of the wrongdoing and the number of people who were involved, as well of course as their seniority. Once the Pathetic Sharks’ anxiety had decreased when someone had been stuffed over, imprisoned or found dead, various rewards – including promotions and gongs – would be dished out.

I have done a lot of mapping of honours – including peerages – on this blog but I’m ashamed to say that I missed one of the most crucial – the knighting of Peter Morrison. Because of who his family were, I presumed that Peter Morrison inherited his title. He didn’t. Peter Morrison became Sir Peter Morrison as a result of a gesture by HM Queen Lilibet – in Feb 1991. Presumably the child molesting friend of Thatcher received this reward from Lilibet for having led Thatcher’s unsuccessful leadership campaign at the end of 1990, which led to her departure from No 10 – it was always alleged that Lilibet and Thatcher hated each other.

What was I doing when Lilibet touched the paedophile on the shoulder with a sword? Sitting in Springfield Hospital facing serious criminal charges after Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and his wife Dr Sadie Francis had perjured themselves – with the full knowledge of the BMA and MDU – whilst being denounced as ‘extremely dangerous’ after Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Prof Robert Bluglass had a word with Dr Robin Jacobson and Prof Nigel Eastman, who admitted in writing that they knew that Dafydd and co were abusing patients. Not only had I lost my job, but one of my former housemates from north Wales who knew some of what had happened up there was having the boot put into him by the Top Doctors whilst he worked for a pharmaceutical company in Kent and was gradually being forced out. Another friend who worked at the Royal Television Society who had also been a witness and who had wanted to make a film about north Wales was also in the process of being unlawfully dismissed. Her husband worked in the drama commissioning department at the BBC and had been told that they would make sure that he ‘never worked in this town again’ after he refused to accept a bribe. Weeks later he was transferred to Manchester – he was later made redundant. The Chairman of the BBC at the time of the attempted bribe was Thatcher’s mate Marmaduke Hussey and the DG was Thatcher’s other mate Michael Checkland.

So once it was considered that we had all been dealt with, Morrison could be knighted. The Pathetic Sharks got in a tizzy again just over a year later with the General Election looming, but a few more people’s lives were wrecked to keep them quiet. Gordon Anglesea began suing the people who’d dared to name him in the media as one of the paedophiles who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and just a few days after John Major had won the election, five more witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed when a firebomb was thrown into the flat where they had been invited to a party. One man who survived the fire was found dead sometime later after he had claimed that witnesses were being murdered and had given evidence in Court against John Allen (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

That firebomb certainly persuaded a great many people to keep quiet and to refuse to assist the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles in any way.

Interestingly enough, Gordon Anglesea’s libel case – which eventually took place in 1994 and resulted in him being awarded nearly £400k damages (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’) – took place at the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand. Which is where the hearing regarding the attempt to imprison me in spring 1991 took place – I was living back in north Wales by then, but was summoned down to the Strand, to one of the Courts next door to where Helena Kennedy was busy fighting for justice for Sara Thornton, at Sara’s first unsuccessful appeal – the Helena who was mates with Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’)…

So someone in the Royal Courts of Justice was obviously keen to help Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Shortly after Gordon Anglesea won his libel case at the end of 1994, Mark Humphreys – who had given evidence against him – was found dead.

The Pathetic Sharks were very busy in 1994.  The year didn’t start too well for them, because in January the Jillings Inquiry was launched to investigate the abuse of children in Clwyd – the Inquiry was Chaired by John Jillings, the former Director of Social Services for Derbyshire. Where there was a paedophile ring which had links with the one under investigation in north Wales. See post ‘It’s A Piece of Cake’ for details of the horrors of the child abuse in Clwyd and how the Jillings Report in full never actually got to see the light of day.

In 1994 Anglesea won his case, my friend’s husband had been forced out of his job at the BBC – the Chairman was still Marmaduke Hussey but by then the DG was Peter Mandelson’s mate John Birt – and Michael Howard at the Home Office finally ruined Mary Wynch (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). The small number of MPs who had been bellyaching about Mary’s case and who signed an Early Day Motion in 1992 in support of her went very quiet and were all eventually bought off with peerages, except for David Bellotti the Lib Dem who ran the campaign to support Mary – he lost his seat and never re-entered national politics. Alex Carlile was the last one who dared ask a question about Mary’s case – in April 1995. Carlile never mentioned Mary again. The Gov’t s expert on anti-terrorist legislation!

The Pathetic Sharks had good reason to panic in 1994 even if they had a safe pair of hands leading the Jillings Investigation – because Peter Howarth and Paul Wilson were standing trial at Chester Crown Court for abusing children in care in north Wales. Matt Arnold, the Head of Bryn Estyn, had been Peter Howarth’s boss when they had both worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead – Howarth was known to have abused children there as well. Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn in May 1973 and in Nov 1973 he offered Howarth a job there. On 9 June 1994 Matt Arnold died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’. How true this was is anyone’s guess – the Top Doctors find it impossible to tell the truth on any matter relating to Dafydd and the paedophiles, including the cause of death and furthermore people who might be in danger of naming names have a tendency to conveniently die just before they might be asked to do this. Peter Howarth’s and Paul Wilson’s trial began four days later on 13 June 1994 – Howarth was convicted and sentenced to 10 years in prison. Wilson was acquitted of all charges.

Howarth died in HMP Wakefield in April 1997 – it was said of a heart attack. Which must have been a great relief to a great many people because it meant that he wouldn’t be around to throw a spanner in the works in the Waterhouse Inquiry which by then had opened and was about to start hearing evidence from the witnesses. Howarth was also out of the way just in time for Blair to become PM a couple of weeks later and not have to worry about Howarth popping up at some time in the future dropping a few people in it.

At the time that Matt Arnold had died and Howarth stood trial, the British Labour Party was without a permanent leader – because John Smith had died on 12 May 1994. Smith had a heart attack in his flat in the Barbican, was taken to Barts, but gosh the Top Doctors just couldn’t revive him – and Smith had only been on a tour of the Barts A&E Dept two weeks previously  because it was under threat of closure! For details – including of Dr Tony Francis’s interest in and reaction to John Smith’s death – see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’. (No-one is safe, I do keep telling people.) The acting Labour leader was Margaret Beckett, that harmless old lady who just loves to trundle off in her caravan and who became a national joke during the expenses scandal when it was revealed that she wasted a great deal of tax-payers money on a pergola on the grounds that she was Foreign Secretary and could not be found to be in possession of a sub-standard pergola. Although as Mark Steel remarked, it was highly unlikely that visiting Presidents were going to be so disgusted at the state of Beckett’s pergola that they would have been in danger of declaring war on Britain.

Margaret’s constituency is Derby South!

It was July 21 before the Labour Party acquired a new leader – Blair! Whose wife just happened to have been a mentor to so many of those radical lawyers who were involved with – or who were close to people who were involved with – the London boroughs responsible for kids in care who were being so brutally abused. One of Cherie’s pals is Max Beloff QC – who was the man who’s legal advice to the insurers of Clwyd County Council ensured that the Jillings Report was made available in full and unredacted to precisely no-one except for the lawyers and insurers of Clwyd County Council. Of course Blair himself had also been a barrister – he was George Carman’s junior – Carman, the most corrupt barrister in the UK who knew all about the paedophile gangs that were causing havoc in the nation’s social services, Carman who had been retained by Jimmy Savile (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’). Blair – who represented a constituency in the north east not a million miles away from Gateshead and who was mates with Ernest Armstrong, the former MP who had concealed what Howarth and Arnold had got up to in Gateshead before they had ever arrived in north Wales (see post ‘ The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

The Most Dangerous Man In The World however had not yet become PM – that role was still occupied by John Major who was encouraging everyone to get back to basics.

 

The Final Solution looked close on 13 July 1995 when Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his London home – he had stood down as the MP for Chester at the 1992 General Election. Morrison’s wiki page says that he died from a heart attack, but at the time no-one was quite sure how he died. He was only 51 and it was presumed that he had fallen – Gyles Brandreth, who succeeded Morrison’s seat – discusses it in his book. Not that a 51 year old man falling onto a soft expensive carpet usually results in death, but of course it was finally concluded that there really was nothing suspicious at all about the unexpected death of a not very old child molester who’s activities with Dafydd and the paedophiles had the potential to cause so much trouble that it was worth someone’s while murdering as many of the witnesses as possible.

In July 1995 my friend Brown – another witness to what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – was forced out of his job at Aston University. The Vice-Chancellor of Aston was Sir Frederick Crawford, Thatcher’s henchman who was later the centre of a grade A row regarding his status as a Freemason when he was appointed Chairman of the Criminal Cases Review Commission. Crawford had an off the rails son who used to boast that he could always get out of trouble because of who his father was – he was found dead in a hotel in Israel.

Because people just would not stop banging on about the possibility of a paedophile ring at work in north Wales and Cheshire with links to Westminster, in May 1995 the Welsh Office – who had spent decades concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales with links to Westminster – appointed Nicola Davies QC in May 1995 to conduct a review of the paperwork concerned with the child abuse in north Wales. Nicola came with the finest credentials – she had defended many a Top Doctor in trouble, including those involved in the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which provided such a useful distraction from Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales just when they needed it (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Nicola found that no paperwork existed from since 1989! Well just fancy that.

Never mind Nicola, I’ve got 10,000 documents here – including paperwork from those missing years…

Nicola concluded that a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales was not needed – Nicola has since gone on to great things, including becoming Dame Nicola and the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’). Lord Hague of the Mother of All Cover-Ups, the Secretary of State for Wales, announced on Dec 11 1995 that a Public Inquiry was not justified.

Before Hague became Secretary of State for Wales, some rather curious things occurred with regard to that particular Gov’t position. John Redwood had held the post between 27 May 1993-26 June 1995. Then David Hunt was appointed – but only until 5 July 1995. Then Hague was appointed and remained in position until Blair won the election in May 1997.

David Hunt was an old lag where the Welsh Office was concerned – he been a junior Minister and was then Secretary of State between May 1990-May 1993. Thus Hunt was the man who had to deal with the dysfunctional idiocy of Gwynedd Health Authority back in 1989, when the Authority was effectively bankrupt and was failing to deliver even the most basic of services (see post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’). Hunt was then Welsh Secretary throughout the years of attempts to imprison me, the years of me and my friends being hounded out of jobs – and he was in post when that firebomb killed five witnesses.

Hunt’s talents were called upon once again just at the time that Dafydd was allowed to ‘retire’ without any of the serious complaints about him being followed up – and with the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). Hunt was also at the scene when those lies were told in 1995 about the North Wales Hospital closing down – part of it had remained open with the knowledge of virtually no-one.

Hague did of course have a change of heart regarding a Public Inquiry a few months later and in 1996 he announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. Presumably now that Morrison and Matt Arnold were dead, Dafydd was being given money and customers to keep him in business and Howarth was safely in prison, Hague was happy to tie up the loose ends with an entirely rigged Inquiry, Chaired by a man who was a personal friend of many of those who had held senior positions whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles had been allowed to do whatever they wanted. Someone else was dead as well by the time that Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry – the young man featured in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’, who had detailed knowledge of a family which included a child sex offender, who had entered into a corrupt deal with Gwynedd Social Services, the Gwynedd Councillor Dafydd Orwig, the North Wales Housing Association and a former police officer Jo Bott, in order to fleece and frame a innocent person who had knowledge of the offences committed by members of this family as well as of Dafydd and the paedophiles. The young man was hit by a lorry and killed near Bethesda in 1995.

 

The Pathetic Sharks had actually been busy at the very beginning of 1994, just after the launch of the Jillings Investigation, but it is only recently that someone pointed this out to me. I did notice the event when it occurred, but I had no idea that it had any connection to Dafydd and the paedophiles. In Feb 1994 I was standing at the bus stop in Rachub near Bethesda with my friend when an old bloke – who was universally known as ‘that dirty old man who lives in Water Street’ – came out of the shop in a state of great excitement, shoved his newspaper under the nose of my friend saying ‘Christ look at this’ and showed us a headline about a Tory MP who had been found dead wearing nought but stockings and suspenders. It really made the dirty old man’s day and I expect that the Sun made a packet out of it as well.

On 7 Feb 1994 Stephen Gilligan, the Tory MP for Eastleigh was found dead in his house in Chiswick. Stephen was found by Vera Taggart, who was variously described as his secretary, his cleaner and his housekeeper. Stephen was found naked except for a pair of stockings and suspenders, had an electrical flex around his neck, a black bin liner over his head and a segment of orange in his mouth. No drugs, alcohol or any other substances were found in Stephen’s body. Those close to Stephen maintained that he had been murdered in circumstances designed to smear him. The pathologist involved in the case concluded that Stephen had died as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation.

The forensic pathologist who performed the post mortem on Stephen Milligan and who maintained that Milligan died from auto-erotic asphyxiation was Dr Iain West, a Home Office pathologist.

West graduated from Edinburgh University in 1967 and his first job was at Addenbrookes Hospital in Cambridge – he worked as a pathologist at Addenbrookes until 1974. Baroness Jean Trumpington – who when she was a junior Health Minister appointed Jimmy Savile to his management position at Broadmoor – wielded a great degree of influence at Addenbrookes (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). In 1974 West relocated to St Thomas’s and then in 1978 he began working at Guy’s, where he remained until he retired in 1998. He became Head of Dept in 1984 and remained there after Guy’s merged with St Thomas’s.

West’s obituaries described him as ‘larger than life’ who’s death was ‘untimely’. It was noted that ‘some of his conclusions about cases were controversial’ – as indeed was his conclusion regarding the manner in which Stephen Milligan had died ie. that he had died as a result of auto-erotic asphyxiation. Segments of orange are allegedly used by people with a penchant for auto-erotic asphyxiation to overcome the unpleasant fumes of amyl nitrate which is often used in the practice – yet there was no trace of amyl nitrate found in or near Milligan. It is unlikely that he’d have just been sucking on a piece of orange whilst hanging himself to pass the time of day. Milligan’s friends and people who did not believe that he had died in the manner assumed by Iain West maintained that he had been killed by a third party who wanted to smear his character.

Immediately prior to his death, Milligan had been upset about a TV programme that had been screened about employment in Eastleigh which he felt had shown the constituency in a negative light and had tarnished his image. In the wake of his death John Major made comments about Milligan having obviously been a very unhappy man. There was no evidence of this at all – Milligan was upset about the TV programme, but he wasn’t suicidal or depressed. He was engaged to Julie Kirkbride, a political journalist for the Sunday Telegraph who later became the Tory MP for Bromsgrove – although there have been allegations that Stephen was gay and had entered into a convenient arrangement with Julie for political purposes – and had been active in the Commons right up to his death.

Milligan however had been party to a great deal of information that a great many people would not have wanted made public. He was PPS to Jonathan Aitken, who was Minister of State for Defence Procurement. Aitken had been busy in 1993 with his dodgy deals with Saudi arms traders in the Ritz in Paris, about which he later lied – it was this that eventually resulted in his conviction for perjury in 1997 and his subsequent imprisonment. Aitken was associated with some odd and unsavoury people who claimed to have links with the security services, including Alan Clark, who were members of a group called Le Cercle (see post ‘Their Trade Is Fuckwittery’). Aitken lived in Lord North Street, as did Sir Peter Morrison – who was one of the MPs who was participating in the gay sex parties which were the subject of rumours swirling around Westminster after Milligan’s death.

People close to Milligan also alleged that he knew of plans to stop the footballer Justin Fashanu going public regarding his claims to have participated in gay sex with two senior Cabinet Ministers.

Iain West worked for the Home Office – a hive of corruption both at the time of Milligan’s death when Michael Howard was Home Secretary and for many years previously as scandal after scandal was covered-up, particularly with regard to the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere. Dr Donald Wayte worked as a Home Office pathologist at the same time – Wayte presided over the lunacy in north Wales, felt able to make comments in public for which he had absolutely no evidence at all and allowed local schoolchildren to accompany him on his duties at work. Wayte’s wife Avril sits on the Board of Dafydd’s charity CAIS, along with the other paedophiles’ friends. Unless she has now retired, Avril presides over the chaos which is the pathology service at the Betsi. Donald Wayte was the pathologist in the 1996 Sophie Hook murder case, which resulted in the imprisonment of Howard Hughes, a former resident of both Bryn Estyn and Garth Angharad – many people are convinced that Hughes is the victim of a major miscarriage of justice. The Home Office had also colluded with Dafydd’s fast and loose prescribing of just about anything on earth for years, whilst Bing Spear – who was clearly corrupt and probably an addict himself – led the Home Office’s Drugs Branch (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

At the time of Milligan’s death and in the following months, Dafydd was regularly appearing in the media – both locally and nationally – being touted as an expert on substance abuse, spouting nonsense about being ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’ and telling the world how the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was ‘unique’. Which I suppose it was, not even the Maudsley had a dungeon in which to imprison the victims of a paedophile gang, but Dafydd didn’t ever explain that it was that which was the unique aspect of Denbigh.  Dafydd was wheeled out on the Kane Debates to discuss the serious problem of Cannabis Psychosis, he popped up on Kilroy – sharing his seat with Kilroy’s buttock –  and he was on S4C virtually every week . For one S4C programme, the cameraman actually got into the cockpit of Dafydd’s light aircraft with him and filmed Biggles being interviewed in the skies above north Wales. We were pissing ourselves in our house every time that we saw one of these ludicrous programmes – we were so busy laughing at the nation’s media giving airtime to this mad old bugger who was engaged in a grade A battle with Gwynedd Health Authority because he had become too embarrassing even for them and they were trying to force him to retire, that we missed the safety risks involved when the cameraman went up in the skies with Dafydd. Dafydd crashed his car virtually every time that he drove over to Denbigh and he kept crashing that plane as well – who on earth deemed him fit to keep his pilot’s licence? For further details of the idiocy that escalated as Dafydd fought against retirement and the closure of Denbigh, please see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’

West’s Guardian obituary observed that ‘his findings…extended into the political world’. West certainly was asked to take on cases of the utmost political sensitivity and he acted for both the defence and prosecution in numerous murder cases.

West’s cases included: Robert Maxwell, Tyra Henry, WPC Yvonne Fletcher and Jill Dando. It was West who performed the second autopsy on Cap’n Bob and discovered some torn muscles in his back – demonstrating that Maxwell had clung onto his yacht at some point when going overboard and thus it was concluded that he wasn’t pushed. West was commissioned by an insurance company who stood to pay out £20 million if Maxwell’s death was other than an accident or murder. West concluded that it was suicide. The combination of Robert Maxwell, an insurance company, and a Top Doctor attached to the most elite medical school in the UK which does exactly what the powerful tell it to do who also works for the Home Office – Maxwell died in Nov 1991 when the Home Secretary was Kenneth Baker – suggests that we will never get to the truth. Tyra Henry was the baby who died in the care of Lambeth Borough Council whilst Paul Boateng’s wife Janet and her colleagues at Lambeth Social Services tied themselves up in knots with the politics of race. Yvonne Fletcher was killed by shots fired from the Libyan Embassy and her death precipitated a diplomatic crisis which eventually led to a bombing raid on Libya carried out from US air bases in the UK. Jill Dando’s death resulted in a serious miscarriage of justice after a service user was fitted up, despite being at a day centre some four miles away when she was killed by what was clearly a professional assassin. The more recent rumours regarding the killer’s motive have revolved around Jill having knowledge of a VIP paedophile ring involving people from the BBC. Jill’s Crimewatch colleague Sue Cook had a close friendship with George Carman, the most corrupt barrister in the UK – and Blair’s former boss – who knew all about VIP sex rings in north Wales and elsewhere (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

West’s most high profile case was that of the death of Kenya’s Foreign Minister, Dr Robert Ouko. Knacker of the Yard was sent out to Kenya to investigate and West’s opinion was sought.

West was also involved in the King’s Cross fire investigation and the genocide perpetrated by Saddam Hussein – the one which the UK didn’t take a great deal of notice of at the time, although Blair suddenly started banging on about it some years later when he went to war with Iraq because George Dubya Bush told him to.

Iain West’s advice was sought when the IRA blew the Tories up in the Grand Hotel in Brighton and in the cases of the London Harrods bombing and and the Hyde Park bombing.

The Telegraph’s obituary of Iain West stated that he ‘was always scrupulously honest and would never alter his evidence to fit a scenario’. In fact West was so fantastic at working out the scenario, that in some of his cases the criminals who were later fingered for the murders confessed to exactly the same scenario that West had predicted! Things went embarrassingly wrong with the business of Jill Dando obviously, but her fiance is now Top Doctor to Buck House so there’s been a happy ending and more importantly one which ensures that he’s not going to ask any difficult questions.

Iain West was called upon to advise on the Clapham Rail Disaster in 1988 and he made a number of safety recommendations. So that will explain why in 1999 he was called upon once more to advise the Paddington Rail Disaster.

West was President Elect of the British Association of Forensic Medicine and a member of the Home Office Policy Advisory Board for Forensic Pathology. In the years before his death in 2001, West expressed concern about the parlous nature of UK forensic pathology – so he obviously didn’t notice the presence of Donald Wayte for several decades or notice that he himself had been leading the profession for several decades. It was thus only reasonable that West Chaired the working party ‘Towards A Unified Forensic Pathology Service for England and Wales’ when the Home Office set up a review of forensic pathology services.

Whilst West worked at Guy’s he established a computerised database regarding forensic cases for use as a reference source for lawyers, police forces and pathologists. No doubt many people found it very useful when they wanted a bit of guidance as to who to fit up in the event of a body being found.

Iain West lived in East Sussex – not a million miles away from Brighton. John Allen trafficked children who had been abused at the Bryn Alyn Community to brothels which he owned in Brighton and the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal who were killed by a firebomb in 1992 died at a party in a flat in Brighton. John Allen had told one of the party goers that he would see them there, but he didn’t turn up (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Keith Best, the Tory MP for Ynys Mon, 1979-87 and barrister who was a Minister in the Welsh Office who assisted in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles, was born in Brighton, went to Brighton College and was a Brighton Borough Councillor, 1976-80. Just for good measure, Dafydd’s mate Professor Jim Watson worked at Guys and St Thomas’s at the same time as Iain West.

Iain West’s hobby was firearms and shooting.

West’s first boss and the man who inducted him into the ways of forensic pathology was Prof Austin Gresham, who spent his whole career at Cambridge. Gresham was a Home Office pathologist who was involved in the memorable case of Julie Ward, a young woman who disappeared whilst on safari in Kenya in Sept 1988. The Julie Ward case was seriously weird. She was last seen on Sept 6 1988 – the Kenyan authorities claimed that she had been killed by lions. Julie disappeared on the Masai Mara game reserve and there were concerns expressed that the Kenyan authorities were reluctant to admit that she might have been murdered because of their fears that their tourist industry would incur damage. Which could well have been true. However, Julie’s father John – a Suffolk business man with a great deal of money to spare – maintained that he did not believe what he was being told and he flew to Kenya himself to conduct his own investigation.

On Sept 13 1988 John Ward found Julie’s remains, in a remote area of the Masai Mara reserve and those remains were given to Gresham to examine. Gresham’s conclusion was that Julie’s body had been dismembered with a machete, doused in petrol and set alight. He maintained that her bones had sharp cuts upon them, rather than gnaw marks – thus she had been murdered not killed by animals.

The whole case was a diplomatic nightmare for the British Gov’t – Kenya was desperate not to have a collapsing tourist industry on its hands and Thatcher’s Gov’t wanted to maintain good relations with the Kenyan Gov’t. The President at the time was Daniel arap Moi – there was much evidence that his regime was guilty of serious human rights abuses.

While the explanations given by the Kenyan authorities regarding Julie’s death did seem somewhat outlandish – it was also suggested that she had committed suicide or had even been killed by lightening whilst up a tree causing her body fell to the ground which was chewed by the lions – there is something gobsmackingly obvious that no-one mentioned. John Ward – an hotelier – flew to Kenya and after a matter of days found Julie’s remains in a remote area of the game reserve. Just like that. There was no mention of a finger tip search involving scores of police, sniffer dogs et al. He just went there and hey presto, found Julie’s body. Searching the Masai Mara will not be like having a root around in one’s vegetable patch – there is quite a lot of the Masai Mara. Furthermore, Ward will have had to negotiate the lions, cheetahs, giraffes, zebras, wildebeests – who might even have been migrating or something – hyenas, elephants, leopards and a great many other things including David Attenborough and his film crew. How did Ward know that the burnt bones were those of Julie? A heap of burnt bones are not that recognisable – that is how the likes of Gresham make a living at doing things with them and drawing conclusions.

The death of Julie Ward was one of those stories that ran and ran. In 1992, two park rangers were tried for Julie’s murder and acquitted. In 1998, the head park warden was put on trial and acquitted.

Allegations and counter-allegations have flown back and forth. It was alleged that one coroner’s report was altered to disguise the cuts in Julie’s bones. John Ward maintained that the British authorities obstructed his attempts to achieve justice and it was said that a report compiled by Jon Stoddard, the Chief Constable of Lincolnshire, which heavily criticised the FCO and the British High Commission in Kenya, was suppressed on National Security grounds, because it ‘shamed’ Britain.

In 2004 an inquest in Britain returned an verdict of unlawful killing. Dr Peter Dean, the Greater Suffolk coroner, maintained that there had been a ‘blatant and astonishingly clumsy cover-up’. In the same year, a former Kenyan intelligence officer – who had previously been the chief suspect for Julie’s murder himself – claimed that he had witnessed Julie being raped and murdered by three men.

In Oct 2009 John Yates, the head of the Met’s anti-terrorism squad paid a visit to Kenya to make further inquiries about Julie’s death. Julie’s death is not thought to have been linked to terrorism, but Yates’s previous role was in the Met’s Special Crime Directorate and he had responsibility for certain murder cases. John Yates was ‘Yates of the Yard’ who became famous for heading the ‘Cash for Honours’ investigation. It was said that human DNA from the murder scene – thought to be that of the attacker – had been identified. Furthermore, a new witness approached John Ward through his lawyer who maintained that the burnt remains were placed in the remote area of the Masai Mara where John Ward discovered them to throw investigators off the scent of the murder site.

I’m not sure how the ground lies at present with regard to the investigation into Julie’s death – even a few years ago, John Ward had already spent the best part of one million investigating and had made 100 trips to Kenya.

Much as I sympathise with Mr Ward and I can absolutely accept that he wasn’t convinced by the Kenyan authorities explanations for his daughter’s death, I’m not sure that anything else can be believed either – not the convenient discovery of bones in the middle of Africa which just happened to be those of Julie or the word of coroners or senior police officers who tend not to disagree with powerful people or institutions.

The one person whom I also believe could have been guaranteed not to tell the whole truth was Austin Gresham. This was a Top Doctor working for the Home Office whilst Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary – victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales were being framed and sent to prison or high security hospitals (see post ‘ Security, Security’) and documentation was being fabricated by the Home Office as well as by the Dafydd, the paedophiles’ friends and the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Just weeks before Julie had disappeared, Professors Robert Owen, Robert Bluglass  and Dr Colin Berry had conspired and lied to conceal the criminal activity of Dafydd, Tony Francis and the paedophiles (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).  Furthermore Gresham worked at Addenbrookes, an institution over which Thatcher’s junior Health Minister Trumpers – who by then had installed Jimmy Savile as the manager of Broadmoor – wielded considerable influence (see post ’95 Glorious Years’). If there was one thing that the Top Doctors do not do in politically charged cases it is to tell the truth.

There is something else about Gresham that would ensure that he was compromised. Gresham was born in Wrexham and went to school there, at Grove Park School. Bang in the middle of the paedophiles and the paedophiles’ friends’ territory. Gresham went onto Gonville and Caius College, Cambridge and then to King’s College Hospital for his clinical training.

Austin Gresham published ‘A Colour Atlas Of Forensic Pathology’, a gory compilation of photos of the corpses of people who had met a sticky end, as well as photos of severed limbs, body parts and maggot infested cadavers. This was the book that inspired the Britart movement of the 1980s and 90s, including Damien Hirst’s installation ‘The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Someone Living’ – more popularly known as ‘The Dead Shark’…

When Iain West relocated to Guy’s in 1978, the Head of Dept was Professor Keith Mant. Mant had been involved in the investigation of Nazi war crimes after WWII, including the human medical experiments, particularly those carried out at Ravensbruck. When Mant returned to England he worked at St Mary’s Paddington and was then offered a job at Guy’s by Keith Simpson, the Professor of Forensic Medicine – who also had a Harley Street practice. Mant became Head of Dept when Simpson retired in 1972.

Simpson was born in Brighton, his father was a GP and Simpson attended Brighton, Hove and Sussex Grammar School, so he got off to a flying start in terms of future potential for assisting the paedophiles’ friends. Simpson was a Home Office pathologist who was involved in making history on a number of occasions. He was involved in the case of the 1949 Acid Bath Murders committed by John George Haigh and in the 1966 murder case of George Cornell by Ronnie Kray. However I am impressed by the number of controversial cases or miscarriages of justice that Simpson was involved with – he was certainly at the centre of the action.

In 1956 Simpson acted for the MDU in the defence of Dr John Bodkin Adams who was acquitted of murdering one of his patients, although Bodkin Adams was tried for murdering more than one of his patients. Harriet Harman’s dad Dr John Harman gave evidence for the defence, although he didn’t have a great deal of experience of the matters that he was giving expert evidence about. In 1961 Simpson was involved in the James Hanratty ‘A6 murders’, resulting in a conviction and death sentance which worried a great many people even back then. In 1974 Keith Simpson was invited to re-examine the pathology findings after Bloody Sunday – Simpson’s findings were remarkably helpful to the Gov’t. Many years later the Saville Inquiry did not substantiate Simpson’s findings. In 1974 Simpson also worked on the case of Sandra Rivett, the nanny who was murdered by Lord Lucan. In 1982 Simpson was involved in the Roberto Calvi case. Calvi was the former Vatican’s banker who was found hanging under Blackfriars Bridge. A verdict of suicide was returned which was believed by virtually no-one. Calvi’s family were and remain convinced that he was murdered and Private Eye publicised the case for years.

Simpson might have missed all the organised gangs abusing and trafficking children in care, but the NSPCC – which colluded with that abuse and trafficking – really loved him because in the 1960s Simpson was a pioneer in the field of ‘battered baby syndrome’.

Simpson died in 1985. In June 2012 Simpson was honoured for his many years loyal service of drawing whatever conclusions were most helpful to the Home Secretary of the day by a Westminster City Council Green Plaque being stuck on the front of his former residence at 1 Weymouth Street – which is just down the road from where Bridget Mason’s famous Fertility Clinic Of The Flying Sperm was located (see post ‘Every Sperm Is Sacred – Particularly In Scotland’).

Keith Simpson contributed to a famous miscarriage of justice that his successor Keith Mant gained kudos from undoing – the 1972 murder of the mixed race transvestite Maxwell Confait, which resulted in the imprisonment of the Catford Three who alleged police brutality as well as a stitch up. Their convictions were quashed by Lord Justice Scarman in 1975 sitting in the Court of Appeal, who accepted that Keith Simpson had missed ‘obvious evidence’ concerning the time of death. Somehow I doubt that was the first time that Simpson had missed obvious evidence if it failed to point the finger of suspicion at the appropriate person.

Simpson’s successor Keith Mant’s talents as a Top Doctor were not inherited in the way in which so many of his colleagues inherited theirs via the Top Doctor gene that is known to be passed on through parental DNA. Keith Mant’s own genetic loading was very strongly in favour of him becoming a lawyer – Mant’s father was a solicitor, the 10th generation of his family to become a lawyer to be precise. So where Keith Mant’s tendency to don a white coat and a stethoscope came from I cannot imagine.

Mant learnt well at the knee of Simpson however, despite that blip involving Maxwell Confait. Mant’s cases included Blair Peach, who was on an anti-NF march when he was bashed on the head by a member of the Metropolitan Police’s Special Patrol Group. Mant was on safe ground when he revealed that the damage inflicted upon Blair Peach’s head was caused by something a lot heavier than a truncheon, because the SPG had all removed their identifying numbers and covered their faces anyway before one of them killed Blair Peach and then they all refused to squeal on the guilty party (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Another of Mant’s cases was that of Bobby Sands, one of the IRA prisoners who starved himself to death in the Maze.

Keith Mant retired in 1984 although he continued to take  commissions after his retirement.

The excellent thing about pathologists who work on murders and acquire a name for themselves for producing the right conclusions for the Gov’t of the day, is that if one day a Prime Minister is elected who needs to build his power base upon the cover-up of a vicious paedophile ring in the recent past and that Prime Minister just happens to be married to a ‘human rights lawyer’ who knows the reputations and histories of all the pathologists, that knowledge will prove invaluable. Even if the human rights lawyer in question is a bit batty, feels threatened by Anji Hunter and seeks advice from an even battier lifestyle guru who’s boyfriend is a crook.

 

My post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ noted how in 2011 a substantial number of unlikely people found themselves as AMs, despite not previously having shown much desire to bag a seat in the Assembly. It is very obvious that these people were fulfilling roles as reinforcements for the paedophiles’ friends as the demands for a re-investigation of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal would not disappear. The influx of reinforcements for the paedophiles’ friends took place over a period of several years.

Dr Mohammed Mehmet previously of Peterborough and Islington Councils arrived in Denbighshire County Council supposedly on a temporary basis but found himself being appointed as Chief Executive in 2007 – he departed in a hurry for some unknown reason not so long ago.

Somebody else who suddenly graced with north Wales with his presence was Tal Michael, who gave up a life of glamour in senior roles in London Councils to arrive with his family on the north Wales coast during that period of time which saw the influx of reinforcements. Tal is of course the son of Alun Michael, who was ordered by Blair to get his arse in gear and become Wales’s FM after Ron Davies had been caught on Clapham Common with Boogie (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), because under no circumstances was Wales to be allowed to have Rhodri Morgan as FM. I don’t know what Blair was worrying about, every one of them was keeping schtum about Dafydd and the paedophiles, it’s not as if Rhodri was going to blow the whistle on anyone, he kept giving the paedophiles’ friends jobs as Health Ministers. Rhodri got the job that he couldn’t do very well but that his mum said that he’d always wanted (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) in the end anyway – because as soon as the Waterhouse Report was published, Alun Michael resigned as FM (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Presumably the job had been done. He must have felt a bit like Lou on Eastenders years ago, where once she’d sorted her family out as much as she could, what with Arthur stealing the Christmas Club money, having a nervous breakdown and being sectioned by Dr Legge and then going to prison and Chelle having a secret abortion and Lofty having a big row with her, Lou said to everyone ‘well that’s you lot sorted out, I can go now’. The Fowlers thought that Lou was just going to bed, but she went upstairs and died.

Didn’t Dirty Den get shot by a gun concealed in a bunch of daffodils at one point? I do hope that Dafydd didn’t watch that episode, he doesn’t need to be inspired.

So Alun Michael died his death – but unfortunately he re-appeared in the form of South Wales’s Police and Crime Commissioner and is still there. Furthermore Tal turned up.

I encountered Tal at an IWA meeting where he had a disagreement with me about the results of some polling predictions. I told Tal that polling predictions cannot always be believed and Tal reassured me that this one could. Er Tal – perhaps you don’t remember all that but I did have a quiet snigger to myself when the poll that you had staked your hopes on turned out to be wrong.

Tal didn’t seem to have a job to go to in north Wales, so he didn’t delay with his job search. I doubt that he went on the computer at the Job Centre or joined the Job Club – obviously those are things that other people do. Tal got on his bike and looked for a job and landed himself one as Chairman of the North Wales Police Authority. HOW I’d be most interested to know. Who wrote his reference? Blair? When it was announced that the Authority was to be abolished with the advent of elected Police and Crime Commissioners, Tal immediately resigned from his job and stated his intention to run for election as North Wales’s Police and Crime Commissioner. I saw Tal canvasing in Wrexham and he’d been rash enough to have the slogan ‘Tough On Crime, Tough On The Causes Of Crime’ printed in large letters on his leaflets. Tal – Wales really wants to forget about Blair, particularly after the nation dodged a bullet when Ron was caught with Boogie before Blair imposed your dad on everyone.

Tal wasn’t elected – so Wales escaped the nightmare of the Michael Mafia running the entire police force in Wales. What Wales was saddled with wasn’t a great improvement – Winston Roddick was the first Commissioner to be elected for North Wales, a man who grew up in Caernarfon, then became a policeman in Liverpool who later metamorphosed into the sort of barrister whom the paedophiles’ friends really love. Roddick was the first Counsel General for Wales after the Welsh Assembly was established in 1998. So he was in place in time for the Waterhouse Report. The next Commissioner who is still in post is just as much of a nightmare – Arfon Jones, the paedophiles’ bestest friend who was the man who chauffeured Gordon Anglesea to the venues where Anglesea molested youngsters in care.

Tal also had a go at becoming the Labour MP for Ynys Mon, but that didn’t work either. Tal’s twitter account currently simply states that he’s living in beautiful north Wales. Obviously still seeking opportunities to assist Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Another person who turned up in Wales at the time when the paedophiles’ friends were in need was Geraint Davies. Geraint Davies has been the Labour MP for Swansea West since 2010. Davies was the Labour MP for Croydon Central, 1997-05, although he first stood as a Labour candidate for in 1987 – so he was selected whilst Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party.

Davies’s father was a civil servant from Aberystwyth and his mother’s family were from Swansea. He was brought up in Cardiff, went to Llanishen High School and then to Jesus College, Oxford. In 1982 Davies became a Unilever Group Product Manager. In my previous posts I discussed how Professor Fergus Lowe of Bangor University’s School of Psychology built his considerable empire by holding numerous people over a barrel regarding their knowledge of the organised child abuse and associated wrongdoing in north Wales in particular – although Fungus also knew about George Thomas’s molesting in south Wales and much else besides – thus extracting substantial research funds out of various bodies. Fungus was very good at this, not being a Pathetic Shark himself but rather, as Brown described him, ‘a highly effective shit’. Fungus’s first big achievement was extracting an absolutely enormous grant from Unilever! It was the Unilever dosh that footed the bill for the Brigantia Building at Bangor University – and the deal was done in the 1980s as well. Fungus was part of a much bigger team and he systematically screwed them all over by holding negotiations with Unilever without their knowledge and smearing them in order to ensure that they were then frozen out. Eventually Fungus was the only one left and no doubt all he had to do was whisper the words ‘George Thomas…Speaker of the House…Thatcher…Peter Morrison…Buck House…Dafydd Alun Jones…Denbigh…sex parties with elderly Westminster paedophiles and kids in care…Jimmy Savile…’ and instead of kicking Fungus in the knackers and bringing him down, the Pathetic Shark will have got the cheque book out.

Is that not pretty much what happened Geraint?

Fungus could well have had an awful lot on Geraint. Warlingham Park Hospital was located near Croydon and the brutality towards patients there was so great that some patients died and a number of staff were imprisoned for the rape and assault of patients. My post ‘A Trade In People – Between London and North Wales’ describes how in the 1980s a widowed mother of teenaged children died in suspicious circumstances in Warlingham Park and when her children asked too many questions they were sectioned – and taken to Warlingham Park. Once there, the teenaged girl was forced to make allegations that her brother had raped her and there was then an attempt to force him to sign a confession to the rape that they both told me did not happen, as part of a grand scheme to have the brother banged up in a high security hospital. The teenagers spent the best part of a year drugged up in Warlingham Park and whilst they were there a group of crooked doctors and lawyers fleeced them of most of their inheritance. This gang of crooks then packed them off to Bethesda – although they had never even visited Wales before – where local people were told by the police not to have anything to do with them because they were paedophiles. There was an attempt to arrest them within days of them arriving in Bethesda.

Geraint was the Assistant Secretary of Croydon North East Labour Party, the Chair of Croydon Constituency Labour Party, a Councillor for Croydon Borough Council from 1986, the Chair of the Housing Committee in 1994 and then the Leader of the Council in 1996. Geraint was the Chair of the Housing Committee of the London Borough Association, 1996-97.

Geraint could not have missed what was going on in Warlingham Park Hospital. Just to add to the fun, Geraint was a member of the union MSF. The MSF reps at St George’s Hospital Medical School were corrupt and colluded with serious wrongdoing in order to advance their own positions and I suspect that this was happening in other NHS institutions as well. In 1985 Geraint joined the GMB, another union which ignored and concealed serious malpractice and abuse of vulnerable people in the NHS (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’).

By the mid 1990s I expect the Pathetic Shark Geraint had begun to nibble at a few even more Pathetic Sharks and thus his career in politics began to take off. Although he managed to get elected in Croydon Central, he lost the seat in 2005. He didn’t stay twiddling his thumbs for long though, he was selected to contest the seat of Swansea West when Alan Williams who had held the seat for 45 years retired.

Geraint has been a busy bee in the Commons, during the years that he represented Croydon Central as well as in his capacity as the MP for Swansea West.

In 2003-05 Geraint was the NSPCC Parliamentary Ambassador after he proposed legislation to stop childminders smacking children and to allow parents to see the records of complaints about prospective childminders concerning child safety. The Gov’t subsequently adopted these proposals. Geraint proposed reams of legislation after this success, including: outlawing striking children across the head or with implements or shaking children; banning advertising junk food to children; including nutrition in OFSTED responsibilities; penalising credit card companies if they have been used to pay for downloading child porn; ensuring that patients going for counselling are only treated by qualified practitioners and banning sexual grooming and sexual activity between patients and practitioners; regulating the amount of sugar in food and drink; measures regarding revenge porn; the banning of the advertising of electronic cigarettes.

That’s quite a record for the man who gave Fungus millions in return for keeping quiet about a sex trafficking ring with links to serious organised crime in Europe, which ensured that Dafydd and his dungeon remained in action.

Geraint represents Wales on the Council of Europe, where among many other things he has spoken about FGM. I expect that Geraint wants Prosecutions. Probably of Somalis.

Geraint is a member of the Welsh Affairs Committee – he has spoken about rape victims.

The Daily Telegraph named Geraint as one of the worst offenders in the expenses scandal. In 2004-05, his staff and office costs were the highest of any MP. Geraint’s explanation for this was that he was the hardest working MP. He claimed over £20k for a central London 12 miles away from his constituency home and also claimed taxi expenses that he was not eligible to claim for. He claimed £38,750 on postage. Geraint also spruced up his kitchen at a cost of £2,285 and his living room at a cost of £1,500 and charged the lot to the tax payer.

When Geraint was selected for Swansea West he was strongly endorsed by the previous incumbent of 45 years standing, Alan Williams, as well as by Andrew Davies the AM for Swansea West, 1999-11.

Alan Williams was MP for Swansea West, 1964-10. Williams was born in Caerphilly, went to Cardiff High School for Boys, then to Cardiff College of Technology and Commerce and then to University College Oxford. He lectured at the Welsh College of Advanced Technology and then worked in broadcasting and journalism. Williams held a number of Ministerial positions under Harold Wilson and then Jim Callaghan. Williams is constantly described as a man who fiercely defended the interests of his constituents and Swansea, who was a ‘forensic inquisitor’ and who went for the jugular on matters such as malpractice in the WDA, waste in the Royal Household such as the excessive cost of the Royal Yacht and the Royal Train and in 1993-94 got his teeth into Gov’t expenditure on the Malaysian Pergau Dam. Yet these were all very easy targets. The WDA was a national embarrassment and became synonymous with crooks and spivs – furthermore Margaret Thatcher promoted it, so exposing malpractice in the WDA never took that much courage. Wales is not quite as Republican as some would have us believe, there are plenty of fans of the Royal Family in Wales, but even so the Royal Family splashing out on things like their yacht and their train did cause them to come under fire – once again Williams wasn’t putting his neck on the line by having a go at this. The Pergau Dam was a completely disreputable scam perpetrated by Douglas Hurd (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’) so it won’t have been difficult to have aimed a few shots at that. Williams’s shameless toadying to Blair at Blair’s final PMQs was an example to us all.

Williams’s constituency covered the more affluent area of Swansea which included Swansea University.There were huge problems at that University which culminated in allegations of corruption involving the Vice-Chancellor Richard Davies and there was a major – although unsuccessful – effort to remove Davies, which included representation to the University Visitor ie. HM the Queen. Alan Williams doesn’t seem to have made much of a fuss about that, although depts with good reputations were closed down on a whim and academics with sound reputations lost their jobs – a number of them had to leave Wales to find new jobs.

Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain who presided over chaos and research fraud at St George’s Hospital Medical School as well as colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles and Lord Brian Flowers who presided over similar matters at Imperial College both had connections with Swansea University/Swansea (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’).

Alan Williams was obviously considered useful by someone though. Whilst Kinnock was leader of the Labour Party, Williams was Shadow Secretary of State for Wales, July 1987-Jan 1989. Which was whilst Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all doing our best to raise concerns about the criminality in north Wales associated with Dafydd and the paedophiles. Alison and I were writing to Ministers – Alison even personally contacted Thatcher in January 1987 and told her that she had witnessed the abuse of children in care and Mary had won her legal battle against Dafydd after her appeal to the Master of the Rolls which had made legal history and headlines in the London-based media. Fungus had struck his terrible deal with Unilever which ensured everyone’s silence and massive funding for the Bangor University School of Psychology – which continued to use Dafydd and the North Wales Hospital to train clinical psychologists. I and my friends were being threatened and harassed and the Welsh Office and Professor Robert Bluglass concealed the serious criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE). The Tony Francis who used to tell people that he was at University in Cardiff whilst Kinnock was President of the Students Union. The Kinnock who married Glenys from Holyhead – where children in care were being abused – whose parents were involved with Labour politics in north Wales and were mates with Cledwyn Hughes, who was another major player in the concealing the cess-pit in north Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Of course Kinnock also knew that George Thomas – who by the time that Kinnock appointed Williams as Shadow Secretary had been Speaker of the House for years and was by then Lord Tonypandy – was molesting children and he’ll have known that Ron Davies was waiting to splatter everyone at some point when he hit the fan.

Before Williams was Shadow Secretary and after he was Shadow Secretary, the Shadow Secretary was the same person – paedophiles’ friend Barry Jones, now Lord Baz! Like Glenys, Lord Baz was a teacher from north Wales – Lord Baz was the NUT rep for a region in which a paedophile ring was in operation and ended up as Chancellor of Glyndwr University.

I am going to spend a bit of time going through all the events of the 80s and early 90s in north Wales to work out why Kinnock installed paedophiles’ friend Alan Williams as Shadow Secretary between July 1987 and Jan 1989, when paedophiles’ friend Lord Baz held the fort before and after. I suspect that it was something to do with Fergus Lowe and the dosh that he was extracting out of the Pathetic Sharks.

Alan Williams also had a direct link with the paedophiles of Gwynedd Social Services. Williams’s daughter Sian is a big name in ladies football. She was the manager of the Welsh Women’s team, 2000-03 and the manager for Watford Ladies, 2006-09. Sian knows Keith Fearns, who has run the ladies football team in north west Wales for many years! So Sian, what was Fearns really up to with the ‘ladies football team’ – the ladies in the team were nearly all trainee or junior social workers or probation officers – when they all used to chug off to unlikely places in Eastern Europe? The whole of north Wales were wondering what that was all about and there were many ribald references to Fearns’s harem. The only surprise is that we weren’t told that they were raising money for St David’s Hospice or Kidney Wales.

The Pathetic Sharks of Swansea will also know all about Nigel Evans, the Tory MP for the Ribble Valley who ended up on trial for a series of sex offences against young men. Nigel and his supporters maintained that it had all been harmless fun at ‘crazy crazy Westminster’ whilst everybody was completed bladdered, which Nigel admitted that he was most of the time. Nigel was acquitted of all charges. Nigel came from Swansea and once stood against Alan Williams.

No wonder we never heard a peep out of the Labour Party whilst children in care and psych patients were found dead in north Wales and when Dafydd was imprisoning victims of sex offenders in a dungeon at Denbigh.

Kinnock is in the Observer today bellyaching on about how Brexit is going to destroy the NHS and Jeremy Corbyn has to put a stop to it. The Kinnock whom Spitting Image used to take the piss out of by having his puppet campaigning by simply shouting ‘nurses’ down a megaphone repeatedly. Which just about summed up how Kinnock did campaign – being as thick as pig shit with no knowledge or credibility among any other group of people and under attack from many sections of his own party (I remember a friend who was a Labour activist saying in despair of Kinnock ‘he’s SUCH a wanker’), all he could do was bang on about the NHS and Nye Bevan, in the full knowledge that in north Wales the NHS was being run by a network of vicious gangsters, that people were dying as a result and that the NHS funds were disappearing as well.

You need to butt out Kinnock. You were a bloody disaster as leader, you knew that the Top Doctors in Walton Hospital allowed Michael Carr to die because he fought Militant (see post ‘News From Sicily’) and Militant ran that hospital – assisted by the paedophiles’ friends of course – and you still didn’t have the guts to address serious malpractice in the NHS. I cannot help noticing that you have chosen to bellow ‘nurses’ from the rooftops once more at a time when a survivor of Dafydd and the paedophiles has finally gone public.

Kinnock has also joined in the kicking of Jeremy Corbyn at a time when there are allegations that Jeremy, John McDonnell and Red Ken were agents of the communist Czech regime. I’ve haven’t had such a laugh for a long time – furthermore I can spot forged documents when I see them, I gained a lot of experience of that when I went through my medical files with a fine tooth comb with my lawyers. Jeremy, McDonnell and Ken did have dynamite info that would have been of use to Britain’s enemies – they knew that some of Thatcher’s closest friends and political aides were having sex with children who had been supplied to them by paedophile gangs operating within the social services, particularly in north Wales, the north east of England and in the London Boroughs of Lambeth, Islington, Wandsworth and Richmond-Upon-Thames. However, I really do think that the Communist spies will have wanted their info straight from the horse’s mouth – they’ll have been making friends with Peter Morrison, Norman St John Stevas et al and will have dressed up as elderly right wing paedophiles and joined in the sex parties, they won’t have wasted their time making friends with Jeremy and going on a CND march. I read this morning that the Czech spy has claimed that their sources were so good that they knew what Margaret Thatcher was going to be wearing – how the hell will Jeremy have known that??? On the other hand, perhaps he could have predicted that one – something expensive, ghastly, made by Aquascrotum with an enormous bow around the neck. Unless it was evening wear in which it was red chiffon…

I haven’t had time to read all the spy’s revelations, but I’m hoping to make time later.

As for the other person who was so pleased to see Geraint Davies arrive in Swansea West, Andrew Davies AM for Swansea West, 1999-11- he is now a Professor at Swansea University.

Davies was born in Hereford, but his mother was from Llandeilo and his father was from Holywell in Flintshire! So Andrew’s dad will have grown up around the paedophiles’ friends from north east Wales of a previous generation such as Ronnie Waterhouse, William Mars-Jones et al.

Davies went to Hereford Cathedral School and then to the university dominated by Rhodri Morgan’s family, Swansea, to train as a teacher. After Davies qualified he worked as a lecturer in FE, HE and continuing education – so he will have encountered the stupidities in these sectors that the rest of us have.

Davies was Chair of Swansea Labour Party, a member of the Welsh Executive Committee and a regional party official, 1984-91.

Andrew Davies thrived whilst Rhodri was FM. He was Chief Whip, 1999-2000 – at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Davies was Minister for Assembly Business, 1999-02; Minister for Economic Development and then for Enterprise, Innovation and Networks, 2002-07; Minister for Social Justice and Public Service Delivery, 2007; Minister for Finance and Public Service Delivery, 2007-09.

Davies’s big break was considered to have been when he was made Minister for Economic Development in Feb 2002 – it was seen as Rhodri rewarding him for his loyalty and for managing Assembly Business. So what would Rhodri have been so grateful for in those years following the publication of the Waterhouse Report as the allegations of a huge cover-up regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and possible links to a paedophile ring in Westminster circulated?

It was in 2002 that the Hergest Unit came after me with a vengeance (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’) and the GMC resorted to forging letters from me (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’).

Andrew Davies will have known much about the paedophile gang in north Wales before Rhodri started promoting him to high office, but he certainly would have had access to every little detail in about 2002-03 – because Andrew Davies had an affair with Meri Huws aka the Crack of Doom! The Crack of Doom had worked as a community social worker for Gwynedd Social Services and she knew exactly what was happening to those kids and psych patients at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles…For the full details of Meri’s glorious rise to power, see post ‘Let Me Enlighten Lord Gnome…’. Furthermore, because the whole of Bangor University were roaring with laughter at the activities of Andrew Davies and Meri – the Crack of Doom was working at Bangor University at the time and everyone was taking bets on which senior inappropriate position Meri would be given as a result of pressure from her bedfellows in the Assembly – I am sure that Fungus spotted his chance and blackmailed a few more people.

An entertaining lecturer at Bangor predicted that Meri would eventually land a very senior job via her bedfellows in the Assembly and that the job would have a grand title but it would be in somewhere like Llantwit Major and Meri just would not see how laughable it was. Which was exactly what happened a few years later – and yes, the job was just down the road from Llantwit Major. Meri will never know how much entertainment that she provided for the oppressed of Bangor University – particularly when her office was burgled by persons unknown and papers were rifled through but nothing was stolen so Meri wasn’t that worried.

Meri, just how thick are you???

 

In the light of what I knew to be happening at Warlingham Park Hospital before it was shut down, I thought that I’d take a look at Geriant Davies’s predecessor as MP in Croydon Central. It was Sir Paul Beresford, a Tory who is a dentist – so he’ll have probably been mates with the Top Doctors killing their patients, fleecing them of money and property, fitting them up for very serious crimes and then packing them off to north Wales to the embrace of Dafydd and the paedophiles. But Beresford knew all about colluding with gangs of paedophile drug dealing Top Doctors – he was elected as a Wandsworth Councillor in 1978 and was leader of Wandsworth Council, 1983-92. The Wandsworth Council that employed the social workers who worked with St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital whilst those hospitals colluded with a paedophile gang in south London – one of whose members was Professor Oliver Brooke, Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s who was a major figure in a pan-European child porn ring and who was imprisoned in 1987. The same social workers also colluded with serious drugs offences with which the drug abuse team at St George’s/Springfield were involved (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’) and were in contact with Lucille Hughes of Gwynedd Social Services, Tony Francis and Dafydd – whilst their masters in the St George’s Academic Dept of Psychiatry concealed the criminal activities of Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

What’s the betting that Fungus knew about that as well? No wonder everyone tripped over themselves to give him millions of pounds in research funding…

Paul Beresford is now the MP for Mole Valley – he succeeded the seat from Kenneth Baker in 1997 when Baker was given a peerage. The Kenneth Baker who was Thatch’s Home Secretary, 1990-92 – when it was all kicking off in north Wales and at St George’s…

I haven’t finished yet! It gets better. The MP for Croydon Central before Beresford was John Moore – Thatcher’s Secretary of State for Health and Social Services, 1987-89, right when Dafydd and the paedophiles were assaulting people, fitting them up and imprisoning them in dungeons and whilst Sir Peter Morrison – Minister for Energy responsible for oil – and Jimmy Savile were on the loose among the kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere.

John Moore was considered to have really screwed up at the Dept of Health – he incurred the wrath of the Top Doctors because of his determined efforts to privatise the NHS. Moore was an investment banker and stockbroker whose wife Sheila was American and they both had a touching faith that the solution to the NHS’s woes was to privatise it. The Top Doctors won’t have had ethical objections to this no matter what they told the general public – their noses were very firmly stuck in the trough that is Harley Street – but they knew that if Moore’s mates ran the NHS the Top Doctors would lose their power. Moore was destroyed – the health portfolio was removed from him in 1988 and was given to Ken Clarke. Who then held a battle with the BMA for many years, which ended in stalemate because all involved knew that the Top Doctors were facilitating a supply of children to Westminster and everyone would be behind bars of any of it ever got out (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’).

John Moore and his family lived in Wimbledon and he knew exactly how bloody dangerous his local hospital – St George’s – was. In 1987, Moore contracted bacterial pneumonia and used the services of the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon. The world went apeshit when it was revealed that the Health Secretary wouldn’t use the services of the NHS himself. Union leader Rodney Bickerstaffe was particularly critical. Bickerstaffe eventually became the General Secretary of UNISON, after a series of mergers – he had previously been a leading light in NALGO and NUPE. All the unions which Bickerstaffe led provided protection for members working with vulnerable people who had been accused of abusing those in their care. In north Wales, some members of the paedophile gang were actually reps for NUPE and NALGO. The General Secretary of COHSE – one of the unions which merged to form UNISON – was David Williams, a former nurse at the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘A Very COHSE Relationship With Some Very Nasty People’). Rodney Bickerstaffe et al did of course sometimes use private medicine themselves – and if they were treated on the NHS they used their knowledge and contacts to ensure that they were not treated by the likes of Dafydd. Of course even politicians and union leaders are not entirely safe – just look at what happened to poor old Michael Carr. Which is why Mr Kinnock is currently screaming ‘nurses’ at the top of his voice – I mean Kinnock wouldn’t want the murdering bastards targeting him now would he. That was a fate only suitable for me and my friends…

NURSES Kinnock, NURSES – it was nurses who were locking the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon and perjuring themselves in court in order to send innocent people who had witnessed a bit too much to prison.

John Moore stood down from the Commons in 1992 and was given a peerage. Days after the General Election, the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by the firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’), so that was one less problem to deal with and a few of those who had concealed all the crap could sit in the Lords without having to worry too much.

Not that John Moore ever did very much in the Lords – in August 2011, the BBC reported that Moore had still not made his maiden speech. But he was there – which was most useful to Fungus and others who all knew why this disastrous former Minister doing bugger all was allowed to clutter up the Upper House.

I can remember the private Parkside Hospital in Wimbledon from my days working at St George’s. The Parkside advertised for lab staff and I was in need of extra money so I considered applying to do a few extra hours on Saturdays with them. I mentioned this to David Hole – the corrupt MSF rep at St George’s, only at that point I didn’t realise that St George’s and MSF were colluding with a bunch of organised criminals – and he got very very nasty with me. First he tried to tell me not to apply because it would be unfair to moonlight in the private sector. So explained that I was intending to apply for a few hours at the weekend, so it wouldn’t impinge on my work at St George’s at all. Then Hole snapped that I wasn’t suitable qualified for the work that had been advertised – I pointed out that training in the new techniques was being offered. Hole yelled ‘well no-one here will give you a reference to work in THAT place’.

At the time I wondered if perhaps Hole really did imagine that I was going to disappear during working hours and nip off down the road to carry out work that I didn’t have experience of. But now I know the enormity of the crimes that were being carried out at St George’s – crimes that Hole and MSF knew all about – I am wondering why he was so worried about the prospect of me working at Parkside. That I might escape their plans to wreck my career at St George’s? That I might mention to people at Parkside just what was happening at St George’s when I eventually found out about it? Or that I might bump into someone like John Moore?

Fancy adding that to your police statement then Hole? Because whatever your motives were, they will not have been noble.

 

I have been meaning for a while to write more about a Pathetic Shark whom I have mentioned previously on this blog but not very often – I have just discovered that this particular Pathetic Shark died last month, so I’ll pay my respects here to Edfyned Hudson Davies, Labour MP for Conwy, 1966-70 and then for Caerphilly, 1979-83.

Edfyned Hudson Davies was born in Llanelli. His father was a Congregationalist Minister who was then called to Bangor when Hudson Davies was still a child and the family relocated. Hudson Davies went to Friars School in Bangor, which provided such a good start for so many of the future paedophiles’ friends whilst at the same time making life even more unbearable for the victims of the paedophiles themselves. The family then moved back down south and Hudson Davies finished his schooling at Dynevor Grammar School before going on to University College Swansea and then to Balliol College for postgrad work.

In 1957 Hudson Davies took up a lecturing job at Aberystwyth University and then began lecturing at the Welsh College of Advanced Technology in Cardiff (which later became UWIST and then Cardiff University) in 1961. At the same time as working as an academic, Hudson Davies maintained a broadcasting career with BBC Wales.

Hudson Davies joined the Labour Party when he was 18 and was selected to stand as the candidate for Conwy at the 1966 General Election. Conwy was a highly marginal seat and Hudson Davies did win it but only by approx 500 votes. He lost the seat again in the General Election of 1970 when one of the best friends that Dafydd and the paedophiles ever had, Wyn Roberts, won the seat for the Conservatives with a majority of just over 900.

Hudson Davies returned to working for the BBC and also studied for the Bar. However in 1976 the dreadful John Morris – a barrister and Secretary of State for Wales who concealed very serious crimes in north Wales indeed on the part of Dafydd and the paedophiles and who when Blair became PM was rewarded with the job of Attorney General – appointed Hudson Davies as Chairman of the Wales Tourist Board.

Hudson Davies however really wanted to be back in the Commons and he was selected to stand as the Labour candidate for Caerphilly in the 1979 General Election. He won by more than 18,000 votes but in Nov 1981 announced that he would not be seeking re-selection as a Labour candidate and joined Dr Death in the SDP a few weeks later – the Dr Death who personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were paedophiles’ friends in north Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Hudson Davies knew that he’d never hold the Caerphilly seat under Dr Death’s banner, so in the 1983 General Election he contested Basingstoke for the SDP but lost.  Hudson Davies found new pursuits – he became heavily involved in commercial radio in Hampshire, was Director of the New Forest Enterprise Centre and Chairman of a Museum Trust in the New Forest as well as a few other things.

In 2002-03 Hudson Davies was Commodore of the Royal Welsh Yacht Club in Caernarfon. What can have caused him to stick another finger in a north Wales pie after 30 years elsewhere – not so long after the Waterhouse Report was published either, just when the Hergest Unit tried so hard to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ and were gloatingly telling anyone who would listen that I’d be going to prison for seven years (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’).

Like so many paedophiles’ friends, Hudson Davies constructed himself as a Welsh language champ – paedophiles’ friends are always Welsh language champions or people who care about children and want to empower wimmin.

Hudson Davies stated that he was impressed with Prince Charles learning Welsh and maintained that in doing so Charles had done more for the language than those who ‘daub road signs’ – I think he was talking about you Dafydd Iwan, before you moved onto greater things such as writing tribute songs to Dafydd Alun Jones. Hudson Davies persuaded Labour Ministers to produce vehicle licence applications in Welsh and to ensure that those applications could be handled at any PO. In 1971 Hudson Davies ensured that tax returns could be completed in Welsh. Hudson Davies was known to have achieved these things in the face of a lack of sympathy for these causes – now however did he manage to twist those arms? He was also an early advocate for Welsh devolution, as long ago as 1968 – when the Welsh Office had George Thomas the child molester sitting inside it as Secretary of State at the time as well as God knows how many corrupt civil servants all working very hard to bury the dirt.

Hudson Davies had a sideline as a popular bilingual after dinner speaker and had celeb friends. Alongside his obituary, The Daily Telegraph published a nice photo of Hudson Davies in the company of actors Bill Wallis and Myvanwy Jenn. Bill Wallis starred in ‘Doctor At Large’, ‘Yes Prime Minister’ and the ‘The Whistle Blower’. He appeared in the first episode of ITV’s Midsomer Murders driving a MORGAN sports car. Among many other roles Wallis also played Ploppy the Jailer in Blackadder II. Myvanwy Jenn most appropriately starred in Z Cars and played the Nurse in ‘Play It Hot, Play It Cool’. If only I’d discovered these two a few years ago whilst Bill was still alive and Myvanwy still in her prime, I could have written both of them into my bedroom farce ‘Let Sleeping Paedophiles Lie, There’s A Sex Offending Doctor In My Soup’ – it’s set in a dungeon with a double bed and a wardrobe in which Dafydd can hide when Neil Davies comes into the dungeon looking for him, then Neil Davies leaves the dungeon, Dafydd comes out of the wardrobe, but Peter Higson comes in, so Dafydd has to get back into the wardrobe again – you get the gist…

‘We didn’t know!!!’

Until 1994 Hudson Davies was married to Amanda Barker Mill, a member of a fine old British family who can trace their pedigree back hundreds of years. The Barker Mill clan run a big charitable foundation giving money to worthy causes.

No wonder my friends and I had people trying to kill us, trying to have us imprisoned and wrecking our careers – what would have happened if Hudson Davies and his celeb wife and friends had been exposed as knowing about a gang of paedophiles who had killed their victims?

Hudson Davies knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance if he stood as an SDP candidate in Caerphilly, it was a safe Labour seat. The Labour candidate who had been selected for Caerphilly to fight the 1983 General Election was of course Ron Davies – whom Blair was preparing to install as Wales’s FM until he was found without his trousers in Clapham Common in the company of Boogie the male prostitute (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Ron was selected  for Caerphilly whilst Michael Foot was leader of the Labour Party – Ron had been busy in the south Wales Labour Party for years and had obviously ingratiated himself to the right people although it must have been obvious that there could be trouble ahead… I have no time for the pillock that is Neil Kinnock, but the Labour Party in south Wales had tolerated a great deal of bad behaviour – the very presence of George Thomas testifies to that – before Kinnock ever got near the leadership. There was much dysfunction around Michael Foot, who was leader between Nov 1980-Oct 83.

Foot was completely trashed by the right wing press – insults were thrown at him regarding his age and the fact that he dared use a walking stick and of course he was memorably termed ‘Worzel Gummidge’ following an appearance at the Cenotaph when he was (wrongly) said to have rolled up wearing a Donkey jacket. It was fairly obvious that Worzel would never have been given a fair hearing by the UK press at that time. I was always aware that Foot had a great deal more intellectual credibility than Thatcher, but I didn’t realise until more recently that Michael Foot knew about some very sordid things and employed Fungus-like methods to ensure that none of it ever found its way into the press – he reminded the press that he had a great deal of shit on some of the press barons and that if a word about certain matters was ever published a few other things would be made public as well.

Foot married the film-maker Jill Craigie, but when he first began a relationship with her Jill was still married to someone else. Foot claimed that they made ‘excellent use’ of the Hampstead Heath hedgerow shelters during the early days of their courtship and during one summer Parliamentary recess, they went on holiday together to the French Riviera. When they returned to the UK, Craigie found a crowd of reporters outside her home in Hampstead demanding information. Foot issued a statement saying ‘Michael Foot offers his fraternal greetings to his fellow journalists and the reminder that, if anything appears in the newspapers about his visit to France, he will be happy to reveal his latest information about the love affairs of Lord Beaverbrook, Lord Rothermere and a select list of other newspaper proprietors’.

I can see the logic behind this – indeed I once told Alun Davies that if he lay with dogs he was going to catch fleas. Not that Davies heeded the warning – he carried on cavorting with Dafydd and the paedophiles and just look what’s happened Davies….However the problem was that Foot and others were keeping quiet about things that should not have been kept quiet about – like George Thomas and a gang of paedophiles in north Wales for example. Foot will have known about Dafydd as well – Foot might have been more left wing that Callaghan and co but he had been the MP for Blaenau Gwent since 1960 after succeeding Nye Bevan. Of course he’ll have known about Dafydd and the cover-up that the Welsh Office had undertaken from its very establishment. Foot had also spent years working as a journalist -Nye Bevan personally recommended him to Lord Beaverbrook. Foot will have had dirt on absolutely everyone.

There was also a lot of dirt that other people had on Foot. When he was young he was known to have been quite promiscuous, but I read something recently which suggested that Foot’s taste might have extended further than young women. In the Indie’s obituary of Jill Craigie, she was quoted as having told Foot that if he ever had ‘extra needs’, she didn’t want to know but ‘even more importantly I don’t want anyone else to know. That’s the price you have to pay’. She also remarked that Foot was ‘pretty secretive’. I’ve always been of the opinion that this sort of arrangement between consenting adults is nothing to do with anyone else, but there is plenty of evidence that Foot knew about and ignored some very unpleasant things that were not between consenting adults.

Craigie herself was subjected to a violent rape by Arthur Koestler in 1952 – he tried to throttle her as well – and did not feel able to tell Foot for decades. Koestler had an intellectual following and hung out with the beautiful people, but the beautiful people also knew that he was violently sexually assaulting women. Koestler attacked Dick Crossman’s wife – Crossman knew about it and told a number of other people. Just after the war Koestler and Mamaine Paget lived in a cottage belonging to Clough Williams-Ellis near Croesor in north Wales. They were part of the group of intellectuals and artists who were attracted to the valley at that time because of their friendship with Clough. The group included Bertrand Russell who was highly abusive to members of his family as well as to other people (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’) – not that this was broadcast because well, he was Bertrand Russell.

Koestler died in 1983, in a suicide pact with his wife. Koestler was quite discredited by this time and there was very great concern that he had coerced his wife into dying with him – she was much younger than Koestler at only 55 yrs, was in good health but was completely dominated by him. Koestler had an interest in what he called parapsychology and left behind a substantial quantity of money for an endowed Chair. Oxford, Cambridge, King’s College London and UCL all rejected the offer because Koestler was known to be such a sleazebag – but nonetheless the money still didn’t end up going to a good cause, Edinburgh University snapped it up.

Craigie’s obituary stated that she became pregnant at one point and that Foot ‘acquised’ regarding her having an abortion, a decision that she regretted after they were married because she never conceived again. Knowing how history is rewritten by the winners, I cannot help wondering whether it was Foot who ‘acquised’ or Jill.

What with George Thomas one the loose, Michael Foot and his ‘extra needs’, a young Ron Davies who would do anything to one day become Someone Big and people as dim as Neil Kinnock and Rhodri fancying themselves as leaders of men and Bertrand Russell saving us all from nuclear annihilation, it is hardly surprising that Dafydd and the paedophiles were never short of business. What ever would Czech spies want with Jeremy Corbyn when they could have gone to live in Wales??

Foot’s portrait was painted by Robert Lenkiewicz and hangs in Portcullis House. Lenkiewicz caused a stir wherever he went because he did have a habit of confronting his detractors with a few things that they did not like being reminded of. He ended up living in Plymouth and hit the headlines after he painted a mural featuring a number of people from High Society in Plymouth having sex with each other – I seem to remember that the mural featured a Top Doctor and the Mayor. They went apeshit and demanded that Lenkiewicz paint it out but he refused to. Then there was more trouble when Lenkiewicz preserved the body of a tramp called Diogenes with whom he’d been friends – he did have permission from Diogenes to do this, Diogenes wanted to be embalmed – and refused to tell anyone where he had put Diogenes. Whilst all this was going on, I was lucky enough to find myself sitting next to one of Lenkiewicz’s muses on a train journey down to the west country, so I heard about what was actually happening in Plymouth, rather than what the people who had been so enraged by Lenkiewicz told the press was happening.

Foot himself came from Plymouth, his father Isaac was a solicitor there. Foot was the Labour MP for Plymouth Sutton, 1945-52 – he succeeded the seat after Nancy Astor, so he’ll have been party to a lot of matters that a lot of people would rather remained out of the press on those grounds alone (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

I very much doubt whether anyone will ever find out much of what Michael Foot did or didn’t get up to. Foot’s authorised biography was written by Lord K.O. Morgan – Lord Ken also wrote the hagiography of Foot in the Indie when Foot died in 2010. Lord Ken – the former Vice-Chancellor of Aberystwyth University – knows a great deal about the paedophiles’ friends himself, as did his late wife Jane (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Foot authored a biography of Jonathan Swift entitled ‘Guilty Men’.

 

Many years ago, after being arrested yet again on ridiculous trumped up charges, a very nice young policewoman in Bangor Police Station told me to get out of Wales because although she knew that I was trying to expose some pretty dreadful people, ‘you don’t know how high this goes’. She told me that I would never ever beat them and that there was just so many of them…

Well Lord Kinnock, you just carry on yelling ‘nurses’ to reassure all the Pathetic Sharks, because I’ll be naming some more very soon – there are so many that I don’t want to deal with them all in this post.

Has anyone noticed who I haven’t named yet???

As they always say to finish off the cartoon in Viz magazine – THESE SHARKS ARE CRAP.