An Expression Of Their Faith

One of the first Top Doc disasters that I became particularly aware of occurred in 1978, when I was a teenager interested in microbiology. There was much news coverage of a technician who worked at Birmingham University who had contracted smallpox. Days later it was reported that the Professor in charge of the lab had killed himself and from then on the story became of world-wide interest, particularly when shortly after the Professor’s death, the technician died as well. Panic gripped Birmingham because no-one seemed to know how the technician had caught smallpox…

A few days ago BBC Online had a little feature on the ‘last death in the world from smallpox’ and sure enough, it was the case that I remembered from my teenage years. I’ve done a bit of digging and guess what, the smallpox outbreak in Birmingham in 1978 involved such wrongdoing that even by the standards of Top Doctors it was truly awe-inspiring.

 

Smallpox is an infectious disease unique to humans which killed and was feared for centuries. It is caused by either of two virus variants, Variola major and Variola minor. The risk of death following contracting the disease was about 30%, with higher rates among babies. The last naturally occurring infection was of Variola minor in Somalia in 1977 and the World Health Organisation certified the global eradication of smallpox in 1980.

This is what smallpox does to you:

 

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Smallpox is so deadly that many took the view that if it could be eradicated from the globe completely and all traces of the virus eliminated, that would be a very good thing. There was an opposing body of opinion which maintained that no matter how deadly smallpox was, it would be worthwhile keeping sample of the virus under controlled conditions for the purposes of research.

The unfortunate employee of Birmingham University who died from smallpox in 1978 was a medical photographer called Janet Parker. Not only did Janet die as a result of the most appalling practices on the part of some Top Doctors, but the Top Doctors concerned were global authorities on smallpox. No-one was ever held to account regarding Janet’s death and a cover-up of which the Top Doctors could be proud placed a veil over the gory details regarding what actually happened which led to Janet’s death. A number of the Top Doctors responsible for Janet’s death died with their reputations as giants of science intact, although of course one involved did feel so bad about what happened that he killed himself. At least that is the official line, but as is often the case when a Top Doc is found dead as a result of a scandal, there are elements in the story which don’t quite add up.

Janet’s death led to a Gov’t inquiry and ‘triggered radical changes in how dangerous pathogens were studied in the UK’. The Inquiry was led by Professor R.A. Shooter, who found that while Janet was working at Birmingham Medical School, she was accidentally exposed to a strain of smallpox virus that had been grown in a research laboratory on the floor below her workplace and that the virus had most likely spread from that laboratory through ducting. Shooter’s conclusion on how the virus had spread was challenged in Court when Birmingham University was unsuccessfully prosecuted by the HSE for breach of Health and Safety legislation. Shooter’s name and reputation are not remembered with anything like the reverence of the names and reputations of those whose serious mismanagement and cavalier attitudes led to Janet’s death and could have resulted in a smallpox outbreak in Birmingham. Reginald Shooter however was a far more eminent medical microbiologist than those whose wrongdoing he investigated or those who opposed his evidence in court.

As they used to say on ‘Blue Peter’, John Nettleton tells the story.

 

Janet was married to Joseph Parker, a Post Office engineer and they lived in Kings Norton, Birmingham. After several years as a police photographer Janet joined Birmingham Medical School, where she was employed as a medical photographer in the Anatomy Department. Janet often worked in a darkroom above a laboratory where research on smallpox viruses was being conducted.

 At the time of Janet’s death, a laboratory at Birmingham Medical School was conducting research on variants of smallpox virus known as ‘whitepox viruses’, which were considered to be a threat to the success of the WHO’s (World Health Organisation’s) smallpox eradication programme.

On 11 August 1978, Janet, who ‘had been vaccinated against smallpox’, fell ill; she had a headache and pains in her muscles. She developed spots that were thought to be a benign rash. On 20 August at 3 pm, she was admitted to East Birmingham (now Heartlands) Hospital and a clinical diagnosis of Variola major, the most serious type of smallpox, was made by consultant Professor Alasdair Geddes. By this time the rash had spread and covered all of Janet’s body, including the palms of her hands and soles of her feet and it was confluent on her face. At 10 pm she was on her way to Catherine-de-Barnes Isolation Hospital near Solihull. By 11 pm all Janet’s close contacts, including her parents, were placed in quarantine. Her parents were later also transferred to Catherine-de-Barnes. The next day, poxvirus infection was confirmed by Professor Henry Bedson, then Head of the smallpox laboratory at the Medical School, by electron microscopy of vesicle fluid, which Geddes had sampled from Parker’s rash. (Samples of the fluid were also collected for examination at the Regional Virus Laboratory, which was in East Birmingham Hospital). Janet died of smallpox at Catherine-de-Barnes on 11 September 1978.

Six days before Janet died, her 71-year-old father, Frederick Witcomb, of Kings Heath, died while in quarantine at Catherine-de-Barnes Hospital. He ‘appeared to have died following a cardiac arrest when visiting his daughter’. No post-mortem was carried out on Frederick’s body because of the risk of smallpox infection, so there was no knowing why Frederick Witcomb did die, although accounts of the 1978 Birmingham smallpox outbreak always remember to mention that Frederick died following a cardiac arrest.

 

Special disease control measures were put into place for Janet’s funeral. Undertaker Ron Fleet was sent to Catherine-de-Barnes to collect her body and later described his memories: ‘When the day of the funeral arrived, the cars were given an escort by unmarked police vehicles just in case there was an accident…The body had to be cremated because there was a chance the virus could have thrived in the ground if Mrs Parker had been buried. All other funerals were cancelled that day and the Robin Hood Crematorium was thoroughly cleaned afterwards.’

Many people had close contact with Janet before she was admitted to hospital. The outbreak resulted in 260 people being immediately quarantined, several of them at Catherine-de-Barnes Hospital, including the ambulance driver who transported Janet. On 26 August, health officials fumigated Janet’s home and car. On 28 August, 500 people were placed in quarantine in their homes for two weeks. Of those potentially infected, only Janet’s mother, Hilda Witcomb, contracted the disease – assuming of course that Janet’s dad hadn’t – although Hilda survived. The other close contacts, which included two biomedical scientists from the Regional Virus Laboratory, were released from quarantine in Catherine-de-Barnes on 10 October 1978.

 

Over a year later, in October 1979, the University authorities fumigated the Medical School East Wing. The ward at Catherine-de-Barnes Hospital in which Janet had died was still sealed off five years after her death, all the furniture and equipment inside left untouched.

 

Birmingham Medical School had previous where smallpox was concerned. A similar outbreak had occurred at the Medical School in 1966, when Tony McLennan, who was also a medical photographer and worked in the same laboratory later used by Janet, contracted smallpox. He had a milder form of the disease, which was not diagnosed for eight weeks. Tony was not quarantined and there were at least twelve further cases in the West Midlands, five of whom were quarantined in Witton Isolation Hospital in Birmingham. There are no records of any formal enquiries on the source of this earlier outbreak despite concerns expressed by the then Head of the laboratory, Peter Wildy. Peter Wildy’s name is barely remembered, probably because of he dared raise concerns about Birmingham University twelve years before a second smallpox outbreak in identical circumstances resulted in a death.

On 6 September 1978, the day after Janet’s dad died, Professor Henry Bedson, then Head of the Microbiology Department at the University of Birmingham Medical School, died. On 1 September 1978 Bedson, while in quarantine at his home in Harborne, cut his throat in the garden shed and died at Birmingham Accident Hospital five days later. Henry Bedson’s suicide note read ‘I am sorry to have misplaced the trust which so many of my friends and colleagues have placed in me and my work.’ I have not found details of Bedson’s death. Cutting one’s throat is quite an effective way of killing oneself, but I have always presumed only if medical help did not arrive very soon. I can’t work out why Bedson would have survived five days and then died. Surely the hospital would have been able to stop the bleeding, guard against infection and do all the other necessaries and see Henry Bedson safely out of the other side of his injury.

In 1977, the WHO had told Henry Bedson that his application for his laboratory to become a Smallpox Collaborating Centre had been rejected. This was partly because of safety concerns; the WHO wanted as few laboratories as possible handling the virus. Bedson knew that his lab would be due for closure if he did not receive more funding and he therefore worked more rapidly, storing more samples.

Professor Reginald Shooter led the Inquiry following Janet’s death and his ‘Report of the investigation into the cause of the 1978 Birmingham smallpox occurrence’ was debated in Parliament and also played an important role in the Court case brought against the University by the HSE. The official publication of the Shooter Report was postponed until the outcome of the trial was known.

The Shooter Report was published in 1980. It noted that Bedson had failed to inform the authorities of changes in his research that could have affected safety. Shooter’s Inquiry discovered that the Dangerous Pathogens Advisory Group had inspected the laboratory on two occasions and each time recommended that the smallpox research be continued there, despite the fact that the facilities at the laboratory fell far short of those required by law. Several of the staff at the laboratory had received no special training. Inspectors from the WHO had told Bedson that the physical facilities at the laboratory did not meet WHO standards, but had nonetheless only recommended a few changes in laboratory procedure. Bedson misled the WHO about the volume of work handled by the laboratory, telling them that it had progressively declined since 1973, when in fact it had risen substantially as Bedson tried to finish his work before the laboratory closed. Shooter also found that while Janet had been vaccinated, it had not been done recently enough to protect her against smallpox, Janet’s vaccination having been in 1966.

The report concluded that Janet had been infected by a strain of smallpox virus called Abid, which was being handled in the smallpox laboratory during 24–25 July 1978. The virus could have travelled in air currents up a service duct from the laboratory below, to a room in the Anatomy Department that was used for telephone calls. On 25 July, Janet had spent much more time there than usual ordering photographic materials because the financial year was about to end.

On 1 December 1978 the HSE announced their intention to prosecute the University. The case was heard in November 1979. Expert evidence, presented by the defence and accepted by the magistrates, showed that sufficient virus material could not be produced by the laboratory to generate an infectious dose in the telephone room where Janet was supposedly infected. Although the source of infection was traced, the mode of transmission was not. A defence witness and ‘smallpox expert’ Kevin McCarthy claimed that 53,700 litres of virus suspension would have been required to generate an infectious dose in the telephone room. Although the Shooter Inquiry noted the poor state of sealing of ducting in the laboratory, it was claimed that ‘this was caused after the outbreak by engineers fumigating the laboratory and ducts’. The University was found not guilty of causing Janet’s death. In August 1981, following a formal claim for damages made by the trade union ASTMS (Association of Scientific, Technical and Managerial Staff) in 1979, Parker’s husband Joseph was awarded £25,000 in compensation.

Professor Reginald Shooter as awarded a CBE in the 1980 Birthday Honours. He retired in 1981 and like P. Wildy has all but disappeared from history, although he was alive until 2013.

 

In light of the Birmingham incident, all known stocks of smallpox were destroyed or transferred to one of two WHO reference laboratories which had BSL-4 facilities; the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) in the US and the State Research Center of Virology and Biotechnology VECTOR in Koltsovo, Russia. Russia at the time obviously being considered a safer pair of hands with deadly viruses than the Top Doctors of Birmingham. Did anyone tell Thatch?

 

Now let us look in detail at a few of the key players in the disaster which led to panic in Birmingham in 1978.

Henry Bedson was the second son of Sir Sam Bedson, who had been Professor of Bacteriology at the London Hospital. Henry Bedson’s paternal grandfather, Peter Philips Bedson, was Professor of Chemistry at Newcastle. Bedson’s mother was Dr Dorothea Annie Hoffert, who worked on aeroplane dopes and subsequently did research on oils and fats at the Lister Institute. His maternal grandfather was Henry Hoffert, a Senior Inspector of schools. Bedson was educated at Brighton, Hove and Sussex Grammar School and qualified from the London Medical College in 1952.

After jobs as a house officer and junior registrar, in 1955 Bedson joined the RAMC and served in Hong Kong until July 1957. During this period Bedson became a junior specialist in pathology and was also part-time demonstrator in morbid anatomy at the University of Hong Kong. In 1957 Bedson was back again at the London Hospital.

In 1958 Bedson embarked on his virological career and was appointed research fellow in the Department of Bacteriology at the University of Liverpool. In 1959 he became assistant lecturer and after one year was appointed a full lecturer. In 1964 he moved to the Department of Virology, University of Birmingham, being appointed senior lecturer and honorary NHS consultant in bacteriology and virology. In 1976 Bedson was appointed Professor and Head of the reconstituted Department of Medical Microbiology. He was in that post at the time of his death.

Bedson developed an interest in poxviruses while he was at Liverpool University. At Birmingham University, Bedson continued his work with poxviruses. Bedson was a member of the International Commission for the assessment of smallpox eradication in Pakistan and Afghanistan in 1976, and of the WHO informal group on monkeypox and related viruses.

 

In 1978 Henry Bedson was not the only person at Birmingham University who was flouting good practice and misleading people. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass was in place at Birmingham University by then and Bluglass concealed serious crime, including that on the part of Dafydd and his gang, for decades. There was endemic corruption in the West Midlands Police as well as in the legal system in the West Midlands and a trafficking ring was at work in the region, with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. People in Birmingham University, particularly senior figures, knew about these matters and colluded with them.

The Chancellor of Birmingham University, 1973-83, was the naturalist and broadcaster Sir Peter Scott, who had links with a number of those who concealed the activities of Dafydd et al. See previous posts.

The Vice-Chancellor of Birmingham University, 1968-81, was Lord Robert Hunter. Hunter was a Top Doctor who must have known the extent to which things were unravelling in Birmingham University, particularly in the Medical School. Robert Brockie Hunter was the personal physician to Field Marshal Montgomery, 1944-45. Hunter was educated at George Watson’s College, Edinburgh, then studied Medicine at Edinburgh University, serving in the RAMC during WWII. After WWII, Hunter lectured at Edinburgh University and then moved on to St Andrews University and its associated Clinical Medicine Unit at Dundee University, where he was Chair of Materia Medica, Pharmacology and Therapuetics and was also Dean of the Faculty of Medicine, 1958-62. In 1963, after the thalidomide disaster, Hunter was appointed to the Ministry of Health Committee on Safety of Drugs, was Chairman of the Clinical Trials Sub-Committee and served on the Committee until 1968. Hunter was appointed VC of Birmingham University in 1968. From 1973 to 1980 Hunter was a member of the DHSS Independent Scientific Committee on Smoking and Health.

With a VC with a CV like that, no wonder no-one was going to allow Birmingham University to be successfully prosecuted for killing Janet Parker, even if there was smallpox on the loose, warnings had been ignored and a pack of lies told regarding the conditions and practices in the labs.

 

At the time of Janet’s death, Jim Callaghan was PM and the paedophiles’ bestest friend Lord David Ennals was Secretary of State for the DHSS (see previous posts) and Hunter was working as a DHSS adviser. The Secretary of State for the DHSS when overt warnings were issued that Bedson’s lab was dangerous was Battling Barbara Castle. Dr Death served as a Minister under Barbara and Jack Straw was her adviser. Jack Straw might not have known what a smallpox virus can do but surely Dr Death did. Thatch was PM by the time that the HSE prosecution failed and the dreadful Patrick Jenkin was Secretary of State for the DHSS (see previous posts). Hunter was still an adviser to the DHSS.

Furthermore, Hunter bagged a peerage in 1978, the year of the smallpox outbreak. He was probably nominated for his peerage before the outbreak – although I am not certain of that – but whenever he was nominated, a lot of things were happening in Bedson’s lab and the wider Medical School which should not have been.

Hunter ‘was an active participant’ in the Lords and was ‘a vocal supporter of the NHS’. The poor old Top Docs could do with Hunter now, but he turned his toes up in 1994.

That splendid organ of propaganda for dead Top Doctors, ‘Munk’s Roll, The Lives Of The Fellows Of The Royal College Of Physicians’, tells us that ‘In 1948 [Hunter] was appointed as a lecturer in clinical medicine at the University of St Andrews, whose clinical medical school was based in Dundee. The Principal of the University promptly promoted him to the position of Professor of Materia Medica, Pharmacology and Therapeutics. He was only 33. By any modern standards it was a remarkable appointment. He had by then published little more than a paper on a review of antihistamine drugs, in which he developed an abiding interest, and a contribution to the Practitioner on cough mixtures. Nevertheless, he settled to his new post with aplomb, delivering an arresting inaugural address on the contributions of science to therapeutics.’

I can see why there was a disaster in Birmingham Medical School when Lord Bob was at the helm. His inaugural address must have been a real laugh, what with Lord Bob having less experience of research than many PhD students would have had. The Principal of St Andrews who was so wowed by Lord Bob that he gave him a Chair on the basis of one review of antihistamines and a ‘contribution’ regarding cough mixtures was Sir James Colquhoun Irvine, a Scottish organic chemist. Irvine was the son of factory owner John Irvine. James Irvine’s tenure at St Andrews ‘saw the renovation and restoration of both buildings and traditions and his works are still talked of today‘. As are the works of Fred West. Irvine’s commitments spanned further than the University, ‘into higher education in Britain and the colonies’. He also served as acting Principal of University College Dundee.

During Lord Bob’s twenty years in Dundee ‘he developed a remarkable flair for administration and for successfully plodding the corridors of power. He…played a major role in the planning and development of the new teaching hospital at Ninewells which replaced the old Dundee Royal Infirmary. At the same time he was increasingly called upon to serve on important national committees. He was a member of the General Medical Council from 1962 to 1968, and from 1966 to 1968 was chairman of the medical subcommittee of the University Grants Committee, then supervising significant developments in the medical schools, particularly those recently established. He also served on the clinical research board of the Medical Research Council.’

So Lord Bob was among those on the GMC who ignored the outrages of Dafydd’s early career.

Munk’s Roll explains that it was Lord Bob’s work on the Committee on Safety of Drugs (the Dunlop Committee), which led later to his appointment as Chairman ‘of a departmental committee to assess research into safer smoking materials, the hazards of smoking by then being well established. Many fellow members of his profession considered that Hunter was supping with the devil in appearing to give succour to the tobacco industry by endorsing a supposedly safer cigarette. In fact, his committee’s first report gave only a qualified endorsement and in any case smokers throughout the world spurned the product. He never, however, fully appreciated the addictive powers of nicotine.’

In the same way that Lord Bob didn’t fully appreciate the killing powers of smallpox.

Lord Bob was traumatised after being appointed VC of Birmingham University. Not by Robert Bluglass concealing organised crime, but because Lord Bob arrived at Birmingham ‘at a time of widespread student unrest. Although he had never had to deal with student revolt in the calmer academic climes of Scotland, in Birmingham he at once encountered a student body prepared to confront authority. The students went on strike and for a while trapped the new vice-chancellor in his room. From there Hunter organized his response, arranging meetings of the University Senate in the nearby Queen Elizabeth Hospital. He was later to set up an external advisory group to advise on the improvement of internal relations. The group was chaired by Jo Grimond whose report was to lead to a number of more democratic but largely cosmetic changes in the structure and governance of the University.’

So Lord Bob and Jo Grimond entered into an HE equivalent of a patients’ consultation exercise then.

Lord Bob continued to impress: ‘The undoubted respect in which he was held outside Birmingham led to his appointment as chairman of the medical sub-committee of the Committee of Vice-Chancellors and Prinicipals between 1976 and 1981. He was knighted in 1977 and elevated to the House of Lords as a life peer in 1978.’

It was Sunny Jim Callaghan who dished out the honours to Lord Bob.

Munk’s Roll makes intriguing comments regarding the smallpox outbreak on Lord Bob’s watch: ‘A case was brought against the University by the Health and Safety Executive, but in the event the University was cleared in court. In retrospect few really believed the conclusion of the Shooter report and there were later to be allegations that the escape of smallpox virus was due to human relationships not revealed at the time.’

What can Munk’s Roll be referring to?

Hunter retired in 1981. He must have been the most dreadful old fart, because even Munk’s Roll admits that ‘He was never a charismatic figure, nor ever a volatile character, yet his quiet dignity, his deliberate manner and the care with which he prepared his contributions brought him universal respect.’ Munk’s Roll tells us that ‘He was described by his fellow peer, Lord Walton, as “a wise and thoughtful man with much compassion. His criticisms (and they were few) were always couched in terms calculated to make his point but never to wound.”‘

Lord John Walton was the Monster of Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, who in his capacity as President of the BMA, 1980-82; President of the GMC, 1982-89 and President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86, as well as in other roles, protected Dafydd and the sex traffickers for many years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

 

The Indie’s 1994 obituary for Lord Bob, written by Professor Owen Wade, illuminates the glories of Lord Bob’s life and career further: ‘We were both appointed to the Committee on Safety of Drugs, the Dunlop Committee, set up as a result of the thalidomide incident to ensure that, before a drug could be marketed, its manufacturer should show that appropriate tests had been done to demonstrate it was safe and effective. Hunter was the Chairman of the Clinical Trials Sub-Committee. There were new and challenging problems on whether and how new drugs should be marketed by the pharmaceutical industry. Our American cousins admired us as ‘a lean and spare apparatus for drug safety which operates at a tiny fraction of the cost of a comparable FDA operation’.

In 1964 Hunter became a member of the University Grants Commission and in 1966 became Chairman of its Medical Advisory Committee. By 1968 Hunter had been in his Chair at St Andrews for 20 years. He felt that it was time for a change and he accepted the invitation to become Vice-Chancellor of Birmingham University.

Despite Lord Bob’s Chairmanship of the UGC’s Medical Advisory Committee, Professor Owen Wade explained that after the upset of dealing with the protesting students, Lord Bob received a Cruel Blow, when he ‘found himself at the receiving end of assaults on university funding. It was a difficult time. The reduction in funds from 1971 onwards was not accompanied by the power to alter staff contracts. The reduction in staff had to be by voluntary retirement, and this was too often taken by the able and the competent who knew they could get good jobs elsewhere. Hunter resented this stupid way of culling staff; humane perhaps, but not very fair on students.’

Hunter might have ‘resented’ this, but Hunter was one of those who ensured that ‘voluntary retirement’ was offered in the face of the cuts which his own Committee had implemented. Hunter will have known that useless old gits would stay in their jobs because they wouldn’t be offered another one, yet the best staff would bag the redundancy cash and move on to another post. This has happened in every round of university ‘cuts’ that has ever been implemented. When I was working at Bangor University, I and other research fellows rolled around laughing when people in senior lecturing jobs who had done nothing for twenty years were offered money by the VC to bugger off and retire, but they refused to accept on the grounds that ‘he’s not offering us enough’. Why would any of them have ever accepted the deal? The research fellows and a few of the hard working senior academics did absolutely everything, the Moribund Ones didn’t even come into the University on more than two days/week, why would they wave good-bye to a salary of £50k or more for doing nothing when they could stay there until retirement and then pocket pensions far more generous than their younger colleagues will receive?

 

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It is clear from Wade’s obituary for Lord Bob that Wade played a part in the events which led to the smallpox outbreak as well: ‘I was particularly grateful to Bob Hunter for the steadfast support which he gave me and my Faculty when a member of our staff contracted and died of smallpox. There were allegations that our Department of Virology, which was doing important work for the World Health Organisation in controlling smallpox, had been and was a hazard to the citizens of Birmingham. Hunter knew that this was nonsense, bore the brunt of criticism with quiet dignity and in the end was fully vindicated: the case brought by the Health and Safety Executive was dismissed and it was clear that the standard of care and competence in our laboratory was as high if not higher than in the only other laboratories in Britain where smallpox virus was held’.

Denying absolutely everything was a strategy that worked well for Lord Bob. Wade lets us know that in the Lords, Lord Bob ‘was a member of the Select Committee on Science and Technology and he was deeply concerned with EEC problems in Brussels’.

 

Professor Owen Lyndon Wade was himself described by the Royal College of Physicians ‘one of the founding fathers of clinical pharmacology and therapeutics in the UK’. Wade was born in Penarth, South Wales. His father James Owen David Wade was a surgeon. Owen Wade was of a similar vintage to Gwynne the lobotomist.

Wade was educated at Emmanuel College, Cambridge and UCL and subsequently worked as a clinical assistant at the Pneumoconiosis Research Unit in South Wales, 1948-51. Dafydd’s and Tony Francis’s mate and protector Professor Kenneth Rawnsley, later of Cardiff University, was associated with that Unit early in his career. Ken’s wife was a child psychiatrist who was a key figure in one of the medical charidees in south Wales established by child molester George Thomas. See previous posts for information on Kenneth Rawnsley and his wife.

Owen Wade was appointed as a Lecturer in Medicine at Birmingham University in 1951, rising to Senior Lecturer. In 1957, he became Professor of Therapeutics and Pharmacology at Queen’s University, Belfast. In 1971 he returned to Birmingham, to the post of Professor of Therapeutics and Clinical Pharmacology, from which he retired in 1986. Wade was Dean of Birmingham Medical School, 1978-84. So he knew Bluglass as well then and was also Dean when Dr Tony Francis’s pal and protector Ian Brockington was given a Chair at Birmingham Medical School after Francis relocated to north Wales to join Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass studied Medicine at St Andrews. He will have been a student at St Andrews while Lord Bob worked there and then Bluglass rocked up in Birmingham when Lord Bob was VC of that University. Then Brockington joined the crew in Birmingham.

There is absolutely nothing ‘independent’ about the independent clinical opinions of the Top Doctors.

 

Owen Wade ‘oversaw the modernisation and 1981 relaunch of the British National Formulary’, published by the BMA and Pharmaceutical Society of Great Britain. This was described by Munk’s Roll as Wade’s ‘greatest legacy’. In 1978 Owen became Chairman of the Formulary Committee and led the team which transformed the BNF from a dusty old text full of Latin and chemistry into the gripping read which it is today. Which interestingly enough, although being the ‘Bible’ for prescribing Top Docs, is ignored by some of them. Particularly Dr Richard Tranter, who before he made a run for it to New Zealand a few years ago worked at the Hergest Unit and prescribed me a combination of drugs which the BNF clearly flags up as being neurotoxic, leading to psychosis and possibly death (see post ‘Why So Many Die So Early’). Being the ‘difficult non-compliant’ person that I am I of course didn’t take the drugs prescribed by Richard, which saved my bacon. Richard Tranter is a psychopharmacologist, supposedly one of the global leaders in this speciality. So what’s your explanation then Richard?

Richard prescribed the lethal combination after Brown and I published our first paper about the mental health services in north Wales and were planning a follow-up book.

 

Owen Wade’s three brothers also qualified in medicine. Two of his brothers became surgeons, one in Cardiff and one in Edinburgh, the other became a GP working in London. When Owen became a Professor in Belfast, ‘they had the UK well-covered’.

As a teenager, Owen ‘would help his father giving the anaesthetics (cloth and bottle) and began learning to do the operations. Well before starting his clinical course he had removed an appendix, repaired a hernia and enucleated a prostate – all performed rapidly before the anaesthetic wore off‘. The legality of the teenaged unqualified Owen’s operating is not clarified. Presumably Owen’s dad viewed Owen’s help with the operations in the same way that farmers do when their 14 year old children drive the tractor around the farm.

It’s just as well that Owen had been operating before medical school, because when he began his clinical training at UCL, ‘there was a shortage of clinical senior medical staff’ and Owen ‘recalled that students had to look after themselves and take clinical responsibility at a very early stage. On one occasion, he had to deliver a baby on the platform of Warren Street tube station. Coping with the spectators was a challenge, but he used the old trick of sending them off to find boiling water’.

‘Now don’t you worry dear, we’ll soon get that baby out. I’m not qualified, there aren’t even any lecturers at my medical school, but I’ve been treating patients since I was knee-high to a pompous old git.’

WWII provided Owen with ‘lots of excitement and he and the staff often had to take cover. In his obstetrics exam in January 1945, he was trying to talk about placenta praevia with Hilda Lloyd whilst conscious of the sound of an approaching V-1 bomb. Sensing her increasing concern, he asked if they should both get under the table, which they did. They were not hit and he passed the exam.’

Thank God the lady on the platform at Warren Street tube didn’t have placenta praevia, Owen hadn’t learnt about that then and he’d have probably killed her. ‘That bloody placenta hasn’t appeared yet, I’ll just give this a tug…’

Owen Wade married Margaret Burton, a dentist, which he said was the best thing that he ever did. We are not told whether Margaret began drilling and extracting when she was still at school.

Munk’s Roll supplies yet more terrifying details of Wade’s career. At Birmingham University ‘Owen was the first person to catheterise a normal subject at rest and during exercise. It was his team leader who kindly left a letter absolving his colleagues if anything went wrong, like sudden death. Nothing did go wrong, and Owen was catheterised by him at the next session. In total 12 subjects were studied, including the ward sister and the catheter team nurse – both willing volunteers. There was no ethics committee and no defibrillator.’

And if there was a death no-one would have admitted it. So we do not actually know that ‘nothing did go wrong’. Furthermore, the ward sister and team nurse almost certainly were not ‘willing volunteers’, in those days Angels followed orders no matter how dangerous. If they were told to volunteer, they will have.

‘In 1957 Belfast Medical School wanted to establish an active clinical pharmacology unit and appointed Owen. He was just 36, and had only been a senior lecturer for five months, had had no special training in clinical pharmacology and no specific interest in therapeutics. The department had one senior technician, who was a great asset, but no other staff and he was offered a few beds on someone else’s ward. He was there from 1957 to 1971.’

This is sounding like an Everyday Story of a Father of Modern Medicine.

Owen ‘set about devising a course, putting together a lecture programme and planning practical classes, having never done anything like this before. He gave all the lectures and ran all the practicals. He soon complemented the lectures with interactive road shows, discussing the management of specific patients with a panel of students whilst the rest of the class listened, learned and joined in. These were very clinically relevant and became very popular. Over the early years his clinical work prospered and he became the first consultant to have beds in both teaching hospitals.’

Owen may have simply been amazing. But if he wasn’t, no-one would have admitted that.

‘In 1961 it became clear that thalidomide taken during pregnancy caused very severe, often fatal, abnormalities in the foetus. Many babies were born with phocomelia. His response was positive. He tried to find out how much thalidomide had been prescribed in N Ireland and by whom. This proved impossible, but he was able prospectively to quantify all the drugs prescribed by each GP in Northern Ireland and subsequently worked with colleagues to obtain comparable data for Norway, Sweden, Czechoslovakia and West Germany.’

So if all this data was available, why was it ‘impossible’ for Wade to find out who prescribed thalidomide in N Ireland and how much? Prescriptions were easy traceable at the time, the data that Owen needed was recent and N Ireland is a small place. There will not have been millions of babies born during the relevant period, let alone millions with phocomelia. The number of such babies born in N Ireland will have been in single figures. Owen could have literally knocked on the door of every mother with a young child and found out who had prescribed thalidomide. Phocomelia is such a rare condition that it’s not as if mothers in N Ireland who gave birth to babies without limbs won’t have noticed. This was N Ireland in the early 1960s. Virtually all the mothers will have had one GP throughout their pregnancy, that GP would probably have treated them for years and very probably their parents as well. The GP’s own father could well have practised as a Top Doctor in the same community.

Whoever did prescribe thalidomide in N Ireland must have heaved a huge sigh of relief that Owen wasn’t able to trace them.

Munk’s Roll states that Owen Wade ‘used the computer-based system used in Northern Ireland to pay the pharmacists, and became the first person to use computers in this type of research, and the first to produce numerical data on drug utilisation. These tools fed his interest in adverse drug reactions and he wrote some of the earliest papers and books on this subject.’

But Owen just couldn’t find out who prescribed thalidomide…

Munk’s Roll explains that ‘The nation was horrified by the thalidomide disaster. At that time there was no legal framework for assessing new drugs, no system for monitoring the safety of drugs already on the market and no means of communicating rapidly with prescribers about safety concerns. In 1963 the Government set up the Committee on Safety of Drugs, the so-called ‘Dunlop Committee’, named after the chairman, Sir Derrick Dunlop [Munk’s Roll, Vol.VII, p.170]. Owen was a founder member and subsequently went on to chair the Committee on the Review of Medicines, the adverse drugs reaction subcommittee and became a member of the Medicines Commission, which set up and oversaw the regulatory committee structure.’

The parents of children born with disabilities as a result of thalidomide had to drag the Gov’t and the pharmaceutical company involved kicking and screaming into an admission that their children had been harmed and the battle to gain the (inadequate) compensation was huge and took years. Little wonder it was Owen ‘I just don’t know which Top Doc prescribed that’ Wade who was appointed a founder member of the Dunlop Committee.

Owen Wade’s ‘Deanship of Birmingham Medical School started at a minute past midnight on 1 September; by midday, he had had to shut half the medical school and his Professor of Virology had cut his own throat and was dying’.

By the time that Wade was appointed Dean, Birmingham University knew that Janet Parker had contracted smallpox and knew that the University could possibly be responsible for an outbreak affecting hundreds of people. What better Dean to have appointed to ensure that allegations of malpractice would be like water off a duck’s back and the culprits would be ‘impossible’ to trace?

Munk’s Roll tells us that ‘Trade union power in 1978 was at its peak and the Association of Scientific, Technical and Managerial Staffs (ASTMS) made life very difficult. However, Owen did well. He took command, learnt all about smallpox, took expert advice, kept the relevant documents in good order, looked after his staff and they gave him a lot of support. The medical school was battered but unbowed and lived to fight another day. Four of his professors became presidents of their respective colleges.’

I bet that Owen’s staff ‘gave him a lot of support’. Just think of the alternative if he didn’t win this battle…

 

Regarding the ASTMS making ‘life very difficult’. The ASTMS later became MSF. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, the MSF reps were corrupt and wielded power entirely by using their knowledge of the wrongdoing of the equally corrupt but much more powerful Top Doctors. Top Doctors are incredibly hierarchical and usually drip with contempt for anyone who is not a Top Doctor. They treat the lab staff – not so much the research staff, but the lab staff carrying out the routine work – appallingly. When anything ever goes wrong, the Top Doctors blame Angels or other staff, such as lab staff. You bet that the ASTMS would have been difficult, but it won’t have been anything to do with it being 1978 and trade union power being at its height. It was because ASTMS needed to ensure that one of their own wasn’t blamed for the smallpox outbreak, needed to get a compensation deal for Janet Parker’s family, but most importantly ASTMS could see that if they played their cards right over the smallpox outbreak, Christmas had come. I worked at St George’s between 1989-91. Thatch had finished off the union movement and the corrupt MSF rep in the Dept of Obs and Gynae at St George’s, David Hole, wasn’t a Trot, he was a leading light in Wandsworth SDP. Hole was surrounded by rich Top Docs concealing a trafficking ring, drug dealing and perpetrating research fraud and they also had celebrity patients and friends, one of whom was the biggest light entertainment star in the UK at the time. David Hole and his mates had a lorra lorra laffs by acquiring the dirt on their senior colleagues.

 

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At the time of the smallpox outbreak in Birmingham, the General Secretary of the ASTMS was Clive Jenkins, the self-indulgent slimebag who was substantially responsible for orchestrating the arrangements which resulted in the Windbag becoming leader of the Labour Party in 1983 . For more information about Clive Jenkins, see post ‘I Warn You…’.. Jenkins and his associates became powerful because of the knowledge that they had of the wrongdoing of professionals like the Top Doctors. If Jenkins had found out that a cleaning lady had done a bit of shoplifting it would have been neither here nor there. But in 1978 Jenkins found out that the idiocy and lies of some of the UK’s most ’eminent’ Top Doctors had put the lives of the population of Birmingham at risk. I don’t know how Jenkins and those close to him used that info – including the info that was never made public and the info that was involved in the cover-up that was the failed HSE prosecution – but they will have definitely used it.

 

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In 1978 the full-time Health and Safety Director of the ASTMS was Sheila McKechnie. Sheila remained with ASTMS until her appointment as Chief Executive of the charity Shelter in 1985. After ten years there, McKechnie left to become Head of the Consumers’ Association. In 2001 McKechnie said: ‘I am a fully paid-up member of the awkward squad and will remain so for the rest of my life. No government would ever feel entirely comfortable with me or the association because we are both fiercely, fiercely independent.’

When she was a student at Edinburgh University, McKechnie was a close friend of Gordon Brown. Although she was fiercely independent of Gov’t of course. Awkward Sheila became Dame Sheila in 2001, when her old mate Gordon was Chancellor of the Exchequer.

The fiercely, fiercely independent awkward squad:

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McKechnie was diagnosed with cancer in 1997 and died in 2004. If Dame Sheila had only been a little more awkward during her lifetime and had not kept quiet about the scams and research fraud on the part of Top Docs and their colleagues, the clinical outcomes for cancer patients in the UK might be rather better than they are at present. Dame Sheila was an activist in the Wimmin’s Movement. So that’s why she remained silent about the abuse and trafficking of vulnerable women and girls within the welfare system of the UK.

Following the Dame’s death the Sheila McKenchie Foundation was established to support a new generation of campaigners.

 

Clive Jenkins’s proud boast was that he unionised the middle classes. Indeed he did. Thatch destroyed the NUM, the print unions and most of the unions representing what were considered to be working class people. The NHS, universities and schools remained unionised. The BMA is the most powerful trade union in the UK. It tells Gov’ts of every political hue what to do and how much to pay Top Docs.

 

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The ASTMS was created in 1969 when ASSET (the Association of Supervisory Staffs, Executives and Technicians) merged with the AScW (the Association of Scientific Workers) under the leadership of joint General Secretaries Clive Jenkins of ASSET and John Dutton of the AScW. ASSET, the larger of the two unions, began as the National Foremen’s Association and chiefly represented supervisors in metal working and transport. Covering both the public and private sectors, AScW largely represented laboratory and technical workers in universities, the NHS and in chemical and metal manufacturing. The AScW could name half-a-dozen Nobel prize winners amongst its membership.

Between 1962-70 Ken Livingstone worked at the Chester Beatty cancer research labs looking after the research animals and during this time Livingstone helped found a branch of ASTMS to fight redundancies imposed by company bosses. Ken won’t have missed the opportunity to put what he witnessed going on at the Chester Beatty labs to good use in his later political career.

 

By the end of 1970 Clive Jenkins had become sole General Secretary of the union. Jenkins kept ASTMS in the public’s eye, within 15 years the union had expanded from 65,000 members to a figure approaching 500,000. This was achieved both by individual recruitment and by merging with small unions and staff associations, such as the Managers’ and Overlookers’ Society, Medical Practitioners’ Union, the United Commercial Travellers’ Association of Great Britain and Ireland, the Union of Insurance Staffs and the Prudential Assurance Staff Association. The number of mergers was eventually to exceed 30.

In 1988 ASTMS merged with TASS, the federated white collar section of the AUEW (Amalgamated Union of Engineering Workers) to form MSF. On January 1, 2002 MSF was to amalgamate with the AEEU, a successor to AUEW) to form Amicus. On 1 May 2007 Amicus merged with the TGWU to form UNITE.

Anyone up for a march to Save The NHS From Tory Cuts?

 

I suspect that those four unidentified professors from Birmingham Medical School who were in post at the time of the smallpox outbreak and who later just happened to become presidents of their respective Royal Colleges, used their knowledge of life behind the scenes in the smallpox lab as skilfully as Lord Clive Jenkins and Dame Sheila did.

 

Another Top Doctor who had a great deal to do with the Birmingham smallpox outbreak but who’s career suffered no deleterious consequences was Henry Bedson’s friend and senior colleague, Thomas Henry Flewett. In 1956 Flewett had been appointed consultant virologist to East Birmingham Hospital, where he established the Regional Virus Laboratory. Flewett was a member of the senior management team of East Birmingham (now Heartlands) Hospital overseeing Bedson. Flewett was ultimately responsible for the disaster over which Bedson killed himself. It was Flewett who ordered his staff to fumigate the smallpox laboratory with formaldehyde after Janet Parker’s death. Why Flewett told them to do that is a mystery, because formaldehyde would not eradicate smallpox viruses. Formaldehyde is very good at killing and preserving living tissue, but the only characteristics of ‘life’ that viruses have are that they replicate. There is still debate as to whether viruses are ‘alive’ or whether they are merely self-replicating pieces of DNA or RNA. It was also Flewtt who ordered the ward where Janet was cared for to be fumigated. The building at East Birmingham Hospital housing that fumigated ward was later demolished, probably in order to conceal how hopelessly inadequate it was as a location in which to treat a patient with smallpox, even by the standards of 1978. Here’s the scene of the fuckwittery:

 

It doesn’t inspire confidence does it. Well just take a look at the back of the Medical School building which housed the lab in which Bedson carried out his work with smallpox and the rooms above that lab, in which Janet worked:

 

The location of the smallpox laboratory (bottom) and the rooms where Parker worked (above):

 

Flewett was a founder member (and subsequently Fellow) of the Royal College of Pathologists and was elected a Fellow of the Royal College of Physicians of London in 1978. He was Chairman of the WHO Steering Committee on Viral Diarrhoeal Diseases, 1990–3, and a member until 1996. Flewett’s Birmingham lab was a WHO Reference and Research Centre for Rotavirus Infections from 1980 until his retirement in 1987. Flewett was a member of the Board of the Public Health Laboratory Service (now Public Health England), 1977-83 and was Chairman of the Public Health Laboratory Service, Committee on Electron Microscopy from 1977-87.

Flewett was born in India where his father was a member of the Imperial Forestry Service. Flewett’s father was also a member of the Indian Reserve Army. Flewett was educated at Campbell College, Belfast and qualified as a Top Doctor from Queen’s University, Belfast. He worked at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Belfast and then as a demonstrator at Queen’s University Belfast for two years. Between 1948 and 1951, Flewett worked at the National Institute for Medical Research at Mill Hill. This led to his first use of electron microscopy, ‘in which he became a leading authority’.

Flewett’s work on rotaviruses brought him international recognition. He was one of the first western virologists to be invited to the People’s Republic of China (in 1983) to lecture. He was a judge for the King Faisal International Prize in 1983, which was awarded to Professor John S. Fordtran, Dr William B. Greenough III and Professor Michael Field, for their work on oral rehydration in reducing mortality and morbidity due to cholera and other acute infectious diarrhoeal diseases. Flewett travelled widely as a WHO consultant to most countries in which childhood diarrhoea is a major problem.

 

 

I noticed the reference to ‘magistrates’ with regard to the 1979 HSE prosecution of Birmingham University. This suggests that lay people heard the case and it was those lay people who rejected all the evidence suggesting that Birmingham University were hugely culpable where Janet Parker’s death was concerned. Unless one of those involved just happened to be a microbiologist, it might have been very difficult for them to weigh up the conflicting evidence presented to them by different Top Doctors, all stressing their ‘expertise’ in the matter. The same situation prevails today. Yesterday morning Radio 4 broadcast a programme in which various people reviewed the newspapers and one story discussed was the recent US Court case in which it was found that the weedkiller Round-Up was responsible for someone’s cancer. The manufacturers of Round-Up have been ordered to hand over a great deal of dosh. There didn’t seem to be any awareness on the part of the Radio 4 guests that there is no firm opinion on whether Round Up (ie. glyphosate) does cause cancer. The argument has raged for quite some time now, but a link has not been demonstrated in the way that the link between tobacco smoking and lung cancer has. The American jury could well have been unaware that the alleged carcinogenic properties of glyphosate are still very much a matter of debate. Someone on the radio also believed that glyphosate presents a risk because people spray it on their gravel paths to keep the weeds down. No, if there is a risk it is from the agricultural use of glyphosate. Some farmers drench their crops in the stuff and indeed in the 1980s, the Agriculture Dept at Bangor University recommended this practice to the students. Add in dishonest expert witnesses and how a jury is ever supposed to get to the truth I cannot understand.

 

BBC News Wales reported yet another good news NHS story – there’s a great many of them in these days of special measures and ever-worsening NHS performance – precisely that the crack team of Top Doctors at the University Hospital of Wales in Cardiff carried out ‘six kidney transplants in 30 hours’. Dr Mike Stephen, one of the transplant surgeons, mentioned that the theatres used for transplant surgery competed with space for other emergency surgery. As no additional operating theatres have been built, assuming that this story of six transplants in 30 hours is true, it can only mean that if a major incident had occurred – multiple car crash, train crash, a plane crash, industrial accident/explosion etc – that there would have been insufficient capacity in the theatres at UHW to deal with it. Aren’t hospitals supposed to organise matters to ensure that there is always sufficient capacity to allow for a major incident? UHW isn’t on top of Snowdon, it’s in Wales’s biggest city where a major incident could happen.

It was explained by delighted Top Doc Mike Stephen that Wales is now ‘the envy of the world’ because with regard to organ donation, it has ‘the highest rates of consent in the UK, after having previously had the lowest’. This is not true. A recent change in the law in Wales means that now, unless someone actively states that they do not wish their organs to be used for donation, the Top Docs can assume consent. Even if consent has not been given. This massive far-reaching change in the legal ownership of the bodies of the citizens of Wales – they now belong to the state, not the individual – was rushed through with the minimum of debate on the back of an advertising campaign featuring the usual eg. pictures of stylised hearts and other organs, shots of Angels holding the hands of patients and the promise that if the legal change took place, Doctors Would Be Able To Help.

I do not have any problems with organ donation but the main reason why there were so many anecdotes regarding people who carried organ donor cards but who’s relatives ‘were too upset to say yes’ at the time of death, was that the circumstances of so many of those deaths in Wales’s hospitals were just so distressing. The communication between staff and relatives was frequently terrible and if one’s nearest and dearest has had the sort of death that Ann Clwyd’s husband had in the University Hospital of Wales, one is not going to agree to organ donation. No-one addressed this issue, there was simply a command sent out – your organs now belong to the state.

One reason why awful death bed scenes may not have been addressed is that the Health Minister who pushed the presumed consent Measure through was Edwina Hart. Edwina knew just what a bloody dreadful state Wales’s hospitals were in, she knew that the NHS had become a site of considerable confrontation and she knew the sort of experiences that people were having as their relatives lay dying. Dealing with that was much too steep a mountain to climb, so Edwina Passed A Cuddly Fluffy Law. But in the hands of some of those who are running Wales’s NHS, it is not a Cuddly Fluffy Law, it conjures up the sort of scene in Python’s ‘Life Of Brian’, where two dodgy looking characters find their way into an older lady’s home, explain that they’d like her to donate her organs to medical science and then slaughter her.

I note that the good news story regarding Edwina’s Bright Idea appeared a few days after I mentioned on this blog the criminal activities of the former Chair and CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, Elfed Roberts and Martin Jones. It was Edwina who failed to deal with those two, despite me sending her enough evidence to have both of them prosecuted. Elfed disappeared from public view, only to quietly re-emerge as a member of the Welsh Ambulance Trust, an appointment made by one Edwina Hart. Martin was recycled into the newly created Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Edwina hated Elfed and Martin and they hated her, but they all had so much crap on each other that, as with Ken Clarke’s battle with the BMA in the late 1980s, no-one won. Edwina and the Top Docs loathed each other as well, it was the BMA who organised the Edwina Out campaign. Ah, but this blog is detailing serious crimes on the part of the BMA too. It’s a Rainbow Alliance against Service Shenanigans!

I wish the Rainbow Alliance all the best and I look forward to the next bit of propaganda. The Rainbow Alliance have obviously forgotten that not only do I have 10,000 documents detailing serious crime, but that I haven’t blogged about all the evidence that I have. I’ve also been sent documents relating to other people’s cases that I haven’t even mentioned.

By the way Rainbow Alliance, wasn’t it at the UHW in which the wrong kidney was removed from a patient? The only healthy kidney that he had? He died didn’t he? Now, as I have recently blogged about the close and chummy relationship that the child molester George Thomas had with the UHW, perhaps the Rainbow Alliance would like to clarify whether it was the UHW which treated Thomas for an STI in 1984 but backed up Leo Abse’s plan to issue a press release stating that George had prostate trouble; clarify whether the NHS were footing any part of the bill for George’s bungaloid that was on the doorstep of the UHW; and tell us all how George Thomas managed to wangle such a massive proportion of the hospital building budget for the development of the UHW when the rest of Wales was left with inadequate provision.

One more thing Rainbow Alliance. Among all the other wrongdoing and chaos at the UHW, can you please enlighten us all regarding Mrs Walker’s flagship fertility unit which was alleged to be in operation in the late 1980s at the UHW?  Mrs Walker was a little old lady who didn’t seem to know a great deal about fertility treatment but she was agreeing to treat pretty much anyone who arrived at her door if they had the cash. I don’t know how, because there were bugger all fertility specialists there and there weren’t the labs needed to run a successful fertility unit either. I could find no reference to Mrs Walker’s work when I researched her so I presume that she hadn’t done any. Mrs Walker’s right hand woman didn’t have a PhD and I don’t think that she knew much about fertility treatment either. So what was going on then?

Now you don’t really want me to mention anything else that was going on at the UHW do you? Such as the death of the medical student Philip Jones in 1984, after he volunteered for a clinical trial? Cardiff maintained that Philip’s death was unrelated to the trial, but Philip spent his final days in a London teaching hospital and they did not agree with Cardiff’s stated cause of death. Only no-one was told that the London hospital concluded that Philip’s death was everything to do with that drug trial.

Then there was the Dean of Medicine at Cardiff who was giving his friends places on the Medicine degree, even though they didn’t reach the entry criteria.

Ooh, what about the scores of complaints from the women who had given birth in one particular ward at the UHW, the ward that had such a bad reputation that those in the know made sure that they didn’t give birth there?

I’ll keep my many other accounts of UHW Experiences for the next time that the Rainbow Alliance make a media appearance… Perhaps they could find an area of medicine to boast about of which I do not have knowledge of the most dreadful scams or misconduct?

 

Dr Mike Stephen, being a transplant surgeon of many years experience, will remember the scandal involving Dr Michael Bewick in the early 1990s. Michael Bewick was a London transplant surgeon who stood accused of performing kidney transplants on Turkish peasants who had been paid for their organs. The scandal came to light after one such Turkish man came forward and claimed that he had not consented to organ donation, he had woken up in London after having been told that he was to undergo some other procedure while ‘on a free holiday to London’ only to find himself minus one kidney. Bewick maintained that he had no idea that the Turks were being paid for their kidneys and that there was never an operation carried out which had not involved informed consent. The GMC found Bewick guilty of serious professional misconduct. His punishment? He was banned from private practice and ordered to ‘work within the NHS’ for I think it was two years. That is the Top Docs’ view of the NHS. The NHS gets the crap that the Top Docs themselves don’t want. I knew a Top Doc at the time of that case who knew Michael Bewick and they assured me that he knew exactly what was going on with regard to those Turkish peasants…

At the time of the Bewick scandal there had been reports of dead bodies washed up on beaches in Turkey which had undergone recent removal of the kidneys. There was much public incredulity and ‘this can’t really have happened’. Well I would not have thought that a police officer known to be corrupt could be thrown out of the North Wales Police by the Chief Constable for er corruption and then be appointed as Chair of an NHS Trust, unlawfully refuse a patient all NHS treatment, have her arrested twice unlawfully, disappear from his job in a blaze of scandal and bad publicity and then be given further appointments as a member of the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust and as a governor at Bangor University where he subsequently Chaired the Fair Practice Committee. It happened and we have Edwina Hart to thank for it.

The new Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board will be taking up his position within weeks. It is Mark Polin, who has just stood down as the Chief Constable of the North Wales Police. The North Wales Police who have failed to bring any prosecutions against anyone in the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, despite scandal after scandal and police investigations.

I am no longer in Wales, so if I am involved in a serious accident and someone has their eye on my kidneys, I hope that the chances of documentation being destroyed/fabricated and lies being told following my death from clinical negligence to allow the harvesting of my organs is rather less than it would otherwise be. Although I can’t be 100% certain, after all Michael Bewick was not in Wales…

 

Previous blog posts and recent comments added to posts have discussed the activities of the Dreadful Professors Irvine – Fiona, an Angel who was complicit with the abuse of patients and the most frightful workplace bully and her husband Stuart. The Irvines previously both worked at Bangor University and when one brave PhD student went to the HR Dept to make representation about Fiona’s appalling behaviour, he was asked not to make a formal complaint because Fiona ‘is not a nice lady’ and was expected to make a counter complaint against the student. Who had suffered a breakdown at the hands of Fiona. Another source told me that the Irvines had both lined up new jobs for themselves at another university but were conspiring to bring a case against Bangor in order to screw some dosh out of the institution as a golden goodbye. I’m not sure whether that plan did work but imagine my surprise when just weeks later, Stuart and Fiona left for Chairs at Glyndwr University!

The Chancellor of Glyndwr University had been paedophiles’ friend Trevor Jones, but he had been succeeded by Jon Shortridge (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’). Sir Jon Shortridge is a civil servant who served as the Permanent Secretary of the Welsh Office from March 1999 and then of the National Assembly of Wales from its creation in May 1999. Shortridge became Permanent Secretary of the Welsh Assembly Gov’t on its establishment as a separate institution in May 2007 and left the post at the end of April 2008. Which was when Elfed Roberts, Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust, was having me unlawfully arrested and refusing me NHS treatment and Edwina Hart was failing to deal with it. It was also when Fiona Irvine was abusing her position at Bangor University.

In 2009, Shortridge was brought back as interim Permanent Secretary of the Dept for Innovation, Universities and Skills. Mandelson was the Secretary of State for that Dept and his right hand woman was someone who had grown up on Anglesey, the daughter of Ron Evans, who for years worked as a lawyer for Gwynedd County Council. Ron was the lawyer who, in the wake of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, told everyone that what had happened was so serious and so inexcusable that none of them must ever say a word about it to anyone. I know that because Ron’s wife told me. She worked as a lecturer at Bangor University. She is (or was) also a magistrate. Documents in my possession with Ron’s signature on them detail perjury and conspiracy in an attempt to have me imprisoned. The names of colluding officers from the North Wales Police also appear on those documents. See previous posts for details.

The documents with Ron Evans’s name and signature on are from the late 1980s/early 1990s. Jon Shortridge joined the Welsh Office in 1984. I first complained about Dafydd and the gang to Keith Best, a Welsh Office Minister in 1985. Between 1987 and 1988 Shortridge was Private Secretary to two Secretaries of State for Wales, Nicholas Edwards and Peter Walker. Throughout this time the sex trafficking gang caused havoc in north Wales and complaints about the NHS and social services were simply ignored. From 1988 to 1992 Shortridge  was Head of the Welsh Office’s Finance Division. He undertook the Senior Management Review of the Welsh Office in 1995 and was appointed Director of Economic Affairs in 1997, with responsibility for establishing the National Assembly for Wales.

So Sir Jon, did Ron Evans tell you too never to say a word to anyone because what happened was so serious and inexcusable? And how exactly did the delightful Fiona and Stuart let you know that they had all the shit on you and that they’d both like Chairs at Glyndwr University?

Sir Jon was educated at Chichester High School for Boys, then St Edmund Hall, Oxford and then Edinburgh University.

In December 2002, Sir Jon was summoned by the Audit Committee of the National Assembly of Wales in order to be questioned over delays and rising costs surrounding the construction of a new debating chamber, which was to become the Senedd. £250,000 of taxpayers’ money was spent on a legal dispute with sacked architects, the Richard Rogers Partnership. Sir Jon stated during the hearing that the design submitted by the Richard Rogers Partnership would not have been eligible for the original competition if the true costs had been known. The saga of the design for the Senedd and the Richard Rogers Partnership being commissioned is covered in an earlier post on this blog (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’). The man largely responsible for it all was the former Secretary of State for Wales, Ron ‘I was looking for badgers’ Davies.

In 2010 Jeremy Colman, the Auditor General for Wales, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn (see post ‘The Reality Is, There Is No Problem’). His position as Auditor General was succeeded by Huw Vaughan Thomas, who had been the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council for some of the years when the paedophile gang flourished in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Huw’s son worked in the National Audit Office for Wales and Huw’s his wife, Enid Rowlands, was a Director of the North Wales Health Authority and is/was also a key figure in the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Huw and Enid have numerous other links with the paedophiles’ friends which stretch back many years, as detailed in previous posts…

 

Fiona Irvine didn’t stay at Glyndwr University long, within a few short months she bagged a Chair of Nursing at Liverpool John Moores. This is a woman who was unable to assess the work of a PhD student appropriately because her own grasp of the sociology of health was so shaky. Fiona’s inaugural lecture at Liverpool John Moores was entitled ‘Me, Myself, I’ no less.

Fiona is now Professor and Head of Nursing at Birmingham University. Whatever could be the key to Fiona’s success? Not that she’ll be telling us, Fiona will remember Ron Evans’s advice from all those years ago…

 

I have discussed in previous posts George Thomas’s many links with the NHS, medical charidees and his role as Patron of the National Children’s Home (NCH). The NCH is now known as Action for Children. Presumably the re-branding exercise followed all those embarrassing revelations that paedophiles were busy working for the NCH. A number of those involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had worked for the NCH, including Glanville Owen. Glanville was Deputy Director of Gwynedd Social Services, responsible for Gwynedd’s children’s homes for years while the paedophile gang enjoyed themselves within those homes. Glanville later became the Chief Exec of Gwynedd CHC, in which role he lied to patients and failed to investigate serious complaints, including assaults on patients by NHS staff.

I have discovered an entertaining document in the archive of the Margaret Thatcher Foundation. It is the text of a speech that Thatch gave on Jan 17 1990, at the National Children’s Home, as the inaugural George Thomas Society Lecture. The George Thomas Society was founded by the NCH for the purposes of tacking child abuse. For those of us who knew what Thatch was concealing and what George Thomas was up to for decades of his life, this speech is wonderful. I won’t reproduce it all here, it can be found on the website of the Margaret Thatcher Foundation, but I’ll highlight the best bits.

 

George Thomas is admired and loved throughout this country. As Mr. Speaker, his voice became known in every home. His life has been dedicated to the service of people and especially, through the National Children’s Home, to children. He has never ceased to proclaim the importance of Christian values in family life…

George has always believed that children must come first because children are our most sacred trust….We need to do all we can to ensure that children enjoy their childhood against a background of secure and loving family life. That way, they can develop their full potential, grow up into responsible adults and become, in their turn, good parents.

But it is a sad fact that throughout history some children have been neglected, exploited and cruelly treated. So it was in the mid-19th century in England. Dr. Stevenson, the founder of the National Children’s Home, was born when Lord Shaftesbury was campaigning to reform the appalling conditions in which children were made to work in factories and mines. It was a time when Charles Kingsley described the plight of child chimney sweeps in the “Water Babies” and Charles Dickens that organised juvenile crime in “Oliver Twist” . It was a world in which many children were neglected and even rejected and thrust into a life of crime, violence, exploitation and poverty, yet by the reformers’ response to theseconditions, that period also stands out in English history as a period of social progress based on Christian belief.

People like the Earl of Shaftesbury campaigned for laws to protect children; Robert Raikes started the Sunday School Movement, Dr. Barnardo established his famous homes, Prebendary Ruolf founded the Church of England Children’s Society, Benjamin Warr started the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, Margaret MacMillan founded nursery schools and, of course, Dr. Stevenson founded the first National Children’s Home in South London—a remarkable period—and all of this was done because those people felt impelled to care for the needs of these children….

Voluntary societies like yours can respond quickly to meet changing needs. They are run by people with a commitment to building genuine relationships with others and not simply to introducing programmes.

the early reformers were almost all Christians who saw such duties as an expression of their faith…

the very foundation of human happiness lies in the development of secure emotional relationships within the home, but far too many children are denied a secure and affectionate family and that is the greatest deprivation of all. Alas, today, that truth is not universally accepted and it is the children who suffer.

I believe that in the 1960s, far too many young people were ridiculed out of their true beliefs by the proponents of the permissive society who believed in precious little but themselves. They talked a lot about “rights” yet they gave away the fundamental right of a child to be brought up in a real family and now we are reaping the harvest.

There are, of course, some who blame all our social ills on poverty and others who think that affluence is the cause. Certainly, young people who nowadays have more money and more freedom, also have more opportunity to misuse them and some do, but do not blame freedom and prosperity for the faults ingrained in human nature!…

cruelty to children is still with us and the breakdown of so many families adds to the deprivation which children suffer and brings with it a new problem of teenage homelessness…

Over eighty children a year have died at the hands of a parent, step-parent or connected adult and there are thousands more who suffer. Even though child abuse is now more widely reported, it is very disturbing that at any one time about 40,000 children in England alone are registered as needing protection. Tragically, the case histories from a variety of backgrounds suggest that many of those who ill treat their children have themselves, when children, been ill-treated. To use children for sexual purposes, whether through the wicked perversion of sexual abuse or through fantasies induced by child pornography, must provoke the strongest outrage and reaction from individuals and Government alike.

The Government has increased the penalties for child cruelty and tightened the law on child pornography by making possession of this material an offence but I am very concerned by recent reports of what is still occurring…

four out of five lone mothers claiming income support receive no maintenance from the fathers. No father should be able to escape from his responsibility and that is why the Government is looking at ways of strengthening the system for tracing an absent father and making the arrangements for recovering maintenance more effective.

Another area of children in danger is teenage homelessness. The problem is not confined to London but it receives most publicity in the capital. We are not talking about teenagers who leave a perfectly good home voluntarily but about those who leave because of the breakdown of the family and the fact that they do not get on with the new step-father or mother. Sometimes, violence and sexual abuse may also be involved.

Other teenagers come out of Local Authority care with nowhere to go and without being given any proper training in how to look after themselves. I know that in some cases social services departments will find lodgings or a family to which the children can go and that is right because these young people are in special need of someone who cares about them personally…

our initiative on more hostels in partnership with the voluntary sector has produced an extra 21,000 hostel beds in the last eight years and in total, there are now a similar number in London alone and a further 31,000 hostel beds in the rest of England…

not all teenagers who choose to come to London are homeless and we must try not to pursue policies which have the effect of encouraging still more young people to leave their own home for our large cities without any idea of where to live or what to do… 

As well as responding to the problems of homelessness, we in Government have also been especially concerned to do our part to improve the care and protection of children. As a politician, I first came into contact with the problem of child abuse when I was Secretary of State for Education and Science. I used to ask young teachers to come and talk to me about their work. A few told me of children who at the end of the week would cling to their teachers—they were not wanting to go home themselves. What should the teacher do in those circumstances with a child clinging to her? Should she walk home with the child to see the parent or would that bring down the wrath of the parent on the child later? Should they report the incident?Should they call in the social worker or should they even alert the police? To those who would criticise their hesitation, I have frequently said:“Well, what would you do under those circumstances?”

Teachers and social workers and others working with children must have enough confidence to know how to respond. That means proper training for all of those who come into contact with children and everyone must know the circumstances in which the social services or the police have the power to take a child into their protection. 

So last year and this year, we are making £7 million available to Local Authorities to train those involved in caring for children, particularly social workers, and student teachers are now taught about child abuse as an essential part of their preparation for teaching.

We are making the largest ever grant to the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children to help them to establish their new training centre…

The Children Act of 1989 is the most comprehensive piece of legislation about children ever enacted in this country; it draws on the experiences learned in Cleveland and through the tragic deaths or abused children such as Kimberley Carlisle, Jasmine Beckford and Tara Henry. Above all, the Act seeks the right balance in protecting those too young and vulnerable to protect themselves while preventing excessive and over-zealous intrusion into family life by the State; and in 1988, the maximum penalties for child cruelty were increased from the previous two years to ten years…

all the voluntary helpers of the National Children’s Home and other similar organisations and all those who give to their work are just such people. Nearly a third of your income of £37 million comes from private individuals and companies and we would like to thank them very much indeed. Truly, this country has become an active and generous society and I know that you, the National Children’s Home, have played an important part in developing new ways of alleviating distress such as “Touchline” , the telephone counselling service for sex abuse victims in Leeds, which is similar to the wonderful work of Esther Rantzen—she is here and we would like to pay tribute to her work too!… Also, the new facilities you arepioneering through the George Thomas Society to overcome the consequence of sex abuse and the programme for sixteen to nineteen year-olds in Wales and for those who are needing care in Calderdale, to equip young people with essential skills such as budgeting, shopping, cooking and housework. Once again, a Methodist Foundation is showing by example that common faith is the best basis for common effort to build a better life in every sense of the word…

They knew—and we dare not forget—that children cannot flourish unless they learn to distinguish right from wrong and have respect and thought for others…

When we have all done our best to repair the broken lives of children, we must also keep in good repair that foundation of standards and values…That way, we can best emulate and honour John Wesley, Lord Shaftesbury—the poor man’s Earl—Dr. Stevenson, the founder of the National Children’s Home, and George Thomas—the children’s Viscount—whom we honour tonight.

 

When Thatch made this speech she had given George Thomas, who was known to the police and to Parliament to be a serial child sex offender, an hereditary Viscountcy. I don’t know why, because he was a paedophile who targeted boys Thomas had no heirs to whom he could pass on the Viscountcy.

By Jan 1990 Thatch had become good friends with Jimmy Savile and he had spent a few Christmas’s at Chequers with her. Thatch was warned by the civil service that Savile’s ‘private life’ threatened to damage the Gov’t and bring the honours system into disrepute were he to be given a knighthood. Thatch’s response was to lobby ever harder for Savile’s knighthood. Savile received a knighthood in the 1990 Queen’s Birthday Honours.

When Thatch made this speech, her personal friend Sir Peter Morrison, Tory MP for Chester, was Minister of State for Energy. It was known that Morrison was abusing kids in care in north Wales, Cheshire and elsewhere. Thatcher was directly told about this but nonetheless in July 1990 she appointed Morrison as her PPS. He then organised her leadership campaign at the end of that year.

Since 1979 Thatcher had led a Gov’t which had systematically ignored, concealed and colluded with the most dreadful abuse of children and vulnerable young people in north Wales and elsewhere.

Thatch mentioned that Esther was in the audience. I had written to Esther some two years before this speech was given, providing Esther with details of the abuse of mental health patients in north Wales, after Esther launched one of her campaigns. I did not receive a reply.

Thatch mentions the notion of people knowing right from wrong. Paedophiles and their friends are keen on this idea. When I was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in Dec 1986, I overheard Janice Davies, Dafydd’s mole and the Sister of Bryn Golau Ward telephone Dafydd and tell him that I was ‘dangerous’ and had ‘no sense of right and wrong’. Nothing had happened to elicit the phone call, but Dafydd was in need of ‘evidence’ to justify sectioning me because people were asking questions about my unlawful detention. I challenged Janice and she ran out of the office shrieking ‘I never said any such thing’.

Bryn Golau Ward at the time was full of people who were been detained unlawfully because they had in some way crossed the path of the sex trafficking gang which Dafydd was facilitating.

Everyone in positions of responsibility and authority in Wales and Westminster and Whitehall knew something of what was happening. They have so much blood on their hands that it will never wash off.

 

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I will now try and find out more about this initiative launched by George Thomas for people of sixteen to nineteen in Wales and Calderdale who had been sexually abused. I shudder to think what I will discover.

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My post ‘The Old Devils’ discussed Professor Brian Abel-Smith, the Labour Party-supporting economist who carried out much of the analyses which underpinned the planning of the NHS in its early years. Abel-Smith was an adviser to successive Labour Secretaries of State for the DHSS, namely Dick Crossman, Barbara Castle and David Ennals. Abel-Smith undoubtedly knew about the institutionalised neglect and abuse that the most vulnerable experienced at the hands of the NHS, but he ignored it while he got on with more important things like sitting on the Board of Governors of St Thomas’s Hospital, with it’s many consultants who also ran Harley Street practices. The other day I found a copy of a 1978 HMSO publication written by Brian Abel-Smith, entitled ‘National Health Service, The First Thirty Years’. It’s a sort of gullible person’s guide to the NHS and its wonderful work. Abel-Smith spent much of his career at the LSE and held a Chair there when he wrote this publication.

It’s ironic that Abel-Smith’s bit of propaganda was published by HMSO, because when I very first raised a complaint about the NHS – simply that they were unlawfully denying me access to my records – I used an HMSO publication as my guidance. Because I was being told so many lies by people employed by Gwynedd Health Authority, I had sought out an HMSO publication which clarified the legal position regarding access to records. Then I went to see an administrator in Gwynedd Health Authority, Bernard Rhodes, in 1985. Rhodes told me that he was the General Manager of GHA, which I later found out to be untrue.  Rhodes was extremely rude and aggressive, was livid that a whippersnapper like me had dared complain and then lied to me again regarding access to my records. When I quoted the guidelines published in the HMSO publication, Bernard yelled at me that he suggested that I went and had a word with HMSO because he wouldn’t be taking any notice of them. My meeting with Bernie ended in a substantial confrontation which resulted in me reminding him that the NHS was there for the benefit of the patients. Rhodes yelled ‘No No No’ and threw me out of his office. Years later I obtained a letter which Rhodes had written to the Top Doctors after I had been to see him in which he stated that he thought that I would be a nuisance for quite some time and ‘the less said to this young lady the better’. See previous posts for details.

Rhodes wasn’t Welsh, he had a northern accent – not Geordie, either Lancashire, Yorkshire or perhaps Cheshire – but then there was an exchange of paedophiles’ friends between different regions, despite the perception of many English migrants to north Wales that ‘they’re all from Gwynedd’.

Years later when I was working as a sociologist at Bangor University, one of the University secretaries, Linda Jones, told me that one of her first jobs had been with Gwynedd Health Authority as Bernard Rhodes’s secretary and that ‘Bernie was a good laugh’. Bernie was also colluding with a sex trafficking gang. At Bangor University, Linda was the secretary for the social work tutors, one of whom was Malcolm John, who had been a fostering and adoption adviser for Gwynedd Social Services when kids were being abused by their foster parents (see post ‘Local Accessories’). I knew that two other social work tutors at Bangor had also colluded with Dafydd and the gang, but one had not, he had left his job with Gwynedd Social Services because of the abuse and neglect of the clients. There was a co-ordinated attempt by his colleagues to force this tutor out of his job and Linda was part of this. Vulnerable students were also told that this man had ‘abused’ clients when he was a social worker. Linda Jones knew that was happening as well and she knew that there was no truth in the allegation.

 

Had Bernard Rhodes read the HMSO publication written by Abel-Smith, I’m sure that Bernie would not have found it quite so offensive as the HMSO publication that I got my paws on which confirmed that I had been told lie after lie after lie by Top Docs, Angels and administrators employed by Gwynedd Health Authority.

How did I used to know when an employee of the NHS in north Wales was lying? I could see their lips moving. That’s how bad it was, none of them could tell the truth about any matter.

 

Abel-Smith’s HMSO publication is a real laugh, because although Abel-Smith obviously wrote this as a PR exercise, there’s a few giveaways in there. For example, in the first part of the publication, when Abel-Smith discussed healthcare before the advent of the NHS, he noted that there were ‘twice as many doctors per head in London as in south Wales’ and that ‘four times the number of doctors per head lived in Bournemouth than in the industrial midlands’.

One look at present day statistics is enough to conclude ‘My how things haven’t changed’.

Abel-Smith confirmed that ‘Wales was particularly poorly served with hospitals. In south Wales, about half the hospital beds were in buildings which were judged when they were taken over, to be too small or ill-equipped for their purpose. No general hospital of the requisite size and quality served the thinly-populated areas of north Wales.’

For years now, there has been constant bellyaching and protests mobilised by the paedophiles’ friends whenever it has been suggested that any ‘hospital’ in north Wales should close. We are not talking state of the art centres of excellence. The first Chief Exec of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, Mary Burrows, did have a good grasp of how shite and dysfunctional the NHS in north Wales was. Mary was never able to sort things out because she was faced with a co-ordinated attempt to undermine her from within which soon evolved into an all out hate campaign and of course the problems were enormous anyway. Mary and her Board suggested the closure of, among other facilities, a community hospital near Pwllheli and the Blaenau Ffestiniog Memorial Hospital. I am not suggesting that the citizens of Pwllheli and Blaenau should be provided with inferior facilities, but that is actually what they had from those two institutions. Not that the paedophiles’ friends told them that, the paedophiles’ friends told everyone that their communities were under attack. There were ructions and at one public meeting Mary Burrows was confronted by a mob who threatened her with physical violence. This was witnessed by a group of local politicians, scores of local Councillors and a number of journalists, including some armed with TV cameras. No-one called for calm and no journos reported the threats that had been made to Mary. The inadequate ‘hospitals’ in north Wales which existed pre-1948 that Abel-Smith referred to included some of those which Mary was proposing to close in 2010.

 

Chapter 2 of Abel-Smith’s book covered ‘The Early Years, 1948-60’. It was explained that Boards of Governors directly responsible to the Minister of Health ran the 36 teaching hospitals in England and Wales. Those Governors ran the teaching hospitals in Cardiff and Liverpool, which were colluding with Gwynne the lobotomist and for the very first part of his career, Dafydd. Ministers of Health knew what was happening at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, as well as at places like Whitchurch Hospital in Cardiff and at Ely Hospital. Abel-Smith knew what was going on as well. But then Abel-Smith and his gay partner were part of swinging London, they owned a gentlemen’s outfitters which supplied the Rolling Stones and Abel-Smith used to travel to Italy himself to buy the latest styles. When you’ve got cashmere jumpers to purchase for the stars, you can’t waste time concerning yourself with people illegally imprisoned in a dungeon in Denbigh and subsequently lobotomised.

 

Other hospitals were placed under the management of Hospital Management Committees. The planning of hospital services and the employment of the senior medical and dental staff were made the responsibility of Regional Hospital Boards. The Regional Boards appointed the Chairmen and members of the Hospital Management Committees in their region  and the members of Boards and Committees ‘gave their services without payment’.

I became familiar with the selfless service of those who sat on such Boards and Committees out of the kindness of their hearts at a later date in north Wales. It was noticeable how many of them subsequently bagged very lucrative numbers for themselves in health and social care or associated fields, or how many members of their immediate family bagged such lucrative numbers. A good number of those giving up their time willingly to mismanage the statutory services were also involved with businesses which were commissioned by the health and/or social care services.

 

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Abel-Smith explained that separate Hospital Management Committees were set up to run most of the psychiatric hospitals and the hospitals for the mentally handicapped. In north Wales, that was the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and Bryn-y-Neuadd in Llanfairfechan.

So it will have been one such Board/Committee that appointed Dafydd as a consultant to Denbigh in 1964.

In north Wales, Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, sat on a number of these NHS Boards and Committees. Lord Kenyon continued his selfless service into a more recent era; he was Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority in the mid-1970s. Lord Kenyon was also a County Councillor, President of UCNW (Bangor University) for decades, a Magistrate and a member of the North Wales Police Authority. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales. Lord Kenyon’s son Thomas was known to be having sex with at least one under-aged boy in the care of the social services. In 1979, Thomas spent the night with this boy and made a complaint to the police that the boy had stolen from him after they had spent the night together. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no charges. In 1993 Thomas died of an AIDS-related illness. See previous posts for further information regarding Lord Kenyon and Thomas.

 

In ‘the early days’ of the NHS, all residents of institutions caring for mentally ill and mentally handicapped were hospital patients, unlike the elderly who could be either in institutions managed by the local authority or in hospital. Access to ‘specialists’ was only by the referral of a GP. Top Doctors still take advantage of this system at present. A number of people in north Wales who have complained about Dafydd and the gang have found it impossible to get a referral elsewhere. There is of course a legal right to a second opinion, but it just doesn’t happen. Around and around the system one goes for years and years, even if a lawyer is employed to assist, but no, one does not ever succeed in getting a referral to anyone who is not a close mate of the member of the gang about whom one has complained and who simply snaps that they agree with Dafydd/whichever member of the gang of paedophiles one is trying to escape from.

 

Abel-Smith tells us that the NHS initially followed the tradition of the Chief Executive of the hospital being the medical superintendent, to whom the matron was responsible. Gwynne the lobotomist was the medical superintendent at Denbigh. As he was also the Chief Executive, if one did wish to make representation after one’s lobotomy – presuming that you could still hold a pen and manage to utter a few words – it was Gwynne one made representation to. However, things changed in the early 1960s when a new broom arrived in north Wales. In the form of Dafydd, who then took over as medical superintendent at Denbigh. And who presumably doubled up as Chief Exec.

 

Abel-Smith explained that as the medical superintendents of general hospitals retired, they were not replaced. An elected member of the medical staff became the channel of communication between the Top Docs and the Management Committees and that ‘later this arrangement was also applied to hospitals for the mentally ill and mentally handicapped’.

Dafydd’s time as medical superintendent did expire, but Dafydd didn’t. Neither did he go elsewhere, he continued banging his way around Denbigh and doing exactly what he wanted. Judging from my experience of Dafydd, he was the channel of communication between himself and everyone else on the planet, although I doubt that anyone had elected him to that position.

Abel-Smith notes that matrons were in ‘an unfavourable position’ compared with the medical staff. Well there it is from the horse’s mouth, I’ve been telling people this for years in the face of all the appeals to Bring Back Matron because she kept everyone in order. Matron didn’t. Matron did ensure that the beds had a nice hospital corner and hospitals in those days were usually clean, but Matron tortured the nursing students, bullied the Angels and ensured that only people in her own mould were appointed as Ward Sisters – people who kicked those below them in the chops repeatedly but toadied to Top Docs and colluded 100% with any wrongdoing. Matrons did wield a degree of authority over medical students and junior doctors, but one word from a Top Doc and Matron would back right off.

I have heard stories from Angels who nursed in the 1950s of student nurses in nurses homes being terrified by aggressive advances from lesbian senior nurses and Matron just telling them to go into their room and shut the door and not say any more about it. I was told by two now elderly nurses from two different hospitals of patients dying after medical students and junior doctors carried out ‘experimental treatment’ on them. Treatment that had been through no ethics committees, was not part of any programme, was done without anyone’s consent  and that could best be described as idiots out of their depth killing patients. Matron knew what was happening but had no authority at all in the face of lethal Top Docs.

 

With regard to funding decisions, in 1948 with the creation of the NHS, a circular was sent to hospital authorities which made it clear that the Minister for Health, Nye Bevan, wished Christmas to be celebrated and that there was authorisation for up to 5 shillings per patient and resident number of staff to be spent. In 1949 a circular from Bevan authorised the use of exchequer funds for patients to provide soap, toothpaste, razor blades, sanitary towels, a selection of newspapers but not ‘cosmetics, permanent-waving, postage stamps, tobacco and sweets’. Hospitals not providing these things is fair with regard to patients who are in for a few weeks at most and who’s relatives are bringing in the grapes every evening anyway. However patients in Denbigh were often there for forty years or more. In later years, those patients did receive a small allowance from social security, but because they weren’t allowed out, there was nothing for them to spend it on anyway, except for the limited range of sweets at the hospital shop and of course fags. All of those hospital shops had ample supplies of fags.

People often used to marvel that long term residents of places like Denbigh dressed in such ‘odd’ clothes, particularly that young women dressed in granny-dresses. The patients did not have access to any other clothes, even in the 1990s. Those hospitals had ‘spare clothes’ for patients who’s clothes wore out or were damaged and those spare clothes were ridiculous. They were not clothes that anyone else in that day and age would have worn. Where places like Denbigh managed to find such clothes from I do not know.

When I was a patient in Springfield Hospital in 1991, my shoes were stolen by another patient. Not in a theft type of way, this lady was brought in by the police late at night, she was an older lady who was completely psychotic and she spent the night in the TV room where I had left my shoes, making some interesting noises and yelling at her voices. In the morning she chucked her breakfast around the room, but not with any malice, it just went flying and then she told the Angels that she was off. Although the police had taken her to Springfield as being in need of care and safety, the Angels let her leave ‘because she’s been in here loads of times’ and she was just a nuisance. This lady took my shoes with her.

I didn’t have any other shoes and being really pissed off at the degree of neglect and callousness that was shown to the person who had gone off with my shoes as well as towards the rest of us, I told the Senior Angel that I thought that Springfield needed to take some responsibility for this and that I’d like the price of a pair of shoes to replace my others. They weren’t expensive, I just asked for £30. I was refused. I explained that I had NO other footwear. After a couple of hours a message was sent from Oppression Central to tell me that I could go to the hospital clothes shop and choose a pair of shoes free of charge. The one human being who worked as an Angel on the ward, a young mixed race student nurse, warned me that whatever shoes I chose, they would be really bad because that’s all that there was in the hospital shop and that I’d need to get some ‘normal’ shoes as soon as I got out of Springfield. She was right, the shoes and the rest of the clothes in the shop were like those that I had never seen before. Institutional 1950s items, nothing else. I didn’t even know that such things were manufactured anymore.

This was a hospital attached to a London medical school which boasted of a flagship Academic Psychiatry Unit. No wonder the long-stay patients looked like no-one else in south London. I selected the least grim shoes available – although they were seriously grim – and I did dispense with them as soon as I was out.

I cannot fathom how such a hospital shop existed. Someone manufactured those clothes and someone in south London in 1991 chose to buy them to sell to Springfield patients who needed clothes. No Angel, Top Doc, any other member of staff or indeed any other patient would have chosen to wear such such clothes. Patients entered Springfield wearing mainstream clothes. No-one resembled the characters from ‘One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest’ in the least and furthermore some patients were quite cool and trendy. So what was going on?

Some years ago a clinical psychologist told me that the standing joke among the clin psych students when they began their training was that many of them would notice that the chronic patients would be wearing ‘schizophrenic trousers’, trousers which didn’t fit and which stopped a few inches above their ankles. I had a laugh at this observation because I’d noticed the syndrome myself, but the clin psych then told me that there was a belief that with chronic illness perhaps there was a problem with judgement and perception which caused people to be unable to choose clothes that fitted. It is an interesting theory, but schizophrenic trousers are far more likely to be the consequence of the utter neglect of the day to day needs of the patients and the presence of a ‘hospital shop’. At very best, the only other opportunities to acquire clothing are usually a brief visit to whatever clothes shop is nearest to the hospital which the Angels agree to take the patient to visit when the patient finally gets the written permission in triplicate needed to leave the hospital to visit a shop. The patient will probably be given ‘one hour’s leave’. They need to get out of the hospital, into the car with the Angels, to the shop, purchase the clothes, back into the Angels’ car, back to the hospital and down the corridor into the relevant  ward within the space of an hour. I suggest that the clin psych students try looking normal under such constraints, they won’t be able to.

 

Nye Bevan and his wife Jennie Lee were known for their champagne socialism lifestyle, their fondness for Harrods and other Knightsbridge shops. Nye Bevan and Jennie Lee lived in Belgravia, although much is made of Nye’s humble origins in Tredegar in south Wales. This is the hovel in which Nye grew up:

 

Historical picture,1950s, of the farm house in Tredegar, South Wales where Labour MP and Minister Aneurin 'Nye 'Bevan Stock Photo

 

I think that’s a rather nice hovel myself, I’d be quite chuffed if I was slumming it in there and even more chuffed if I actually owned that hovel. That hovel would have been a good deal grander than the houses in which many of Nye’s classmates lived.

Nye Bevan obviously did not feel that way about the hovel in Tredegar and he left south Wales to be among like minded souls.

 

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In 1953 a Committee Chaired by the Cambridge economist C.W. Guillebraud examined the present and prospective cost of the NHS to advise on how a rising charge could be avoided while maintaining an adequate service. Iain Macleod, the Minister for Health under Winston Churchill, set up the Committee. Why was Guillebraud’s expertise in particular sought? Abel-Smith doesn’t explain, but Guillebraud had been Macleod’s tutor at Cambridge.

Iain Macleod was born in and spent his youth in Yorkshire, although he attended boarding schools in Scotland. He was the son of a Top Doctor, was close to his father, interested in medicine and accompanied his father on his rounds. Iain Macleod trained as a barrister, but his main income after he qualified was not from his legal work but from gambling, Macleod being an accomplished bridge player. He was Chairman of the Conservative Party at the time of the Profumo Affair. Macleod later became Chancellor of the Exchequer under Ted Heath.

Macleod had many high dramas in his life. At the age of 27, when serving in the British Army as a staff captain, a drunk Macleod nearly killed his boss, a Captain Dawtry. Dawtry had retired to bed rather than play stud poker with Macleod. Macleod shot at Dawtry’s door until his revolver ran out of bullets and then passed out after smashing down the door with a heavy piece of furniture. Macleod demanded an apology from Dawtry the next morning for his refusal to play poker, although the two men remained friends thereafter. Dawtry later became Chief Clerk of Westminster Council.

Macleod was selected as the Conservative candidate for Enfield in 1946, amid allegations of skulduggery. Macleod was strongly supported by the local Young Conservatives, who could vote on constituency association matters despite in some cases being not yet old enough to vote for Parliament.  One of the branch officers for the Enfield constituency was fifteen year old Norman Tebbit. Macleod was subsequently elected as Tory MP for the more winnable seat of Enfield West in 1950.

Macleod worked for Rab Butler in the Conservative Research Dept just before being elected to Parliament. Along with Enoch Powell, Angus Maude and Reginald Maudling, Macleod was seen as a protégé of Butler at the CRD. Butler was later to become a big mate of Trumpers’ when Butler retired from politics and became Master of Trinity College, Cambridge (see post ’95 Glorious Years’). Macleod and Powell were close friends at this time, although Macleod subsequently dropped Powell after Powell’s 1968 ‘Rivers Of Blood’ speech.

It was Macleod who in 1952 announced that Top Doctor Richard Doll had demonstrated the link between smoking and lung cancer. Macleod did so at a press conference throughout which he chain-smoked. Macleod was a Cabinet Minister in Eden’s Gov’t at the time of the Suez Crisis and Randolph Churchill alleged that Macleod almost resigned on 4 Nov 1956. Robert Carr, junior Minister at the Ministry of Labour, wrote that Macleod had doubts but was not especially morally outraged and that Carr saw no evidence that he planned to resign. William Rees-Mogg claimed that Butler persuaded Macleod not to resign, while a lady friend of Macleod’s recorded him turning up at her flat, demanding a drink and declaring that he would have to resign having learned that Eden had deceived the Cabinet.

Suez alienated academics, journalists and other opinion-formers from the Conservative Party. William Rees-Mogg, then a Conservative candidate in the North East, made a speech urging that Macleod be party leader. David Astor of ‘The Observer’, who on 4 Nov 1956 had attacked Eden for ‘crookedness’ in an editorial, wrote to Macleod on 14 Nov, urging him to seize the party leadership so that collusion could be pinned on Eden and Selwyn Lloyd. On 20 Nov 1956 the question of collusion was raised in Cabinet, with Eden and Lloyd (who was in New York at a UN meeting) both absent; it has been suggested that it was probably Macleod who raised it. The Cabinet agreed to stick to Selwyn Lloyd’s formula that Britain had not incited the Israeli attack on Egypt. Eden stepped down as PM in Jan 1957 and Macleod – despite his closeness to Butler – along with the overwhelming majority of his colleagues, backed Harold Macmillan for leader.

In 1958 Macleod, as Minister of Labour, saw the London bus strike. Macleod initially accepted his own Chief Industrial Commissioner’s Investigation into the busmens’ case. Macmillan, backed by the Cabinet, insisted on settling a separate railwaymen’s strike, despite an arbitration award against them, as it was felt that they had more public sympathy than the busmen. On the bus issue, Macleod was overruled and forced to pick a fight with Frank Cousins, the leader of the TGWU, on the pretext that they accept an independent arbitration award. Macmillan had picked a scrap shrewdly, as the busmen had no allies amongst the other unions. Cousins felt compelled to support the strike and Opposition leader Hugh Gaitskill criticised the Gov’t in a speech at Glasgow and moved a motion of censure over Macleod’s treatment of the strike. Macleod, in his Commons speech of 8 May, made a blistering attack on Gaitskell. He was congratulated afterwards by the Labour frontbencher Alf Robens. Roy Jenkins described Macleod’s attack on Gaitskell as ‘high order jugular debating’, accused Gaitskell of weak leadership in appeasing the militants of his own party and attacked him for refusing to endorse the findings of the arbitration tribunal. Cousins wanted to call out the petrol tanker drivers, in breach of another agreement, but was blocked from doing so by the TUC. The strike ended after seven weeks and Macmillan dated the Gov’ts recovery in the polls from this point. Macleod had acquired a national reputation as a tough figure.

Macleod was appointed Secretary of State for the Colonies in Oct 1959. He had never set foot in any of Britain’s colonies, but the Hola massacre had helped focus his thinking on the inevitable end of Empire. In Nyasaland (later Malawi), Macleod pushed for the release of Hastings Banda, contrary to the advice of the Governor and of other politicians. He had to threaten resignation in the Cabinet to get his own way, but won Macmillan round. Banda was released in April 1960 and almost immediately invited to London for talks aimed at bringing about independence. During a visit to Nyasaland in 1960, Macleod is described as having been ‘gratuitously and grossly offensive, extremely rude and downright unpleasant at a meeting with the Governor, the provincial commissioners and senior police officers’. During Hastings Banda’s time as President it is estimated that 18,000 people were killed as a result of human rights abuses. Banda also retained links with apartheid South Africa.

Macleod described his own policy over North Rhodesia (modern Zambia) as ‘incredibly devious and tortuous’ but ‘easily the one I am most proud of’.

In 1961 Macleod published a sympathetic biography of former PM Neville Chamberlain, whose reputation then stood at a very low ebb. The book was largely ghostwritten and had been intended as a potboiler to earn money for Macleod’s daughter’s social season. Macleod used Gov’t papers in breach of the ‘fifty year rule’ then in operation. The PM demanded amendments to conceal the degree of Cabinet involvement in the abdication of King Edward VIII (who was still alive in 1961) and the degree to which two civil servants had demanded that the former King ‘reorder his private life’ afterwards.  Macleod later said ‘It was a bad book. I made a great mistake in writing it. It made me no money and it has done me a lot of harm’.

Macleod became Editor of ‘The Spectator’ and in Jan 1964 published a candid account of the 1963 Tory Party leadership contest, claiming that it was a stitch- up by an Etonian ‘magic circle.’ In his posthumously published book The Art of Memory (April 1982) Rab Butler wrote that ‘every word’ of ‘The Spectator’ article ‘is true’.  Colleagues ‘cut’ Macleod in the Commons after the article and the affair permanently damaged his chances of becoming leader.

Macleod also became a non-executive director of Lombards Bank, which allowed him a chauffeur-driven car.

As Shadow Chancellor in 1967 Iain Macleod helped to found the homeless charity Crisis. Crisis has spent decades not being quite as frank as it could be regarding the numbers of homeless people who were/are kids in care fleeing abuse or the serious neglect shown towards homeless people by the NHS.

Heath appointed Macleod Chancellor in June 1970, but Macleod died the following month. He left behind him an outline budget which included the infamous abolition of free school milk, which became the first significant Ministerial act of the new Education Secretary, Margaret Thatcher. Macleod’s seat was succeeded by Cecil Parkinson.

Macleod coined the term ‘nanny state’.

During his time as Health Minister, Iain Macleod was considered to have consolidated rather than reformed the NHS and defended it against Treasury attacks on its budget.

 

In addition to Macleod’s old tutor Guillebaud, the Committee included J.W. Cook, Professor of Chemistry at Glasgow University; Anne Godwin, Assistant General Secretary of the Clerical and Administrative Workers’ Union; Sir John Maude, past Permanent Secretary of the Ministry of Health and Sir Geoffrey Vickers of the National Coal Board.

The Clerical and Administrative Worker’s Union became the Association of Professional, Executive, Clerical and Computer Staff (APEX) in 1972. APEX was one of the most right wing unions and was at the centre of the Grunwick dispute in the 1970s. APEX advised some immigrant female workers who were being treated appallingly very badly. In the end APEX walked away from them, leaving those workers to be completely shafted. See post ‘A Study In Tyranny’.

Sir Geoffrey Vickers was a soldier, lawyer, administrator and writer. From 1946-48 he was the first Legal Advisor to the NCB. Then Vickers became a member of NCB in charge of manpower, training, education, health and welfare, 1948–55.

Vickers was a member of the Council of the Law Society, 1938-50, a member of the MRC, 1952-60 and Chairman of the Research Committee of the Mental Health Research Fund, 1951-67. During WWII Vickers served as Deputy Director General at the Ministry of Economic Warfare in charge of economic intelligence and as a member of the Joint Intelligence Committee.

For statistical background, the Guillebraud Committee used a memorandum published by Cambridge University Press: ‘The Cost of the National Health Service in England and Wales’ written by one Brian Abel-Smith and Richard Titmuss.

Professor Richard Titmuss was Abel-Smith’s senior colleague at the LSE who was as committed to demonstrating that the NHS was a Good Thing as Abel-Smith was. It’s not that I would have preferred Abel-Smith and Titmuss to have completely opposed the NHS, but they colluded with an enormous degree of deceit by perpetrating the myth that the Poor got a really good deal out of the NHS. They didn’t, the very poorest were getting a very raw deal and the organised abuse of vulnerable people was being facilitated by parts of the NHS from its establishment. The necessity of continuing the lie that the NHS was all about equity and caring for those at the bottom of the heap ensured that the Top Docs and the BMA called all the shots and demanded very high salaries entirely their own terms in tandem with virtually no accountability. Furthermore, the cost of running the NHS was systematically and deliberately underestimated in order to overcome the substantial opposition that there was to it.

No Gov’t has been able to reign the BMA in or indeed reign in the cost of the NHS. Privately, every PM and Health Minister acknowledges that the BMA are an absolute nightmare. Even Tony Blair didn’t satisfy the Top Docs, although he threw money at them and concealed extensive patient harm and death by fiddling statistics and ignoring the gunning down of whistleblowers, even in the case of Mid-Staffs. Only one Health Minister has ever pleased the Top Docs and that was Sir Kenneth Robinson, Health Minister under Harold Wilson. Robinson colluded with the most serious wrongdoing on the part of Top Docs, including the trafficking of vulnerable people and indulged in sleights of hand to give the impression that he was thrashing out fair deals in an uncompromising manner, when in reality he took orders from the Top Docs. See posts ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ and ‘Heart of Darkness’.                   .

 

The Guillebraud Committee’s Report was published in early 1956. As Abel-Smith explains in his HMSO publication, the Report concluded that the early estimates of the cost of the NHS were far too low. The estimates had been ‘made before the levels of pay of those working in the NHS had been settled’. That is a reference to the Top Docs who famously had their mouths stuffed with gold by Nye Bevan. Angels at that time were badly paid and the ancillary staff were near-slaves.

There was also an ‘unforeseen demand’ for spectacles and dentures. Except that it wasn’t unforeseen, it was known that a high proportion of the adult population did not have teeth, it was entirely predictable that there’d be a run on dentures. During the first 12 yrs of the NHS, ‘new’ ‘expensive’ drugs became available, including psychotropics ie. those which Gwynne and Dafydd used to drug their victims senseless. The drugs were ‘expensive’ because of the profits that the drug companies knew that they could make from flogging their wares to the NHS. So measures were introduced to limit prescribing, rather than enter meaningful negotiations with drug companies with a view to making drugs available to the NHS at lower cost.

The Minister for Health under Anthony Eden, Robin Turton, told Parliament that the Government ‘broadly accepted’ the conclusions of Guillebraud’s Report. An editorial in ‘The Times’ said the Report might superficially seem to be ‘a bluebook full of hogwash’ but that in fact the Committee had ‘argued their case with considerable thoroughness.’ The Report might have indeed been hogwash but no-one was going to dare say that, it was the nation’s pride and joy, the NHS at stake…

Like Iain Macleod, Robin Turton was a barrister who came from Yorkshire. Turton was the Tory MP for Thirsk and Malton, 1929-74. Turton was given a peerage in 1974.

 

Abel-Smith tells us that in 1955, the Gov’t embarked upon some major hospital building schemes and that Health Minister Iain Macleod ‘gave priority’ to relieving over-crowding in hospitals for the mentally ill and mentally handicapped. In the year 1956-57, nearly one third of the total capital expenditure of Regional Hospital Boards was devoted to such institutions and by 1960, the capital expenditure was 80% greater in real terms than in 1949. So enormous sums of money were being spent on keeping people locked up in appalling conditions in institutions like the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and Bryn-y-Neuadd. The conditions in these places were no secret, although throughout the 1960s and 70s there were a series of scandals in which it was ‘revealed’ that people were being neglected and abused. Of course people in Gov’t and running the NHS knew what was going on, those institutions consumed nearly a third of the budget, no-one would have waved good-bye to that sort of money with no idea of what was being done with it.

 

In the 1950s there were fears ‘in medical circles’ that Britain was training too many Top Docs, so medical schools reduced their intake. In Feb 1955 a Committee was appointed to estimate the long term demand for Top Docs and it concluded that ‘reduction of student intake by about one tenth’ was needed ‘from as early a date as is practicable’. But whoops, the Committee failed to identify the extent of migration of British trained Top Docs to North America, Australasia and elsewhere, which led to problems with the supply and distribution of GPs and a reliance on immigrant Top Docs.

My how things haven’t changed. One thing that Top Docs forget to mention when the Shortage Of Top Doctors is discussed in the media and the BMA are fuming about Irresponsible Gov’ts allowing this to happen, is that the numbers entering medical schools are controlled by the Top Docs themselves. The different branches of the medical establishment are entirely in control of how many Top Docs are trained in the UK. One reason why the Top Docs are keen to ensure that not too many Top Docs are coming off the conveyor belt is that the Top Docs want to keep their market value. A modest supply of Top Docs means that salaries remain high. It also means that if the Top Docs want to behave like complete turds and throw hissy fits instead of entering into negotiations with Gov’t, it is far easier to do so if there is not a large pool of Top Docs for the Gov’t to draw upon to get the work done if some of their colleagues get arsey.

 

Abel-Smith referred to problems regarding the shortage of accommodation for mentally ill and mentally handicapped being aggravated by persistent under-staffing. He stated that over 5000 additional beds was provided for these patients between 1954 and 1960, but that it made no difference to waiting lists.

This does not add up. Statistics tells us that the population of the long-stay psychiatric institutions reached a peak in 1954 at a time of near mass incarceration and then gradually started declining. ‘New forms’ of treatment were cutting lengths of stay. From the early 1950s certain hospitals greatly reduced restrictions and encouraged ‘new attitudes’ to the care of patients. By 1954, new drugs had made it ‘easier to control and relieve symptoms’. And ‘new non-physical and social ways of treating patients’ were spreading. Increasingly the functions of the hospitals were seen to be treatment and rehabilitation rather than care and control. More patients were treated without admission and it became less common for patients to stay in hospital for long periods. Psychiatric units began to be established to treat the mentally ill in general hospitals near their own homes instead of at large distant specialist hospitals.

I don’t think that any of this was true of north Wales. Patients in Denbigh were locked up, lobotomised, electro-shocked and drugged for decades after it was claimed that the ‘new attitude’ and ‘social treatment’ were changing attitudes to patients.

As for the rest of the UK, even if they weren’t blessed with Gwynne and Dafydd, if 5000 extra beds were made available, if the population of psychiatric institutions was falling, why were waiting lists not decreasing? I am wondering if it was true that the numbers incarcerated in Denbigh and similar places really were falling to the extent that had been claimed.

 

Between 1954 and 1957 a Royal Commission Chaired by Lord Percy re-examined the laws governing patients with mental illness or handicap. It was on the basis of this Commission’s Report that the Mental Health Act 1959 was written. It is always stressed that the 1959 Act led to the vast majority of patients ‘being admitted to whatever hospital was appropriate without any legal formality’. Moreover where compulsory powers had to be used, the decisions to use them was taken by Top Docs and social workers, magistrates no longer being involved in such matters.

Dafydd qualified as a Top Doctor shortly before the Mental Health Act 1959 came into being and he did great damage to numerous people under this Act. Psychiatry was by 1959 well-established as a speciality with which no competent doctor would wish to concern themselves and  by that time it was also most definitely being used to silence bothersome people, including the victims of the crimes of people who’s lives and careers would have been destroyed if their offending had been made public. Social workers – or almoners as they were known back then – had no power and simply did what Top Doctors asked them to do.

Welsh speaking Dafydd along with the Welsh speaking social worker who joined him in the 1960s (see post ‘The Village’) used the Mental Health Act 1959 to wreak havoc in north Wales in the name of helping their fellow countrymen. It wasn’t only the North Wales Hospital Denbigh which was used to conceal organised abuse, the Maudsley was as well, as I expect was nearly every psychiatric hospital in the UK.

It was under the Mental Health Act 1959 that Dafydd illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch in 1979. After the scandal surrounding Mary’s case, the Mental Health Act was updated and the Mental Health Act 1983 was passed. The 1983 Act was written by Professor Robert Bluglass, Dafydd’s mate. The code of practice which accompanied the 1983 Act was written by William Bingley, who for decades both in his capacity as Legal Director of MIND and as Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission, concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the gang, as did William’s mother, Lady Juliet Bingley, in her years of service to MIND (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course…’). Bluglass was appointed to ‘investigate’ my complaint about Dafydd et al illegally imprisoning me by breaching the 1983 Act (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). There was no action taken against anyone. I know of at least one other person who was illegally imprisoned in Ysbyty Gwynedd under a breach of the 1983 Act by Gwynedd social worker Jackie Brandt, who was involved in one of my unlawful detentions. When I was in Bryn Golau Ward, North Wales Hospital Denbigh, as far as I could work out everyone else that I became very friendly with – some five people – were also held illegally. I suspect that had I known the circumstances of the detention of everyone on the ward, I’d have found that they were all there illegally. Every law was flouted and no-one was held to account. ‘Improved’ Mental Health Acts were irrelevant.

So who was Lord Percy, the genius who took the remit for banging people up for decades away from Magistrates – where it was at least publicly visible – and gave it to a totally corrupt medical profession and a bunch of craven social workers, ensuring that abuses of the law were then conducted under the cloak of medical confidentiality, allowing Dafydd et al to break the law in complete secrecy, making it spectacularly easy for an abusive family to dispose of one of their members?

Eustace Sutherland Campbell Percy, 1st Baron Percy of Newcastle was born in 1887. Lord Percy had died by the time the Act which his Commission recommended had been passed. Percy was a diplomat and Conservative politician. He most notably served as President of the Board of Education under Stanley Baldwin, 1924-29.

It is possible that Lord Percy knew the people who occupied senior positions in the education service in north Wales at that time. One of those was the schools inspector, J.E. Daniel, who’s son Huw Daniel is the corrupt judge who was so looking forward to imprisoning me in 2004 on the basis of the perjury of NHS staff (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Dafydd knows Huw Daniel and probably knew J.E. Daniel as well. J.E. Daniel was an early member of Plaid, along with Saunders Lewis, whom Dafydd was mates with when Dafydd was young (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’). J.E. Daniel was a Professor at the Bala Theological College, an institution with which the father of Dafydd Iwan and Alun Ffred Jones was associated. Dafydd Iwan is the former Leader of Gwynedd County Council and folk singer who wrote a ‘tribute song’ to Dafydd. Alun Ffred was the AM for Caernarfon, 2003-07 and for Arfon, 2007-16. Before he was elected as an AM, Alun Ffred, like his brother, was the Leader of Gwynedd County Council. He worked as a school teacher and subsequently a journo with HTV and a TV Director and Producer with S4C. Alun Ffred is a graduate of UCNW.

Like Huw Daniel, Dafydd Iwan and Alun Ffred, Lord Percy was born into a noble family, as opposed to Dafydd who is of peasant stock. Lord Percy was the seventh son of Henry Percy, 7th Duke of Northumberland and Lady Edith, daughter of George Campbell, 8th Duke of Argyll. Henry Percy, Earl Percy and Alan Percy, 8th Duke of Northumberland, were his elder brothers. His uncle, the ninth Duke of Argyll, was married to HRH Princess Louise, daughter of Queen Victoria. He was educated at Eton and Christ Church, Oxford.

My knowledge of the ancestry of the very posh is seriously weak, but I presume that Lord Percy of the Banging Up Of The Inconvenient Witnesses is some sort of descendant of a branch of the family which contains the Earls of Northumberland. The 1st Earl of Northumberland was Henry Percy, father of the famous Harry Hotspur. Henry Percy and Hotspur were given the task of subduing the rebellion of Owain Glyndwr, but their attempts to make peace with the Welsh rebels did not meet with the King’s approval.
Lord Eustace Percy served in the Diplomatic Service, 1911-19. He was MP for Hastings, 1921-37. In March 1923 he was appointed Parliamentary Secretary to the Board of Education by Bonar Law. When Stanley Baldwin became PM in May 1923, Percy became Parliamentary Secretary to the Ministry of Health, where he remained until the fall of the Gov’t in Jan 1924. When the Conservatives returned to power in November 1924, Percy was appointed President of the Board of Education. He remained in post until the Gov’t fell in June 1929. Percy subsequently served as Minister without Portfolio under Baldwin, 1935-36. In 1945, Percy chaired the Committee on Higher Technological Education that resulted in the Percy Report. He was Rector of King’s College, Durham (now Newcastle University), 1937-51, in which role he also alternated in the post of VC of Durham University. In 1953 Eustace Percy was given a peerage.
There was a paedophile/trafficking ring based in the North East of England with direct links to Dafydd’s gang based in north Wales, which like Dafydd’s gang had its origins at least as long ago as the 1950s. The gang in the North East was concealed by the Universities of Durham and Newcastle-upon-Tyne. Gwynne and Dafydd’s umbrella Lord John Walton who was President of the BMA, 1980-82, of the GMC, 1982-89 and of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86, qualified at Durham/Newcastle and spent his entire medical career there (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).
Here’s Walton brimming over with charming bedside manner:
  • Appointment with the Dean - City Church Newcastle
Walton will have qualified and worked as a junior doctor when Eustace Percy was Rector/VC of Durham. The well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland who arrived as Principal of UCNW in 1984 as the paedophiles sent up a distress flare had previously held a senior role at Durham University, where he had spent many years. Eric was originally from west Wales. Where there was a paedophile gang with links to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Eric’s wife was from a family in the North East of England.

 

 

Abel-Smith noted that the 1959 Mental Health Act imposed a statutory duty on local authorities to provide accommodation, training and day centres to care for the mentally ill and mentally handicapped outside hospital. Not only was this so obviously completely ignored in north Wales – such services were only just being developed in 1989 – but Abel-Smith admits in his publication that many local authorities did indeed simply not bother to develop the services as ordered by the Act.

During the second half of the 1950s, relationships between Gov’t and the Top Docs became strained over Top Docs pay. Never mind the scandal of mass incarceration, there’s the Top Docs pay to think about. In early 1956, the Top Docs demanded more dosh – despite Nye Bevan having stuffed their mouths with gold less than 10 years earlier. In July the Gov’t stated that they were not willing to look at the Top Docs’ pay claim. The Gov’t finally conceded to an interim payment and set up a Royal Commission in early 1957 to examine Top Docs and dentists pay. The Royal Commission reported in early 1960 and recommended a considerable increase in remuneration, which was paid retrospectively. A review body reporting direct to the PM was established to advise on Top Docs pay in the future, as recommended by the Royal Commission. The Royal Commission was Chaired by Sir Harry Pilkington.

William Henry Pilkington was a glass manufacturer and former President of the Federation of British Industries. He was Chairman of the Pilkington Committee on Broadcasting that produced the controversial Pilkington Report of 1962. Sir Harry was Chancellor of Loughborough University, 1966-80.

Pilkington was educated at Rugby, followed by Magdalene College, Cambridge. He joined the board of the family business, Pilkington Brothers Ltd in 1934 and served as Chairman, 1949-73. The Pilkington business – later known as Pilkington Glass – was based in St Helen’s and for years was the biggest employer in the town. By the 1970s, Dafydd had built up a substantial empire on Merseyside (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

Canon Chris Pilkington, who was involved with the Bristol Cancer Centre which was at the middle of a research fraud in 1990 (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’), was a member of the Pilkington Glass dynasty and for many years was Rector of the City Parish of St Stephen’s in Bristol. Dafydd’s partner in crime Dr D.G.E. Wood came from a family of Top Doctors in Bristol and had a stronghold in that area.

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.

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. 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!’

William Henry Pilkington was created a life peer in 1968.
The pit of crap is so deep and touches so many people that the Top Docs get their dosh whenever they ask for it.

 

Chapter 3 of Brian Abel-Smith’s book, is entitled ‘Growth and Development – 1960-74’. There is a reference to Enoch Powell’s ‘The Hospital Plan’ of 1962, which Powell produced when he was Health Minister. Abel-Smith does not mention Powell’s VIP visit to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which resulted in Powell being so horrified by what he saw that he told the reception committee ‘I will not allow you to do this to people’, returned to London, made his famous ‘Water Towers’ speech and announced the asylum closure programme. Yet Powell never returned to this subject again and I was told by the archivist responsible for the Powell papers that there are no other references to asylums in his papers apart from the Water Towers speech. Someone ensured that Powell left well alone, but I have no idea who. I’m sure that it will have been because of the role of Dafydd et al in the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Powell’s own name is in circulation as someone who may have been involved in the abuse of youngsters. Powell was known to have difficulties in his relationships with women and as a young man he fell in love with other men, but I have been given no evidence that he was an abuser. But someone definitely told him to leave Dafydd and Gwynne alone.

 

In 1966 the paedophiles’ friend Health Minister Sir Kenneth Robinson published a revised version of Powell’s Hospital Plan. It was a more modest plan, but more costly. No wonder the Top Docs loved Sir Kenneth.

It was while Sir Kenneth was Health Minister that Dafydd was given a job as a consultant at Denbigh.

 

Abel-Smith explained that by 1974, there was a plan for a network of District General hospitals across Wales, which Abel-Smith stated – he was writing in 1978 –  ‘should be largely completed in the 1980s’.

A Royal Commission on medical education was appointed in 1965. It issued an internal memo in 1966 stating the urgent need to increase the number of medical students. The final Report of the Commission appeared in 1968 and following this, Harold Wilson’s Gov’t announced plans to nearly double the number of medical students by 1980. The Royal Commission was set up under Kenneth Robinson and was Chaired by Lord Alexander Todd.

Alexander Robertus Todd was a Nobel winning biochemist. Todd graduated from Glasgow University in 1928 and received his PhD from Johann Wolfgang Goethe University of Frankfurt am Mein in 1931. Todd gained another doctorate in 1933 after studying at Oriel College, Oxford. After that, Todd held posts with the Lister Institute, Edinburgh University and the University of London. He spent six months as a visiting Professor at California Institute of Technology and became the Sir Samuel Hall Chair of Chemistry and Director of the Chemical Laboratories of Manchester University in 1938. In 1944, Todd was appointed to the Chair of Chemistry at Cambridge University, which he held until his retirement in 1971. Todd served as a visiting Professor at the University of Chicago in  1948 and University of Sydney in 1950.

Among much other work, Todd  studied alkaloids found in hashish and as Dafydd would say, mari-jew-ana. He served as Chairman of the Gov’ts advisory committee on scientific policy, 1952-64.

Todd was appointed Chancellor of the University of Strathclyde 1975 and a visiting Professor at Hatfield Poly, 1978–1986. Neil Hamilton, the former Tory MP for Tatton who left his seat after public disgrace as a result of allegations of cash for questions and attended social functions with Sir Peter Morrison – Thatcher’s personal friend who was abusing children in care in north Wales, Cheshire and elsewhere – worked as a lecturer at Hatfield Poly while Todd was a visiting Professor there.

Todd was President of the Royal Society, 1975-80. In 1981, Todd became a founding member of the World Cultural Council. Todd was honoured as a Nieuwland Lecturer at the University of Notre Dame in 1948, an Arthur D. Little Visiting Professor at Massachusetts Institute of Technology in 1954 and a Hitchcock Lecturer at the University of California, Berkeley, in 1957.

In 1937 Lord Todd married Alison Sarah, daughter of Nobel Prize winner Sir Henry Dale, who like Todd served as President of the Royal Society. They had a son, Alexander Henry, and two daughters, Helen Jean and Hilary Alison. Alison predeceased Lord Todd in 1987.

Sir Henry Dale was a pharmacologist and physiologist who, when he was a medical student, was at the centre of an early 20th century vivisection scandal, the Brown Dog Affair. Dale was educated at The Leys School – Trumpers’s husband was Headmaster there years later (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’) and The Leys is so proud of Henry Dale that one of the school’s houses is named after him – and Trinity College, Cambridge. During WWII he served on the Scientific Advisory Panel to the Cabinet. Dale was Chairman of the Wellcome Trust, 1938-60.

In Feb 1903, William Bayliss of the Department of Physiology at UCL performed an illegal vivisection, before an audience of 60 medical students, on a brown terrier dog. Bayliss was an enthusiastic vivisectionist, even by the standards of the time.

The Brown Dog was first used in a vivisection in Dec 1902 by Bayliss’s brother-in-law Ernest Starling, who was Professor of Physiology at UCL. Starling cut open the Brown Dog’s abdomen and ligated the pancreatic duct. For the next two months the Brown Dog lived in a cage, until Starling and Bayliss used him again for two procedures on 2 Feb 1903. Outside the lecture room before the students arrived, Starling cut the Brown Dog open again to inspect the results of the previous surgery, after which he clamped the wound with forceps and handed the dog over to Bayliss. Bayliss cut a new opening in the dog’s neck to expose the lingual nerves of the salivary glands, to which he attached electrodes. The aim was to stimulate the nerves with electricity to demonstrate that salivary pressure was independent of blood pressure. The Brown Dog was then carried to the lecture theatre, stretched on his back on an operating board, with his legs tied to the board, his head clamped and his mouth muzzled.

According to Bayliss, the dog had received morphine, then was anaesthetized during the procedure. Some Swedish feminist students who were anti-vivisectionists had infiltrated the lecture and they disputed that the Brown Dog had been adequately anaesthetized. They said that the dog had appeared conscious during the procedure, had tried to lift himself off the board and that there was no smell of anaesthesia or the usual hissing sound of the apparatus. Other students said the Brown Dog had not struggled, but had merely twitched.

In front of around 60 students, Bayliss stimulated the nerves with electricity for half an hour, but was unable to demonstrate his point. The dog was then handed to Henry Dale, then a research student, who removed the dog’s pancreas, then killed him with a knife through the heart. Dale did not have an animal license and throughout the experimentation upon and the subsequent killing of the Brown Dog, the audience of students had laughed and joked.

Barrister and Secretary of the National Anti-Vivisection Society Stephen Coleridge was given extensive notes which the Swedish students had taken while watching the vivisection of the Brown Dog. Stephen Coleridge was the son of John Duke Coleridge, former Lord Chief Justice of England and great-grandson of the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Stephen Coleridge gave an angry speech about the Brown Dog on 1 May 1903 to the annual meeting of the National Anti-Vivisection Society in Piccadilly, attended by 2,000-3,000 people and accused the scientists of torture. Details of the speech were published the next day by the radical ‘Daily News’. Questions were subsequently raised in the House. Bayliss demanded a public apology and when by 12 May it had failed to materialize he issued a writ for libel. Ernest Starling decided not to sue.  ‘The Lancet’ wrote that ‘it may be contended that Professor Starling … committed a technical infringement of the Act.’ (The law had actually been flouted in a number of ways.) 

The libel trial opened at the Old Bailey on 11 Nov 1903 before Lord Alverstone, the Lord Chief Justice and lasted four days. There were queues 30 yards long outside the courthouse. The British Medical Journal called it ‘a test case of the utmost gravity’. Lord Alverstone advised the jury not to be swayed by arguments about the validity of vivisection. The jury unanimously found that Bayliss had been defamed, to the applause of Top Doctors in the public gallery. Bayliss was awarded £2,000 with £3,000 costs; Coleridge gave him a cheque the next day.

The Daily News asked for donations and raised £5,700 within four months to cover Coleridge’s costs. Bayliss donated his damages to UCL for use in research; Bayliss ignored the Daily Mails suggestion that he call it the ‘Stephen Coleridge Vivisection Fund’. It was suggested in 2004 that the fund may still have been in use then to buy animals. The Times declared itself satisfied with the verdict, although it criticized the rowdy behaviour of medical students during the trial, accusing them of ‘medical hooliganism’. The SunStar and Daily News backed Coleridge, calling the decision a miscarriage of justice. The Brown Dog Affair led to a Gov’t appointed Second Royal Commission on Vivisection in 1906.

After the trial, Anna Louisa Woodward, founder of the World League Against Vivisection, raised money for a public memorial and a bronze statue of the Brown Dog was commissioned. Battersea Council agreed to locate the statue in its Latchmere Recreation Ground. Battersea was considered to be a hotbed of radicalism and was closely associated with anti-vivisection. The statue was unveiled in Sept 1906 in front of a large crowd with speakers which included George Bernard Shaw.

 

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The statue was accompanied by a plaque which was inscribed with the words:

In Memory of the Brown Terrier Dog Done to Death in the Laboratories of University College in February 1903 after having endured Vivisection extending over more than Two Months and having been handed over from one Vivisector to Another Till Death came to his Release. Also in Memory of the 232 dogs Vivisected at the same place during the year 1902. Men and Women of England how long shall these Things be?

Medical students in London’s teaching hospitals were enraged by the inscription and UCL sought advice as to whether they could take legal action over it. Meanwhile, London medical students rioted. On 20 Nov 1907 a group of students attacked the statue with a crowbar and sledgehammer. Ten of them were arrested by just two police officers. A local Top Doctor told the South Western Star that this signalled the ‘utter degeneration’ of junior doctors: ‘I can remember the time when it was more than 10 policemen could do to take one student. The Anglo-Saxon race is played out.’ They just weren’t making junior medics like they used to.

Several students were fined ₤5 by the magistrate, Paul Taylor. This triggered another protest two days later, when 1,000 medical students from UCL, King’s, Guy’s and the West Middlesex hospitals marched along the Strand, waving miniature brown dogs on sticks and a life-sized effigy of the magistrate, and singing, ‘Let’s hang Paul Taylor on a sour apple tree / As we go marching on’. The Times reported that they tried to burn the effigy but, unable to light it, threw it in the Thames instead. Women’s suffrage meetings were invaded, though the students knew that not all suffragettes were anti-vivisectionists. A meeting organized by Millicent Fawcett on 5 Dec 1907 was left with chairs and tables smashed and one steward with a torn ear. The Daily Express reported it as ‘Medical Students Gallant Fight with Women.’

Here’s a feminist with a sense of history who gives the Top Doctors her unstinting support under all circumstances:

 

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The rioting reached its height five days later, on 10 Dec, when 100 medical students tried to pull the memorial down. The protest had been organized to coincide with the annual Oxford-Cambridge rugby match at Queen’s Club, West Kensington. The protesters hoped (in vain, as it turned out) that some of the thousands of Oxbridge students would swell their numbers. The intention was that, after toppling the statue and throwing it in the Thames, 2,000–3,000 students would meet at 11:30 pm in Trafalgar Square. Street vendors sold handkerchiefs stamped with the date of the protest and the words, ‘Brown Dog’s inscription is a lie, and the statuette an insult to the London University.’

In the afternoon protesters headed for the statue, but were driven off by locals. The students proceeded down Battersea Park Road instead, intending to attack the Anti-Vivisection Hospital, but were again forced back. When one student fell from the top of a tram the workers shouted that it was ‘the brown dog’s revenge’ and refused to take him to hospital. A second group of students headed for central London, waving effigies of the brown dog, joined by a police escort and, briefly, a busker with bagpipes. As the marchers reached Trafalgar Square, they were 1,000 strong, facing 400 police officers, 15 of them on horseback. The students gathered around Nelson’s Column, where the ringleaders climbed onto its base to make speeches.

While students fought with police on the ground, mounted police charged the crowd, scattering them into smaller groups and arresting the stragglers, including one Cambridge undergraduate, who was arrested for ‘barking like a dog’. The fighting continued for hours before the police gained control. At Bow Street magistrate’s court the next day, ten students were bound over to keep the peace; several were fined 40 shillings, or £3 if they had fought with police.

‘As we go walking after dark,
We turn our steps to Latchmere Park,
And there we see, to our surprise,
A little brown dog that stands and lies.
Ha, ha, ha! Hee, hee, hee!
Little brown dog how we hate thee.’

Sung by rioters to the tune of ‘Little Brown Jug’

Rioting broke out elsewhere over the following days and months, as medical and veterinary students united. When Lizzy Lind af Hageby arranged a meeting of the Ealing and Acton Anti-Vivisection Society at Acton Central Hall on 11 Dec 1906, over 100 students disrupted it, throwing chairs and stink bombs when she tried to speak. The Daily Chronicle reported: ‘The rest of Miss Lind-af-Hageby’s indignation was lost in a beautiful ‘eggy’ atmosphere that was now rolling heavily across the hall’. Furniture was smashed and clothing torn. The riots saw trade unionists, socialists, Marxists, liberals and suffragettes descend upon Battersea to fight the medical students, even though the suffragettes were not a group toward whom male workers felt any warmth. The ‘Brown Terrier Dog Done to Death’ by the male scientific establishment united them all.

According to Coral Lansbury, the fight for women’s suffrage became closely linked with the anti-vivisection movement. Lansbury argues that the Brown Dog Affair became a matter of opposing symbols, the iconography of vivisection striking a chord with women. The vivisected dog on the operating board blurred into images of suffragettes force-fed in Brixton Prison, or women strapped down for childbirth or forced to have their ovaries and uteruses removed as a cure for ‘mania’.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

However, life is not simply a matter of Two Ovaries Good, Two Testicles Bad. Here’s Dafydd’s accomplice sporting what Brown described as ‘an ill-advised wig’:

 

Lucille Hughes

 

Miss Hughes joined Caernarfonshire County Council as a Social Worker in the Children’s Department in September 1958. She was Children’s Officer in Anglesey from 1966-1969, returning to Caernarfonshire as Children’s Officer until 1974 when she was appointed Principal Assistant Director in the new Social Services Department following Local Government Reorganisation. Miss Hughes subsequently held the posts of Deputy Director and Director of Social Services. Miss Hughes was a member of the Citizens Advice Bureau for 20 years, and nowadays she is a National Trust steward at Penrhyn Castle and also works for her church. She enjoys attending music concerts, and is also an art lover. She has been a member of Bangor & District Soroptimists for over 40 years. Within CAIS, Miss Hughes is particularly committed to supporting training and high standards of professional service. She is also especially interested in CAIS’s approach to its service users, and proud that respect, collaboration and partnership have become CAIS values and that the Board, management, staff and service users are working on these together. Miss Hughes facilitated a vicious paedophile gang for decades.

 

Coral Lansbury wrote that the medical students saw themselves and their teachers as the ‘New Priesthood’ and the women and trade unionists as representatives of superstition and sentimentality.

Sir Henry Dale:

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Questions were asked in the Commons about the cost of policing the statue, which required six constables a day. London’s Police Commissioner wrote to Battersea Council to ask that they contribute to it. Councillor John Archer later Mayor of Battersea and the first black mayor in London, told the Daily Mail that Battersea was already paying £22,000 a year in police rates. The Canine Defence League wondered whether, if Battersea were to organize raids on laboratories, the laboratories would be asked to pay the policing costs themselves. Suggestions were made through the letters pages of the Times and elsewhere that the statue be moved, perhaps to the grounds of the Anti-Vivisection Hospital. The British Medical Journal wrote in March 1910: ‘May we suggest that the most appropriate resting place for the rejected work of art is the Home for Lost Dogs at Battersea, where it could be “done to death”, as the inscription says, with a hammer in the presence of Miss Woodword, the Rev. Lionel S. Lewis, and other friends; if their feelings were too much for them, doubtless an anaesthetic could be administered’.

Here’s Hippocrates, the Father Of Medicine:

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Top Doctors of Gwynne and Dafydd’s vintage swore the Hippocratic Oath, although tradition was later broken after abortion became legal. When Brown’s brother was about 17, he observed that Gwynne was more Hypocritic Oaf than Hippocratic Oath. Someone tried to murder Brown’s brother just a few years later.
A number of medical conditions bore Hippocrates’ name. Risus sardonicus, a sustained spasming of the face muscles, is known as the Hippocratic Smile. The most severe form of hair loss and baldness is called the Hippocratic form. 
The Hippocrates Prize for Poetry and Medicine was founded in 2009. The founders ‘wished to draw together national and international perspectives on three major historical and contemporary themes uniting the disciplines of poetry and medicine: medicine as inspiration for the writings of poets; effects of poetic creativity on the experience of illness by patients, their families, friends, and carers; and poetry as therapy’. How about this for an entry:
‘As we go walking after dark,
We turn our steps to Latchmere Park,
And there we see, to our surprise,
A little brown dog that stands and lies.
Ha, ha, ha! Hee, hee, hee!
Little brown dog how we hate thee.’

Battersea Council grew tired of the controversy over the statue and a new Conservative Council was elected in Nov 1909 amid talk of removing the Brown Dog. There were protests in support of it and the 500-strong Brown Dog memorial defence committee was established. Twenty thousand people signed a petition, and 1,500 attended a rally in Feb 1910. There were more demonstrations in central London and speeches in Hyde Park, with supporters wearing masks of dogs.

The protests were to no avail. The statue was quietly removed before dawn on 10 March 1910 by four council workmen, accompanied by 120 police officers. Nine days later, 3,000 anti-vivisectionists gathered in Trafalgar Square to demand its return, but it was clear by then that Battersea Council had turned its back on the affair. The statue was at first hidden in the borough surveyor’s bicycle shed, according to a letter his daughter wrote in 1956 to the British Medical Journalthen reportedly destroyed by a council blacksmith, who melted it down. Anti-vivisectionists filed a High Court petition demanding its return, but the case was dismissed in Jan 1911.

On 12 Dec 1985, a new memorial to the Brown Dog was unveiled by actress Geraldine James in Battersea Park. Created by sculptor Nicola Hicks and commissioned by the National Anti-Vivisection Society and the British Union for the Abolition of Vivisection, the new dog is mounted on a 5-foot-high Portland stone plinth and based on Hicks’s own terrier, Brock. 

Echoing the fate of the previous memorial, the new dog was moved into storage in 1992 by Battersea Park’s owners, the Conservative Borough of Wandsworth, they said as part of a park renovation scheme. Anti-vivisectionists campaigned for its return, suspicious of the explanation. It was reinstated in the park’s Woodland Walk in 1994, near the Old English Garden, a more secluded spot than before.

In 1992 social workers employed by Wandsworth Borough Council were facilitating a paedophile gang in south London with links to Dafydd and Lucille’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). The south London gang, as well as Dafydd’s gang, was also being concealed by Top Docs at St George’s Hospital Medical School, just down the road from Wandsworth and some of those concealing organised abuse lived in Wandsworth. As did Michael Mansfield QC, who was studiously ignoring the activities of those gangs. One member of staff at St George’s who was colluding with the gangs in 1992 was Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, some of who’s colleagues were conducting animal experiments but denying what they were doing. Chamberlain himself, in the mid-1960s, experimented upon a living foetus of 7 months gestation which he had aborted. When Chamberlain finished the experiment, he killed the foetus. For further details, see post ‘Now Then…’. When I worked for Chamberlain in 1991, there was a preserved fully formed but very small foetus sitting in a jar in a shelf in one of the labs. Minding its own business but very casual like. I suspect that it shouldn’t have been there because when I asked a benign question about that foetus I got my head bitten off.

Here’s one of Chamberlain’s personal friends who when she was on Desert Island Discs spoke of her heartbreak at losing a premature baby:

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Abel-Smith explained that teaching hospitals were prioritised in the hospital building programme and he mentions that in 1971 the flagship first purpose built completely integrated teaching hospital and medical school in Britain was built at Cardiff. That is of course the University Hospital at Cardiff, known to locals as the Heath. The child molester George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy seems to have had a very chummy relationship with the Heath and the bungalow in which he lived was on its doorstep. The Heath was choc full of all those Top Doctors who were concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang, as well as the crimes of one George Thomas and others in south Wales. George Thomas really loved medical charities and one big medical charity in Cardiff bore his name until the stream of revelations regarding his sex offending became so embarrassing that the charity changed its name.

Previous blog posts have discussed the experiences of a school friend of mine who was a medical student in Cardiff during the 1980s and found out that there were big problems at the Heath then. Cardiff medical students knew about malpractice and the dreadful conduct of certain people but felt unable to challenge it. The students also knew about even bigger problems in the NHS in north Wales, Cardiff students all dreaded being sent on placement to north Wales. The problems didn’t go away and over the last few years the medical school in Cardiff has seen its reputation plummet, which is what happens when serious misconduct is ignored.

 

Abel-Smith explained that the hospital building programme was implemented by Regional Hospital Boards and by the Boards of Governors of teaching hospitals. Regional architects and engineers planned some hospitals but usually private architects were commissioned to work with them. According to Abel-Smith, so little hospital building had been done over previous 20 yrs that British architects and engineers lacked experience, so a visit was arranged to the US to study recent developments. The Dept of Health produced guidelines on design and also launched a major research and development programme in hospital planning.

I’m a bit surprised by this. Surely it would have not been beyond the wit of architects and engineers to sit down and have a good think about what would be needed to build a hospital? However the fuckwittery to which Abel-Smith referred might explain the constant problems that were discovered after Ysbyty Glan Clwyd and Ysbyty Gwynedd were built in the 1980s. I remember being told that the same person designed both hospitals and there were serious design faults. Some of the faults were only discovered after the hospitals were in operation when bits of them started falling apart, but there were some real howlers as well, such as the mortuary being sited in a totally inappropriate part of the building, I think it was next to the kitchens or something equally crazy. In the 1980s Welsh TV news regularly featured items regarding yet another bit of one of those two hospitals which was having to be rebuilt or redesigned. Knowing the way in which the NHS in north Wales conducts business I presume that the contracts for building those hospitals would have gone to the mate of a Top Doc or senior manager who will have been clueless and out of their depth.

Abel-Smith explains that ‘Wales was advantaged’ in the distribution of the dosh for the hospital building programme and that larger shares of dosh were given to the authorities whose needs seemed to be greatest need. It is obvious that in Wales this could not have happened. Facilities in rural Wales were still lacking even after the new hospitals were built. There was however the one massive, flagship envy-of-the-UK institution in Wales – the University Hospital in Cardiff, which must have taken up the greater part of the hospital building programme budget allocated to Wales. The University Hospital which employed all the big wigs who were concealing all the crap, who also had a very cosy relationship with George Thomas.

George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales, 1968-70. Responsibility for Health in Wales was assumed by the Welsh Office in 1969. Before George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales, he was a Minister in the Welsh Office, under Cledwyn Hughes aka Lord Cledwyn. Lord Cledwyn was the Labour MP for Anglesey and was considered so influential in the Labour Party in Wales that when the Windbag was a whippersnapper, Glenys’s parents, who were mates of Lord Cledwyn, made a point of ensuring that the Windbag got to know him because that would be the route to success for the Windbag. So Cledwyn Hughes and George Thomas were in the Welsh Office when decisions were being made regarding which hospitals would be built in Wales and where.

Does the Windbag know if that ridiculous bungalow in which George Thomas and his mother lived which was on the doorstep of the Health was funded by the NHS as well? After all, it was George Thomas who did that dodgy deal with a firm of builders which resulted in them bagging the lucrative contract to build an estate of houses in Cardiff…

 

Brian Abel-Smith noted that although more psychiatric units were developed in the general hospitals, ‘the adequacy and suitability’ ‘varied considerably’. Indeed the ones in north Wales were completely inadequate, so more were built, which were also inadequate. Although the biggest problem, as I always stress, was not the buildings it was the staff.

Abel-Smith fessed up that it was difficult to attract staff to work in the mental handicap hospitals because they were old and isolated. The staff were often also abusing the patients, which is never a magnet for people who want to do a good job. Of course in Bryn-y-Neuadd in Llanfairfechan, although that too was an old isolated hospital, those two forward thinkers Ann and Michael Craft rocked up there to carry out ‘research’ into the sexual histories of the patients, ‘research’ with which Dafydd was involved. Being a pioneer of Empowerment, Ann also supported patients to explore their sexuality and supported them in their choice to conduct sexual relationships (see post ‘The Old Devils’). Those patients were given absolutely no choice over any other area of their lives, but they were given choice regarding with whom they had sex. Although as many of the Bryn-y-Neuadd patients had difficulties communicating, it would have been not been easy for a layperson to know if the patient was desperate to have sex with them, but with Ann Craft there to support them, I’m sure that communication difficulties would have presented no problems.

Dafyd and Lucille’s friend, Trustee and Vice-Chair of CAIS, Cledwyn Williams,  spent many happy years running the mental handicap service in north Wales:

 

Cledwyn Williams

 

From 1983 to 1996 Cledwyn was Assistant Director of Social Services, responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. He was responsible for developing services for people with learning disabilities for the education, health & social services group. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.

 

In the late 1960s, there were so many scandals involving neglect and abuse in long stay hospitals that Secretary of State for the DHSS Richard Crossman initiated a re-examination of the standards of care in hospitals for the mentally ill and mentally handicapped. Among the many scandals and Committees of Inquiry, there were none involving Denbigh, although it was admitted after the Ely Hospital Scandal that conditions at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were worse. The Ely Scandal remains one of the most shocking scandals that there has been in the UK. George Thomas described the ‘nursing’ at Ely as ‘old-fashioned’. Patients were kicked, beaten and doused with cold water.

Dick Crossman was Secretary of State for Health and Social Services, 1968 to 1970, after which he became Editor of the New Statesman. Crossman was an Oxford graduate who during WWII served in the Special Operations Executive making anti-Nazi propaganda material. Such experience would have been put to good use at the DHSS, dealing with those old fashioned Angels.

In 1969 Crossman established the Hospital Advisory Service, which employed teams to visit long stay hospitals and give advice locally regarding improving patient care. The Director of the HAS also reported to the Secretary of State regarding conditions in particular hospitals. Crossman knew what was happening in north Wales.

In 1957 Crossman joined Nye Bevan and Morgan Phillips in a controversial lawsuit for libel against ‘The Spectator’. Crossman and co won the case and bagged damages. Years later, Crossman’s posthumously published diaries revealed that the allegations made by ‘The Spectator’ had indeed been true and Crossman, Bevan and Phillips had perjured themselves. Strong Woman Gwyneth Dunwoody, Labour MP for Exeter, 1966-70 and Crewe and Nantwich, 1974-2008, attempted to pass legislation that would have concealed the truth regarding the perjury of Crossman et al. Gwyneth Dunwoody was the daughter of Morgan Phillips. Gwyneth’s husband John Dunwoody was a Top Doctor and Labour MP for Falmouth and Cambourne. John Dunwoody was a junior Minister in the DHSS under Dick Crossman. The Labour Party had their eye on John Dunwoody as a future Secretary of State for the DHSS and he was talked up in much the same way that Dr Death always was, but it all went pear shaped and Dunwoody left politics and returned to being a Top Doctor running huge swathes of London’s NHS. The Dunwoodys had a truly dreadful daughter, Tamsin, who rocked up as an AM in Wales until things finally fell apart for her as well. The Dunwoody clan were all involved in concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. See previous posts for further details regarding the sordid activities of the Dunwoodys.

 

In 1971 a White Paper was published regarding better services for the  mentally handicapped. A 20 yr plan was envisaged, with greatly increased local authority residential places and day centre places. This led to the nearly halving of the numbers of long stay patients in mental handicap hospitals and a major extension in community care facilities. Although not in Wales. Those who were exploring their sexuality in Bryn-y-Neuadd did not even begin to be resettled in community care facilities until the late 1980/early 1990s.

When the resettlement began, many found themselves living in homes provided by a company called Cartrefi Cymru. I knew someone who worked as a support worker for Cartrefi Cymru and she maintained that it was complete chaos. Turnover of staff was incredibly high because of the terrible pay and inadequate facilities and there was completely inadequate support for ‘clients’. One male resident developed mental health problems as a result of spending months living in a house with a female client who was highly sexually aggressive of whom he was terrified. I expect that she’d been taught to explore her sexual needs by Ann and Michael Craft. My friend made repeated representation to the managers of Cartrefi Cymru about the problems but was simply told ‘it has to work, they’re in the community now’. The male resident eventually had a breakdown. Dafydd’s colleague Tony Francis refused to treat him on the grounds that he was mentally handicapped and Francis Didn’t Do Them.

My friend’s observations to her senior colleagues that no-one else would be expected to share a house with a sexually aggressive person of whom they were petrified and that people with learning disabilities should not be refused NHS care for mental health problems were ignored.

One of the Directors of Cartrefi Cymru is Dr Peter Higson, a former clinical psychologist in, and the former manager of, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Higson’s sister Dr Ruth Hussey is a Role Model For Wimmin, being a Top Doctor who is the former Chief Medical Officer for Wales. Here’s Ruth, picking up her honorary fellowship from Bangor University:

Dr Ruth Hussey

 

Here’s her brother, who when Ruth was honoured by Bangor University, was sitting on the governing body of Bangor University:

16 Peter Higson

Dr Peter Higson grew up in the Conwy Valley.  Peter studied psychology at Bangor University and then went on to complete a PhD. Peter started working in the NHS in 1977 at the former North Wales Psychiatric Hospital in Denbigh first as a research psychologist and then a clinical psychologist. In the mid 1980s Peter changed career direction into health service management. In 1993 Peter became a Director of the former Clwydian Community Care NHS Trust until moving in 1998 to become a Director of the former North Wales Health Authority. In 2002 Peter secured a secondment to ELWa and was its interim Chief Executive in 2003-4. Peter was then appointed as the first Chief Executive of Healthcare Inspectorate Wales in 2004 and remained in this post until he retired at the end of 2012. Peter was appointed as Chair of Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board in October 2013.
Peter Higson has been embroiled in scandal in every post which he has held, but it certainly hasn’t held him back. If any readers know who his parents were, please do let me know. Like Huw Daniel, Dafydd Iwan and Alun Ffred, I expect that Peter and Ruth are of Noble Birth. However I suspect that Peter’s career from the early 1980s onward owes much to his knowing where the bodies are buried at Denbigh. Literally.

 

 

Abel-Smith observed that although local authorities had been given community care duties from 1959, by 1974, only half the places needed for training and occupation for mentally handicapped adults were provided and only about one third of the places needed for residential facilities. Some local authorities had made no provision at all. I wonder which LAs that might have been?

Abel-Smith explained that ‘provision for the mentally ill was still more deficient’. In 1974, only approximately one sixth of the day centre places and one third of the residential care facilities estimated to be needed were available and ‘community social work and other community services were seriously under-developed’.

How did it all happen, what with the plans being announced in 1959?

I’m glad to say that those at the heart of Gov’t may have been a little slow in providing accommodation and other basics for vulnerable people but there was one need which was prioritised. In 1966, the paedophiles’ friend Kenneth Robinson asked LAs to provide family planning services on medical grounds free of charge and from 1967, LAs were given the power to provide family planning services free of charge ‘for those who needed them’ for non-medical as well as medical reasons. The only people I know who ever availed themselves of the infamous NHS free condoms (which I was told were grossly inferior to the ones which are purchased over the counter from Boots) were various people having a massively hard time, who were in the clutches of the Top Docs and social workers after having grown up in care, become pregnant when they were still at school etc. Advice, or rather direct orders regarding ‘family planning’, rains down upon the head of these folk like there is no tomorrow, as do instructions to get themselves sterilised. It is all accompanied by ‘it’s for their own good or they’ll get pregnant’.

Unplanned pregnancies, particularly among people who would have trouble looking after the resultant babies, do of course lead to difficulties. However I have watched what has been going on for nearly 40 years now and the story in Somerset and north Wales was the same. Vulnerable people who were being sexually used, often by those caring for them, were in some cases being actively prepared for sex and in other cases were being kitted out to ensure that those sexually exploiting them did not have to face the consequences of making them pregnant. One group of NHS workers who know damn well when people are being sexually abused are those dishing out the contraceptives, performing the abortions and treating the STIs. It was one such Angel who blew the whistle on one of the big trafficking rings in the north of England. No-one else has. Everyone involved in ‘family planning’ in north Wales knew that kids in care and residents of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and Bryn-y-Neuadd were becoming pregnant. Yes those people do have consenting relationships with each other, but the rate at which they were becoming pregnant (or infected) was such that it was not the result of mutually consenting relationships. Furthermore Top Doctors and Angels were being told by the children/patients what had happened. No-one said a word.

People like Kenneth Robinson knew exactly who were in receipt of ‘family planning for non-medical reasons’ and it wasn’t usually women in happy relationships who were just waiting for a while before they started a family.

 

As a result of the 1966 Salmon Report, Chief Nursing Officers were appointed who were responsible for nursing services in each group of hospitals. Parallel to this were the Directors of Nursing Services who were responsible to the local authority. People who occupied these positions knew precisely how patients in north Wales were being abused and mistreated. Some people with these job titles were still in place in the 1980s and their names appear on my documents. They were the Angels at the top of the tree who were attending meetings about the problem that was me while failing to respond to my letters which detailed serious criminal activity on the part of their colleagues.

Here’s some pigs in blankets, there’s a lot of them:

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Brian Abel-Smith notes that although Angels were still badly paid, between 1948 and 1974 the pay for a consultant Top Doc at the top of the pay scale had multiplied by more than four times.

 

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Professor Abel-Smith noted that the League of Hospital Friends had rapidly expanded by 1974 and were involved with ‘supporting’ long stay patients. The League of Friends in north Wales were always busy and because they had direct contact with the patients they could hardly have not noticed the state that some of them were in or the conditions in Denbigh. The League of Friends were usually elderly insiders, often retired Angels or the wives of the Top Doctors and administrators.

 

Chapter 4 of Abel-Smith’s book is concerned with the reorganisation of NHS. In 1962 a ‘non-Governmental Committee’ established by Top Doctors and Chaired by Top Doctor Sir Arthur Porritt produced recommendations with regard to the reorganisation of the NHS.

Col Arthur Porritt was born in New Zealand, the son of a Top Doctor. Porritt himself studied medicine at Magdalen College, Oxford. Porritt represented New Zealand at the 1924 Summer Olympics in Paris. It was this race against Harold Abrahams that was later immortalised in the film ‘Chariots Of Fire’. Porritt was New Zealand’s team manager at the 1934 British Empire Games in London and 1936 Summer Olympics in Berlin. Porritt was the New Zealand member of the International Olympic Committee, 1934-67 and he was the first President of the IOC Medical Commission, serving from 1961-67. So Arthur Porritt had something to do with the laughable and discredited ‘sex tests’ which were supposedly designed to ensure that female athletes were actually female, on the grounds that the gender of some of those Russian shot putters was open to question. Women athletes themselves maintained that the ‘sex tests’ were no more than a grope fest.

Porritt served as Chairman of the British Empire and Commonwealth Games Federation from the 1950 Auckland games to the 1966 Kingston games.

Porritt became a house surgeon at St Mary’s Hospital Paddington and later that year was appointed surgeon to the Prince of Wales, the future King Edward VIII.

I think I understand why the Top Docs ensured that Porritt Chaired their ‘non-Governmental Committee’ to advise on the reorganisation of the NHS.

During WWII Porritt served with the Royal Army Medical Corps and was involved in the D Day landings. He ended his military career in September 1956, with the honorary rank of Colonel in the TA. Porritt was King’s Surgeon to George VI, 1946-52, and was Serjeant Surgeon to Lilibet until 1967. 

In 1955 Porritt was asked by the suspected serial killer Top Doc John Bodkin Adams to operate on his patient Jack Hullett for colon cancer. The death of Hullett under Adams’ supervision a few months later followed soon after by the death of his wife, led to Adams being put on trial for Bobby’s murder in 1957. He was acquitted but is suspected in up to 163 deaths. Harriet Harman’s dad Dr John Harman gave evidence for the defence at Adams’s trial. See previous posts for details of the Bodkin Adams case.

Porritt  became President in 1960 of both the BMA and the Royal College of Surgeons of England and retained the presidency of the RCS until 1963. In 1966 he was elected President for two years of the Royal Society of Medicine, but served only one year before leaving for New Zealand.

In 1967 Porritt returned to New Zealand to be appointed by the Queen on the advice of PM Keith Holyoake as the 11th Governor-General of New Zealand.

 Prior to the 1969 General Election Porritt argued in a speech to the Southern Cross Medical Care Society that the welfare state was ‘uneconomic’. Porritt’s wife created controversy, when she replied to a question on equal pay for women by stating ‘Perhaps when New Zealand, like India and Israel, produces a woman prime minister it will be time to call a halt to the emancipation movement’.

 

These feminists are only Women’s Libbers because they’re too fat and ugly to get a man.

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At his last Waitangi Day speech in 1972, Arthur Porritt caused yet more offence by stating that: ‘Maori-Pakeha relationships are being dealt with adequately through the biological process of intermarriage’.

I’m not going to comment.

At the end of his term as Governor-General of New Zealand in Sept 1972 England got Porritt back again.

Sir Arthur was an enthusiastic Freemason. He was initiated in Oxford University’s Apollo University Lodge No 357 on 13 June 1925 and later joined other English Constitution lodges, including Sancta Maria Lodge No. 2682 (a Top Doctors’ lodge), Prince of Wales’s Lodge No. 259 (a so-called ‘red apron’ lodge as it nominates one of the 19 Grand Stewards each year, who wear red aprons), and Royal Alpha Lodge No. 16 (membership of which is at the personal invitation of the Grand Master).

During his term as Governor-General (1968–1971), Porritt served as Grand Master of the Grand Lodge of New Zealand.

Sir Ronnie Waterhouse emphasised that he found not a scrap of evidence to suggest that Freemasonry had played any part at all in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. But then Ronnie missed the biggest parts of the whole scandal, so it was hardly surprising that he didn’t notice the involvement of a great many Masons, even the Masons with whom he was personally friendly.

Lord Porritt  – as Sir Arthur became – was the father of Jonathan Porritt, the environmental activist who caused confusion among some other activists because he was rather posher than the rest of them.

 

Jonathan Porritt was educated at Eton and Magdalen College, Oxford. He trained as a barrister but instead worked as a teacher at St Clement Davies Grammar School in Shepherd’s Bush, 1974-84. In the late 1970s/early 80s, Porritt was involved with the Ecology Party (now known as the Green Party). Porritt Chaired the Ecology Party, 1979-80 and 1982-84. Porritt was Director of Friends of the Earth, 1984-90. Friends of the Earth in those days was based at 9 Poland Street, London, along with a number of organisations with varying reputations, including one with links to organisations campaigning for paedophiles’ rights. The charity Release was also based at 9 Poland Street.

Release offered help to people arrested and/or imprisoned for/on drugs offences. I know someone who was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd et al for more than a year in the mid-1980s after the police planted class A drugs on him and his wife. This man had been violently assaulted by the North Wales Police when he objected to a Sergeant joining him in the loo. Before being transferred to Denbigh, he’d spent weeks in the ‘hospital wing’ of Risley Remand Centre, where he heard the screams of other inmates as they were beaten up by the screws. When in Denbigh, he rang Release and was most impressed when a man from Release came to visit him in Denbigh, all the way from London. The man explained that there was nothing that Release could do to help.

The man from Release knew of the circumstances of the Denbigh patient’s arrest and imprisonment and he will have known how illegal it all was. He also will have noticed the conditions at Denbigh and probably realised that he was visiting someone who had been a witness to very serious crime. The man from Release returned to London and was never heard of again.

In the 1992 General Election, Jonathan Porritt backed Cynog Dafis, who stood in Ceredigion as the joint Plaid/Green Party candidate. Many people alleged that Dafis was involved with a very dirty deal but no-one would actually clarify what the deal was. The deal did however lead to an overwhelming victory for Cynog Dafis, who defeated Geraint Howells, the Lib Dem who had held the seat since 1974. Lord Geraint had been one of those who had supported Mary Wynch, before everyone was terrorised into pretending that they’d never heard of her.

In 1992 the North Wales Police investigation into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring operating in north Wales/Cheshire was underway.

In 1994, the Green Party Regional Council suspended Porritt for supporting Dafis and demanded that Dafis should stop identifying himself as a Green.

Porritt Chaired the New Labour Gov’ts Sustainable Development Committee (SDC) which was set up by Blair, between 2000 and 2009. Porritt was also involved with the UN with regard to environmental matters.

Between 1996 and 2009 Porritt withdrew from active involvement in party politics. In 2009 he entered the arena again, reaffirming his support for the Green Party and explaining that he had never stopped supporting them.

Porritt was a Trustee of the World Wildlife Fund, 1991-05 and was on the Advisory Board of BBC Wildlife Magazine. In 2005 he was appointed a non-executive Director of Wessex Water  and in 2008 he became a non-executive Director of the Willmott Dixon Group. Porritt is also on the Sustainable Retail Advisory Board for Marks & Spencer. M&S have links with the Royal College of Psychiatrists and for some unfathomable reason it was M&S who years ago stumped up an enormous loan on favourable conditions for the Royal College to move themselves into a palatial building in Belgravia, when the Royal College was nearly bankrupt.

Porritt is a Patron of Population Matters and has expressed his belief that families should have no more than two children. He has praised the one child per family policy that caused such havoc in China. Porritt is not daft, he must know that the Chinese Gov’t enforced that policy so robustly that pregnant women were abducted from their homes, given abortions against their will and foetuses of 8 months gestation were chucked into buckets and left to die. Then there were the numerous dead bodies of babies which turned up in waterways etc in China.

Jonathan, would you happen to know how Chinese baby girls became available for adoption on Anglesey at the turn of the millennium? The adoption officer for Anglesey, a lady called Jean, was most helpful if someone wanted a Chinese baby, it didn’t matter what age they were or whether they were married or single. The only criteria was that they had to have a lot of spare cash because those Chinese babies did not come cheap.

In 2012 Porritt became Chancellor of Keele University.

Porritt seems to be based in the West Country, he’s certainly very busy down there.

Jonathan Porritt is of course the environmental adviser to Carlo.

Back in the 1980s, Porritt did wonders for the image of Friends of the Earth. They had previously been characterised as a bunch of old hippies, but after Jonathan arrived as Director, FoE began receiving much good PR in right-leaning publications, which stressed that Jonathan had been to Eton and Oxford so couldn’t be all bad.

Porritt did ruffle feathers by maintaining that people should be happy with lower incomes and less consumer goodies. I never had a problem with this, but one of my friends who is involved with environmental activism himself explained that what was pissing people off was that Porritt is a very rich man, so he didn’t need a high income. I had no idea that Porritt’s dad was a Top Doc and umbrella par excellence for Dafydd et al…

 

With regard to the lack of development for community care, Abel-Smith explained in his publication that Regional Boards and Hospital Management Committees ‘could do no more than try to persuade local authorities to give these services greater priority’. Couldn’t Jonathan Porritt’s dad have put a boot up their butts? He doesn’t seem to have minced his words with regard to other matters.

In north Wales, the people running the local authorities who were failing to develop community services will have been either exactly the same people or the family and friends of those people who were sitting on NHS Regional Boards and Hospital Management Committees. Despite all the hot air, even in the 1990s, it was patently obvious that those who called the shots in north Wales did not want to see the North Wales Hospital Denbigh closed. A lot of people articulated this quite openly. Other people held the ‘but the patients will never cope, there are no community services’ conversations. Which was true, but there had been a deliberate refusal on the part of everyone to develop even the most rudimentary of those services. It was the usual story. ‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends, we say what’s going to happen and we run these ‘services’ for ourselves.’

In north Wales, the senior managers of the mental health services were still referring to the ‘new ideas’ and ‘new attitude’ to psychiatric patients in the late 1980s, although the ‘new ideas’ were actually new in the late 1950s. I had a conversation with Alun Davies in 1989 during which he made derogatory comments about the ‘new ideas’. That lot were clueless, totally clueless.

 

Following Porritt’s dad’s Report, concerns about standards in the long stay hospitals grew…

In 1965, the Seebohm Commitee was established on the watch of the Health Minister the paedophiles’ friend Kenneth Robinson. The Seebohm Committee reported on personal social services. The Committee sat from 1965 to 1968 and was Chaired by Frederic Seebohm. The Committee was appointed on 20 Dec 1965 to review the organisation and responsibilities of the social services functions of local authorities. It reported back in 1968, recommending the amalgamation of a number of functions to form a single Social Services Department. The single department would include services provided by children’s departments, the home help service, mental health, social work services and other social care functions provided by other organisations. Harold Wilson’s Gov’t commissioned and received the Report, welcomed it and committed to carry out a consultation to review the recommendations made by Seebohm.

It was the recommendations of the Seebohm Committee which allowed Dafydd and the gang complete control over their victims’ lives. I have mentioned in previous posts how the mental health services/learning disability services worked in tandem with the paedophile/sex trafficking gang. What I have not blogged so much about but which readers will already have grasped was happening was the control that the gang exerted over the whole families of victims/witnesses. If complaints were made about members of the gang, a favourite strategy was to maintain that the witness had been abused, but not by the member of the gang named. The finger was instead pointed at an innocent person known to the witness, usually a family member and it would be explained that the victim had named the wrong person because of ‘transference’ or ‘projection’. People who had named Dafydd et al were subjected to hours of discussion by the Top Doctors of this sort where they were repeatedly told that it wasn’t the gang who had abused them, it was someone else. I know of one young woman in Gwynedd who’s father went to prison after two of her sisters were subjected to this ‘counselling’. She maintained throughout that her father was innocent and that her sisters were bullied and pressurised into naming him. This young woman developed bulimia and a serious alcohol problem. She was told by the Hergest Unit that she had a personality disorder and that she was untreatable. She died a few years ago. Ysbyty Gwynedd’s story was that her life support was switched off after a lethal boozing session. One of her friends is in possession of a suicide note that the dead young woman left behind. Not that ‘the authorities’ have ever seen this note, because the person who found it is a mental health patient themselves who has as little as possible to do with ‘the services’.

Should a victim/witness have children themselves, they will find the gestapo right back in their lives even if they have done their best to wave good-bye to them. Their parenting skills will be questioned before they have got anywhere near giving birth. I know of young women who were forced into aborting babies which were very much wanted – one such young woman went into hiding from the mental health services after this experience – others have had children removed from them upon the flimsiest pretexts. The favourite technique however is to leave the child with the victim/witness, maintain to the world that the family are being ‘supported’ because they are ‘chaotic and dysfunctional’ and then make the whole family’s life hell.

My post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ explained how the south Wales Labour MP Leo Abse, with the help of Jim Callaghan, Harold Wilson and Dr Death, developed and piloted the Children’s Act 1975 – following a Report by the Houghton Committee, which was ruthlessly manipulated by Leo Abse – which resulted in so many children being handed over to Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Abse was a bent lawyer and a close friend of fellow south Wales Labour MP the child molester George Thomas. Abse is suspected of having been a sex offender himself. Abse extracted George Thomas from trouble constantly, sometimes by threatening witnesses or paying them off. On one occasion in 1984, George Thomas summoned Abse to an unidentified hospital in the middle of the night after Thomas panicked and believed that he was about to be exposed. Thomas had been admitted to hospital as a result of the consequences of an STI and thought that the media would discover why he was in hospital. Abse made up a load of guff about Thomas having prostate trouble and fed the lies to the press.

No wonder George Thomas supported so many medical charidees and lived on the doorstep of the Heath Hospital.

The recommendations of the Seebohm Committee seem to have been as of much assistance to Dafydd and the paedophile gang as the Houghton Committee and the Children’s Act 1975 was.

 

Frederic Seebohm was educated at Leighton Park School and Trinity College, Cambridge. After Cambridge he joined Barclays Bank, which had taken over the Hitchin Bank founded by his family. Seebohm served in the Royal Artillary. Seebohm was local director of the bank’s branch office in Luton and Birmingham and then became Director of the main Board after WWII. In 1951, he was made a member of the bank’s overseas Board and in 1965 Chairman of the renamed Barclays Bank International. He retired seven years later.

In December 1965 Seebohm was appointed, by Douglas Houghton MP, to Chair the Committee on Local Authority Personal Social Services. Seebohm was also Chairman of the Overseas Development Institute. In 1972, Seebohm was created a life peer.

Frederic Seebohm was President of the National Institute for Social Work. As a result of the infiltration of children’s social services by paedophile gangs in the 1960s and 70s, there were many abusers involved with the National Institute for Social Work, the most high profile being Peter Righton.

Seebohm was President of the Royal African Society and of Age Concern; Chairman of the Joseph Rowntree Memorial Trust (now the Joseph Rowntree Foundation) for 15 years and one of the founders of the York Council of Voluntary Service. Seebohm was a governor of the LSE and of the Haileybury and Imperial Services College.

The names of many people who taught or studied at the LSE were linked with abuse scandals, including in north Wales. Jane Hutt, the former Health and Social Services Minister in the Welsh Gov’t, who spent an entire career looking the other way as people screamed at her that a massive trafficking ring was in operation under her nose, is an LSE graduate. David Hurst, a ‘social policy specialist’ at Bangor University who wrote fiction with regard to the history of the mental health services in north Wales, is an LSE graduate. The Waterhouse Report again and again mentions managers and staff of the Social Services in north Wales who studied at the LSE. Of course there will be plenty of people associated with the LSE who have not been involved in these sort of scandals, but the point is that the ones who are will have used their LSE network to protect themselves. That will be a useful network to have, the LSE has a towering reputation in the social sciences.

Brian Abel-Smith held a Chair at the LSE, as did his mentor, Richard Titmuss.

 

Frederic Seebohm was Chairman of 3i, a private equity group.

Seebohm died in a road accident in 1990, just before the North Wales Police opened the first investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales/Cheshire. His wife, Evangeline, daughter of Sir Gerald Berkeley Hurst, died shortly after.

Sir Gerald Berkeley Hurst was the Conservative MP for Manchester Moss Side, 1918-23 and 1924-35. He was born Gerald Berkeley Hertz in Bradford. His Jewish grandparents on both sides came from Germany in the mid-nineteenth century. Hurst was educated at Bradford Grammar School and Lincoln College Oxford. Hertz changed the spelling of his surname to Hurst in 1916. He served in the British Army during WWI. Hurst married one of the daughters of Sir Alfred Hopkinson, VC of Manchester University and a Conservative MP. In 1938, Hurst was appointed to the County Court for Croydon and West Kent. Hurst stepped down from the county judgeship in 1952. From 1947 -55, he served as Commissioner of Divorce Cases. His younger brother was the Top Doctor Sir Arthur Hurst, a neurologist.

Frederic and Evangeline Seebohm’s daughter is the broadcaster and writer Victoria Glendinning. Glendinning is an Honorary Vice-President of English PEN is Vice-President of the Royal Society of Literature.

Glendinning grew up near York and after attending Millfield School in Somerset, went to Oxford University. In the second year of her degree, she married one of her lecturers, Professor Nigel Glendinning. They divorced in 1981. Her second husband Terence de Vere White died in 1994 and in 1996 Victoria married Kevin O’Sullivan (a previous husband of Shirley Conran). She had four sons, including sportswriter Matthew Glendinning and the mathematician Paul Glendinning. Another son, Simon Glendinning, lectures at the LSE and previously taught at the University of Kent at Canterbury. Another son, Hugo Glendinning, is a photographer and artist.

Glendinning has written about the experience of coming from a Quaker family. A number of Quakers were involved in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Owain Gethin Evans, who was the Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services and Lucille Hughes’s henchman while the paedophile gang ran riot, was a leading light in the Quakers in Gwynedd. Dr Paul Nickson, a GP from Bethesda, was a Quaker. Nickson ignored the abuse of mental health patients and the abuse of children as well as serious crime related to these matters. Dafydd subsequently appeared on a Quakers website sharing his wisdom. See previous posts for further details of the role of the Quakers in concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al.

 

Douglas Houghton, the man who appointed Frederic Seebohm to Chair the Committee, was the Labour MP for Sowerby in West Yorkshire.

Houghton was born in Long Eaton, Derbyshire, fought in WWI, survived the Battle of the Somme and subsequently joined the civil service. Houghton was ‘a great believer in equality of opportunity’ and campaigned for lower grade civil servants to have the chance of taking an examination that could lead to promotion. Houghton founded the Inland Revenue Staff Federation, leading it from 1922 to 1960. He served on the General Council of the TUC, 1952-60 and as Chairman of the Staff Side Civil Service National Whitley Council, 1955-57.

Houghton was a panel member of a BBC radio programme Can I Help You?,  1941-64. He was an Alderman of the London County Council, 1947-49. Jim Callaghan’s wife Audrey, who did many favours for the paedophile gangs of Wales, was also a member of London County Council and an Alderman, although some years after Houghton held the role (see previous posts). Houghton knew the Callaghans.

Houghton was Chairman of the Commons Public Accounts Committee, succeeding Harold Wilson in this post after Wilson was elected Leader of the Labour Party in 1963. Houghton became a Cabinet Minister in Wilson’s first Gov’t, as Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster, which gave him special responsibility for Social Services. Houghton was dropped from Gov’t in 1967 and became Chairman of the PLP. He retired from the Commons in 1974 and was elevated to the Lords a few months later on 20 June.

I do not know if Douglas Houghton was also the Houghton of the Houghton Committee, to whom Leo Abse gave instructions in order to bring about the Children’s Act of 1975.

Lord Houghton was passionate about the subject of animal welfare. The People’s History Museum in Manchester holds the collection of Douglas Houghton, whose papers include those of animal charities and pressure groups.

In 1939, Douglas Houghton married Vera, who also worked at Association of Officers for Taxes, before becoming a campaigner for abortion law reform and free birth control. Vera is described as having been a ‘women’s health campaigner’. Vera was the Chair of the Abortion Law Association, 1963-70, whilst the organisation, lobbied, sponsored and steered the Abortion Act 1967 through Parliamemt. Following this, Vera continued to campaign for women’s reproductive rights by founding the Birth Control Trust, which pushed for universally free contraceptives. She also became active in the Family Planning Association, becoming its Chair in 1973, with birth control becoming free available on the NHS in 1974. Vera also became Executive Secretary of the International Planned Parenthood Federation, 1953-59.

Vera served as Vice-President of the British Eugenics Society, 1964-66 and again in 1969 when it was reformed as the Galton Institute.

Vera died in 2013. ‘The Guardian’ published an admiring obituary of this Wimmin’s Champ whom it claimed ‘advanced’ the women’s movement. Vera maintained that she campaigned for abortion law reform – it was of course David Steel who sponsored the private member’s bill which resulted in the 1967 Abortion Act and Steel greatly appreciated Vera’s support – because she knew of cases of women ‘bleeding to death’ on bathroom floors. Vera was quite right about that, but the problem with Vera’s brand of feminism was that it involved ignoring a great many other things which were equally as gross as women bleeding to death after botched abortions, because Vera et al needed to forge alliances with the people who were involved in those gross happenings.

David Steel knew about Jeremy Thorpe and he was told that Cyril Smith was molesting children. Steel ignored the lot. Vera ignored a great deal as well. Such as kids in care being abused by Dafydd and the gang, being kept in a dungeon in Denbigh and dying in Risley Remand Centre. Vera lived until she was 99. Many of the victims of Dafydd’s gang died before they were 30.

Vera’s obituary mentioned that NHS abortions were available before free NHS contraception was, so Vera then campaigned for NHS contraception. I’m curious as to why this situation ever arose. I’ll do a bit of digging, because the answer will no doubt involve a sleazy deal between politicians and abusive people.

Vera kept her mouth shut about one thing that really should have concerned Vera which affected the well-being of numerous wimmin but not wimmin like her. That was the fact that, until well into the 1980s, a cartel of Top Doctors had made it virtually impossible for women to access NHS abortions in north Wales (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’). The Top Doctors were always happy to refer wimmin in north Wales with money to private clinics in Chester, those clinics did a roaring trade and I suspect that the Top Docs in north Wales  were receiving backhanders for this service. Perhaps someone could ask Dafydd’s mate Dr DGE Wood what their cut was, Wood sent loads of women to Chester for a private abortion. So what happened to wimmin who didn’t have the used fivers to hand over? Well, they were told that if they wanted an abortion on the NHS, they had to be ‘assessed’ by a Top Doctor. One Dr Dafydd Alun Jones to be precise. Who would then admit them as an inpatient to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to be ‘assessed’. Not that they would have been able to get an abortion on the NHS in north Wales after the ‘assessment’, because no-one could.

So what happened to those women and their babies then Dafydd? I think we should be told, because there were a great many of them.

Jane Hutt, the founder of Welsh Women’s Aid and the ‘wimmin’s equality’ charidee Chwarae Teg, was living in Wales by the 1970s. Jane was completely silent regarding the dreadful situation facing women with unplanned pregnancies in north Wales who had no money. As was Jane’s mate Val Feld, another Wimmin’s Champ. Val knew what was happening because Val was from Caernarfon. Val is remembered by a plaque on the wall of the Senedd because Jane was cross that all those being remembered were in possession of testicles. As for Julie Morgan, another Wimmin’s Champ, Julie too kept quiet about the disappearing women and the missing babies.

Ah well, never mind, by keeping their mouths shut, Jane, Julie and Val ended up in the Senedd and Vera bagged herself a grand title.

Here’s our Role Model:

The Lady Houghton of Sewerby
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If one didn’t think that Vera and her mates were up to much, here was the other Role Model for us ladies:

The Baroness Thatcher
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Of course, this Role Model would have been brought down along with her Gov’t if Vera et al had gone public on what Dafydd was doing, because Dafydd was also supplying underaged boys for the above Role Model’s close friend Sir Peter Morrison to have sex with. But Vera had her Championing Of Wimmin’s Causes to think of…

 

The social workers’ house magazine ‘Community Care’ published an article in 2005 which discussed the legacy of the Seebohm Report. ‘Community Care’ told us that Frederic Seebohm published the report ‘that brought social services departments into being and decided the fate of social work’.

In 2005 ‘Community Care’ explained that ‘the Seebohm-inspired departments face extinction‘ and that ‘By next year the split between children’s trusts and adult social care will be nearly complete, the Seebohm committee’s vision of unified social services departments as the final link in a comprehensive, generously funded welfare state having faded within 10 years of their creation in 1971. Under the successive blows of an economic downturn, child death scandals – starting with Maria Colwell in 1973 – and the rise of Margaret Thatcher, the sparkling new departments were, as one influential commentator put it, quickly “transformed from a first resort to the last ditch”‘.

‘Community Care’ very wisely does not mention that the sparkling new departments were rotten from the moment of their creation and sprang from the ideas of some very rotten apples.

We are told that Richard Crossman, the Labour Secretary of State who oversaw the legislation which resulted from Seebohm (the Local Authority Social Services Act 1970), ‘privately despised the report, considering it long on good intentions but short on realism about costs: the report ran to more than 300 pages, the legislation to a terse 22.’

‘Community Care’ remembered ‘the wave of optimism that swept over social work in those early days‘. ‘Community Care’ certainly quoted a few choice people regarding that wave of optimism:

John Rea Price, who became Social Services Director in the London Borough of Islington in 1973, remembers the ‘huge idealism‘ among social workers.‘I had no difficulties with recruitment then… ‘ Rea Price said. ‘The unions were powerful and there were strikes but, generally, you couldn’t stop them working even when it was for their own good – they were obsessed with the job.’

John Rea Price was Director of Islington Social Services when Islington children’s homes were colonised by gangs of paedophiles. The situation was as bad as in north Wales. Some children were murdered and at least one social worker disappeared. Rea Price knew what was happening and ignored it. Rea Price is now seen as having been very guilty indeed. Rea Price had previously worked for the Probation Service.

Bob Hudson, who was in 2005 Professor of Partnership Studies at Durham University, was among the first members of Sunderland’s Social Services Committee: ‘Everyone on the committee felt they were on the brink of a new era; we were genuinely carried away by the sheer excitement of it all. There was money to spend and the economic optimism added to our sense of exhilaration.’

Sunderland Social Services had also been infiltrated by a gang of paedophiles and that gang had close links with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Colin Smart was one senior manager in Sunderland who repeatedly raised concerns about the abuse of children in care. Colin’s career was ruined, he was forced into expensive litigation in order to defend himself which was then used to force him into a corner and sign a gagging clause.

Durham University employed people who concealed organised sexual abuse, as did Newcastle-upon-Tyne University.

Mo Mowlam was a Labour MP in the North East who knew about the abuse of children in the region and who will also have found out what happened at the Kincora Boys’ Home when Blair appointed her Secretary of State for N Ireland. Mo studied anthropology at Durham University. Prof Eric Sunderland, the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend who in 1984 became Principal of UCNW, had spent most of his career as an anthropologist at Durham University. Mo also worked at Newcastle-upon-Tyne University, taking up an appointment there in 1979. Mo was a Wimmin’s Champ as well.

 

‘Community Care’ tells us that ‘For the first few years social services’ spending increased by 10 per cent a year in real terms as Seebohm’s ambition to do much more for the “neglected flotsam and jetsam of society” was put to the test’.

So that’s why most of the Depts of Social Services in the UK by the mid-1970s had been infiltrated by paedophile gangs, many of which were linked! Dunno if the neglected flotsam and jetsam of society saw much of that dosh which was increased by 10% a year in real terms though.

Seebohm ‘emphasised’ ‘Prevention, partnership, the role of the voluntary sector and the importance of harnessing the strengths of communities’. Which sounds strangely familiar. The Empowerment bit hadn’t been invented when Seebohm wrote that Report.

Seebohm’s ‘new service would be family-centred rather than “symptom-centred”. Since the aim of departments was to “meet all the social needs of the family or individual together and as a whole”, the committee insisted these needs should be served as far as possible by a single social worker.’

You’ve got Lucille. She’ll service your every need. If symptoms do insist on rearing their ugly head, Dafydd will deal with them. He’ll share information with Lucille, it’ll be easy enough, they were bedfellows for donkeys years.

 

‘Community Care’ reported that ‘Adrianne Jones, appointed social services controller in the London Borough of Harrow at the outset of the reforms before becoming director in Hillingdon and in Birmingham, says the changes asked too much of social workers. As a former member of the committee chaired by Peter Barclay, whose landmark report published after three years of the Thatcher government was the last, brave attempt to maintain social work in the Seebohm vein, she believes that local authorities chose an over-rigid interpretation of “single social worker”. Generic teams, she thinks, would have been better than generic workers. Jones says: “The idea of generic, family-based departments was excellent; what went wrong was that we threw out the specialisms. We were expecting too much of individuals to be able to work with every age group and every need. It was a reaction against the fragmentation of the 1960s.”

 

Where does this blog know Adrianne Jones from? Er, from her role as an adviser to the Waterhouse Inquiry. When a major child abuse scandal was uncovered in the 1990s at a residential school in Shropshire, an extraordinarily high number of children had been placed in the school by Harrow Social Services. When Adrianne was Director of City of Birmingham Social Services, that Dept was sending kids on placement to children’s homes in north Wales. Adrianne’s turf at Hillingdon was the site of the disaster which ended in the death of Heidi Koseda. See previous posts for details of Adrianne and her good works.

Adrianne had a few things to say about the restructuring taking place in the wake of the 40 yrs of organised trafficking which Seebohm made so easy though. Adrianne told ‘Community Care’ that ‘She fears that the new services will be managerial in outlook, preoccupied with targets rather than good outcomes for service users and usurped by education and health, a risk that the Seebohm report itself mentioned.’

Don’t worry Adrianne, the Top Docs are completely on board and some of the schools are as well.

Adrianne continued: ‘Looking back, the nails were hammered into the coffin year by year as successive scandals unfolded and people became demoralised’.

Adrianne did notice the successive scandals. Of course she did, in the wake of every one of them and the dreadful publicity which followed she offered her services as a consultant and earned a packet.

 

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Another member of the Barclay working party – the Barclay Report was concerned with the staffing of Social Services Depts and was pointedly ignored by Thatch’s Gov’t –  along with Adrianne, was Robert Pinker, then Professor of Social Administration at the LSE. Pinker is a renowned ‘scourge of political correctness’ in social work but obviously not of gangsters. He agreed with Adrianne ‘that generic teams would have been better but also blames the “tendency to over-bureaucratise” for the failings of social services departments, a tendency which, he says, today’s obsession with targets has only made worse.’

Rea Price, whose own Dept employed more than 3,000 paedophiles/gangsters/abusers/fuckwits, told ‘Community Care’ that ‘Probably the major failure of the Seebohm analysis was not to anticipate the scale of the huge departments that its recommendations were creating, and the scale of the administrative, financial and management issues they would present. There was also the excessive faith in the generic approach to social work, but the stream of child death inquiries, as well as the rapid extension of the understanding of child abuse, soon began to expose the weaknesses of the non-specialised approach.’

OK. We just need more of the experts that allowed all this to happen. Experts in sexual abuse. Dafydd and his mates all claimed expertise in sexual abuse. For female patients only, at least on the NHS there was no ‘sex therapy’ for male victims of sex crime in north Wales.

 

‘Community Care’ observed that ‘social services departments had to contend with more than 30 child deaths which were examined by high-profile inquiries. Press coverage quickly grew shrill, social workers were publicly pilloried and the profession’s image was so tarnished it has never fully recovered. It marked out child protection as an unwise career path, making social services more reliant on agency staff and probably heightening the risk of further tragedies.’

Yeh, it’s because we’ve all been so rude when yet another child has died, it’s our fault that the hopelessness and dishonesty escalated.

John Rea Price further illuminated the situation:  ‘In the early 1970s there was a great sense of optimism about prevention to the point where some of the specifics of child protection were neglected’. Such as the failure to dismiss and prosecute child abusers perhaps?

‘The message from the death of Maria Colwell to that of Jasmine Beckford [in 1984] was that social workers were so focused on the family as a whole that they were forgetting about the child. In Jasmine’s case the social worker had a good relationship with the parent but did not see the child – meanwhile, the child was starving in an upstairs room.’

Jasmine wasn’t just starving, she had the living daylights battered out of her and was tied up in a bath full of turds. Didn’t the social worker who was employed to ‘protect’ Jasmine – who was on the at risk register – wonder where perhaps she was on those visits to Jasmine’s house?

‘Community Care’ reassures us that there ‘were achievements which answered the critics…more attention was paid to adult clients: smaller, state-of-the-art residential homes replaced converted workhouses for older people, long-stay psychiatric hospitals and hospitals for “the mentally handicapped” were closed, and the Disabled Persons Act 1986 put disability rights on the map for the first time, even if much of the act was not implemented.’

So that’s why the Empowered Service Users were threatened and assaulted by the ‘care staff’, trafficked into sex work, arrested and framed if they complained and left destitute.

‘Community Care’ mentioned that ‘the Conservative government’s fixation on the mixed economy of care…gave unprecedented opportunities to the private sector which flourished after funding was transferred to councils from the Department of Social Security in 1993.’

I’m happy to remind ‘Community Care’ that many of those who owned, managed and staffed the private sector facilities which flourished after 1993 were exactly the same caring people who had abused and trafficked their clients when those caring people were paid to provide ‘care’ via the state sector. As the new mixed economy grew, I watched exactly the same people populate the new sector, many raking the money in by styling themselves as ‘consultants’. They weren’t consultants, they were usually Angels and social workers and they were being commissioned by their former colleagues.

 

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Welcome to the new mixed economy where choice has been introduced. The Empowered Service Users are free to choose from the pool of paedophiles and their friends who were allocated to them previously. Not that there’ll even be any choice among that pool, because there’s a cartel in operation and the Empowered Service Users find that the cartel will conspire to ensure that they decide who ends up receiving a ‘service’ from whom.

 

‘Community Care’ told us that Bob Hudson remembers how quickly thinking changed after ‘bright new hostels and day centres‘ were built after Seebohm: ‘We thought we were doing the right thing and it’s easy to say with hindsight that we should have done it differently. There was no consultation with service users to speak of, there was a ‘we know best’ mentality about it. Then Thatcher took the view that professionals had disempowered ‘consumers’ and the remedy was to bring market forces to bear in social care. It was the most astonishing change. In 1970s Sunderland we couldn’t have conceived of the local authority not being the service provider.’

Bob Hudson knew about the paedophile ring which operated in Sunderland and he’ll have known that it had an arrangement with Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. If in 1970s Sunderland no-one could have conceived of the local authority not being the service provider, then why did so many senior managers of social services in the North East at that time send so many children to children’s homes in north Wales, which were being run as private businesses by the trafficking gang? One Director of Social Services from the North East even turned up at Bryn Alyn near Wrexham to celebrate the opening of a new annexe. The kids maintained that he saw the dreadful conditions in which they were living.

 

According to ‘Community Care’, the Barclay Report boldly advocated a ‘political’ element of social work in which their role was to speak out about the impact of social policy on the lives of the poor and disadvantaged. Pinker was the Barclay’s Committee’s lone dissenter. ‘Social workers are not there to change society, that’s what politicians are for, he says. ‘I didn’t think community social work was a good idea at all; it was so general it stretched social workers beyond their professional capacities.’

I have been exposed to discussions regarding whether social workers should be ‘political’ or not. I knew a nurse at the Hergest Unit who expressed the view that the Arfon Community Mental Health Team treated their clients appallingly because the training of social workers was ‘political’, whereas Angels were trained to place patients’ needs first. This particular Angel did not abuse the patients in the way that the Arfon CMHT did and she was actually very well-liked by the patients. However, she did know that her immediate colleagues and that Dafydd and the Top Doctors were dangerous and abusive and she rushed to their defence in the wake of every complaint about them. Although she was a senior nurse, she was treated disrespectfully by the Top Docs and the Arfon CMHT alike. This Angel trained at a time when it was indeed stressed to Angels that the patients’ needs should be prioritised. However, along with that, the Angels were also trained to be subservient in the face of hierarchies, even if this meant remaining silent when patients were being grossly abused. The Angel in question was very sharp regarding her observations in terms of her patients who were living in abusive relationships or working in jobs in which they were being exploited. She must have known how unhinged some of those with whom she worked were and she was repeatedly told by patients of the serious abuse that they had experienced at the hands of her colleagues.

I suspect that she knew exactly what would be coming her way if she ever raised one word of concern regarding Dafydd et al…

In contrast, I witnessed a social work tutor at Coleg Menai tell her students that they must never be ‘political’ and furthermore they must always blow the whistle on any client breaking the law, even if it was minor benefit fraud by someone who could not make ends meet. On the day that the Waterhouse Report was published, this tutor told the whole class that she had been one of the social workers who had taken children to the Ty’r Felin children’s home and although she always thought that Nefyn Dodd was ‘very uncaring’ towards the children, she had no idea of the serious abuse to which the children were being subjected. The kids at Ty’r Felin were starved, beaten, kicked, made to work for no pay in the local businesses, forced to lick Nefyn Dodd’s boots and were trafficked to local venues as well as to Dolphin Square for sex work. Hundreds of complaints were made about Nefyn Dodd and his wife June by children. That social work tutor missed a great deal.

Nefyn Dodd was a friend of Dafydd’s.

I know one man who began social work training in north London in the early 1970s. He was on placement with Haringey Council and with Islington Council. This man remembered Margaret Hodge who was a leading light in Islington Council at the time. He and others on his course raised concerns with their tutors regarding the corruption within the Councils and also regarding the neglect that the clients were experiencing at the hands of the Social Services. His tutors told the students that they were not allowed to document any criticisms of the Councils employing those social workers. When he observed that the only problem that one ‘problem family’ actually had was their dreadful and unsafe accommodation he was told that he was being political and that was not a social worker’s job. He subsequently withdrew from the social work course on the grounds that he would never be able to help clients working under these constraints.

Political or not political, the training of Angels and social workers ensures that everyone is trained to do one thing above everything else – to never, ever blow the whistle, even if a criminal gang is operating in the area and murdering witnesses.

 

In July 1968, when Kenneth Robinson was Health Minister, a Green Paper was issued, before the Seebohm Report was published. The Green Paper stated that Medical Officers of Health could extend their role as community physicians. Documents in my possession demonstrate that the Community Physicians of Gwynedd and Clwyd Health Authorities were the Top Doctors responsible for holding Dafydd to account. Both of them ignored my complaints about Dafydd. It was only after writing to them several times that they even bothered to reply. What they did when I persisted is to contact their mate Dafydd and have a friendly chat, then write back to me and tell me that my complaints were groundless. See previous posts for details.

In my post ‘Feet In Chains’ I detail part of Dafydd’s early career as a Top Doc. Before being appointed as a consultant at Denbigh, Dafydd had carried out ‘community research’ on Anglesey with the Medical Officer of Health. Dafydd and those Medical Officers of Health who were later responsible for holding him to account went back decades…

Seebohm’s recommendations that new personal Social Services Depts should be established within local gov’t and take over children’s services, as well as the care of the mentally ill and handicapped, that were despised by Dick Crossman but nonetheless accepted, were put into action from 1971 onward, by which time Ted Heath was PM.

One person who was really impressed by the Seebohm Report was Baroness Brooke of Ystradfellte. I need to double check, but I think that Baroness Brooke was a member of the Seebohm Committee. She stated that ‘What the Seebohm Committee wants is a family service geared to meeting as many as possible of the needs of the family’. Yet it wasn’t Baroness Brooke’s family which would be destroyed by Dafydd et al.

Barbara Brooke was the daughter of a Welsh Minister. She was educated at the Gloucester Training College of Domestic Science. In 1933 she married fellow Conservative Henry Brooke, who was Home Secretary. They had four children: Peter Brooke, a Conservative politician; Sir Henry Brooke, a judge and Lord Justice of Appeal; Honor Brooke, who married Dr Thomas Miller; and Margaret Brooke, who married Dr James Pulfer.

Peter Brooke held a number of Cabinet posts. He was Chairman of the Conservative Party, 1987-89 and Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1989-92. Brooke knew about Dafydd’s gang and he knew about Kincora in Belfast.

In 1948 Barbara Brooke became a member of Hampstead Council and held her seat until 1965. She was Joint Vice-Chairman of the Conservative Party, 1954-64 and was active in the NHS. Among other things Brooke was a member of the North West Metropolitan Regional Hospital Board, 1954-66; Chair of the Queen’s Institute of District Nursing, 1961-71; and the North London Hospital Management Committee, 1963-66.

Barbara Brooke will have known about the abuse of children and vulnerable adults within the NHS and Social Services.

 

 

In Wales, with regards to the reorganisation of the NHS, a Green Paper was published in 1970, which proposed the establishment of seven Area Health Boards directly responsible to the Secretary of State. The Green Paper was probably written in the dying days of Wilson’s Gov’t, when George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales.

In June 1970, Sir Keith Joseph arrived at the DHSS with Heath’s Gov’t. In  1972, a White Paper proposed that Chairmen of Area Health Authorities should be selected and appointed by the Secretary of State. The White Paper also proposed that Community Health Councils be established. Such is the dynamism to be found within the NHS, come CHCs did not come into being until the late 1970s.

CHCs are surrounded by much discourse regarding them being the ‘patients’ voice’ and a democratic way of holding the NHS to account. In north Wales, there are very few ‘patients’ sitting on CHCs and those that do simply take instructions from their masters in the NHS. The vast majority of members of CHCs in north Wales are people who hold, or who have held, senior positions in the NHS, in the Social Services, in the County Councils and other such organisations.

The Chief Executive of Gwynedd CHC was Glanville Owen. Glanville had formerly been the Deputy Director of Gwynedd Social Services with responsibility for children’s homes throughout the years when the abuse of kids in care in Gwynedd was at its worst (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Other leading lights in the various CHCs that have served the patients of north Wales include Dr Sadie Francis, who spent years working as a Top Doctor at Denbigh and then the Hergest Unit, Dr Medwyn Williams, a GP from Anglesey and Dr Christine Evans, who spent years as one of the awkward bastards of surgeons at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd who caused so much difficulty for patients. Christine Evans however did provide a good service to Tony Francis when she was his Top Doctor. Eleanor Burnham, a former Lib Dem AM, more recently joined the CHC in north Wales. Eleanor is a former Social Services manager and for years sat on the Mental Health Review Tribunal for the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. See previous posts for details of the shenanigans on the part of CHCs in Wales.

The patients’ voice the CHCs are not.

 

In Feb 1971, a consultative document was published with regard to the reform of local gov’t in Wales. It proposed seven County Councils and 36 District Councils, with personal Social Services being a function of the County Councils. The number of County Councils was subsequently increased to eight, as was number of Health Authorities. The areas covered by the Health Authorities matched the new Counties.

The Secretary of State for Wales issued a White Paper on the NHS, which stated that the Area Health Authorities would be directly responsible to the Secretary of State for Wales. So the successive Secretaries of State don’t really have any excuses for not addressing the waste and embezzlement of NHS funds, the corrupt tendering processes, the sky high mortality rates, the failure to deal with the most serious of complaints, the illegal imprisonment of witnesses and the most appalling abuse and neglect of patients. As well of course as that dungeon at Denbigh.

 

Chapter 5 of Abel-Smith’s HMSO publication is entitled ‘The Lean Years Following Reorganisation, 1974-78’. The Top Docs obviously really felt the pinch.

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It was on April 1 1974, that the NHS reorganisation was put into effect. In Wales, the Area Health Authorities were responsible directly to John Morris, who was then Secretary of State. Lord John Morris is yet another paedophiles’ friend who graduated in law from Aberystwyth University and then joined the crooked barristers on the Chester and Wales Circuit. Morris is a member of Gray’s Inn, as was Dafydd’s friend and protector Sir William Mars-Jones. John Morris was the Labour MP for Aberavon, the seat now held by the Windbag’s son. John Morris was so useful that he served in the Cabinets of Wilson, Callaghan and Blair. Foot, the Windbag, John Smith Margaret Becket and her caravan as well as Blair all made use of John Morris as Shadow Attorney General, confident that he would be in no danger of pointing at the Tories and saying ‘Dafydd is/was supplying young boys for your mate Peter Morrison to have his wicked way with’.

Blair was so wowed by Lord John Morris that in 1997 Blair dusted the old boy off and appointed him as Attorney General for England and Wales, as well as AG for N Ireland, posts in which Morris remained until 1999, when the paedophiles’ friend Lord Gareth Williams took over the role of sitting on all the crap, just in time for the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

Lord John Morris was Chancellor of the University of Glamorgan from 2002 and then became Chancellor of the University of South Wales when it was formed by a merger between the University of Glamorgan and the University of Wales, Newport in 2013.

The Universities of Glamorgan, Newport and South Wales have churned out Angels from their nursing degrees, some of whom have been less than impressed with their ‘training’ and even less impressed with the NHS when they have begun work.

Lord Morris was President of the London Welsh Trust, which runs the London Welsh Centre, 2001-08. He is also a Council member of The Princes Trust, with which all the best paedophiles’ friends are associated. 

Here is Lord John Morris, in his Sunday Best:

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From 1974, all Angels, in the hospital and the community, were responsible to the District Nursing Officer. The names of the District Nursing Officers appear on my documents as well, clearly colluding with the crimes…

 

By the time that John Morris was concealing the serious organised crime, the NHS staff were bellyaching about their pay again. Fundamental re-adjustments were made in 1974-75. With regard to Angels, an ‘independent committee’ under Lord Haldane was asked to make recommendations. Lord Haldane’s recommendations led to a huge pay rise for Angels, their pay rise averaged a 51% increase in the course of a year. It was at this point that Angels could no longer be considered to be ‘low paid’ no matter how many times that ‘The Guardian’ used this phrase about them.

Despite the substantial increase in Angels’ pay, Abel-Smith told us that at this time, ‘morale in the NHS was lowered’. ‘Abel-Smith made reference to the ‘more active role of trade unions’ and the ‘conflicting interests of professional groups’. What actually happened was that although Angels received a big pay rise, other groups of NHS workers did not. This led to a great deal of aggro and bad feeling, including between different unions. The RCN considered themselves to be a cut above the other NHS unions which the RCN viewed as being somewhat plebeian. Nurses were also very conscious that some of the industrial action in the NHS was being led by groups of people who were not nurses. One Angel told me that she voted Conservative in the 1970s because she was so angry that a strike in the hospital in which she worked was called by the porters, rather than by the Angels. The porters of course had not enjoyed the massive pay rise that the Angels had, but then whenever NHS workers want a pay rise, it is always said to be on behalf of Angels…

 

In 1976, Lord McCarthy published ‘Making Whitley Work’ and ‘made recommendations’. Whitley is a reference to the Whitley Council, which set the pay scales for professions allied to medicine, apart from, by then, Angels. The Whitley Council was truly hated, it was the most offensive exploitative body that had ever stalked the earth, except of course for the Agricultural Training Board. Angels only received a healthy salary after decisions regarding their pay was removed from the Whitley Council. Lord McCarthy did not Make Whitley Work, by the mid-1980s there was a massive shortage of medical lab staff, medical physicists and other professional groups in the NHS, because the pay as dictated by the Whitley Council was insulting. Fancied working in a cancer screening lab in London in 1989? You’ll have needed a degree, preferably an MSc as well and further professional training. In return you got £6,000 pa. The labs were empty which was why the cancer screening programmes were seriously flawed. The general public were not told. All those leaflets and adverts urging people to ‘get screened’ were a complete scam, there were no staff to carry out the analyses. Hundreds and hundreds of mistakes were being made because of the severe staff shortage…

There was also a serious shortage of hospital pharmacists because their pay was so bad, but I’m not sure if that was determined by the dear old Whitley Council as well.

 

Lord William McCarthy was an academic who specialised in industrial relations and a Labour Party politician. McCarthy grew up in Islington, went to Holloway School and then worked in a gentlemen’s outfitters, where he joined the union USDAW, which sponsored him to study at Ruskin College, Oxford. Ruskin College taught and employed a number of people with links to Dafydd and the gang, including Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth who worked at Bryn Estyn (see post ‘A Study Of Tyranny’). After Ruskin, McCarthy went to Merton College Oxford and then did a doctorate at Nuffield College, Oxford. He then remained as a research fellow at Oxford. In 1965 McCarthy was appointed Research Director of the Royal Commission on Trade Unions and Employers Associations, the body set up by Harold Wilson’s Gov’t, which led to Barbara Castle’s failed ‘In Place Of Strife’ reforms.

Lord McCarthy was considered to be the UK’s leading academic in industrial relations. Even he could not sort out the NHS pay claims. Of course, the problem would have been dealt with had anyone arrested Dafydd and his associates and made public their very serious crimes and the massive degree of collusion with those offences on the part of huge swathes of the NHS.

 

Abel-Smith tells us that ‘further acrimony resulted from the Gov’ts decision to phase pay beds out of the NHS’. This policy was supported by the NHS unions but not the Top Docs. Barbara Castle – who during her incumbency as Secretary of State for the DHSS was assisted by one Jack Straw – made much of her complete opposition to pay beds, but despite all the mouthing off, Castle did not end private care within the NHS. What Castle did do, along with Dr Death, was to appoint a Royal Commission, Chaired by Sir Alec Merrison, on the future of the NHS. Babs and Dr Death privately told people that Sir Alec was selected for this role because of his commitment to the NHS and their confidence that he would not recommend any privatisation. However, Babs and Dr Death knew damn well that the Labour Party would not win the next General Election because everyone hated Sunny Jim and the patronising old git Denis Healey. Thatch had already chosen the curtains for No 10 – chintz no doubt. So whatever Merrison said, private care would flourish because Babs would not be having any say in the matter.

Which is just as well, because Battling Barbara the Flame-Haired Passionate Socialist Who Hated Private Medicine made use of it herself. She must have, because when she was younger Battling Barbara had a course of fertility treatment and the treatment that she described receiving was not available on the NHS. See previous posts.

Furthermore, Sir Alec Merrison had the dirt on Dafydd and whatever went on at Windscale in the 1950s which Dafydd found out about and used to his own advantage (see post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’), which was far more likely to have been the reason for Merrison’s appointment than any putative commitment of his to the NHS.

 

Towards the end of 1974, discussions regarding the new contract for consultant Top Doctors broke down, so the consultant Top Doctors restricted the ‘services’ offered’ by them – in other words they refused to treat their patients.

Exactly how much gold do you want stuffed into your mouth now Doctor? Surely there cannot be room for much more.

 

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In 1975 the junior Top Doctors went on strike – it was emergencies only.

Someone continued to cart Dafydd’s victims off to the dungeon in Denbigh throughout these crises.

The Top Docs know how to kick a Gov’t though. Abel-Smith informed us that ‘the number of new outpatients seen fell by 900,000 in 1975 compared with the preceding year or by a million compared with 1972. The number of main operations performed in hospitals (other than psychiatric) fell by over 1/4 million between 1974 and 1975. Waiting lists rose by about 70,000 between the end of 1974 and the end of 1975.’

Throughout it all, the dungeon at Denbigh was in operation.

 

1976 saw the start of a major campaign ‘Prevention and Health: Everybody’s Business’, ‘to encourage preventative action’. The message was that the NHS could provide health services, but not health and that the main causes of ill health lay in lifestyles. We’re on familiar territory here. In fact yesterday, Suzy Davies, a Tory AM in Wales who hopes to be the next leader of the Welsh Conservatives, made a speech in which she stated that those carted off in an ambulance as a result of alcohol intoxication should be charged. Where that leaves irresponsible teenagers who do not understand that large quantities of spirits can kill you and therefore end up in need of an ambulance and A&E I don’t know. Not only do Top Docs have a very high rate of alcoholism, but I remember one Euan Blair being found drunk and incapable in Leicester Square. Perhaps it’s different for the Top Docs and the Blairs though, because they’ll be able to afford the surcharge when they get bladdered.

 

Abel-Smith’s publication reminded me of something that I’d completely forgotten about ie. the saga over whether to add flouride to the nation’s drinking water. Dentists were very keen on the idea, but then there was a great deal of evidence that while flouride protected against tooth decay within certain limits, flouridisation of drinking water was alleged to half deleterious effects on health in other ways. Abel-Smith stated that half a million quid was earmarked to help authorities to set up schemes for the fluoridation of water. Who was the front runner in terms of adding fluoride to water? It was none other than dear old Anglesey. I have no idea why that famously corrupt nest of vipers led the field in this regard, I would have thought that they were far too busy ignoring child abuse, taking bribes in the planning dept and failing to pay people’s housing benefit, those were the things that they had built their reputation upon. I’ll have to look into this. I expect that someone was paid to take part in the scheme, that’s usually the explanation.

 

The Health Education Council bagged an extra £1 million to launch a ‘better health’ campaign, which was a regional campaign against alcoholism. That will have been at about the time that Dafydd launched CAIS – 1977. Dafydd must have piggy-backed on that campaign and have been given dosh. The Health Education Council’s remit was also to provide more training for health education officers and Abel-Smith stated that ‘the number of these working in health authorities was increased substantially’.

The health outcomes for north Wales – and of course for certain other parts of the UK, including parts of south Wales – remained stubbornly terrible, no matter how many health education officers were deployed. Knightsbridge and Surrey never experienced the morbidity that Methyr Tydfil did, they obviously have more health education officers in Belgravia. That must be why it is such a desirable place to live, those health education officers have really pushed the property prices up.

 

Abel-Smith mentioned the Act of 1973 which reorganised the NHS and included provision for ‘comprehensive family planning service’. From April 1974, the new health authorities became responsible for both the clinics run by the local authorities and those run by the Family Planning Association. Of course, thanks to Vera, Lady Sewerby et al, in 1974, the new Gov’t – Harold Wilson’s – decided that family planning services should be free. From July 1975, free family planning services were also provided by GPs.

So from 1975, those underaged girls and mental health patients being trafficked by Dafydd et al had plenty of options as to where to acquire their contraceptives. No excuses for not having sex with horrible old men now!

 

Harold Wilson’s Gov’t were obviously into holistic medicine though, because in 1975 a ‘comprehensive long-term programme to improve the quality of services for the mentally ill was set out in a White Paper’. The Secretary of State for the DHSS at the time was Battling Barbara. The core of the programme was a shift of care and treatment services into local communities. I think that we’ve been here before. Housing and employment services were also to be closely involved. As these networks developed they were to replace the services provided by the old long stay hospitals. A 20-30 year time scale for implementing the programme was envisaged.

So what happened to the grand plans for facilities in the community which were part of the Mental Health Act 1959?

Brian Abel-Smith explains that because of the economic crisis which hit Britain in the mid-1970s, resources for the NHS ‘had to be planned afresh’. As a result, in March 1976 Battling Barbara issued a consultative document, ‘Priorities In The Health And Personal Social Services’. Jack Straw will be able to tell us all about that. A comparable document for Wales was issued by Lord John Morris. Priority in the planning of services for both England and Wales was to be given to the development of community services for the mentally ill, the mentally handicapped, the elderly and children. The key social services which could reduce the need for health services and the domiciliary care of the mentally ill and mentally handicapped had been by then transferred to local authority Social Services Depts. Yes, it was now the remit of Lucille et al.

Local authorities and health authorities were required to set up joint consultative committees of members of both authorities, which in north Wales would have been the same people and of course their friends and relatives. In England, money was specially allocated and set aside from the NHS budget to enable health authorities to contribute to local authority schemes helping those being looked after in the community. Presuming that any such schemes actually existed. For England, this allocation was £8 million in the year 1976-77. By 1978-79, the allocation had risen to £32 million. In Wales, Areas Health Authorities were given discretion to use their ordinary funds for these purposes and a central reserve was created on which they could draw. from 1978-79. At the time, the Secretary of State for Wales was Lord John Morris.

Many of the key players from those days are now pushing up the daisies, but John Morris is still with us. Can he tell us where all this money for community mental health facilities went, because the patients were certainly never offered the use of any such facilities. This is not just a bit of loose change that could have disappeared down the back of the sofa, millions of pounds were handed over yet no community facilities appeared. The conditions in Denbigh were dreadful as well, so it certainly wasn’t invested in that institution.

What did you do with the money Lord Morris?

 

Abel-Smith explains that in order to achieve geographical equity, financial allocation would be based on the population served, differences in morbidity, the state of the capital plant and the special needs of teaching and research. A working party was set up in 1975 to recommend on allocations. The system brought special help to deprived regions. It was from 1977-78 that Abel-Smith tells us that a substantial step towards this system of allocation was made, when David Ennals, who was by then Secretary of State for the DHSS, decided that the most deprived regions should be allowed a growth of revenue of 3% and the best endowed region of 1/4%. Year by year progression was planned.

Ennals was a long-standing paedophiles’ friend, as were other members of his family as well. Lord Ennals loyally concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al during the many years that Ennals played leading roles in MIND. Furthermore, David Ennals was a mate of Dafydd’s old buddy and umbrella who was based at the Maudsley, Dr Jim Birley. See previous posts for details of David Ennals and his close relationships with people who were facilitating trafficking gangs. Ennals’s year on year increase in extra dosh to deprived regions clearly made no difference at al. But then sending money to deprived regions, such as the immediate area around the Maudsley and letting Dafydd’s mates decide what to do with it is not going to bear fruit.

In Wales, a Working Group on Resource Allocation was set up in 1974 to examine methods of resource allocation to Welsh health authorities. The Group produced its first Report in Dec 1974 and a second in Dec 1975. A Steering Committee on Resource Allocations superseded this Working Group. Allocations made by the Secretary of State for Wales was based on the advice of the Committee. The Secretary of State for Wales at the time was, er, Lord John Morris.

 

Chapter 6 of Abel-Smith’s publication is ominously entitled ‘Unfinished Business’.  Abel-Smith told us that ‘despite 30 years of the NHS, mortality rates are in general a third higher in Wales than in East Anglia…despite 30 years of the ‘welfare state’, the differences in mortality rates between social classes, are if anything getting wider rather than narrower…’

Yes, Brown and I have been making those points for some time now. Whatever the Top Docs are doing, it is not working. It is working for the Top Docs, they’re doing very nicely for themselves, but it’s not working for The Poor, whom Nye Bevan and the more recent generations of Top Docs assured us were benefiting from the NHS. Abel-Smith wrote that damning admission in 1978. Pre-Thatch, so it was nothing to do with Tory Cuts.

Abel-Smith continues: ‘many mentally ill people now in the old psychiatric hospitals could live in the community if all the local services were there to help them do so…Only about one third of districts provide a comprehensive psychiatric service in their general hospitals, only a fifth of the 30,000 places needed in day centres are provided and only a third of the 12,000 places needed in residential homes. Adequate accommodation for mentally infirm old people is sadly lacking’. Abel-Smith continues in a similar vein with regard to the lack of support for the mentally handicapped, the elderly, the younger disabled…Brian Abel-Smith finished by saying that a Royal Commission on the NHS is ‘currently at work’, one of its tasks being to re-examine the organisation of the NHS, which may need ‘to be adapted in years to come’…

 

It is now 40 years since Abel-Smith’s idiot’s guide to the non-achievements of the NHS was published. Yesterday it was announced that transpeople will be allowed fertility treatment funded by the NHS. This might be very nice for transpeople – I’m sounding a bit reserved here, because many forms of fertility treatment still have a very low success rate, so not all transpeople may end up being blessed with children. My friend’s dad is in his 80s and is facing the last few days of his life at the moment, he is not expected to be here next week. He has cancer. He lives alone with his wife who is also in her 80s and who has been caring for him herself at home. There are no state funded home helps or carers in Somerset, where they live. My friend’s dad is conscious but he’s bedridden now and needs everything doing for him. The last time that I spoke to my friend, she was intending to phone a private agency supplying carers with a view to paying for some to help her mum look after her dad. Across the UK, thousands of other elderly or disabled people cannot get the help that they need for washing, dressing, going to the bog etc. Mentally ill people – not the 1 in 4 that MIND have been so concerned about in recent years, but the 1 in 50 with severe, lifelong psychotic illness – are dying destitute on the streets of every major city in the UK and are having a very bad time in most small towns and villages.

Top Docs and senior NHS managers remain some of the highest paid people employed by the state in the UK.

 

UK news items that have received coverage in the media over the past couple of days include a row over Angels’ pay. The Gov’t agreed to a pay rise for NHS staff just weeks ago. The Angels are furious because they have now realised that the pay rises only benefit Top Doctors and senior Angels. Everyone else gets sod all. That doesn’t surprise me. The Angels are claiming that the RCN has sold them down the river. That doesn’t surprise me either. The RCN is no longer about the Angels who are doing the grafting, it is about the Angels who will tick the boxes, keep quiet about patient neglect or even abuse and rapidly move into NHS management.

 

A story appeared on BBC News Online about a psychiatrist in Norway who has been jailed – but not for very long – after being found in possession of thousands of child porn images. A number of people have come forward explaining that this man performed ‘assessments’ on them and on the basis of what they maintained were very flawed assessments, removed their children from their care. There are demands that every assessment that the convicted psychiatrist made should be reviewed. The BBC was particularly disgusted that the psychiatrist was first arrested in 2013 but it wasn’t until 2015 that he was prevented from practising.

Serious complaints about Dafydd were made by the early 1960s. In 1966, Dafydd was at the centre of a huge patient abuse and neglect scandal published by ‘The Times’. The complaints about Dafydd have poured in on a truly impressive basis every year since. It is now 2018. Dafydd is 87 yrs old. He may be 88 by now. Dafydd is still a registered medical practitioner.

In the mid-1990s Dafydd appeared on a number of BBC TV programmes in his capacity as an expert, including on Kilroy and the Kane Debates. In the late 1980s I wrote to Esther when she launched her ‘improve mental health care’ campaign and provided her with full details of the serious crime with which Dafydd et al were involved. I did not receive a reply.

 

There is a bun-fight over heart surgery at St George’s Hospital Medical School. It has been revealed that higher number of patients are dying than should be. That is not in dispute, but nonetheless, St George’s have reassured the public that the heart surgery unit is safe. After their Professor of Paediatrics Oliver Brooke was jailed for child porn offences in 1986, St George’s reassured the public that Oliver Brooke had never offended against his patients. Not only was that most unlikely to be true, but some of the members of the pan-European child sex ring of which Brooke was a key figure continued to work at St George’s and numerous members of staff at the hospital continued to collude with them.

 

My documents demonstrate that the BMA not only colluded with Top Doctors who were involved in very serious crime, but advised those Top Doctors on how to bring charges on the basis of perjury against people who had complained about those Top Doctors. If Thatcher’s Gov’t sequestered the NUM’s assets on the grounds that the NUM had broken the law, may I suggest that the assets of the BMA are seized? The wrongdoing which the BMA positively encouraged is so serious that I imagine that their funds could be seized under the proceeds of crime legislation.

 

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Upper Class Twit Of The Year – ‘Shooting Themselves’

Recent posts eg. ‘The Village’, ‘The Turn Of The Screw’ and ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ have explained how people in Somerset who knew Brown and I before we went to university used their knowledge of what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd et al in north Wales for great personal gain. These people personally knew others involved with Tory and Liberal/SDP politics, including politicians who were concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the activities of Dafydd et al in particular. One of the Somerset contingent became involved with the Dangerous Sports Club in the late 1980s and over the next few years found himself in receipt of a vast amount of money.

The DSC was founded by Oxford graduate and conman David Kirke. Kirke was from an affluent family which included a few prominent lawyers and was a tosser of the highest order. His passport described him as a ‘film director’, but as far as I could find out, the only work that Kirke ever did was writing articles for soft porn mags such as ‘Mayfair’ and ‘Penthouse’. Kirke travelled around the world setting up meaningless stunts in the name of the DSC and systematically swindled people. His cover story was that he was ‘an Oxford professor’ – which was what I was told that he was, although it was quite clear to Brown and me that he was no such thing – and after booking into the best hotel in whichever part of the world he was kipping in, Kirke would target trusting people, befriend them and literally do the ‘gosh I’ve lost my chequebook and wallet, they must have been stolen by that fuzzy wuzzy who cleaned my room yesterday’, as he checked out of the hotel carefully ensuring that he was checking out at exactly the same time as the folk with whom he had made friends. They would then pay the Oxford professor’s bill, believing this eminent academic’s word that they would be repaid the minute that he got home. They never saw their money again.

Kirke did this for years before he was finally imprisoned in the 1990s. Nonetheless he got off pretty lightly – most of his numerous swindles did not result in charges and a Top Doctor’s report was produced explaining that Kirke was a harmless ‘Walter Mitty’ character and manic to boot. No he wasn’t, Kirke was a conman and a very accomplished one at that. I wondered at the time why Kirke targeted those in Somerset because I could not see what he was getting out of it. He was an insufferable snob and his usual prey were the rich and famous or bent politicians, not a load of bumpkins in Somerset. Kirke befriended Graham Chapman of Monty Python fame when he heard that Chapman was terminally ill. Kirke observed that this would provide a good opportunity to pick up ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’. When Chapman was at the very end of his life, Kirke tried to persuade a member of the Somerset bunch to go and visit the dying Chapman because Kirke had his mind on that will. Kirke’s new friend from Somerset refused to go because he couldn’t be arsed with a death-bed visit.

Graham Chapman regularly picked up teenaged boys for sex and ‘adopted’ a 13 year old boy who had run away from Liverpool, John Tomiczec.  Associates of Chapman acknowledged that Chapman’s relationship with John was not really ‘fatherly’. Chapman told everyone that John was 17 and when a Plod did dare make inquiries, Chapman used his status as a Top Doctor to pull rank on the Plod (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Chapman was a Bart’s graduate and used the Bart’s network to his advantage. One of the Bart’s network was Professor Linford Rees, Dafydd’s mate and protector (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). A great many of Dafydd’s victims – kids in care, patients from secure hospitals or drug users – came from Liverpool. Liverpool Social Services and Ashworth Hospital supplied Dafydd with vulnerable young people for years. Graham Chapman was a regular visitor to Snowdonia because he was a keen climber. John Tomiczec accompanied Chapman on his trips to Snowdonia and from what I have read, John might have actually been in north Wales when Chapman met him and ‘took him in’.

The Somerset contingent met a whole stream of celebs and the offspring of prominent Tories/establishment figures via Kirke, including Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of Sir Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Governor of the Bank of England. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was murdered in Kenya as a result of his fuckwittery and the circumstances of his death were concealed (see post ‘The Village’).

I have recently been told that Kirke’s interest in the Somerset clique was solely as a result of their relationship to me and what I had begun to uncover in north Wales and subsequently at St George’s Hospital Medical School.

On one occasion, the monies paid to one of those in Somerset was by means of a Coutts cheque. I was not told who had paid by Coutts, but I heard all about it as did half of Somerset, because the person given the Coutts cheque had never seen one before and had to be reassured that it was ‘real’ – it was explained to him that you didn’t get branches of Coutts in Bridgwater or Taunton, because ‘it is the Queen’s bank’.

 

 

What fine company you keep Lilibet!

My how I laughed when Kirke’s man in Somerset received a phone call from ‘City Limits’, who had seen the PR surrounding the DSC and explained that they would be an excellent advertising site. As with Coutts, this man had never heard of ‘City Limits’, so he was sent a copy. He was so horrified by the heavy presence of LGBT articles/adverts that he rang them back and told them that he really didn’t want to be associated with a magazine for homosexuals.

David you bloody idiot, you were being given money by that bunch of twats because Brown and me had tripped over an elite paedophile gang who supplied boys to the associates of Leigh-Pemberton et al. Furthermore I imagine that you are now in a great deal of trouble, as is whoever paid you from their Coutts account.

 

The Coutts cheque was handed over at some point in the late 1980s/early 90s. Sir David Burdett Money-Coutts (yes, that does seem to be his real name) was MD of Coutts & Co from 1970 and Chairman, 1976-93, finally retiring as a non-executive Director in 1996. Money-Coutts was also Chairman of the Coutts Group from 1991, which compromised Coutts & Co in London; Coutts & Co in Zurich; Coutts and Co Trust Holdings Ltd based in the Isle of Man, with other offices around the world.

Sir David was the seventh generation of the Coutts banking family.  As a personal banker to the Royal family, Money-Coutts was appointed KCVO in 1991. 1991 was the year that my career in medical research and the careers of my two friends in the media who knew about the happenings in north Wales were ruined (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’). In Feb 1991 Lilibet knighted Sir Peter Morrison.

 

‘We found ourselves in this bizarre situation.’

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Lucille Hughes

 

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Satirical cartoon protesting against the introduction of paper money, by James Gillray, 1797. The ‘Old Lady of Threadneedle St’ (the Bank personified) is ravished by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.
‘It’s just so.. thingy…um…appalling’
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Bottoms Up, Professor Robert Bluglass owns one of the finest art galleries in Europe!

 

 

Money-Coutts’s other directorships included United States and General Trust Corporation Ltd, 1964-73; the investment group M&G plc, 1987-97, where he was non-executive Chairman, 1991-97;  the discount house Gerrard Group plc, 1969-99, where he was Deputy Chairman, 1969-88;  Phoenix Assurance; Dun & Bradstreet, 1973-87; and NatWest, 1976-90. Money-Coutts was also Chairman of NatWest’s southern regional advisory board, 1989-92.

In 1962 Sir David joined the Board of the Middlesex Hospital, an institution with which Coutts has a long-standing connection. In 1965 Money-Coutts became Chairman of the Middlesex Hospital’s Finance Committee. He remained involved with the Middlesex until he retired as a special Trustee in 2000. Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex Hospital and the institution and its alumni network protected him until he died and then it protected his memory.

Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain’s wife Jocelyn worked at the Middlesex whilst Chamberlain concealed research fraud, the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles and the paedophile ring operating in south London of which Chamberlain’s mate Professor Oliver Brooke was a member. In 1991, when I was being denounced as dangerous by Springfield Hospital/St George’s, not only did psychiatrists at Springfield/St George’s document their knowledge of Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients, but Springfield and Wandsworth Social Services were in direct contact with Dafydd, Tony Francis and Lucille Hughes (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’).

Money-Coutts was also a member of the Kensington, Chelsea and Westminster Area Health Authority and Chairman of the Medical Schools Council. The Medical Schools Council is an organisation that represents the interests and ambitions of the 37 medical schools and one postgraduate school in the UK and the membership is made up of the Deans of the medical schools. Such as the Dean of St George’s, Professor Sir William Asscher, who spent most of his career in Cardiff concealing research fraud and the organised abuse of children and vulnerable adults and then relocated to St George’s after Oliver Brooke was convicted and continued to do exactly the same thing there (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Money-Coutts also played an active role in UCL and UCH. The Belfast paedophile child psychiatrist Dr Morris Fraser whom the GMC allowed to continue to practice after a conviction for child molestation was involved with Kincora Boys’ Home and later worked at Springfield and UCH. Sir David was in addition involved with Bloomsbury Health Authority, Mansfied College, Oxford, the Mountbatten Memorial Trust, the Church of St Martin in the Fields and the Institute of Sports and Exercise Medicine.

Sir David was the honorary Treasurer for the National Association of Almshouses, 1960-92 and remained a member of the Advisory Board for the rest of his life. Money-Coutts was a Trustee of the Multiple Sclerosis Society of Great Britain, 1967-2000 and was still President of its Reading branch in 2012. He was Chairman of the Scout Foundation and the Old Etonian Trust, 1976-01.

David Money-Coutts was Chairman, Charities Investment Managers, 1983-2000.

Money-Coutts was educated at Eton and, after National Service with the 1st The Royal Dragoons, read PPE at New College Oxford, graduating in 1954. So he’ll have been one of Lord Alan Bullock’s circle at New College, many of whom were recruited by the security services and went into politics, concealing much wrongdoing as they went about their business (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’).

Money-Coutts remained in the TA until 1967, serving with the Royal Gloucestershire Hussars.

The Torygraph’s 2012 obituary of Money-Coutts provides some morsels:

Ably assisted by his cousin and deputy chairman Lord Harrowby, Money-Coutts oversaw a transition of the business into one which kept a sharper watch on cost, profitability and internal efficiency — but also sought to maintain, through personal accessibility and attention to individual customers’ circumstances, the “soul” which one of them, the writer Osbert Sitwell, had praised in earlier times.

Tall and angular [shouldn’t that be ‘bent’ – Ed], Money-Coutts bore a distinct resemblance to his ancestor Thomas, whose statue dominated the foyer of the bank’s Strand headquarters. He also shared the characteristic of “exactness” for which Thomas was famed.

David Money-Coutts had a reserved manner and was a stickler for exactness: he described himself as “fairly pernickety … people say I ought to have been a schoolmaster”. But brusqueness disguised a genuine kindness and concern towards both customers and staff. He was a perfectionist with a practical eye: on his daily round of the bank’s departments, he would sometimes pause to repair an out-of-action item of office machinery. He was also notably unstuffy. “We are not snobs,” he once observed, “though some of our customers are.”

Symbolic of Coutts’ willingness to embrace the future during his tenure was the refurbishment of the Strand building. After a long planning battle, the final design by Sir Frederick Gibberd incorporated the first glazed atrium and internal garden in a London office complex within John Nash’s triangular scheme from 1831, famous for its “pepper pot” corners. When the Queen came to perform the official opening in 1978, Money-Coutts reminded her that his great-great-great-great-grandfather Thomas had been a Gentleman of the Privy Chamber to hers, George III.

With all those greats on both sides,” Her Majesty replied, “I do indeed agree that this is very much a family occasion.” She went on to acknowledge the wisdom of Coutts’ financial advice to royal customers over the generations, “even if they have not always been grateful for it”.

The boom years of the 1980s brought new pressures, both in risk control and in profit performance. Having previously allowed Coutts directors a high degree of autonomy, NatWest began to demand much more from them, and in 1990 a strategy was conceived in which “Coutts & Co” would become the global brand for the group’s services for high-net-worth customers.

Money-Coutts declared that this could be achieved “whilst retaining the character of a much smaller private bank”. But in the view of many observers, his retirement from the chair in 1993 marked the end of the era of benign and cautious but forward-looking dynastic management which had served Coutts and its customers so well…

David’s grandfather and uncle, respectively the 6th and 7th Lords Latymer, were directors of Coutts, but his father Alexander made a career in the Imperial Tobacco Company. David thought of following him until he was invited to join the bank after graduation in 1954. After four years’ probation, including a secondment to a City stockbrokers, he became a junior director.

He married, in 1958, Penelope Todd, who in an unguarded interview at the time of his knighthood revealed that he could cook, iron and sew — indeed, do anything domestic “except give birth” — and that although he was the “kindest, nicest man”, he had once tipped a bowl of bread and butter pudding over her head in anger.She survives him with their son and two daughters.

 

Anyone for leading another march through London whilst holding banners with slogans referencing the NHS’s commitment to equality? How about it Jezza, I’m sure that Len McCluskey will be delighted to join you.

 

Here’s Sir David Money-Coutts posing in front of wallpaper – unless it’s an al fresco – so grand that it would even make Derry Irvine feel deprived:

 

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Money-Coutts was a friend of David Malcolm Trustram Eve, 2nd Baron Silsoe QC and worshipped at the same church, All Saints Church, Rotherfield Peppard in Berkshire, where Silsoe served for some years on the Parochial Church Council. Lord David Silsoe was educated at Elm Park Preparatory School, County Armagh, Winchester College and Christ Church, Oxford and was called to the Bar in 1955. In 1963 he married Bridget Min Hart-Davis, daughter of Sir Rupert Hart-Davis and sister of Duff Hart-Davis and Adam Hart-Davis.

Rupert Hart-Davis’s first wife was Peggy Ashcroft and although they split up, they remained good friends for the rest of Ashcroft’s life. Peggy subsequently married Jeremy Hutchison, the celebrated high camp barrister who was a member of the Bloomsbury set. Hutchison might have been entertaining in court but he defended some very seedy people, including serial child molesters. The personal conduct of Jeremy and his mates towards the plebs left a lot to be desired, although they spent their careers ripping other people apart in court on the basis of their alleged moral failings (see post ‘The Village’).

Duff Hart-Davis is a journo who writes for the Indie and is the father of Alice Hart-Davis, who calls herself a ‘journalist and a skincare developer’. Does Alice perhaps write about advances in dermatology? Not really. Alice’s career highlights have included writing for ‘Vogue’ and dispensing advice on skin care for teenagers and young women. Who are of course without wrinkles and in possession of undamaged collagen so do not need advice from Alice. Nonetheless Alice has developed a range of skin care products for teenagers and judges other skin care products. So it is Alice who is responsible for those young women who approach me if I linger too long near the skin care counters and say things like ‘this repairs your DNA’ and then look at me as though I am insane when I reply ‘DNA doesn’t work like that’. Alice, I like the pots of scented face-grease myself, but please do stop telling people who have no scientific education lies about what the scented grease actually does. It smells nice and that’s about it. The ‘active liposomes’ or the sundry other things within the pots of grease do not ‘reverse ageing’ or do anything at all to one’s DNA. Indeed I would be horrified if they did do something to my DNA and I would steer well clear of them. If I wanted my DNA interfered with, I’d go for a hefty dose of radiation, not a pot of face cream.

Adam Hart-Davies is a BBC TV presenter with a PhD in chemistry. As Alice’s uncle and a science educator, surely he should tell Alice that she is spouting rubbish. And ripping off teenagers. Adam Hart-Davis is married to Dr Susan Blackmore, who back in the 1980s used to write such extraordinary stuff for the broadsheets that I am gobsmacked that she retained any academic credibility. Blackmore’s bizarre notions came under the umbrella of ‘parapsychology’, in which she did a PhD at the University of Surrey. Which is seriously weird, because Professor Vincent Marks at Surrey had a great deal to say about pseudoscience, so why he didn’t publicly critique the rubbish that Blackmore was spouting I do not know.

Blackmore’s experiments with psychokinesis and her baby daughter were mentioned in the book to accompany the TV series Arthur C. Clarke’s ‘World Of Strange Powers’. Arthur C. Clarke  grew up on a farm in Bishop’s Lydeard near Taunton and was a high profile old boy of Huish Grammar School, Taunton. Blackmore taught at the University of the West of England until 2001. I can only presume that Susan Blackmore being granted acres of media coverage discussing matters that would have resulted in undergrads failing their degrees if they had done the same and her subsequent academic career was a result of the Strange Powers of Professor Richard Gregory, the neuropsychologist at Bristol University with whom Blackmore’s first husband Tomasz Stanisław Trościanko worked for many years. Tom held Chairs at different times at Bristol, Essex and Sussex Universities and was enthusiastic about doing pretentious things which caught the attention of the sort of journos who couldn’t see through the rubbish that his wife was publishing.

Sound work leading to advances in academic theory? Whoever needs that when Tom is living in the floating harbour at Bristol or hanging out in Amsterdam and do you know, Tom and Susan have a baby daughter who is psychic!!! Yes and when Uri Geller appeared on ‘Nationwide’, everybody’s spoons bent as they lay untouched in the cutlery draw.

 

Sarah Jenkins from Tregarth near Bethesda did her degree in psychology at Bristol, in the early 1980s. Sarah’s mother was Sheila Jenkins, a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council who abused mental health patients and was a colleague of the paedophile gang. Jenkins was involved in Prof Mark Williams’s Mindfulness fraud (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Jenkins’s husband was Professor David Jenkins, who worked at UCNW when Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ran the institution.

After she graduated but before she did postgrad work, Sarah Jenkins was a tenant of Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking ring in north Wales. Wood was a graduate of the University of Bristol, as was David Hunt, who spent years of his political career in the Welsh Office concealing the trafficking gang which Wood et al were running.

 

To return to Money-Coutts’s friend David Silsoe. He followed a career in planning law and was leading counsel for the proposers in notable public inquiries, beginning with the Thorp nuclear reprocessing plant and finishing with the Heathrow airport Terminal 5 expansion inquiry. Between the two, Silsoe appeared in public inquiries for Heathrow Terminal 4, Gatwick North Terminal and Sizewell B and Hinkley Point C nuclear power stations.

 

In October 1990, Coutts and NatWest decided to strengthen their representation internationally and thus the Coutts Group was created when subsidiaries already owned by Coutts and NatWest were merged. In 2000, NatWest was purchased by the Royal Bank of Scotland (RBS), in one of the largest corporate transactions in the European banking sector.

Coutts’s website names William Waldegrave as being someone who is involved with Coutts & Co. Waldegrave was Secretary of State for Health, 1990-92, which covered the years when I and my friends were under serious attack from the paedophile gang. That was also pretty much when that Coutts cheque found its way into the bank account of the man from Somerset who didn’t like poofs but received a great deal of money to keep quiet about what a gang of paedophiles were doing to someone whom he knew.

Waldegrave’s sister, Lady Susan Hussey, was married to Marmaduke Hussey, who was Chairman of the BBC when my friends were forced out of their media careers in the early 1990s. Susan Hussey is a Lady-in-Waiting to Lilibet and Godmother to Prince William. See post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’.

 

Coutts & Co’s HQ is located in The Strand. Just down the road from the Royal Courts of Justice, where, in 1991, after my career had been ruined and after people in Somerset suddenly found that they had thousands and thousands of pounds on their hands, yet another attempt was made to imprison me by the paedophiles’ friends, on that occasion on the basis of the perjury of Drs Tony and Sadie Francis. The Francis’s used the MDU lawyers, Hempsons, the particular lawyer employed for the case being Ann Ball. Ann Ball not only knew about the criminality on the part of Francis et al, but she advised the Francis’s not to go ahead with the legal action on the grounds that they didn’t have the evidence for their allegations. They ignored Ann Ball’s advice yet she still represented them.

I was not imprisoned as the Drs Francis demanded and as I left the Royal Courts of Justice, I became tangled up with a demo being staged on behalf of Sara Thorton. Sara was been imprisoned for murdering her husband Malcolm and her appeal was being heard on the day that the associates of a gang of paedophiles tried to have me imprisoned after lying on oath. Sara didn’t win her appeal that day, but she was released on appeal at a later date. The Thornton case was a feminist cause celebre at the time and it was one of Helena Kennedy’s triumphs. St Helena worked with Professor Nigel Eastman at St George’s Hospital and was a member of Took’s Court Chambers with Michael Mansfield (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). I wrote to Mansfield about what was happening to me in north Wales in 1993 and Mansfield sent me a one-line reply.

In those days St Helena was involved with WISH, a charity dedicated to helping women in secure hospitals. Most of those women were in those institutions because they had dared tell people that they had been abused as kids in care or in the mental health system. I am not aware that WISH took one case on behalf of a woman on these grounds and they certainly didn’t speak out about these matters. They focused their efforts on women like Sara Thornton, who had been involved in violent domestic incidents or who had been on the receiving end of sexual violence from people other than welfare professionals. WISH knew that Jimmy Savile was sexually assaulting women in Broadmoor – it is thought that two women killed themselves at Broadmoor as a direct consequence of Savile’s actions – but they said not a word. See post ‘Close Your Eyes And Make A WISH’ for further details of this prize bunch of lame hypocrites.

 

St Helena signing The Convention on Modern Liberty in January 2009.
St Helena has been married to Top Doctor Iain Hutchison since 1986. Iain’s Top Doctor colleagues really like St Helena. She is an Honorary Fellow of both the Royal College of Psychiatrists and the Royal College of Paediatrics and Child Health and Helena was entrusted to Chair the Human Genetics Commission (1998-07) and the Royal Colleges of Pathologists’ and of Pædiatrics’ Inquiry into Sudden Infant Death. Helena is the President of Medical Aid for Palestinians and Patron of SafeHands for Mothers, a UK-based charity ‘whose mission is to improve maternal and newborn health by harnessing the power of the visual, through the production of films’.
Among many other things, St Helena is or was:
  • President of the Board the Governors of  SOAS; Chair, JUSTICE; Chair of the Board of Governors for the United World College of the Atlantic (the paedophiles’ friend the Baroness of Ely is involved with this organisation, indeed I expect the Baroness of Ely invited St Helena onto the Board); Chancellor of Oxford Brookes University, 1994–01; Chancellor of Sheffield Hallam University, appointed in 2018; President of the National Children’s Bureau, 1998–2005, (George Thomas the Molester of the Valleys also did a stint as President of the NCB); Member of the World Bank Institute’s External Advisory Council; Vice-President of the Haldane Society, which contains all the other Radical Lawyers who have studiously ignored the organised abuse of children and vulnerable adults; Patron, Liberty, which as NCCL campaigned for paedophiles’ rights; Patron, UNLOCK, The National Association of Ex-Offenders; Patron, Rights Watch; Chair, Howard League’s Commission of Inquiry into Violence in Penal Institutions for Young People (the final report, Banged Up, Beaten Up, Cutting Up, published in 1995; Chair, Reading Borough Council’s Commission of Inquiry into the health, environmental and safety aspects of the Atomic Weapons Establishment at Aldermaston (final report Secrecy versus Safety, published in 1994).
  • St Helena is also Patron, Burma Campaign UK, the London-based group campaigning for human rights and democracy in Burma. I get the impression that a Strong Woman is not listening to St Helena.

 

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 Dining at the House of Lords:
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St Helena Chaired the Power Commission (November 2005 – March 2006), which examined the problem of democratic disengagement in the UK. St Helena was subsequently Chair of Power 2010, which aimed to carry forward the concepts behind the Power Commission into the UK 2010 General Election.
So St Helena, why did you conclude that such a large proportion of the Great British Public see no point in voting any more? Or are there a few more lunches and Commissions needed before you can answer that particular question?
I’m glad to say that St Helena is following the Top Docs’ advice and is getting her Five A Day, thus avoiding working class past-times such as obesity. St Helena won’t be Wasting The NHS’s Valuable Resources.

 

‘As part of a programme to increase public engagement with Parliament the House of Commons are pleased to offer the opportunity to dine in the magnificent surroundings of the Palace of Westminster’s principal dining rooms, the Members’ Dining Room and the Strangers’ Dining Room, where seasonal ingredients from across the United Kingdom are paired with sublime presentation and elegance.’

 

The good fortune enjoyed by so many who knew what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al began in the late 1980s, but by the time that John Major had his feet under the table at Number 10, they really were doing well for themselves. Whilst people tried to set fire to my house. So I’m trying to find out more concerning the backgrounds and activities of those in Gov’t at the time, because, after all, having an account at Coutts is a minority sport, not even your average Top Doc stretches to that.

 

I’ve nearly finished reading John Major’s autobiography and I’m just about to read ‘Guilty Men: Conservative Decline and Fall, 1992-97’, written by Hywel Williams. Williams is an historian who was John Redwood’s Chief of Staff, 1993-97, so his time working for Redwood spanned Redwood’s years as Secretary of State for Wales, 27 May, 1993-26 June, 1995. Williams’s time as Redwood’s Chief of Staff also covered the shenanigans and musical chairs in the Welsh Office over the June/July 1995, when lies were told about Dafydd retiring and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh closing down, the four days in July 1995 which saw the deaths of corrupt Home Office Drugs Branch mandarin Bing Spear who had been so good to Dafydd for so many years (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’) as well as Sir Peter Morrison, days before Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University. Then there was Nicola Davies QC’s 2005 review of the police paperwork regarding the abuse of children in north Wales – all the paperwork from 1989 onward was missing – and the subsequent announcement and the beginning of the Waterhouse Inquiry… Not to mention those years when there were serial attempts to have me incarcerated on the basis of no evidence at all, years which coincided with the dead bodies of so many kids in care and mental health patients turning up in north Wales.

 

I haven’t read Hywel’s book yet, but a review stated that ‘This is the story of an incompetent government, a petulant prime minister and an arrogant political party’. It was also a Gov’t which knowingly played an active role in the most serious crime. It was stated that ‘Much of the publicity this book attracted…was for its more colourful aspects, such as the Tory whips trying to discover sexual indiscretions…’.

 

It was mentioned in the review of Williams’s book that Peter Lilley had a house in Normandy. In the late 1980s/early 90s there was a trade in houses in Normandy on the part of one estate agent in Bangor. A man called Tony Myers suddenly filled his advertising space with places in Normandy. Myers was the only estate agent in Bangor to do this, everyone else just continued advertising properties in north Wales. Myers was very unpopular in the Bangor area, both among other estate agents and a cross-section of local people. His business practices were said to be so questionable that people were loathe to deal with him. He was ex-Royal Navy and was described to me as being ‘very English and very patronising to women’ – by a middle-class English person. Myers didn’t ever do much work, he sat in his shop puffing on a pipe in the accompany of a very similar old boy with whom he was friends and they sneered at the world going past. I later found out that one of the few people in Bangor with whom Myers was very friendly was a Lieutenant Col who lived locally.

Myers did manage to sell his Normandy properties. He sold them to the more affluent residents of Gwynedd as second homes – a number of them were flogged off to the paedophiles’ friends, including a number of paedophiles’ friends who were involved in campaigning against second home ownership in north Wales. It was at this time that Dafydd was holding ‘clinics’ in France – including in Brittany, not a million miles away from Normandy. John Allen owned a villa in France to which kids in care were taken on ‘holidays’.

Peter Lilley was Secretary of State for Social Security, April 1992-May 1997, who at the 1992 Tory Party Conference sung his now famous ditty – an adaption of the Lord High Executioner’s ‘little list’ song from ‘The Mikado’ by Gilbert and Sullivan – about the people on his own ‘little list’, whom he was going to shaft. The roll call was the usual one, single mothers, people on benefit etc. At the time even Tories commented that Lilley had left a bad taste in the mouth, because of the growing number of sickness benefit claimants. I knew them Lilley, those allegedly living high on the hog sometimes didn’t have enough money for the bus fare into Bangor from Bethesda and were having their lives destroyed by a gang of paedophiles who were causing havoc in north Wales. Which you knew about and concealed.

Some time after Lilley burst into song, during public debate regarding high profile Tory politicians who were gay but refusing to admit it, it was Michael Portillo and Peter Lilley who were named most frequently. Portillo eventually fessed up to being ‘bisexual’ but Lilley maintained that he was the target of wicked lies and that for him, homosexuality was about as appealing as ‘eating cardboard’.

When I lived in Bethesda, I knew a couple of gay men who found north Wales so repressed that they used to head off to gay clubs in Manchester and London. It’s OK Peter, they weren’t on benefit!! They had family money, like so many members of your own party who frothed at the mouth at the thought of kids who’s youth had been spent being raped and battered in the children’s homes of north Wales living it up on benefit in a council flat in Wrexham, which they only secured if they were lucky and had been on a long waiting list. Even then, Mark Humphreys was found hanging from the stairwell after he gave evidence against Superintendent Gordon Anglesea in court. Because he killed himself as a result  of ‘not being believed’. Not because he was murdered you understand. When I asked the gays from Bethesda who the unidentified gay Tories were, I was told without hesitation, ‘Michael Portillo and Peter Lilley’. The two men whom I knew saw Portillo in the clubs that they were frequenting.

When William Hague led the Tory Party, Lilley was Deputy Leader. William who organised the Waterhouse Inquiry, which concealed the bastards who murdered Mark Humphreys.

 

Hywel Williams observed in his book that politics no longer dealt with the ‘great issues’ and that ‘MPs of all parties were being drawn from a narrower and more homogenous pool of apparatchiks. The outcome, the professionalisation of politics, created a small and isolated political class’. Curiously, Williams believed that ‘the one ray of hope had been when Ken Clarke and Redwood joined forces for the leadership. Michael Heseltine, who helped broker this move, hailed “a historic moment in the history of the Conservative Party. It is the end of years of conflict”. ‘Guardian’ columnist Hugo Young noted a ‘sighting of the Conservative Party we used to know and fear. Ideas, it turns out, matter less than hatred, calculation and power’. It was not to be. Hague was elevated to the leadership, leading Williams to conclude that ‘the Tories in the 1990s mislaid the idea that government was national rather than partisan’.

 

Redwood, Clarke, Heseltine and Hague were all extensively involved with concealing the wrongdoing in north Wales and at St George’s, including that directly related to my own case. My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ describes how Heseltine’s support for Westland, a helicopter company in Yeovil, was related to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and how people known to me benefited. I will be blogging more about Heseltine’s activities soon.

 

However, I will now discuss someone who has so far escaped scrutiny on this blog  – David Evans, Conservative MP for Welwyn Hatfield, 1987-97, who was John Redwood’s PPS in 1993.

David Evans was born in Edmonton, London. Edmonton was the home of Deborah Everard, the technician at St George’s Hospital Medical School who was a member of MSF and gained knowledge of the serious wrongdoing on the part of senior members of staff and used it to her own advantage. Everard was a Tory councillor in Edmonton.

Evans came from a working class background and attended Tottenham Technical College. As a youngster Evans showed promise as a footballer and cricketer and played for Aston Villa between 1950 and 1954. He also played for Gloucestershire County Cricket Club and Warwickshire County Cricket Club.

In 1960 Evans borrowed £500 to found his own industrial cleaning company, Exclusive Office Cleaning, which later became Brengreen Holdings. He sold this for £32 million in 1986. Four years later, in 1990, he formed Broadreach, another industrial cleaning company, of which he was chairman for 12 years.

From November 1984 to 15 June 1989, David Evans was the Chairman of Luton Town Football Club. The Club played in the Football League First Division during Evans’ tenure as Chairman and he presided over a controversial membership-only scheme for fans under which only members were allowed to attend matches at the Club’s home ground and away supporters were banned from the stadium. Evans served on the Club’s board of Directors from 1976 to 22 May 1990 when he resigned.

Evans was also Chairman of the Lord’s Taverners, along with being a member of the Finance and Administration Sub-Committee, 1981–1986 and a member of the General Committee (1985–86) of Middlesex County Cricket Club. As a cricketer, Evans represented Hertfordshire in the Minor Counties Championship between 1967 and 1968, made two Gillette Cup appearances for the team in 1969. He also made two appearances for Club Cricket Conference, the first in 1973 and the second in 1974.

Shortly before losing his seat, in early March 1997 Evans attracted controversy over remarks in an interview by sixth-formers at Stanborough School for a school magazine in which he referred to his opponent as a ‘single girl’ (she was 42 years old at the time) with ‘bastard children’ and claimed that the Birmingham Six were guilty and had ‘killed hundreds’ before being caught, as well as making remarks considered racist, such as asking how the sixth-formers would feel if their daughter was raped by ‘some black bastard’. There is no record of Evans asking the students how they would feel if they were abducted by a crazed old psychiatrist and kept in a dungeon because he wanted to have sex with them and then coerce them into sex work with unsavoury but wealthy people, some of whom David Evans knew personally.

The Birmingham Six won substantial damages from Evans in July 1998, who thereafter apologised for what he had said and promised never to repeat it.

After Evans lost his seat in Parliament, he continued to manage his industrial cleaning business, the Broadreach Group, which he sold in May 2002 for around £17 million. David Evans died on 22 October 2008, of pulmonary fibrosis.

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Nicky Fairbairn’s boss and umbrella throughout Nicky’s time dropping every clanger that would have ensured that someone less ‘charming’ ended up in the dock was the Lord Advocate, Lord Mackay of Clashfern. James Mackay later became Lord Chancellor, 1987-97, under Thatch and then Major, succeeding paedophiles’ friend Lord Michael Havers (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). James Mackay carried on Havers’s honourable tradition, making the multi-talented Patricia Scotland one of the youngest QCs to have ever stalked the earth. Scotland’s advocacy skills were put to good use during the Waterhouse Inquiry, when she acted as Counsel for the Welsh Office, cross examining the victims of multiple sexual assaults so aggressively that some of them collapsed. Patsy hadn’t been intimidating on behalf of the Welsh Office for more than a few months when Blair made her a people’s peer. One of the first people’s peers appointed! For details of the many abusive, slippery crooks with whom Patsy has hobnobbed, see posts ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland QC Was On Board As Well!’, ‘More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends’ and ‘Even More About Baroness Patricia Scotland QC’.

 

On 27 April 2007, the Scottish Executive announced that Lilibet had appointed Lord Mackay as the Lord Clerk Register, replacing the Earl of Wemyss and March aka David Charteris, a flunkey of Lilibet’s, who featured in a recent blog post.

The Lord Clerk Register is one of the Commissioners of the Regalia, under a Royal Warrant of 1818, responsible for the Honours of Scotland. In practice this responsibility was delegated to a deputy, then to the Queen’s and Lord Treasurer’s Remembrancer and now to Historic Scotland. In 1996 the Commissioners were given additional responsibility for the Stone of Destiny under another Royal Warrant. The role of Lord Clerk Register is combined with the role of Keeper of the Signet, which was given to the Lord Clerk Register in 1817.

It all sounds a bit Arthurian.

 Howard Pyle’s 1905 illustration for The Story of the Champions of the Round Table
 

“Therefore he cried out with a loud voice and seized the enchantress by her long golden hair, and drew her so violently forward that she fell down upon her knees.”

 

Mackay could perhaps be criticised for doing so much to assist murderous sex offenders, but all can be forgiven when one realises how high his standards are generally. Mackay was raised a member of the Free Presbytarian Church of Scotland; as an adult he was an elder of the Church. The Church forbids its members to attend Roman Catholic religious services; nevertheless Mackay attended two Catholic funeral masses for members of the judiciary. Following the second mass Mackay was called before a Church synod where he denied that he had broken the church’s prohibition of showing ‘support for the doctrine of Roman Catholicism’, saying ‘I went there purely with the purpose of paying my respects to my dead colleagues.’ The Church suspended Mackay as an elder and withdrew his right to take Holy Communion. The synod met again in Glasgow in 1989 to review the decision; the fractious meeting asked Mackay to undertake not to attend further Catholic services, but he announced ‘I have no intention of giving any such undertaking as that for which the synod has asked’ and later withdrew from the Church. The dispute precipitated a schism, leading to the formation of the Associated Presbytarian Church. Mackay did not, however, initially join the new communion, but now worships with their Inverness congregation.

As a Presbyterian, Mackay was a firm believer in moderation. At a gathering for the Faculty of Advocates, Mackay had laid on a spread of tea and toast, complete with a tiny pot of honey. One of the lawyers in attendance contemplated the pot and remarked, ‘I see your Lordship keeps a bee.’ Mackay is also the Honorary President of the Scottish Bible Society. He supported the Society’s programme to send a bible to every court in Scotland and wrote in support of ‘The Bible in Scots Law’, a pamphlet it distributed to Scottish lawyers which described the Bible as a ‘foundational source book for Scotland’s legal system’. Mackay is a strict sabbatarian, refusing to work or travel on a Sunday, or even to give an interview if there is a chance it could be rebroadcast on the sabbath.

Lord Mackay: I understand that it can be argued that there are sound theological and historical reasons for observing the Sabbath, although it is rare these days, but I’m not aware of any theological justification for assisting a gang of paedophiles who murdered witnesses. Feel free to leave a comment on this blog if you’d like to explain your rationale.

 

Lord Mackay sits as a Conservative in the Lords. He assumed office on 6 July 1979. Jeremy Thorpe and his co-accused were cleared on all charges of conspiracy/incitement to kill Norman Scott on 22 June 1979. See post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’.

Can someone please just find some piece of legislation to remove James Mackay from public office permanently. He has done more than enough damage.

 

 

We are told in one of Evans’s obituaries that to say ‘that the colourful character which was David Evans was a man of strong views would be to understate the case. There was probably no one more contemptuous of the wiles of the spin doctor or of the whispered back-stabbing in the corridors of Westminster…Evans said what he thought, in plain terms, without fear and damn the consequences. ‘Do-gooding’ liberals, teenage thugs, proselytising homosexuals and those among the unemployed who showed no diligence in looking for work were among those who felt the lash of his tongue.’

But not a bunch of highly paid Top Doctors running a sex abuse gang it would seem and the many other highly paid professional people who assisted them, although David Evans definitely knew of their crimes.

Evans also suggested that the cat-o’-nine-tails should be used on football hooligans. He supported the return of capital punishment and declared that the way to deal with rapists was to castrate them. Evidence from the US demonstrated that when that was done, the castrated sex offenders simply carried out horrifically violent non-sexual crimes instead. However, it is remarkable that for a man with such strong views on sex offenders, David Evans said nothing about Dafydd et al at all. Neither did he utter a word about the layers of people concealing their crimes, which included the gang rape of children.

Evans believed that Britons had become ‘more and more lazy since the Second World War’. The kids in care and service users of north Wales hadn’t, they were forced to labour for no or very little pay in local businesses in Bangor, which were owned by the friends of the bleeding-heart liberal social workers. One business which benefited from the services of a young learning disabled woman who, in 1994 or thereabouts, was the British Hotel in Bangor. She was forced to do the washing up there for five hours a day for the sum of 30p/hour. I found out about this because I and some friends were sitting near her on the bus one day when she was crying with fear at the thought of going to the British Hotel again. We asked her what was wrong and heard the whole sorry story. Her ’employment’ was completely illegal and she feared physical violence from the social worker if she refused. She said that when she felt this bad she would sing to keep her spirits up. So she started singing and one of the people whom I was with started singing with her. The driver of the bus stopped the bus and told us all to shut up or he’d chuck us off the bus.

‘We didn’t know’.

Yes you did, you just didn’t give a fuck.

 

Cledwyn Williams, Trustee and Vice Chair, CAIS

Cledwyn Williams

From 1983 to 1996 Cledwyn was Assistant Director of Social Services, responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. He was responsible for developing services for people with learning disabilities for the education, health & social services group. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.

 

The Torygraph’s obituary of David Evans tells us that ‘he had his heavyweight champions in the party, not only Margaret Thatcher but also Michael Portillo and John Redwood (it was Evans who persuaded Redwood to challenge John Major in the 1995 leadership contest and became his campaign manager)’.

David Evans is dead. John Redwood is not. Do you have any explanation for events in north Wales when you were Welsh Secretary Mr Redwood?

 

Many of his friends believed that David Evans would have made an excellent minister for sport. As it was, Evans was PPS to the Ministers for Industry, 1990–91, Corporate Affairs, 1991–92 and Local Government, 1992–93, as well as to John Redwood as Secretary of State for Wales in 1993. Who was the Secretary of State for Trade and Industry when David Evans was a PPS in that Dept? Peter Lilley. Lilley did such a good job at the DTI that Major then let him loose in the Dept pf Social Security, April 1992-May 1997. Where Lilley ignored all the complaints and evidence regarding the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang. Alison Taylor had contacted Lilley’s predecessor Tony Newton herself in 1988, told him that children in care were being abused and described a brutal assault that she had witnessed. But then Alison had told Thatch in Jan 1987 that kids in care in north Wales were being abused. Alison also wrote to Carlo. His office wrote back and said that he could not get involved. Although Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW, where Wood, Dafydd and others were facilitating the trafficking ring.

Evans resigned as Redwood’s PPS to win election to the Executive of the 1922 Committee, on which he served, 1993-97. He was also a member of the Select Committee on Deregulation, 1995–97.

Evans’s cleaning business, the Broadreach Group, established in 1990, had contracts with high street retailers such as Sainsbury’s, Homebase and Comet and was sold to MacLellan in 2002 for around £17 million.

Evans’s early interest in cricket never dimmed. As well as being a member of the Council of Lord’s Taverners from 1978-96 and its Chairman from 1982-84, he was also a member of the Marylebone Cricket Club (MCC), historically the governing body of the sport and still the guardian of the laws of the game.

 

John Major really loved cricket as well, it was one of the few things outside of work in which he really took an interest, so much so that people used to grumble about him disappearing to watch the cricket or to keep up with the results. In 2005 Major was appointed to the committee of the MCC. My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ describes how a farming family who were friendly with those whose fortunes took an inexplicable turn for the better after they got to know members of the Dangerous Sports Club somehow raised a great deal of money to transform their Somerset mixed farm into an equestrian centre. No-one knew how, because the investment could not have been raised just on the security of the land. The farmers concerned had never taken an interest in horses and they had been so luke-warm about the farm which they had inherited that they always employed a manager to run absolutely everything. The owner of the farm, Michael Hill, did enjoy the cricket though. In 1996 he became President of Somerset County Cricket Club. Just in time for the Waterhouse Inquiry. Michael remained as President until 2003. By which time the people still yelling ‘Waterhouse was a massive cover-up’ were simply ignored.

Jeffrey Archer was a member of the MCC as well, although in Oct 2002, whilst in prison, Archer was suspended from the MCC for seven years. Not that Baron Archer of Weston-super-Mareof Mark in the County of Somerset lost his peerage or his many mates in the Tory Party. My post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ named Janet Mitchell, with whom I used to play when young, as someone who had done very well out of Michael Heseltine laying down his life for Westland in 1986. Janet lives at Mark in Somerset. She purchased a farmhouse there many years ago when her career took off like a rocket, at the same time as a few others who knew what was happening to me in north Wales became so rich.

 

My post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’ details the links between Tuppence and Lady Mary and Dafydd and the gang. When I finally received copies of my medical records, I discovered that a letter that I had written in 1987 which contained comments about one of the witnesses who gave evidence against Tuppence at the 1987 libel trial in which Tuppence perjured himself had been read by someone who had carefully underlined every comment that I had made about the person who gave evidence against Tuppence. There was no indication of who had done it, but my correspondence had all been sent to Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer in the Welsh Office, who invoked court action against me on so many occasions yet admitted that there was no evidence for the allegations that were made about me.

 

 

Previous posts have detailed the leading role played by Lord David Hunt throughout his long career in assisting Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. I found a snippet from BBC News Wales Online from 15 March 2017 earlier today that had previously escaped me. In March 2017, David Hunt told his fellow peers whilst giving evidence to a Lords committee on Brexit that when he was Secretary of State for Wales, he tried to have control of policing devolved in the early 1990s, but failed ‘despite Cabinet backing’. David Hunt told the Lords that he ‘was up against a machine’ when he tried to get policing devolved. It’s certainly an interesting view for Hunt to take – because the witnesses to Dafydd et al’s wrongdoing were up against a killing machine that was substantially orchestrated and kept in motion by Lord David Hunt.

Hunt stated that the then Home Secretary Ken Clarke agreed to hand control of policing to the Welsh Office, but poor little Hunt came up against the machine ‘and it never happened’. Hunt explained how, in the days before the Welsh Assembly, he had sought to secure more powers for the UK Gov’ts Welsh Office which he ran under PMs Thatcher and Major, 1990-93. Hunt also returned as Welsh Secretary for a grand total of eight days between 26 June 1995 – 5 July 1995, when those little local difficulties concerning Dafydd’s non-retirement and the non-closure of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh were sorted out, but Hunt didn’t remind the peers of that. Or of the corpses of Bing Spear and Peter Morrison that were found – to great relief – a few days after Hunt handed over as Welsh Secretary to William Hague. Neither did Hunt mention the letter unlawfully dismissing Brown from his job which arrived a few days after Bing and Morrison were safely found dead. Meanwhile, back at the ranch in north Wales, evidence was planted and untruthful statements about me and my alleged doings were being dutifully collected by the MDU and Hempsons.

 

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Despite Hunt’s agreement with Ken Clarke – Home Secretary, April 1992-May 1993 – Hunt said: ‘Nothing seemed to happen for six months. I chased Ken and he said ‘oh sorry’. Lord Hunt said there was an ‘almost automatic reflex action’ to say ‘far better to leave it where it is’.

At the time, the North Wales Police were riddled with corruption and were in the process of investigating the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. The Chief Constable of North Wales refused to co-operate and the investigation was stopped in 1993, with the conclusion that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring. However there had been thousands of statements taken and hundreds of complaints of sexual assault and physical violence against social workers, ‘carers’ and others had been made by residents and former residents of children’s homes in north Wales. A file was sent to the CPS but no charges followed.

The North Wales Police were ably assisted in their corrupt practices by other forces, including the West Midlands, South Wales, Greater Manchester, Merseyside, the Met, South Yorkshire, the RUC and others (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). So someone in Westminster was keen to retain control over the North Wales Police rather than hand the management of the force over to the corrupt Welsh Office. Not that the person blocking devolution will have been concerned about the corruption at the Welsh Office, because the North Wales Police and its helpers were all endemically corrupt as well. Policing is the responsibility of the Home Office.

 

King’s Cross, London, Nov 1987. Not Cardiff.

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So Ken Clarke, why were you so desperate to retain control over the police force which was fitting me up repeatedly and facilitating a sex trafficking ring, which we were constantly told didn’t exist and then when Sir Ronnie Waterhouse admitted that it did, he stressed that it only existed within the confines of north Wales and merely consisted of a few lowly sheep shaggers? Could your barrister’s brain possibly find a way of explaining matters? Take your time, you can down a few pints, consume a few curries, smoke some more cigars. I mean scores of people died but they died a very long time ago now, including when you were Health Minister, then Health Secretary, then Home Secretary, as well as during those years when you worked as a barrister. On the Midlands Circuit. It covers Leicester. Greville Janner lived there and his constituency was there as well. Greville the barrister, you might have heard of him. A great many people claimed that he molested them when they were children and he was interviewed under caution in the early 1990s. Nothing came of it, although Greville was accompanied to his interview by his solicitor Sir David Napley who was so sure that Greville would be charged that he retained George Carman QC.

Sir David Napley was Jeremy Thorpe’s solicitor and Carman acted for Thorpe at his trial. Obviously a winning team Ken!

 

 

Even if Ken and his fine legal brain – which was good enough to persuade tobacco companies to pay him a great deal of money to advise them as to how to escape the consequences of their unethical practices – did somehow fail to notice what was going on in north Wales, the consequences of the region’s entire welfare system being rigged to facilitate a huge sex trafficking ring with international connections were so dire that they would have been evident to anyone taking even a brief look at the datasets collected by Gov’t.

To those of us at the coal face it was blindingly obvious that something was terribly wrong. There was barely a healthcare system, let alone a mental healthcare system, in north Wales. All the local hospitals were known to be lethal and Top Doctors and their families did not use them themselves. The Angels did, but the Angels avoided certain practitioners like the plague and never said a word against anyone in public for fear of the consequences. The health outcomes in north Wales were terrible on every dimension: sky high mortality rates for every condition; the highest suicide rates in the UK, women completely unable to access legal abortions and being forced to go to private clinics in Chester and vulnerable women and teenagers not having this option simply gave birth to children whom they could not care for; babies dying or sustaining brain damage during botched deliveries again and again; dreadful outcomes for routine surgical procedures. No part of healthcare in north Wales functioned properly.

Then there were the concerns about the schools in Gwynedd. It was always wrapped up in a cloak of the battle between ‘Welsh and English’, but certain kids were being abandoned, not because of their language or nationality, but because a bloody paedophile gang was in operation, so a highly nepotistic system of cronyism had evolved to protect the more fortunate kids from the gang. Likewise, an informal network of extended family carers had developed, because people would do anything to avoid their children having to go into care if they were unable to look after them.

Thus onto the ‘child protection’ system in north Wales. Didn’t anyone ask why this huge rural region with bugger all infrastructure and dreadful healthcare and a very patchy education service was full of children’s homes? There were dozens and dozens of them. They kept closing down and immediately reopening under different names, yet the owners remained the same, as did the staff. A lot of the homes were hidden away in woods and mountains, miles away from anywhere.  The kids inside didn’t even know where they were, they couldn’t pronounce the name of the nearest village and they simply weren’t told the name of their place of residence. Hundreds and hundreds of kids, non-Welsh speaking urban children, from Birmingham, from London, from Newcastle, from Liverpool, from Manchester, all disappearing into the hills of north Wales. The locals knew that they were there, but were all told the same thing – it’s a ‘home for naughty boys’, don’t speak to them if they come to your house because they’ll burgle you. And some of the really bad ones have raped people.’ It wasn’t true, but it ensured that if the ‘naughty boys’ tried to run away after being repeatedly buggered and raped, no local would dare speak to them let alone help them.

Even the Waterhouse Report admitted that the North Wales Police records showed hundreds of ‘absconsions’ from children’s homes. These were children running away from rapists. The police took them back. Some of the kids ran to police stations to report assaults on them and were arrested themselves for trivial trumped up offences.

The same MO applied to the inmates of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Everyone was told that they were ‘dangerous mental patients’ so people were too frightened to help them. The vast majority of patients at Denbigh were not in the least bit dangerous, because the Angels and Top Docs were frightened of dangerous patients and refused to treat them. The biggest laugh at Denbigh was the police returning patients who had ‘escaped’ – we were all held there illegally, so no-one was ‘escaping’. The police were simply assisting Dafydd in illegally imprisoning people.

There was no winning with them. If you remained silent about the horrors, you were told that you were happy and ‘benefiting’ from Dafydd et al. If you complained you were ‘ranting’, even if the complaint was clearly articulated and in no way a rant. If you systematically – as I did – logged every breach of the law and abuse and who was involved, then that just showed that you were ‘obsessed’ and a ‘vexatious complainant’.

People attempting suicide were never in despair, they only ever did so as a hysterical gesture or out of ‘ire’ no less. Everyone was described on their medical records as ‘aggressive, volatile and excitable’ because that was the only way that the huge quantities of liquid coshes uniformly prescribed to everyone before they had even seen the lowliest of a Top Doctor could have been justified. Furthermore, people’s ‘diagnoses’ had been written on their notes before they even entered the hospital building.

Get over it everyone – they were running a ruthless trafficking gang and once you had been identified as fodder, no-one saw you in any other way. Personal records and information on patients was searched to identify anyone likely to ask questions and these people were then neutralised. In my case they were paid huge amounts of money to smear me if I ever went public about what had happened or to remain silent if I was imprisoned or found dead. The close friends of mine who would never have succumbed to such measures came under attack as much as I did. Anne was killed, there were attempts to kill Brown and his brother and other friends were ruined and left without careers or credibility.

Children went to north Wales children’s homes and were never seen again and the same happened to patients who were sent to Denbigh.

I mentioned in my post ‘Include Me Out’ that the ‘hospital wing’ at Risley Remand Centre provided virtually no treatment for anything, but there was a visiting clap clinic. This was a ‘hospital wing’ which was run by Dafydd and contained mostly teenagers who had been in care, sometimes teenagers under 15 yrs old. A pox doctor was prioritised above anything else. I know why, it was because the screws didn’t want a dose when they had sex with the teenagers and Dafydd and the Angels didn’t want to be infected when the inmates were unlawfully transferred back to Denbigh.

If anyone knows who the visiting pox specialist at Risley was, please do tell me. I wonder if it was the celebrity clap doctor who treated Dafydd himself or indeed George Thomas aka Viscount Tonypandy in 1984, when Leo Abse had to tell a pack of lies to the press because George Thomas had contracted a dose and thought that his political career would be over when the news became public (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

My point here is that those holding roles in the UK Statistics Authority would have noticed from numerous angles that something terrible was happening in north Wales. Until I began researching for this blog, I had always presumed that people with responsibilities in the UK Statistics Authority would be statisticians and very competent ones at that. So imagine my surprise when I noticed that a popular move for people who had successfully concealed the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends was to then join the UK Statistics Authority. I realised immediately why it would be so useful to so many people to have paedophiles’ friends sitting on the UK Statistics Authority, but again, being naive I assumed that people occupying such roles would be good enough at stats to use them in complex ways to mislead. I’m delighted to report that in many cases, no-one had ever bothered to go to such lengths. As in the case of Rhiannon and Chris Whitaker, upon who’s statistical abilities great swathes of healthcare research at Bangor University has pivoted upon for the last 25 years yet who were happy to announce world shattering miraculous discoveries on samples of three, one of which isn’t in the least bit relevant to whatever they are researching anyway (see post ‘they Think It’s All Over – It Is Now’), one doesn’t need to know that much about statistics to sit on the UK Statistics Authority. In fact it’s probably an advantage if one doesn’t, because one can then be told any old guff by the small number of Gov’t appointed and paid statisticians who are working on the datasets and one will not feel obliged to ask questions.

 

A quick look at the website of the UK Statistics Authority reveals that the Chair of the UK Statistics Authority is Sir David Norgrove, who was appointed by Lilibet in March 2017, ‘following open competition, and with parliamentary approval’.

Sir David Norgrove is ‘an English businessman and Gov’t official’. He was the first chair of the Pensions Regulator and is the current Chair of PensionsFirst, the Family Justice Board and the Low Pay Commission.

Norgrove was educated at Christ’s Hospital School – it’s just been at the centre of a sexual abuse scandal – and at Exeter College, Oxford, where he did a history degree. Norgrove then did a diploma in economics at Cambridge University and a Masters in economics at the LSE.

Norgrove started his career as an economist at HM Treasury, 1972–85, where his time included a secondment to the First National Bank of Chicago. Norgrove was Private Secretary to Thatch, 1985-88. So he worked for Thatch when Alison Taylor told her that kids in care were being abused and when Thatch was warned repeatedly that Jimmy Savile’s ‘private life’ was likely to blow up in everyone’s faces if he was given a knighthood. Thatch continued to entertain Savile at Chequers at Christmas and lobby for him to be knighted. Norgrove was working for Thatch when she was told that Peter Morrison was holding sex parties with young boys.

In 1988 Sir David joined Marks & Spencer, where he held several positions: From 1988–99 he was Director of Europe; Worldwide franchising; Menswear and Strategy. In September 1999 Norgrove became Chairman of Marks & Spencer’s Ventures Division and a year later he was appointed to the executive board as Executive director for Strategy, International and Ventures. Marks & Spencer have been highly supportive of associates and umbrellas of Dafydd through the years. It was M&S who offered Sir Martin Roth a massive loan in order for Roth to purchase a grandiose building in Belgravia to house the Royal College of Psychiatrists, although the Royal College was penniless, could not possibly afford their palatial residence and ended up moving out at a later point (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). The widow of Lord Sieff was generous in her support of causes close to the paedophiles’ friends’ hearts.

 

Norgrove was heavily involved in the early recovery of Marks and Spencer but in Jan 2004 he was fired from his role as Director of clothing following poor Christmas sales. He continued in his position as Chair of the Trustees of the Marks & Spencer pension fund until later in the year, playing a role in the attempt by Philip Green to acquire the company.

In March 2004 Sir David was appointed to the Board of the British Museum, later becoming Deputy Chairman. In Nov 2009 Norgrove became the Chairman of the British Museum Friends, retiring as a Trustee in 2012.

Norgrove was appointed first Chair of the Pensions Regulator, 2005-10 and subsequently named one of the hundred most influential people in the capital markets by Financial News. In May 2009 Norgrove became Chairman of the Low Pay Commission. He is also a member of the Finance Committee of Amnesty International UK.

David Norgrove Chaired the Family Justice Review in 2011–12. This recommended substantial changes to speed up public law proceedings (cases concerning the protection of children) and to help family justice operate better as a system. In private law (divorce and separation) it recommended changes to help couples avoid the need to undertake court proceedings, for example via increased use of mediation. Most media attention was paid to a recommendation that there should not be legislation to create a presumption around parental involvement in children’s lives after separation. This was controversial particularly with Fathers’ groups and has been interpreted by some as a recommendation that fathers should not have equal rights to children.

In 2012, Norgrove was appointed as first Chair of the Family Justice Board, which brings together the main agencies involved in family justice to promote change and reform of the system.

Norgrove is married to Jenny and they have two daughters and a son. He is a millionaire and lives in Islington and Combe [Berkshire].

Norgrove was knighted in the 2016 New Year Honours for services to the low paid and the family justice system. Over the last couple of days the Welsh media have published a list of companies which have systematically underpaid their employees to such an extent that the law has been broken. Employees have discovered that they are thousands and thousands of pounds. Now wait for the companies to refuse to pay their staff what is owed and for the staff to be unable to afford legal redress. As for the family justice system which Norgrove reviewed, there are now so many children being taken into care that the system cannot cope with them. It has been demonstrated that in many cases children have been removed from their parents and put up for adoption simply because the parents have become homeless or temporarily too ill to look after them. Children are now being removed as a first response to temporary difficulties rather than as a last resort. As for the care system into which the kids have been placed, virtually every local authority in the UK is now subject to a police investigation into the abuse and trafficking of children in their care. Head teachers in Kent stated last week that they will no longer accept children in care in their schools because the kids are so badly neglected and abused while ‘in care’ that their difficulties are too great for the schools to deal with.

Nice one Sir David, the misery and suffering is incalculable! Now all kids in care can have the full Bryn Estyn Experience.

 

Current non-executive members of the UK Statistics Authority are appointed through open competition. The current non-executive members are: Professor Adrian Smith (Deputy Chair); Professor Sir Ian Diamond; Professor David Hand; Professor Jonathan Haskel; Ms Sian Jones;Dr David Levy; Ms Nora Nanayakkara; Professor Anne Trefethen

Professor Adrian Smith is at least a statistician, but he has held senior posts in institutions named on the blog as being endemic with fraud and wrongdoing: Imperial College and the Universities of Nottingham and London. In 2008 Smith was DG for Science and Research at the Dept for Innovation, Universities and Skills. So he worked for Mandy. At that time, one of Mandy’s right hand civil servants was the daughter of Ron Evans. Ron was the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council during the 1980s and 90s. Ron was Brains behind the paedophile gang and his name is all over my documents relating to the many attempts to fit me up in Court. Ron did favours for the NHS as well, his advice and signature appears on NHS documentation to which he should not have had access. Then there are the forged documents, although Ron’s forgeries are of a higher quality than the forgeries by the other paedophiles’ friends.

When the shit hit the fan re the paedophile gang and investigations were launched, Ron told everybody that what they had done was so serious and so indefensible that none of them must ever say a word about it to anyone. I know that because I worked with Ron’s wife at Bangor University and she told me, not realising that I was one of her husbands targets and at the time I had no idea that her Ron was the Ron who’s paw prints were across all of my documents.

Thus to this very day, it has been a case of ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ on the part of the whole of north Wales.

Not that the paedophiles were at all grateful to Ron for keeping them all out of prison, he later developed cancer and had a nervous breakdown and was left to rot in exactly the same way as if he’d been an Empowered Service User. The ruthless bastards were probably thinking that the sooner he dropped the better, lest a name ever escaped from his lips.

 

A former Lambeth Borough Councillor:

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Sir Ian Diamond, as Chief Exec of the ESRC, was behind sociopath Professor Fergus Lowe’s and paedophiles’ friend Prof Colin Baker’s success at netting research funding for an ESRC centre at Bangor University a few years ago. Fungus built his empire at Bangor by bribing and blackmailing everyone who had been party to Dafydd’s wrongdoing. Colin Baker aka Toad did something very similar but he wasn’t as successful at it as Fungus. The Diamond Geezer has previously ruled over Southampton and Aberdeen Universities. Southampton in particular was full of Top Docs doing what they should not have been, including a few friends of Dafydd’s. See post ‘Pets Win Prizes’ for the extensive wrongdoing with which the Diamond Geezer colluded.

Professor David Hand is a statistician, but one who has worked at Imperial and at the Institute of Psychiatry with Dafydd’s mates. So Prof Hand obviously has much experience at excusing those difficult outliers when he takes a look at the data.

Professor Jonathan Haskel holds a Chair in economics at the Business School at Imperial College. He sits on the Bank of England’s Monetary Policy Committee.

 

The UK Statistics Authority has three executive members:

  • John Pullinger, the National Statistician. The National Statistician is a Crown appointment as the Authority’s and the Gov’ts principal adviser on official statistics. The National Statistician is Head of the Gov’t Statistical Service and is also the Authority’s Chief Executive and Permanent Secretary.
  • Ed Humpherson, the Director General for Regulation. The Director General for Regulation is a statutory post as the the Authority’s principal adviser on the assessment and reassessment of official statistics and their compliance with the Code of Practice for Official Statistics.
  • One of the Office for National Statistics (ONS) Directors General on a rotational basis. This is currently Jonathan Athow (the Deputy National Statistician for Economic Statistics). The others are Ms Heather Savory (Deputy National Statistician for Data Capability) and Mr Ian Bell (Deputy National Statistician for Population and Public Policy).

I haven’t had time to research the backgrounds of all of these folk yet, but it’s on my To Do list.

 

Former members of the UK Statistics Authority include a lovely selection of leading paedophiles’ friends known to this blog:

  • Dame Colette Bowe DBE Non-Executive Director 1 April 2008 to 31 March 2018
  • Dame Moira Gibb DBE  Non-Executive Director 1 February 2008 to 31 January 2018
  • Sir Andrew Dilnot CBE  Chair  1 April 2012 to 31 March 2017
  • Ms Carolyn Fairbairn  Non-Executive Director  1 April 2013 to 30 September 2015
  • Professor David Rhind  Deputy Chair (Statistics System)  1 July 2012 to 30 June 2015
  • Mr Partha Dasgupta  Non-Executive Director  1 April 2008 to 30 June 2014
  • Sir Jon Shortridge  Non-Executive Director  1 February 2010 to 30 October 2012
  • Lord David Rowe-Beddoe  Deputy Chair (ONS)  1 April 2008 to 31 August 2012
  • Sir Michael Scholar KCB  Chair  1 April 2008 to 31 March 2012
  • Professor Sir Roger Jowell CBE  Deputy Chair (Statistics System)  11 November 2008 to 26 December 2011
  • Professor Stephen Nickell CBE FBA  Non-Executive Director  1 April 2008 to 31 October 2010
  • Sir Alan Langlands FRSE  Non-Executive Director  1 April 2008 to 12 April 2009

Colette Bowe was central to the Westland skulduggery as detailed in my post ‘Those Who Are ready To Serve’.

Sir Jon Shortridge is a paedophiles’ friend of many years standing. He was a civil servant in the Welsh Office throughout the paedophile years and climbed higher and higher until he was the most senior mandarin presiding over that particular dung heap. Sir Jon then went to work for Mandy in 2009. The pinnacle of Sir Jon’s career was being appointed as the Chancellor of Glyndwr University, an institution governed and substantially staffed by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’). After years of ignoring scandals and malpractice, Glyndwr hit the buffers not so long ago when it was blocked from accepting overseas students as a result of an immigration fraud which had been ignored in true Glyndwr tradition.

Sir Michael Scholar lurked as a mandarin within the Welsh Office as preparations for the enormous cover-up that was the Waterhouse Inquiry were underway (see post ‘So Who Was It Exactly Who Appointed The Corrupt Old Bastard?’).

Lord David Rowe-Beddoe played a central role in the development of Cardiff Bay, a scam designed by Nicholas Edwards and his mates, in which millions of pounds of taxpayers’ money was transferred into the pockets of a few already very rich people, including Nicholas Edwards and David Rowe-Beddoe (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’).

Carolyn Fairbairn has been at the scene of numerous crimes – the World Bank, McKinsey and Co, Lloyds Bank, the BBC, Sky and she did a stint as the DG of the CBI. More importantly for this blog’s purposes, in 1995 Carolyn was a member of John Major’s Downing Street Policy Unit, where she was responsible for developing health and social services policy. So Carolyn was one of those who told all those lies re the fate of the North Wales Hospital and those within when it didn’t close down. Carolyn probably knows that there are still bodies in the grounds out there. Carolyn has also been Chair of Marie-Curie Cancer Care. She and her husband are of course very, very rich.

Moira Gibbs was a social worker in Newham when that Borough sent kids into the arms of Dafydd and the gang. By 1988 Moira had become Deputy Director of Social Services for Kensington and Chelsea and in 1990, she was appointed Director. Between 2003-11, Moira was Chief Executive for Camden Borough Council, the only place in England and Wales which had a higher suicide rate among women than Gwynedd. Moira was rewarded for this achievement with a position as a non-executive Director of NHS England. In 2014, Moira Chaired the Serious Case Review into the sex offending of William Vahey at Chris Woodhead’s Southbank International School. Moira also Chaired the Church of England’s Independent Review of the case of the sex offending Bishop Peter Ball. These cases do keep happening, thank goodness we’ve got Moira to Chair the Reviews. Moira is of course a Dame. They’ll be keeping a seat warm for her in the Lords as I write, St Helena will soon have a new friend to do lunch with. The Baroness of Ely can join them if she can fit it in between her hectic schedule of patronising and screwing over the general public in Wales.

Sir Andrew Dilnot was born  and went to school in Swansea and has enjoyed a successful career in academia at Oxford University. In 2010 he was asked by the Health Secretary Andrew Lansley to Chair the Commission on Funding of Care and Support. Dilnot’s subsequent Report was welcomed by Cameron as well as by Ed Miliband and cross-party talks began. The talks went nowhere and seven years later people are still unable to leave their houses or even get out of bed at a reasonable time in the morning because no-one can get it together to organise a system of home helps. Although the Top Docs are still discovering cures for various fatal illnesses several times a week, so that’s a relief. What would we do without them?

David Rhind is a geographer who is a University of Bristol graduate of a similar vintage to those two paedophiles’ friends who are also Bristol graduates, DGE Wood and Lord David Hunt. David Rhind is a member of the Court of the Bank of England.

Partha Dasgupta is an economist who is a Visiting Professor at A.C. Grayling’s University for Very Rich People Who Have Been Rejected By Oxbridge, the New College of the Humanities. When he was at Cambridge, Partha was a member of the Cambridge Apostles, a student society known for its remarkable ability to churn out members of the security services who end up as double agents. Partha is married to Carol Dasgupta, a psychotherapist…

Stephen Nickell is an economist who has previously worked with Lord Richard Layard. Layard is the man who dreamed up the Happiness Discourse, which is probably even more dangerous than Mindfulness in terms of denying the dreadful experiences people are having at the hands of the nation’s abusive and failing welfare services. Layard is married to Baroness Molly Meacher, a former social worker and paedophiles’ friend of the highest order who was previously married to Labour leftie Michael Meacher, who early in his political career, realised how dire ‘care’ for the elderly in hospital was and decided that he wasn’t going to go there again. See post ‘A Vintage Crop’ for info about the Meachers.

Alan Langlands has had a glorious career at the very top of the NHS and has also doubled up as a ‘university leader’. Bombs went off underneath Langlands constantly when he ran the NHS, but everyone who spends more than a few weeks working at a senior level in the NHS develops a hide so thick that it is a wonder of zoology, so Langlands was never that worried about the deaths and patient harm. See post ‘A Vintage Crop’ for the gory biography of Langlands.

 

Mentioning Alan Langlands brings me nicely onto Virginia Bottomley, Secretary of State for Health, April 1992-July 1995, who was in office as things became seriously crazy in north Wales, as bodies turned up all over the place and when a few people in Somerset became seriously rich after meeting the sort of people whom Virginia knew. For more background on Virginia, a former psychiatric social worker and her immediate family, see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. Ginny was the Tory MP for south west Surrey, which covered the area where I lived when I worked at the University of Surrey with those who plagiarised my work and who were so close to the President of the BMA when that organisation was busy colluding with the perjurers of north Wales in their efforts to have me banged up. Ginny’s constituency also covered many of those whom the Hergest patient F knew and to whom he was related, someone else who’s life was systematically destroyed by Dafydd and the gang (see posts ‘The Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’ and ‘An Appalling Vista’).

 

Virginia is like Rabbit in Winnie the Pooh, she has numerous friends and relations and two of them have previously gone under my radar when they should not have, so I’ll introduce them now.

 

Ginny is a relative of Baron Jay of Ewelme, Michael Jay. Michael Jay was educated at Winchester College, Magdalen College, Oxford, of which he is an honorary fellow,and the University of London’s SOAS. He served as a VSO teacher in Zambia.

Jay joined the Ministry of Overseas Development in 1969, serving in London, Washington (at the World Bank) in 1973 and as First Secretary (Development) at the British High Commission, New Delhi, in 1978. Jay transferred to the FCO in 1981, serving as Private Secretary to the junior Minister. Lord Carrington was Foreign Secretary at the time, another person who had been centrally involved with concealing organised sexual abuse and the associated wrongdoing in north Wales and elsewhere, including the sex and spy scandals as long ago as those which took place during Macmillan’s time in office (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Carrington was First Lord of the Admiralty, 1959-63, so he’ll have been involved in concealing the crap detailed in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ and during his long political career will have become aware of Dafydd’s role in the circles of Bertrand Russell and the Welsh Bloomsbury set, as described in my post ‘The Village’.

As Counsellor, Jay served in the European Secretariat of the Cabinet Office, 1985-87. He was posted as Counsellor in the Paris Embassy from 1987-90, returning to the FCO as Director for European Affairs until 1994 under Foreign Secretary Douglas Hurd, who as Home Secretary had just spent a few years really pushing the boat out to assist Dafydd and the paedophiles (see posts ‘Security, Security’, ‘Additional Security Measures’  and ‘Include Me Out’). Jay was appointed Director General for European and Economic Affairs 1994-96, following which he became a Senior Associate Member of St Antony’s College, Oxford.

So Jay was in the Foreign Office under dear old Douglas – Douglas who worked for the security services – when someone in Somerset found themselves in receipt of a Coutts cheque. The receiver of that cheque barely even used a high street bank Douglas, he had spent his working life being paid in used notes in a small brown pay packet.

Left school at 15 with no qualifications? Worked in manual labouring jobs in Bridgwater for your whole life? Know someone who’s been targeted by the Westminster Paedophile Ring? Here, take a cheque from Coutts!

 

From July 1996 to Sept 2001 Jay was British Ambassador to France. During this tenure, he was the first British spokesman to speak publicly when Diana met a sticky end in that tunnel. In July 2001, Jay was appointed Head of the Diplomatic Service, a post he took up on 14 Jan 2002. In 2005 and 2006, Jay also served as the Prime Minister’s Personal Representative (Sherpa) for the G8 summits at Gleneagles and St Petersburg.

Jay was appointed a Companion of the Order of St Michael & St George in the 1992 Birthday Honours, which coincided nicely with the deaths of the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal as a result of that firebomb in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Then he was promoted to Knight Commander in the 1997 New Year Honours. Anyone for a Public Inquiry which serves as a huge cover-up?

I’m surprised that Sir Ronnie Waterhouse didn’t find himself socialising with the plebiscite of Bridgwater just before he Chaired that Inquiry, it was obviously where the action was. Lilibet could have paid a state visit to Stogursey.

Lord Jay was the Chair of Merlin, the British health and medical aid agency, from 2007 until 2013. Now there’s interesting for you – one of Brown’s relatives worked for Merlin a few years before Michael Jay decided that his future lay with them as well.

Jay has been a non-executive director of Associated British Foods (2006-),Credit Agricole (2007-2011), EDF (2009-), Candover PLC (2008-) and Valeo SA (2007-). He is a Trustee of the Thomson Reuters Founders share company (2013-) and Chairman of the Advisory Council of the British Library (2011 -). Jay was Chairman of the House of Lords Appointments Commission from 2008 until 2013). He has served on sub-committees C, E and F of the House of Lords Select Committee on European Union affairs.

Jay married Sylvia Mylroie in 1975. In 2005 Lady Jay was appointed Vice-Chairman of L’Oreal UK & Ireland, then Chairman from 2011-2013.

A large cheque from Coutts. Because you’re worth it!

Sylvia has been a non-executive Director on the Board of Alcatel-Lucent and is non-executive Director of St-Gobain, Lazard and Casino Group. She is Chairman of the Pilgrim Trust and has been a trustee of the Prison Reform Trust and Entente Cordiale Scholarship Scheme.

 

When the authorities at De Montfort University received that mad poison pen letter telling them that Brown was a ‘known paedophile’ (see post ‘A Nasty, Ludicrous Poison Pen Letter’), it was signed ‘Sylvia Grenalda’. Databases were searched but no-one could find Sylvia. I presumed that the author’s name was probably Martin Jones or Elfed Roberts, but you never know, those who bank at Coutts have been interested in Brown and me for many years, so the author of the poison pen letter may have just used a false surname.

When that poison pen letter was sent, someone remarked to me that they did not know how Brown and I had withstood the decades of toxic harassment. Well I won’t say that it was ever part of our life’s plan, but those doing it do provide us with a great deal of entertainment.

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Another relative of Ginny’s is Lord Matthew Oakeshott, who was formerly a Lib Dem. Oakeshott was educated at Charterhouse School, before attending University College, Oxford and Nuffield College, Oxford.

Oakeshott worked in the Ministry of Finance and Economic Planning of Kenya, 1968-70. During 1970 to 1972, Oakeshott undertook postgraduate studies at Nuffield College, Oxford, although he did not complete a graduate degree. He joined the Labour Party and served as a Councillor on Oxford City Council. Where Oakeshott will have found out about the abuse of children which was facilitated and concealed by Dr Vladimir and Barbara Kahan. By the time that Oakeshott was an Oxford Councillor, Babs was an advisor to Keith Joseph re children in care. See post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.

Oakeshott stood twice, unsuccessfully, for election to the Commons, as the Labour candidate for Horsham and Crawley in 1974 and then for the SDP-Liberal Alliance in Cambridge in 1983. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Docs trafficking vulnerable people in north Wales and of course David Steel was up to his eyeballs re ignoring the activities of Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith etc.

From 1972 to 1976, Oakeshott was a Parliamentary Assistant to Labour’s  Woy Jenkins in Opposition, funded by the Joseph Rowntree Social Service Trust. If anyone knew anything about concealing crimes against Little People, then Woy did, who later in his career became Blair’s mentor (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’). The Joseph Rowntree Trust know a great deal about such matters as well but have never managed to say anything, despite their decades of work dedicated to helping The Poor. Woy, who was originally from south Wales, the son of a miner, led the SDP, 1982-83, whilst Dr Death’s mates were busy expanding their business in north Wales. Woy happened to be Chancellor of Oxford University when that institution gave Prof Mark Williams a home, on the basis of his research fraud which was Mindfulness, that he developed in collaboration with the paedophile gang when he worked with Dafydd et al in north Wales. Woy had of course colluded with the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles when Woy had been Home Secretary, 1974-76, under Wilson and then Callaghan. Woy was in post when Leo Abse and Dr Death succeeded in passing the Children Act 1975, which really opened the doors to the creation of numerous brothels in north Wales going under the name of children’s homes/residential schools.

Oakeshott was involved himself, because when Jenkins became Home Secretary, Oakeshott worked as his Special Advisor. Jenkins charged him with keeping ‘an eye on the Common Market ‘negotiation’ by forging a close relationship with George Thomson’s cabinet in Brussels, but also to keep him in touch with Labour party feeling and help write speeches and newspaper articles.’ Oakeshott was an instrumental part of the team that wrote the Limehouse Declaration.

The Top Docs and paedophiles of north Wales really loved Europe, not just because it provided them with an excuse to go on holiday, but because of the business opportunities that lay there. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones has links all over Europe and he speaks several European languages! Perhaps he can tell us the Breton for ‘mari-jew-ana’.

After learning at the knee of Woy and the gang of four, Oakeshott became a Director of Warburg Investment Management, a post which he held until 1981. He was then investment manager of the Courthaulds pension fund until 1985. Oakeshott was a founder director of OLIM in 1986 and is now Chairman of OLIM Property Limited, which invests in commercial property throughout the UK for pension funds, investment trusts and charities. He is joint investment director of Value and Income Trust plc (VIN).

Oakeshott picked up a life peerage in 2000, three months after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. He served as Lib Dem Treasury spokesman in the Lords, 2001-11 and as Pensions Spokesman from 2002-10. Oakeshott has been a leading enthusiast for Lords reform. As has everyone who is currently dining and slumbering in there.

Oakeshott parted company from the Lib Dems in 2014 after falling out with Cleggy. In an attempt to ‘help save our country from a Tory government cringing to Ukip’ in Jan 2015 Oakeshott donated £300,000 in total to 15 Labour candidates in the 2015 General Election, £300,000 to 15 Liberal Democrats and £10,000 to the Green Party’s sole MP, Caroline Lucas. In Feb 2015, Oakeshott was pictured wearing a red rossette and canvassing for Labour in Thurrock.

In 1976, Oakeshott married Philippa, a Top Doctor. They have two sons, Joseph and Luke and one daughter, Rachel. Oakeshott is related to journalist Isabel Oakeshott, who entertained the nation with her allegations that David Cameron had once placed his penis in the mouth of a dead pig, but had Isabel written about what some leading politicians really did in their efforts to conceal the Westminster Paedophile Ring, she’d have caused a worthwhile sensation. She will know about it, all the journos do. Not that Isabel could have mentioned Dafydd et al in her book, because it was bank rolled by Lord Ashcroft, who is the founder of Crimestoppers. Throughout the 1990s, Crimestoppers colluded with Dafydd and the gang and refused to act on a series of calls from one of Dafydd’s victims who rang Crimestoppers and provided them with details of some of Dafydd’s crimes, including dates and the names of victims/accessories. In the end Crimestoppers told this person to stop ringing because they would not be taking any action on the basis of any of the information provided.

Isabel could certainly have made herself useful if she’d written a volume about Matthew Oakeshott’s wife, Top Doctor Pippa. Pippa Oakeshott is Professor of General Practice in the Population Health Research Institute at St George’s Hospital Medical School! She is ‘a practising GP in Lambeth, London and her research at St George’s focuses mainly on women’s health’. So among Pippa’s patients will be the former kids in the care of Lambeth who were abused and trafficked, both in Lambeth children’s homes and when they were placed in children’s homes in north Wales by Lambeth Borough Council.

Professor Oakeshott has a strong background in randomised controlled trials and cohort studies in primary care. This includes six trials in 40 South London general practices, and one (the ‘POPI’ chlamydia screening trial) in 20 universities and further education colleges. She is co-investigator on a large UK Clinical Research Collaboration eSTI2, a consortium programme grant (a research project which aims to let people self-diagnose sexually transmitted diseases using their mobile phones).

So Pippa is yet another person who’s interest is in ‘wimmin’s health’ and who sees a stream of poor, vulnerable, sometimes very young wimmin (girls), who have contracted STIs or are constantly finding themselves with unwanted pregnancies. There will be big chummy wimmin’s smiles all around, reassurances about being ‘non-judgemental’, yet even in the face of very young, terrified, distressed girls, no-one will try to ask ‘who is it who has done this to you and are you trapped in a relationship with them when you’d rather not be?’

 

Wendy Savage became a feminist hero because she campaigned for abortion rights and being Wendy she was happy to perform terminations repeatedly on the same women. I was in a lecture in 1990 when Wendy boasted of terminating one patient more than 20 times. The Top Docs all around me could be heard taking sharp intakes of breath and a few brave souls said to Savage ‘you really should not be doing that’. Now I knew that in north Wales at that time, the Top Docs had conspired to make NHS abortions virtually impossible to obtain and I saw the carnage that resulted among women who couldn’t afford to go to the private abortion clinic in Chester – which must have been making a fortune out of the High Morals of the Top Docs in north Wales.

However, Wendy Savage practised as a gynaecologist in Tower Hamlets. Tower Hamlets was the poorest Borough in London. It was also one of the Borough’s which sent kids in care to children’s homes in north Wales and trafficked them back to London to work in the sex trade. I very much suspect that some of Wendy Savage’s patients had been forced into sex repeatedly, which was why they kept becoming pregnant when they didn’t want to. Wendy did not ask the obvious question. Instead she constructed the situation in the terms that Top Docs do when they are ignoring something terrible – it was all about ‘chaotic dysfunctional patients who would not take responsibility for contraception’. A few such people do exist, but I have spent years watching Top Docs, Angels and social workers constructing the victims of a bunch of sex traffickers in such a way, because it is a good deal easier than doing something about your own colleagues when they are involved with serious organised crime.

Wendy Savage was mates with Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, who was carrying out major research fraud, colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and with a linked paedophile gang in south London. In the mid 1960s, Chamberlain worked in Washington DC where he carried out experiments on at least one foetus of seven months gestation whom he had delivered by hysterectomy and subsequently killed after the experiments (see post ‘Now Then…’).

Wendy Savage was a big supporter of the Labour Party and they really loved having that Top Doc on board. A woman! A feminist! Unfortunately yet another Top Doc colluding with the rampant abuse of disadvantaged people. Wendy Savage’s battles with her Top Doc colleagues were always constructed by ‘The Guardian’ and ‘New Statesman’ as a war between a leftie woman and a bunch of male Tories who liked hi-tech medicine and telling wimmin in labour what to do. It wasn’t, they all just hated each other and as ever, the patients suffered in the cross-fire.

Wendy Savage refused to talk about her personal life in media interviews, which I can understand. Very little was known about her. She didn’t seem to hang out with other Top Docs and it was frequently commented upon that she married a black jazz musician. Now that would have taken Wendy into some George Mellyish circles of sexploitation of underaged people in a big way.

At St George’s I was friendly with one of the few really nice, sane Top Docs. She was a leftie with an interest in sociology and analysis and I used to love chatting to her. When I told her that I’d gone to Wendy Savage’s lecture, this Top Doc told me that Wendy Savage did worrying things that did not ever find their way into the press. This Top Doc had been taught by Savage when she was a medical student and she swore blind that she had been in the lecture on breastfeeding given by Wendy Savage, where Wendy Savage had said ‘you can even do it when they’re as small as these’, stripped off her shirt and gave the medical students an eyeful. The Top Doc who related that tale to me, to my knowledge, never told tall stories and she never participated in the tea room bitching and back-stabbing. I witnessed her repeatedly, very discreetly but effectively, protecting patients from Top Docs and Angels whom she knew to be dangerous. On one occasion she rescheduled a Caesarian because she simply told me ‘the registrar on duty this evening is off his head and I will not take the risk’.

 

Professor Oakeshott is also interested in hypertension and stroke. She was co-investigator on a community-based trial of home blood pressure monitoring in 380 hypertensive stroke patients and more recently on a trial of nurse-led blood pressure clinics in primary care. She has also been involved in studying the Cambridge cohort of 117 consecutive patients with treated open spina bifida and has just published the 45 year follow up. Her 180 publications include eight BMJ research papers.

I wonder if we can believe a word of what Prof Oakeshott has published.

 

Pippa Oakeshott joined St George’s in 1991 when she became a lecturer in general practice, combining clinical sessions in general practice with research and teaching. So Pippa was at St George’s when Chamberlain and Pearce committed their research fraud, when St George’s were colluding with Dafydd et al and when after one scandal too many, the Academic Dept of Obs and Gynae was closed down. Oakeshott is also a GP, so she’ll know that the local GP surgeries were colluding with the wrongdoing of the staff of St Georges, Springfield Hospital and Wandsworth Social Services, including crimes involving the distribution of Class A drugs (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). One surgery involved was Trevelyan Road, Tooting, where one of the GPs also held an academic post at St George’s. Another partner in the Trevelyan Road practice was Dr James Le Fanu, the medical correspondent for the Torygraph (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’).

Prior to taking up the Chair at St George’s, Pippa studied medicine at Cambridge University, did GP training at Barts’ and St Thomas’ Hospitals, and worked as a part-time GP on the Doctors’ Retainer Scheme.

So Pippa knows Dafydd’s mates at Barts’ and Tommy’s and she’ll know Ed and David Miliband’s Uncle Harry who worked at Tommy’s and whose dedication to the NHS moved Ed to tears whenever Ed remembered him. Particularly if Ed was on the campaign trail at the time.

From 2001-12 Professor Oakeshott was an Editorial Adviser to the BMJ. She is currently chair of a NIHR trial steering committee and member of the NIHR London Research for Patient Benefit advisory group.

 

Pippa arrived at St George’s the year that I was forced out of my job there. When all those reprobate children of the idle rich turned up in Somerset and opened their Coutts cheque books.

 

Virginia Bottomley’s cousin is Lord Julian Hunt, the dad of the former Labour MP Tristram hunt’s dad. Julian Hunt was Director General and Chief Executive of the British Meteorological Office, 1992-97. Hunt was made a life peer by Blair in 2000. Just after the Waterhouse Report was published. That peerage might have been given in return for forecasting the weather. But if I know anything about the people to whom Blair gave peerages, it could equally well have been because Julian Hunt was the leader on the Labour group of Cambridge City Council  in the 1970s, when the dung heap that involved wrongdoing in high places and sexual exploitation was concealed by Trumpers, as well as others (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). It’s what propelled Trumpers into the Lords, it could well have worked for Baron Hunt of Chesterton. Furthermore Julian is Ginny’s cousin and probably knows about her previous sordid activities at the DoH.

 

Julian Hunt is Professor of Climate modelling in the Department of Space and Climate Physics and Department of Earth Sciences at UCL. He is Chairman of Cambridge Environmental Research Consultants Ltd.

 

Julian’s son Tristram was famously parachuted into Stoke-on-Trent Central by Blair as the Labour candidate in 2010. Ten years after his dad was given a peerage by Blair. For years Stoke-on-Trent/Staffordshire was the location of serious abuse of children in care which was ignored and concealed by everyone until the Pindown Scandal erupted in the 1980s. Barbara Kahan and Allan Levy co-chaired the Public Inquiry which followed (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). The usual practice was followed and serious abuse of children was admitted, but the extent and severity of the crime, as well as the number of people who knew about it, was left unacknowledged.

The NHS in Staffs was in a very sorry state as well, which was probably related to the presence of a gang in the area. Thousands of people died unnecessarily at Mid-Staffs and it was Blair’s Health Secretaries Andy Burnham and Alan Johnson who famously refused 82 requests to hold a public inquiry. Eventually a barrel of shit which almost rivalled north Wales exploded and splattered everyone. There are references in Hansard when John Major was PM to serious problems in the NHS in Staffordshire, but everyone refused to investigate.

 

Tristram Hunt went to University College School in Hampstead and then to Trinity College, Cambridge. Tristram might have been at University College School when Trumpers’ husband Alan Barker was Headmaster there. Tristram is a Fellow of the IPPR, which was established by the Windbag and has acted as a home for the children of Labour big wigs ever since. The best brains have all passed through the job creation scheme which is the IPPR – little Harmans, little Straws, little Milibands and Tristram. One wonders why so little progress has been made.

Tristram has grovelled with the best since graduation in 1995. He was a Labour Party activist and then during the 1997 General Election, Tristram worked for the Labour Party at Millbank. In 2005 he campaigned for Oona King in Bethnal and Bow. Oona is a black female version of Tristram – a privileged relative of Labour Party insiders who constructed herself as oppressed. George Galloway made mincemeat of her. George Galloway is not a pleasant man, but Oona is a lying cow who was asking for that. Oona is now Baroness Oona and has found her true home in the Lords, along with the others who are similarly oppressed.

 

When Ed deluded himself that he was going to be PM, Tristram was one of those who was causing Labour Party supporters known to me in Wales to seethe. The spectacle of those over-entitled prats who were actually telling journos which Cabinet jobs they would be occupying when Ed became PM inflicted more damage on the Labour Party than they will ever understand.

Tristram, the day that Jezza was voted leader, I sat in a sitting room with a bunch of Labour Party members and supporters and tears of laughter ran down our cheeks as we watched your faces. It was fantastic, Andy Burnham looked as though he could not believe what had just happened and his eyes glazed over in confusion as he tried to process the information, that snotty thin woman was shaking her head and saying ‘that’s it, I’m out of here’ and you looked as though you needed a bucket to throw up in. Then the phone started ringing with people celebrating the news that you lot would now have to just fuck off out of politics. As one of my friends observed, ‘they have done nothing, nothing at all, for the people of this country’. Stay at the V&A Tristram, you actually know how to run a museum.

 

As for people from Somerset suddenly finding themselves rubbing shoulders with Voices of Influence, yesterday somebody reminded me of something that I thought was entirely coincidental but very funny when it happened in 2002. Just when I was in the clutches of the paedophile gang yet again and this time they were going for the complete kill – I was arrested and charged with ‘threats to kill’ on the perjury of eight or nine Angels and Alun Davies, Davies was telling everyone who would listen that I would be going to prison for seven years and the police said the same. The case circulated around the court for two years before collapsing. By which time I’d lost my home and my job. There was then an attempt by the paedophiles’ friends to have me struck off the teaching register. My name was cleared by a junior Minister in Blair’s Gov’t who was then forced to defend himself in the media against allegations that he’d ‘allowed paedophiles to return to teaching’. Er no, he had cleared the name of at least one person who had been the target of a paedophile gang for two decades. I was later told how dreadful this man was – a ‘sinister’ ‘philanderer’ no less. Blair denied him a place in the Lords on the grounds that he didn’t trust this loose Welsh cannon.

Just how fucking nasty are you all up there in polite society in north Wales? And as for your plans to fit the Minister’s friend up for a criminal offence AFTER the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre had managed to discover that there was ‘no treatment’ for his wife’s brain tumour, words fail me. Oh and I’ve been given the name of the suspect who wrote to the DES and requested that I should be struck off the teaching register. I am waiting for corroborating evidence, but if the person who did it is reading this, I am very, very disappointed in you. I respected and trusted you when I was doing PGCE and you KNEW what was happening to me. You also knew about that paedophile gang. Weak? Spineless? Doesn’t begin to describe you I’m afraid. You will no doubt be enjoying your very comfortable retirement after a lifetime of ignoring what was happening to disadavantaged kids and others in Gwynedd.

 

Regular readers will know that after the ‘threats to kill’ case collapsed against me, the PNC was unlawfully amended and a forged certificate of indictment was found in the possession of Chester Court stating that I had pleaded guilty to a charge of ‘violent disorder’. I have never even been charged with violent disorder. Then there was the forged letter found in the possession of the GMC relating to the same period of time, purporting to be from me (see post ‘The General Medical Council And Yet Another Forged Document’).

 

In the midst of all this, on Sept 22 2002, one of those in Somerset who had received so much money from somewhere after tripping over the hopeless aristos of England’s green and pleasant land as they all suddenly arrived at the Cottage Inn near Fiddington, went on the Countryside March to London. This person had no idea that the Countryside Alliance was bankrolled by the City and I was interested to hear that buses had been laid on from Somerset after local people had been reassured by the filthy rich global capitalists in the City that this march was about ‘country people’ who were suffering at the hands of that bastard Blair. Which indeed they were, Blair completely ignored rural poverty, he saw the countryside as a place where one had one’s country cottage, but I don’t think that the Countryside Alliance gave a bugger about rural poverty either.

Anyway, everyone was herded onto the coaches and off they went to London. Where, I was told, that they marched down through – down through where I wasn’t sure – only to be greeted by ‘office people’ hanging out of their windows cheering and waving and telling them that they were right behind their country cousins.

‘Ee when I went on an anti-apartheid march, I got shoved by a policeman and Brown was kneed in the knackers by another officer of the law. It just shows, it’s one law for a stage managed Countryside March orchestrated by some very rich City financiers and another law for the rest of us.

 

The excitement didn’t end there. The country cousin from Bridgwater bumped into Elinor Goodman and they had a chat! Of all the thousands of people on that march, Elinor Goodman happened to bump into someone who knew me! It’s not as if this person popped up to London on a regular basis, they’d probably only been there two or three times in their entire life, but there was Elinor Goodman just waiting for the Bridgwater contingent to get off that coach. The visitor from Bridgwater believed that Goodman was a journo with interests in ‘country things’.

Here’s Elinor’s CV as of 2005:

Career: 2005-present: Chair, Affordable Rural Housing Commission and presenter, BBC Radio 4’s A Week in Westminster; 1988-2005: political editor, Channel 4 News; 1982-1988 political correspondent, Channel 4 News; 1978-1982 political correspondent, Financial Times; 1971-78: consumer affairs correspondent, Financial Times.

Public Life: Board member, Hansard Society; former trustee, Wiltshire Community Foundation and Rowntree Reform Trust. Also served on government’s Hills Task Force.

More than 10 years after Elinor Chaired the Affordable Rural Housing Commission there is a substantial and growing problem with affordable housing in rural areas.

Elinor Goodman was married to Derek Scott, former economic adviser to Tony Blair.

Tory party leader Iain Duncan Smith went on the Countryside March, as did actors Vinnie Jones and Edward Fox, TV presenters Melvyn Bragg (Melvyn is a MIND ambassador) and Anne Robinson (who spends thousands of pounds on lame designer clothes and insulted the Welsh in a way in which she would never have dared insult Jewish, black or Asian people), comic Jim Davidson (Tory supporting alcoholic wife beater), Sir Ranulph Fiennes (brother of a surgeon at St George’s) and Earl Spencer. ‘Nuff said.

The Countryside Alliance originally campaigned against the proposed ban on hunting. There was of course an inquiry into hunting before the legislation was drawn up – Chaired by Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. It is extraordinary, the paedophiles’ friends were even given domain over hunting.

 

Do you speak Somerset Mr Blair? If so, how would you reply to the traditional Bridgwater greeting of ‘Alroight then?’ If I ever bump into you – although the only circumstances in which I would wish to do so is if you were in the dock and I was giving evidence against you – I won’t know whether to speak Bridgy or Welsh to you. I’m sorry to say that I don’t speak Blair.

 

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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 piss-taking 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 1983-84 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 initially targeted in 1983. 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. Sir Keith Joseph, when he was Health Secretary, appointed Merrison in 1973 to Chair a Committee of Inquiry after thousands of Top Docs threatened a mass public strike after a dispute with the GMC (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). In 1976 Barbara Castle, then then Secretary of state for the DHSS, along with her Health Minister, Dr Death, appointed Merrison to Chair a Royal Commission on 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.

More Information

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 Social 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 whom 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 with red tape and it is usually only certain staff working in community roles who 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 Whom 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 whom 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 University 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 entire adult population of the 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 Geraint, 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 some 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 Carman’s 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 Cadwaladr University Health Board 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 of Glamorgan 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 whom 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 – 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 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 National Eisteddfod 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 that 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 D.G.E. 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, whom 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 which were published 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 man with 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 cleaned 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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