Category: Medical Defence Union

The Right Honourable Sir Nicholas Soames MP
Shadow Secretary of State for Defence
In office 6 November 2003 – 10 May 2005
Leader	Michael Howard
Preceded by	Bernard Jenkin
Succeeded by	Michael Ancram
Minister of State for the Armed Forces
In office 20 July 1994 – 2 May 1997
Prime Minister	John Major
Preceded by	Jeremy Hanley
Succeeded by	John Reid
Parliamentary Secretary to the Ministry of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food
In office 14 April 1992 – 20 July 1994
Prime Minister	John Major
Preceded by	David MacLean
Succeeded by	Angela Browning
Member of Parliament for Mid Sussex
Incumbent
Assumed office 1 May 1997
Preceded by	Tim Renton
Majority	19,673 (31.9%)
Member of Parliament for Crawley
In office 9 June 1983 – 1 May 1997
Preceded by	Peter Hordern (Horsham and Crawley)
Succeeded by	Laura Moffatt
Personal details
Born	Arthur Nicholas Winston Soames 12 February 1948 (age 71) Croydon, Surrey, England
Political party	Conservative
Spouse(s)	Catherine Weatherall (m. 1981–1988) Serena Smith (m. 1993)
Children	3
Parents	Christopher Soames Mary Churchill
Alma mater	Mons Officer Cadet School
Website	Official website
Military career
Allegiance	United Kingdom
Service/branch	British Army
Years of service	1967–1975
Rank	Second lieutenant
Service number	484270
Unit	11th Hussars Royal Hussars

Sir Arthur Nicholas Winston Soames (born 12 February 1948), sometimes known as Nick Soames, served as the Tory MP for Crawley, 1983-97; since 1997 Fatty has been the MP for Mid-Sussex.

Fatty was Minister of State for the Armed Forces, 20 July 1994-2 May 1997, in John Major’s Gov’t. During that time, Fatty’s mate Carlo, in his capacity as Chancellor of UCNW, was presiding over the Gwerin’s en masse attack on senior sociologist Graham Day and sociologist Nerys Patterson, after Graham and Nerys dared spill the Gang’s pints. See eg. ‘Badlands’. The real problem that the Gang had was the trial of Peter Howarth for the sexual abuse of boys in care in north Wales, Patient F and I refusing to shut up about Dafydd sexually exploiting patients, Brown providing yet more evidence of Dafydd trying to bribe me into withdrawing my complaint, the Jillings investigation etc.

Lord David Treisman was General Secretary of the AUT at the time; the AUT represented some of the most badly behaved members of the Gang employed at UNCW. At the time, one of the AUT reps at UCNW was the son of a local Top Doctor who had worked with Dafydd and Gwynne and was of the Gang. Early in his career, David Treisman worked as a researcher at the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley, in the Addiction Unit. The Maudsley was run entirely by Dafydd’s mates at that time and the chaos and Class A drug dealing that passed for Dafydd’s ‘detox treatment’ in north Wales (that was reaching impressive heights when the Gang declared war on Graham Day, as discussed in ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’) had been learned by Dafydd at the knee of the people responsible for the Addiction Unit at the Institute of Psychiatry.

Treisman, once a Maoist and a member of the Communist Party, later achieved greatness in the Labour Party, serving as General Secretary, 24 July 2001-16 Dec 2003, where a significant part of his job was to maintain the support of the trade unions who had become disillusioned with Miranda’s Gov’t.

Treisman’s parents were of Eastern European Jewish origin and active Communists. Triesman was educated at the Stationers’ Company’s School in London, before going to Essex University and then King’s College, Cambridge.

After Triesman’s time working with Dafydd’s mates at the Maudsley, for a number of years, he was an academic at the South Bank Polytechnic (now London South Bank University) and held roles in NATFHE. A number of graduates of the South Bank Poly worked as social workers in north Wales and were named in the Waterhouse Report. Triesman became a full-time union official of NATFHE in 1984, holding the post of National Negotiating Secretary. He was General Secretary of the AUT, 1993-2001. In 2000, Treisman was elected a Visiting Fellow of Wolfson College, Cambridge.

Treisman was created a life peer on 9 January 2004 taking the title Baron Triesman, of Tottenham in the London Borough of Haringey. 

Previous posts eg. ‘A Direct Threat From MIND In Haringey ‘ have discussed how, by 1986 when I lived in Harringay, the Borough was controlled by a ring working in collaboration with Dafydd.

In 2004, Treisman was appointed as a Lord in Waiting (Gov’t Whip in the Lords).

Under Miranda, Triesman served as a junior Minister in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, 10 May 2005-28 June 2007, with responsibility for relations with Africa, Latin America, the Caribbean, Overseas Territories, the Commonwealth, UK visas, migration policy working directly with Miranda, consular policy, the British Council, the BBC World Service and the Chevening Scholarships Scheme. During this period, Treisman conducted negotiations with Iran to secure the release of a group of British naval and marine personnel who had been taken prisoner in the Upper Persian Gulf.

From 29 June 2007 until 5 Jan 2008, Treisman was moved to the newly created post of Parliamentary Under-Secretary of the Dept of Innovation, Universities and Skills. In this role, Treisman had responsibility for quality in HE, innovation and intellectual property and future planning. Then perhaps he can explain why chaos, rigging results and cooking the books was the order of the day throughout so much of the HE sector at the time, the extent of which is now becoming evident and erupting in serious problems throughout HE. Such as the recently launched police investigation into serious organised crime in Swansea University. I heard about that when you were busy upholding ‘quality’ in HE Treisman and the pleas of concerned staff as to what some of their senior colleagues were doing at Swansea were ignored.

Treisman served as the Overseer of the University Sector in Gordon’s Gov’t when Merfyn as VC of Bangor University was facing a co-ordinated campaign by the Gang, supported by No 10, to force him out of his post. One man who openly stated that what was needed was a really powerful person to get Merfyn out was the son of that Top Doc who in the 1990s was an AUT rep in Bangor when Triesman was Gen Sec of the AUT and the Gang were causing havoc. Merfyn’s wife Nerys found that the Top Docs at the Walton Centre could do nothing for her when Treisman worked with Mandy and Ron Evans’s daughter and Nerys subsequently died.

One of the running themes re Gang-inspired Chaos At Bangor:

By the time that Mandy was running the Dept of Business, Innovation and Skills in Oct 2008 – it might be remembered that the Dept was expanded to embrace so many matters that there was real public anger that the unelected Lord Mandy had been given nearly as much power as the PM – his right hand woman in terms of Civil Service mandarins was a lawyer who had grown up on Anglesey and gone to Ysgol David Hughes at Menai Bridge. Her dad was Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer who had been employed by Gwynedd County Council throughout the Paedophile Years and had been the man who kept that lot out of prison. I know this because Mandy’s aide’s mum, Ron’s wife, worked as a lecturer at Bangor University and told me that when the investigations had begun, Ron told everyone that what they had done was so serious and so inexcusable that none of them must ever admit it to any of it. Ron’s wife didn’t know that I had been one of the targets. I have in my possession stacks of documents written and signed by Ron, demonstrating perjury, conspiracy and the collusion of judges who were later promoted to the level of Lord Justice. Ron was also better at forging documents than his colleagues. See previous posts.

Ron Evans’s daughter loved working for Mandy, she thought that he was great. The only thing that Mandy hadn’t been able to arrange was good medical care for Ron when he developed cancer and suffered a nervous breakdown. He was left to rot just as an Enemy Of The Gang would have been.

Be afraid Mandy, be very afraid. The Top Docs are seriously out of control and if they think that you might blab in the future you too will find that There Is No More That They Can Do For You.

One Short-Sighted Twat:

Lord Treisman served as Opposition (Labour) Lords Shadow Spokesperson for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs, 2010-14.

Treisman is a member of the European Affairs External Affairs Select Committee. He is Chairman of the Design Commission. Treisman is Co-chairman of the All Party St Lucia Group and a member of the All Party China and Chinese in Britain Group.

Treisman is a Senior Visiting Fellow at Warwick University and a Visiting Fellow at the LSE. Triesman is a Fellow of the Royal Statistical Society and the Royal Society of Arts (RSA). In 2015, he was awarded the Icebreaker Award by the Chinese Ambassador to the UK for services to Chinese-UK relations, including football.

Triesman is a member of the Henry Jackson Society‘s Political Council and a member of the European Leadership Network Board and Top Level Group.

A longtime fan of Spurs and Patron of the club’s charitable Foundation, Triesman became the first independent Chairman of the Football Association of in January 2008. He resigned in May 2010. Triesman was a Board member at Wembley National Stadium, the Premier League shareholders’ meeting, the Football Foundation and is a qualified senior football referee. In February 2011 Treisman testified before a Parliamentary Committee on the state of the administration of English football. He was heavily critical of the FA, saying it was shying away from governing the game. Treisman was especially damning of the FA’s administrative procedures and its working relationship with other football bodies, in particular the Premier League.

Did Treisman ever hear anything about the organised abuse of young football hopefuls which seems to have been such a problem or did Triesman not notice anything amiss, a la his time at the Maudsley where his colleagues, Dafydd’s mates, were running a trafficking ring and flogging Class A drugs to the patients whom they were Helping?

Triesman has been involved in business in real estate, banking, publishing and fine art. He has served on the boards and advisory boards of several companies including Chairing Victoria Management, the advisory board of UBS and Templewood Merchant Bank and some of its subsidiaries. He is an Executive Board member of the Salamanca Group and its subsidiaries, One Ocean Enterprises, Funding Affordable Homes (and its Housing Association).

Triesman resigned from the Labour group in the House of Lords in July 2019 in support of Little Nell’s traumas in the face of Jezza’s Anti-Semitism. Jezza must have been heart-broken seeing the old bastard go.

Triesman spent many years in a relationship with the writer and critic Michelene Wandor until they split up in the late 1990s. Michelene was known from 1963 to at least 1979 as Michelene Victor. Her parents were early 20th-century Russian Jewish émigrés. After attending Chingford Secondary Modern and High Schools, Wandor studied English at Newnham College, Cambridge, graduating in 1962. She also has Master’s degrees from Essex University and in Music from London University/Trinity College of Music, London.

Wandor has been active in the Women’s Liberation Movement since 1969 and edited its first collection of essays, The Body Politic, in 1972. Once a Feminist followed in 1990 and is an oral history of the previous 20 years. She was poetry editor of the original ‘Time Out’ magazine from 1971 to 1982. In 1982 her work was included in Touch Papers: Three Women Poets (with Michèle Roberts and Judith Kazantzis, published by Allison and Busby.

As with her more famous Newnham College peer Germaine Greer, you won’t hear a peep out of Michelene about the organised abuse of girls and women by the welfare state or the unlawful denial of NHS terminations to all women for any reason across the whole of north Wales until approx. 1990 (see post ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’). Germaine has braved the Transgender Debate, as has Julie Bindel and in doing so they have withstood the sort of crap thrown at them that has caused so many less brave feminists to keep quiet. But neither Julie or Germaine have dared touch organised abuse and institutional corruption in the medico-legal system, although they do know about it. See previous posts…

Treisman married Lucy Hooberman, a former BBC executive, in 2006 and has a daughter.

Lucy can be found on the website of Warwick University:

Lucy Hooberman | Professor of Digital Media and Innovation

Prior to joining the Warwick Manufacturing Group (WMG) at the University of Warwick, Lucy worked at the BBC for fifteen years in a variety of roles within Documentary, Drama, Independent Commissioning and since 2000 in an Interdisciplinary Lab focusing on innovation and creativity set up by John Birt to explore what the advent of the world wide web would mean for the BBC in terms of policy, working practise, programme making and content as well as strategy. This future-focused job took Lucy away from the practise and management of programme making and editorial decision making to a more strategic focus. The unit brought horizon scanning, scenario planning and design thinking to the BBC, alongside a practise of prototyping , testing and Imagineering!

Lucy joined the BBC in 1993 from a career in Independent Producing, documentary and drama programme making for Channel Four television , the British Film Institute and Polydor Records. Her first love was the arts and she worked at the Arts Council and the Institute of Contemporary Arts to produce talks and seminars for the public to come face to face with writers, designers, media workers and many more.

She is currently on the Board of Fevered Sleep, a performance and arts production company, a member of BAFTA and the Royal Society of Arts.

Fatty Soames was Minister of State for the Armed Forces throughout and remained in post throughout the first few months of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Sir William Mars-Jones, one of the biggest umbrellas enjoyed by Gwynne and Dafydd et al who was highly effective in both London legal circles and on the ground in north Wales, the Mars-Jones’s being one of the farming families who ran Denbighshire – Mars-Jones was Ronnie Waterhouse’s pupil master and lifelong friend (see previous posts) and virtually a resident of the Garrick – stood down as President of UCNW in 1994 and was replaced by the Windbag’s mate Lord Cledwyn. Professor Eric Sunderland, a well-camouflaged friend of the Gang of old, stood down as Principal/VC of UCNW in the same year and was replaced by Prof Roy Evans, another paedophiles’ friend but one who didn’t emerge with as spotless a reputation as Eric did.

John Smith died on 12 May 1994 and Miranda became Leader of the Labour Party on 21 July 1994.

Fatty Soames was appointed Minister of State for the Armed Forces on 20 July 1994.

On 9 June Matt Arnold, the former Head of Bryn Estyn, died from an ‘unspecified blood infection’. On 13 June 1994, Arnold’s long-time colleague and friend Peter Howarth faced the first day of his trial Chester Crown Court for the sexual abuse of boys in care in north Wales. On 8 July 1994 Howarth was found guilty and sentenced to 10 years inside.

Prior to relocating to Bryn Estyn in 1973, Arnold and Howarth had worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, on the turf of the big ring in the North East, which worked in partnership with Gwynne and Dafydd’s Gang. The organised abuse at Axwell Park had been concealed in the 1960s by Ernest Armstrong, a Sunderland Borough Councillor and Chair of the Education Committee who then served as the Labour MP for Durham North West, 1964-87. Ernest had when younger trained as a teacher at the City of Leeds Teacher Training College and subsequently become a Headmaster. Ernest was the helpful soul who assisted Miranda in finding that safe Labour seat of Sedgefield. Ernest was succeeded in his own seat by his daughter Hilary – later Baroness Hilary – Armstrong, who became one of Miranda’s inner circle. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

Miranda was elected to the Commons in the same General Election as Fatty, June 1983. At the time, I had been clobbered badly with depression and had been coerced into seeing Dr D.G.E. Wood by my tutor Adrian Bell who was mates with Wood as discussed in previous posts. Wood diagnosed serious depression but just would not provide meaningful help or advice to me or indeed Brown when Brown asked how he could best help. Wood stressed that Pills were not the answer, that a case like this needed psychotherapy. Brown and I were OK with Not Trying Pills but Brown really did not want me near Top Docs of any sort. Wood worked hard at gaining Brown’s confidence and ended up sending me to Gwynne the Royal Lobotomist who was running a trafficking ring, but not until early in 1984.

Wood really did nothing else at all; he wouldn’t respond to my concerns re the death threats that Brown had been receiving from Jan 1983 when he was in his last few months at Aston University, yet Wood kept emphasising that I should carry on making appointments to see him. Neither would Wood help when a crazed teenager on a Manpower Service Commission training scheme hosted by UCNW moved into our house and caused havoc. I have since found out that Patricia Margaret Edwards aka Trishles was a security services plant. She was working as a trainee technician with Adrian Bell’s wife, Alison, who was a technician and Alison’s colleagues. See previous posts eg. ‘They Got On Their Bikes And Looked For Work’ and ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

Amidst the many members of the security services who interpreted their duty re upholding national security to wrecking the lives of my friends and I because of the proximity of Carlo, Thatch, Lord Snowdon etc to the Gang and the history of Gwynne and Dafydd with Churchill, Eden, Macmillan and indeed every other former PM, were some very close to north Wales and Bangor University in particular. Two such agents were Sir Charles Evans, Principal of UCNW, 1958-84 and Sir William Mars-Jones. Charles Evans was a Top Doc but was really famous for being the Deputy Leader of the first successful Everest expedition in 1953 – the Leader, John Hunt, was a senior security services officer who served as Commander of Sandhurst and advised on policing in N Ireland during the Troubles – and Mars-Jones was a High Court judge who’s key role in the security services was disguised by a Cunning Plan.

That Cunning Plan was Mars-Jones presiding over the ‘ABC trial’ in 1978, during which Mars-Jones made a great display of Not Letting The Security Services Get Away With This, ‘This’ being an ‘oppressive prosecution’ under the Official Secrets Act. The Attorney-General was forced to drop all charges against the defendants. Mars-Jones being a No Nonsense Judge Who Stood Up To The Security Services received widespread admiring media coverage and was flagged up in his obituaries after he died.

Interesting Facts: in 1978 Mr Thrope was charged with conspiracy and incitement to kill. The Gang had already been in pursuit of Mary Wynch, who had gone into hiding amidst much publicity and would be wrongfully arrested and illegally imprisoned imminently. In 1977, Mars-Jones had presided over the trial of a number of Met officers from the Obscene Publications Squad accused of corruption. As with all police corruption trials to date, the principle offenders were not on trial and remained in the police. The Gang had a very profitable line in porn, not merely Penthouse-style material, but kiddie porn, bestiality, anything that would sell; that is why the Gang’s victims were subjected to terrorism tactics. If kids had to be persuaded to be filmed having sex with animals, it might take some doing.

When the No Nonsense Judge Banged Up Those Bent Coppers, Carlo had the year previously become Chancellor of the University of Wales (which included UCNW) and George Thomas, friend and client of the Gang, had become Speaker of the Commons.

There really was a great deal at stake so the No Nonsense Judge swung into action.

As for the AG who buckled under Mars-Jones’s judicial majesty in 1978, that was Lord Samuel Silkin, Jim Callaghan’s AG. Silkin was a Labour lawyer from a famous family of Labour lawyers. His brother John at one point was presumed to be the next Labour Party Leader, another brother was a Civil Service mandarin and their dad Lord Lewis Silkin had also been a Labour MP and lawyer. Mars-Jones had stood as the Labour candidate for Denbigh in 1945 and was mates with Callaghan, who for years had been at the thick of the cover-ups re Dafydd and Gwynne.

The No Nonsense Judge died on 10 Jan 1999, as his close pal Ronnie Waterhouse was drafting the Waterhouse Report. Thus the world was reminded once more of Mars-Jones’s Independence, Honesty and Morality Based On His Methodist Upbringing On A Denbighshire Farm. The whole of his family were in the thick of a long-standing paedophile ring (see previous posts) but that was not mentioned. Mars-Jones was well-known in London, where he was a leading light in the Garrick, President of the London Welsh Trust, 1988-94 (that spanned the major police investigation in north Wales) and a senior member of Gray’s Inn. Gray’s Inn also hosted Michael Mansfield and St Helena Kennedy, the UK’s most famous Radical Barrister and  the UK’s most famous Wimmin’s Champ of a Barrister. Who both knew Cherie Booth, a Radical Human Rights Feminist Barrister who’s husband became Leader of the Labour Party in 1994. I wrote to Michael Mansfield about the Gang towards the end of 1993 and received a one-sentence reply.

Ioan Bowen Rees, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council who, along with his family, played a role in the ring as major as that of Mars-Jones, died on 4 May 1999. Ioan’s obituaries stressed this intellectual public servant’s humble roots in Snowdonia that ensured his sympathies were always with the common man.

The phrase ‘key members of a vicious local elite who had ruined north Wales and enslaved its population’ did not appear anywhere in the obits of Sir William and Ioan.

By early 1983, it was too dangerous for Brown to stay in Birmingham, so he spent as much time as he could at moved our house on Anglesey – we lived on the outskirts of the same village as Ron Evans who’s daughter worked for Mandy when she grew up – and moved in on a full-time basis as soon as he’d finished his finals in May 1983.

Then keep away from the Top Docs who live in Ron Evans’s village who send their kids to the same school as Ron sends his daughter because they’re running a trafficking gang and they’re unlawfully denying women NHS terminations and forcing them to relinquish their babies for adoption…

Ron’s village, Llandegfan, was the favoured habitat for Top Docs and NHS staff, as well as Bangor University staff. D.G.E. Wood lived there, as did Adrian Bell, as did Prof Greig-Smith (one of Bell’s colleagues and a friend of Douglas Hurd’s uncle the Cambridge botanist Edred Corner), as did Bob Whitbread, Chris Marshall, Malcolm Cherrett, John Gaunt and scores of other Bangor academics who knew what D.G.E. Wood and Gwynne Williams were up to in the Student Health Centre. Two NHS administrators who were lying to patients and cooking the books lived in the house next to ours; the Top Docs bit them on the bum when their not very capable teenaged daughter became pregnant and was refused a termination and all support.

Terry Maxwell, the Bastard at the top of the tree responsible for so much blood and guts as the Clinical Director of Ysbyty Gwynedd, (Maxwell was a pal of Dafydd’s who was doing Dafyddesque corrupt deals with Liverpool Medical School as described in previous posts – Maxwell’s daughter Sonia is now a GP in Llanberis) lived at Llandegfan; Melanie Abas who later used her knowledge of the Gang to bag herself a job as a consultant psych and a Chair at the Maudsley (see previous posts) grew up in Llandegfan; one of the corrupt police officers based at Bangor Police Station who knew about the ring lived at Llandegfan; a middle-class lady with a serious drink problem who was obviously under attack from the Gang lived at Llandegfan and ended up sharing her house with a group of grossly sexually and financially exploitative local young men who were highly abusive to her by any standards. In 1994 or thereabouts, this lady left Llandegfan for a new life in Bristol, D.G.E. Wood’s home town. She lived very close to Wood’s house in Llandegfan and he seemed to be behind her stigmatisation and marginalisation. Wood also fanned the flames of the fire of another one of his neighbours, a ‘Schizophrenic’ man who had passed through Dafydd’s hands in Denbigh and who’s cousin died in a car crash…

All human life was in Llandegfan. As of course was the home of 1984 Child Singing Sensation Aled Jones. Aled was discovered and robustly promoted by members of the Gang (see previous posts) when the Gang were in need of good PR because Brown and I had begun to rumble them. We had also made friends with two local teenagers who were at Ysgol David Hughes with Aled who told us a few things about what was happening to some of the less fortunate kids at that school who never received the sort of publicity that Aled and his friends did. Those two girls spent time in our house chatting and socialising. The house was bugged by MI5 who will have heard everything that the girls told us: the names of the teachers and local abusers, the names of the kids, the venues of the crimes, the whole lot. We didn’t understand that it was all part of an international ring, but we certainly found out about some very unpleasant local incidents and individuals.

Tony and Sadie Francis retired to Llandegfan!

On the outskirts of Llandegfan was the Gazelle Hotel, which was owned and managed by Barbara and Ken Moulton from Cheshire.

Barbara had been a porn queen and was er, yes, involved with the ring… Barbara’s ex-husband was a senior detective from Manchester who was still on good terms with Barbara and used to regularly stay over at the Gazelle. The Gazelle’s customers were the Top Docs and their pals from across the region, it was their congregating place.

Ken Moulton became an alcoholic, was given Ron Evans Standards Of Care, lost the pub at Malltraeth that he ran after Barbara had left him for a wealthy builder from Cheshire and I was told ended up in a rather sorry state. When Ken ran the Gazelle, he was the chef. Ken used to enjoy exposing himself to the female staff. Some of whom were still schoolgirls at Ysgol David Hughes earning pocket money. Terry Maxwell’s daughter, Sonia’s sister, worked as a waitress at the Gazelle when Ken was busy.

Ken and Barbara routinely short-changed all staff on a regular basis and after staff had handed in their notice, their final pay packet would be up to anything short of £50. Any attempt to rectify the situation would end in a screaming row and if one persisted, physical violence.

Only one member of staff at the Gazelle ever extracted their dosh from Ken and Barbara after their last day at work. Terry Maxwell’s daughter. Maxwell sent them a solicitor’s letter – over a teenager’s summer job – and they paid up immediately. Maxwell was known for sending solicitor’s letters demanding money. He sent them to patients. Maxwell was an NHS heart and lung Doc – THE  main heart and lung ‘specialist’ for north Wales, but took on much private work. Maxwell didn’t always clarify to elderly confused patients that if they returned as private patients, they would be billed a lot of money. One old lady on Anglesey refused to pay. Maxwell threatened her with Court action and she was terrified. Her disgusted family clubbed together to pay Maxwell’s sizeable bill; they maintained that she had not realised that she had been transferred onto Maxwell’s list of private patients. How did I know about this? Because the old lady was a relative of Liz Stables, the Angel in the Student Health Centre, who was facilitating the ring with Gwynne and Wood and who was a mate of Dafydd’s.

Slaves, Perfect Slaves:

In the mid-1990s, another heart and lung consultant arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd, Dr David Thomas. He was very popular and there were no Maxwell-like complaints about Dr Thomas. Dr Thomas became the centre of a media show after he attempted suicide by driving his car off of a mountain side. He survived but was sectioned, in the Hergest Unit. Everyone was told who he was – ‘that heart doctor’ – and confidential details re Dr Thomas were leaked to such a degree that they constituted a Niagra Falls of a leak.

It transpired that Dr Thomas had attempted suicide after Terry Maxwell had discovered that Dr Thomas had lied about a professional qualification in order to bag his consultant’s job. Dr Thomas had been so terrorised by Maxwell that he had tried to kill himself.

Dr Thomas should not have lied, but the reason why he got away with it was that the NHS in north Wales and the GMC were not checking Top Docs’ qualifications. Ysbyty Gwynedd was crawling with Top Docs who’s qualifications were insufficient, under GMC rules, for their positions. There were at least two consultants in the Hergest Unit in that category, one being Sadie Francis. Who was the Doc who sectioned Dr Thomas, on a ward in the hospital in which he worked and Shared Information about him with so many.

Dr Thomas’s patients robustly supported him and held demos outside YG, maintaining that he was fantastic, they loved him, the best heart doc that they had ever had. Much better than that other one, the rude bully who lied and cheated and sent patients’ lawyers letters…

The NHS Trust held a press conference at which the Chair and Chief Exec stated that they wouldn’t re-employ the lying bastard Dr Thomas no matter how much support he received. At the time, the Chair and CEO were encouraging perjury, conspiracy and forging evidence in attempts to have me imprisoned. There was also the swindle with BT, the ‘special arrangement’ that Patient F stumbled across…

John Mullen and Hefin Davies, Remember The Names!

See previous posts for the full story re Dr Thomas, Terry Maxwell and the corruption of John Mullen and Hefin Davies.

While this was going on in the NHS in Wales, against the backdrop of Matt Arnold dying and Peter Howarth being tried and imprisoned, the violent drunk who doubled up as a Tory politician in Wales, Rod Richards, served as a Health Minister. Rod was ex-Forces And Proud Of It and although some inaccuracies found their way into Rod’s CV, he did work for MI6. See post ‘He’s Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

What makes Rod’s role in the serious organised crime of Wales’s NHS in the 1990s particularly inexcusable is that Rod admitted that he knew, as did many others, that Peter Morrison was a child molester. Rod probably knew how Peter Morrison ended up dead in his Belgravia house when still in his 50s, four days after Bing Spear, the corrupt Home Office Drugs Branch Civil Service mandarin who was such a great friend to Dafydd, died in July 1995.

If I have time I shall investigate the circumstances towards the end of his political career in which Rod was cleared in Court after being charged with an assault on a young woman. She suffered injuries to her face and a broken arm after her encounter with Rod, so Rod Walking From The Court An Innocent Man is a bit of a puzzle.

Terry Maxwell, like Dafydd, was a graduate of Liverpool Medical School. Liverpool University was on such good terms with Maxwell that when his daughter Sonia applied via UCCA (or it may have been UCAS by then) to read medicine, Liverpool rang her up and made her an offer of I think one E at A level, ‘because they know her dad’. Liverpool had not been one of the medical schools to which Sonia had applied. That’s how good the jungle drums were in 1984. Sonia didn’t want to go to Liverpool at any point. She qualified in London, I think at UCL or the Middlesex.

In 1984, all UK medical schools were constantly stressing in media interviews that the days of Top Docs’ children receiving preferential treatment re the applications process were definitely over. In 1984 I met a woman on the medicine degree at Cardiff who openly told me that she had not met the basic criteria for entry on a number of levels but she was a friend of the Dean of the Medical School and was therefore offered a place. The friend of the Dean was a clinical psychologist in her 50s who needed a medical qualification for a particular role career-wise. I wish that I could remember her name, because all clinical psychologists in Wales were Of The Gang and the Welsh National School of Medicine/Cardiff University was the key facilitating institution in Wales. The Dean’s friend must have been lined up for a very senior essential job in Paedophilia Central, to have made fiddling a place on a four year degree (I seem to remember her telling me that she had only been let off one year of the medicine degree) for a woman who would be nearly 60 years old upon qualification worthwhile.

There were so many complaints and employment grievances re the Gazelle Hotel that by the late 1980s, the Job Centre in Bangor told Jobseekers not to take jobs there. So Ken and Barbara began advertising for staff in a catering college in Liverpool. Those students were captive because the jobs advertised in Liverpool were live-in jobs…

After one incident in which Ken and Barbara physically assaulted one of my housemates in front of a full restaurant causing some of the customers to walk out in solidarity with my housemate, D.G.E. Wood and Tony Francis documented the event as an example of my aggressive conduct and ‘failure to get on with other people’. Then the CAB in Bangor refused to give me legal advice as to how I could obtain the wages that Ken and Barbara owed me and had admitted to D.G.E. Wood that they owed me. I had no idea that Dafydd’s mistress Lucille was a senior manager of the CAB and packed the regional offices with her lackeys.

See previous posts for info on the Gazelle and the Moultons.

In 1985 Barbara and Ken acquired a boat and joined the Yachting Crowd of Anglesey. The Gazelle was located on the banks of the Menai Strait and provided the catering for the Regattas. Someone else who had his yacht moored off of Anglesey was Mike Williams, the Charge Nurse of Bryn Golau at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, who knew exactly what Dafydd was up to and witnessed Dafydd turning up at midnight to conduct a ward round – just with me – when I was in bed…

It’s The Low Paid Angels! Excuse me while I drive over to where my yacht is moored… As with all psych angels of his generation, Mike was allowed to draw his NHS pension at 55 yrs old what with psych nursing Involving More Stress than normal nursing. Most of the psych Angels in north Wales, who could bear no more at 55 after years of being battered senseless and driven mad by the Dangerous Nutters whom they Cared For, drew their pensions and continued working full time, usually as Consultants or Trainers, flogging their services to the NHS or private medical companies. At least two of the former Denbigh Angels have substantial property-letting businesses and one has a second home in Florida.

After the business of Trishles, when we lived in Llandegfan among the NHS Millionaires, we were then targeted by two other security services plants whom Brown met through the small ads in New Statesman, but of a rather different nature to Trishles. The first was Leslie Gore, a vicious git who worked as an alcohol counsellor at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, after having worked in the North East as a lecturer at Sunderland Poly and a as a psychotherapist. Gore was followed by Naomi Grenfeld, an Orthodox Jewish teacher who lived in Stoke Newington. Naomi had advertised herself in NS as a writer with ‘writer’s block’ and asked for tuition. Naomi it transpired was as mad as Trishles and Gore, a postgrad student at St Mary’s University College, Strawberry Hill, Twickenham, who had gained her first degree from that institution by paying other people to complete her coursework and she wanted Brown to do the same for her Masters…

In 2014, the institution that gave Naomi at least one degree on the basis of work completed by someone else – Brown discovered that Naomi’s mother knew this, as did at least one tutor at St Mary’s University College – acquired full university status and is now St Mary’s University, Twickenham. It describes itself as a ‘Roman Catholic university’.

See previous posts for our adventures with Trishles, Gore and Naomi.

Brown’s dad Col Keith Brown was a senior British Army officer throughout Fatty’s time as Minister of State in the MoD. Col Brown was found dead in the summer of 2001, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published. [Apologies for stating in some posts that Keith died during the Waterhouse Inquiry; there are so many dates to correlate on this blog that there are errors getting through now and then; I always correct them as soon as I realise.]

Col Brown was in the British Army for decades. He went to Sandhurst as a young man, either in the late 1950s or early 60s and remained in the Army ever since. Keith was unusual in that he spent many years in the TA and then transferred to the Regular Army but kept his rank. I think Keith transferred to the Regular Army from the TA when he was a Lt Col in the 1970s. Just to confuse matters further, Keith then transferred back to the TA once more when he was older.

Whatever the details, Keith was in one of the Signals Regiments for years and served as Deputy Lieutenant of Somerset during the early 1980s; thus Keith hobnobbed with those in the West Country whom Fatty and Brian knew. See eg. ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

Carlo’s sister the Princess Snap was Col in Chief of Brown’s dad’s regiment and both of Brown’s parents met Snap. Brenda had rewarded Col Brown with an OBE in return for organising the Bristol celebrations for Brenda’s Silver Jubilee. Col Brown received his OBE along with Cliff and used to stress that his own OBE was a military OBE, not the sort of OBE that Savile and Cliff bagged.

Fatty Soames was born 1948 in Croydon. Fatty’s mum was Mary Churchill, who made an entire career out of being Winston’s daughter. Fatty of course has maxed out on being Churchill’s grandson; if he wasn’t, no-one would ever tolerate him. I will discuss Fatty’s mum and his dad Christopher later in this post.

After attending St. Aubyns Preparatory School in Sussex, Fatty attended Eton. Later Fatty studied at Mons Officer Cadet School, was commissioned into the 11the Hussars on 5 August 1967, then served in West Germany and Britain with the 11th Hussars and later the Royal Hussars. Fatty was transferred to the Regular Army Reserve of Officers on 9 March 1970 before resigning his commission on 5 August 1975.

In 1970, Fatty was appointed Equerry to Carlo or ‘Brian’ if one is an Eye reader. Fatty has remained a close friend of Brian ever since, so the two of them go back a long way. Brian graduated from Trinity College, Cambridge in June 1970.

Fatty publicly criticised Diana during Charles and Di’s estrangement when it was finally admitted that the Thoroughly Modern Marriage which followed the Fairytale Wedding had become horribly sour. When Diana first accused Brian of adultery with Camilla, Fatty told the BBC that the accusation and Diana’s fear of being slandered by her husband’s courtiers stemmed merely from Diana’s mental illness and “the advanced stages of paranoia”. Brian later admitted his adultery and Fatty apologised.

Fatty, the point is that although Diana was deeply distressed, is it not true that the distress resulted from post-natal depression – Brenda’s response was to state that Di would just have to ‘buck up’ – and an eating disorder, that was so badly mismanaged by the Palace that one can only marvel? Paranoia didn’t come into it. Brian was indeed having an affair with Camilla; in turn Di had affairs with numerous people, including James Hewitt from Devon who, after his fling with Di, had an affair with a girl who had lived near me in Somerset and went to Chilton Trinity School with me. I’m not Shocked and Disgusted at the Ugandan discussions but the constant stream of lies about that toxic arranged marriage was ridiculous.

It later transpired that Brian’s courtiers did smear Diana, as did his friends, including Jonathan Dimbleby and Fatty.

Furthermore, the Palace’s initial idea of ‘help’ for Di was a ludicrous old psychiatrist who banged on about Di having serious Mental Problems as a result of her Defective Genes and even seemed to think that Di’s mum leaving Di’s dad when Di was a girl was evidence of those Defective Genes. Di’s mum was a Bolter! Di’s parents also consulted a Top Doc over Di’s mum’s inability to give birth to a male heir early in their marriage. That Top Doc didn’t tell Di’s parents that it was Di’s dad who was responsible for their two daughters; Johnny Spencer’s sperms carrying X chromosomes kept fertilising those ova of Di’s mum, rather than those carrying Ys. Fortunately Di’s brother Charles Spencer later came along. I wonder if the Top Doc told Di’s parents that Charles was the result of that Top Doc’s pricey Treatment?

The batty old psychiatrist who denounced Di’s Defective Genes almost certainly knew Dafydd and Gwynne; after all Dafydd and Gwynne were mates with other Royal Docs and their friends and relatives, including Royal Gynaecologist Sir William Gilliatt – who delivered Brian and Anne – and Sir William’s son Roger Gilliatt. See previous posts. After the insane old fool had only succeeded in making Di even more distressed, someone hit on the idea of employing Susie Orbach. Susie Orbach doesn’t speak the language of Dafydd and Gwynne et al but not only did Susie Orbach fail to resolve Diana’s unhappiness, after Susie Orbach had the good sense never to publicly breathe a word about her famous client Orbach’s career took off in an impressive way. Orbach did of course end up as a Prof at the LSE for 10 years and is a BBC regular. Orbach does know about the organised abuse discussed on this blog.

Susie’s father was the British Labour MP Maurice Orbach^[1]. Maurice was educated at a technical college in Wales and then as an extramural student at New York University. Maurice was the MP for Willesden East, 1945-59 and then Stockport South, 1964-79. Stockport was on the site of the ring in Greater Manchester affiliated to the Gang and who concealed Gwynne and his lobotomising throughout the 1950s, 60s and 70s. Those colluding included some of the biggest names in the British medical establishment who were based in Manchester eg. Lord Robert Platt and Sir Douglas Black. In terms of Posh Ladies In NHS Governance, Richard Crossman’s pal Dame Isobel Graham Bryce’s presence in Manchester, her husband was a surgeon in Manchester, until they relocated to Oxford in the 1960s was a great help to Gwynne and Dafydd.

Orbach was a lifelong member of Poale Zion (Great Britain). He was General Secretary of the Jewish Trades Advisory Council (“a Committee of the Board of Deputies of British Jews, aimed at countering anti-Semitism in business life” during World War II) from 1940 and remained its Secretary until his death in 1976. So Orbach would have worked closely with Greville Janner in that role…

In 1937 Maurice was elected to the London County Council representing St Pancras South West, an area of Camden colonised even then by  the Bloomsbury Group and their mates who were part of the organised abuse network in Camden as well as in the Cwm Croesor area, where they had their Summer Colony. Maurice representing that ward will have stood him in good stead when he was after a seat in the Commons. Which he secured in 1964, the year that Dafydd was appointed to a consultant’s post at Denbigh and the year in which Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Kenneth Robinson became Harold Wilson’s Health Minister. Kenneth who had been the MP for St Pancras North since 1949 and who had previously been a Councillor for St Pancras and who had been educated at Oundle, Sir Clough’s old school.

Orbach was Chairman of Central Middlesex Group Hospital Management Committee. The Central Middlesex Hospital – as distinct from the Middlesex Hospital – in situated in the Willesden area and numbered among its senior Top Docs Sir Francis Avery Jones, a Welsh Top Doc who was mates with the Gang. See previous posts. Francis Avery Jones sat on the DHSS panel that dictated under which circumstances patients could demand access to their records. It was Francis who year after year stated that of course patients should always be given access to all information ‘unless it will cause them or another person harm’. I have numerous letters in my possession signed by the Gang telling me that I absolutely will never be given my records at any time under any circumstances because it had been decided that I and others would be at risk of harm if I was given access. Years later when my lawyer got those bastards in a corner in the High Court and I did receive copies, there were letters and memos written by Dafydd and Wood barking at everyone that I must NEVER be allowed access to my records. No rationale was provided, just the orders…

Francis Avery Jones may have done me (or rather the wider world) a favour in the long run. Because he was the deciding factor at the DHSS re access to records and a mate of the Gang, the Gang were so confident that I would never see those records that they wrote all sorts in them and added interesting documents as well, including copies of job applications made by me – one for a job with a colleague of Francis Avery Jones – copies of letters that I had written to people who told me that they knew how bad Dafydd was, I could always write to them if I needed to etc, newspaper cuttings featuring F and me, even reviews of F’s art exhibitions, letters that F and I had written to newspapers about matters including those unrelated to the NHS and the Gang, copies of academic papers that I had written, confidential information relating to other people, it was extraordinary.

The contents of my records also demonstrated that they were passed around to numerous people who should never have had access to them and at one point Alun Davies was keeping them in his house, as letter after letter was sent to me assuring me that my records were completely confidential and were only ever made available to Top Docs treating me…

One of Francis Avery Jones’s junior Docs was Jonathan Miller, before Jonathan became a Superstar, having gained a taste for that in Footlights. See previous posts. William Mars-Jones was a member of Footlights when he was at Cambridge. As was Graham Chapman – Chapman performed with Miller – who qualified as a Top Doc at Bart’s and spent his adult life sexually abusing teenagers ‘in plain sight’ a la Savile. Graham who spent much time in Snowdonia, being a keen climber and who was a close friend of one of the Top Tories who began using the Cottage Inn at Fiddington and other venues near Bridgwater for his socialising from the late 1980s… See eg. post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’.

Maurice Orbach was active in the World Jewish Congress (WJC). In 1954, on behalf of both the WJC and Churchill, Maurice went to Cairo to help save the lives of Jews sentenced to death as part of the Lavon Affair. Later, Orbach said that Egypt’s President, Gamal Abdel Nasser, had agreed to spare their lives but then reneged to balance their deaths with members of Muslim Brotherhood.

Maurice’s son Laurence taught history at Columbia University, New York, before founding Quarto Publishing in London in 1976. He was Chairman and CEO of The Quarto Group, Inc.

Susie Orbach read women’s history at the School of Slavonic Studies, London University and then did a PhD in psychoanalysis at the City University of New York.

With Luise Eichenbaum, Orbach created the Women’s Therapy Centre in 1976 and the Women’s Therapy Centre Institute, a training institute in New York, in 1981. She has been a consultant for The World Bank, the NHS and Unilever, who were so generous to Prof Fergus Lowe of the School of Psychology at UCNW when he blackmailed them over Philip Lever aka Lord Leverhulme’s connections to Dafydd and Sir Peter Morrison. Susie Orbach was co-originator of the Dove Campaign for Real Beauty. That led to those photos of attractive but plump women – well plump by Diana’s standards – appearing in advertising campaigns to Give Wimmin Body Comfidence. I didn’t think that it would work either, but it did wonders for Dove’s sales figures.

Susie is also a member of the steering group for the Campaign for Body Confidence – it’s working so well isn’t it Susie! – co-founded by Lynne Featherstone and Jo Swinson in March 2010.

Orbach has been a Visiting Scholar at the New School for Social Research in New York and was Visiting Professor at the LSE for ten years. She was Chair of the Relational School in the UK. Orbach is a convener of Anybody, an organisation that campaigns for body diversity. Susie is a co-founder and Board member of Antidote, which works for emotional literacy. Orbach is also a Co-founder of Psychotherapists and Counsellors for Social Responsibility.

Orbach lectures and broadcasts extensively world-wide and has been profiled in numerous newspapers; the organs of the liberal-left love Susie.

Orbach has a clinical practice and sees both individuals and couples in London. Orbach’s relationship with Joseph Schwartz, the father of her two children, ended after more than 30 years.

According to writer Jeanette Winterson, now Susie’s wife, Orbach “calls herself post-heterosexual”.

Body Confidence In A Highly Diverse Way:

A Client With Poor Self-Esteem and In Need Of Body Confidence:

While Diana was suffering from the eating disorder that Susie had bugger all effect on, Diana was wheeled out before audiences of Top Docs to talk about matters Health, to support charidees etc and in her speeches she made comments about her not suffering from an eating disorder. Her audiences knew that she was. Furthermore Di was called on to provide PR for many causes with which the Gang were closely connected. Di visited Broadmoor, after being invited by one Jimmy Savile – who doubled up as a marriage guidance counsellor for Brian and Diana as well as Princess Fergie and Andrew – and her visits to the AIDS ward of the Middlesex/UCL made heroes of the Top Docs treating those poor gays who had been abandoned by their families because of the Stigma. See previous posts.

The AIDS patients been abandoned because they were taken away from their families when young, sent to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused and forced to work as rent boys from their mid-teens and even if they did try and get back together with their families, they had been driven completely mad anyway and were usually addicted to the drugs given to them by the Gang, as well as being rife with STDs. The Middlesex was Gwynne’s old alma mater – William Gilliatt worked there and taught Gwynne and Roger Gilliatt trained there, I think just after Gwynne – and the Heroes at the Middlesex knew exactly how those young men had become infected with HIV. So did the DHSS – under Norman Fowler – it was why the funding was made available to the Middlesex for their care. Meanwhile, up in north Wales children were still being abused and trafficked, including at Ty’r Felin, the children’s home in Bangor.

For details of the beneficiaries of AIDS-Caring dosh other than the Middlesex/UCL (the two institutions had merged by the time that the flagship AIDS ward had opened) after those in Gov’t realised that the kids who they knew were being sent to north Wales and forced into sex work were dying and some good PR was needed for Gwynne and Dafydd’s partners in crime in London, see eg. ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

Many of the Gwerin at Bangor University who Hated Graham Day were former north Wales social workers who had been responsible for the kids who were abused and trafficked eg. Dr Delyth Morris and Malcolm John; they had been given jobs at UCNW as social work tutors. Some of their students were named in the Waterhouse Report as the staff of the children’s homes under investigation. One of the social workers who was responsible for Ty’r Felin in the 1980s was Meri Huws aka the Crack of Doom. The Crack of Doom became a social work lecturer at Coleg Menai in Bangor, then at the Normal College in Bangor and after a brief stint in Dublin, the Crack returned to north Wales and was appointed Head of the Dept of Lifelong Learning by the by then VC of Bangor University, Prof Roy Evans. Meri had been a student at Aberystwyth University when Carlo spent that term there in 1968 learning Welsh. See previous posts eg. ‘On The Occasion Of The 70th Birthday Of HRH Carlo’.

See previous posts eg. ‘Local Accessories’, ‘Are You Local?’ and ‘People With Energy’ for further details of the incestuous idiocy that could only have been designed to ensure that the serious crime continued. Fatty Soames was in the Commons throughout and a Minister during much of it.

Perhaps Fatty knows why the son of one of the Top Docs who worked in Bangor during the 1950s and 60s, who knew Gwynne and Dafydd and was Of The Gang, used to maintain that Carlo was known to be ‘AC/DC’ when he was at Trinity College, Cambridge. This man was at Trinity College himself, later worked as an academic at UCNW and also proffered the opinion that Di’s death was not an accident.

When I heard about Carlo being AC/DC at Trinity, all I could think of was the Sylvie Krin ‘Eye’ serial ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ character Sir Alan Fitztightly, who runs Carlo’s baths, adds the Duchy Organic bath oils and scrubs Carlo’s back and makes reference to Backstairs Billy, the Queen Mum’s Loyal Retainer who after Backdoor Billy’s death from AIDS it was admitted had a taste for teenaged boys and was running a Vice Ring, as detailed in previous posts.

Fatty, in 1984, your mate Carlo made an arrangement with Prof Eric Sunderland, Thatch and Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer of the UGC – Swinnerton-Dyer was a maths don at Cambridge, used to walk around the University dressed in nothing but a small towel wrapped around his nether regions and propositioned male undergrads – that UCNW would not be shut down in exchange for my career and the careers of other witnesses being ruined. That is why after 1984 the whole institution was full of thousands of gits silently blackmailing the authorities and why those involved in very serious crime were given jobs as academics that they simply couldn’t do. Their standards were laughable, Meri, Dr Duckula Morris et al had no understanding of what academic work involved; however they couldn’t be challenged because of the barrel of crap that was being concealed.

The main problem being Gwynne the Lobotomist sitting in the Student Health Centre running a trafficking ring with Dr D.G.E. Wood and of course Dafydd giving orders in the Dept of Psychology. But the entire institution was a vehicle for the Gang anyway.

Those are the facts Fatty, no matter how distraught Diana became. Your pal Carlo was the Chancellor of UCNW for decades. In 1988 Carlo received a letter from Alison Taylor telling him that children in north Wales were being abused; his ‘office’ wrote back saying that he couldn’t get involved.

Then there was Carlo’s support for Bishop Peter Ball after Ball had been caught molesting boys. Carlo insulted one of the complainants and allowed Peter Ball to live in one of Carlo’s cottages on the Duchy estate in Somerset. Somerset at the time hosted a number of vicars who were molesters or just criminals, as discussed in ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’ The cottage was at Aller.

There is a beauty spot at Aller known as Marshall’s Elm. My friends’ mum Mrs Slocombe used to take me there in her Morris Minor with my friends, her two boys David and Philip, for picnics when we lived near the Slocombes at Bawdrip. Bawdrip hosted a molesting vicar, the Rev Rigg, who’s offending was concealed by George Carey, who also concealed Peter Ball’s sex crimes. Mrs Slocombe knew about Rigg, all the local women who were involved with Bawdrip Church did, they were locking their doors at home to stop Rigg coming in because he hassled adults as well as children. David Slocombe later married the daughter of a local policeman; David has worked for Devon and Somerset County Councils… See ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’.

David’s brother Philip has featured in previous posts; Philip went to Sheffield University and ended up working in the financial services. Philip joined the Federation of Conservative Students at Sheffield. Sheffield University hosted a few big hitters who supported the Gang, including Hans Krebs who discovered the Krebs Cycle and of course the city of Sheffield was part of Savile’s empire and ruled politically by David Blunkett who colluded with Savile and the Gang, as did Blunkett’s henchmen, including Clive Betts. See post ‘The Big Questions’. Hans’s son Lord John Krebs was a junior zoologist of no reputation at all who went to work at UCNW, discovered a paedophile ring and did even better out of that than his old dad who made an historical advance in biochemistry/physiology. See post ‘The Science Of Animal Behaviour’.

Philip and I wrote to each other until about 1983. The Dirty Digger has Philip’s letters to me, they were in the boxes of documents that were stolen from my house, flogged to the Digger, given to George Carman QC etc.

Now here’s another Everyday Story Of Bridgy Folk. Philip went to Huish’s Grammar School in Taunton and his big mate at Huish’s was Micky Maxwell. Micky Maxwell, while still at university, became quite a wealthy man. In fact Micky acquired three houses when still a student. No-one quite knew how. Micky wasn’t from a privileged family, Micky was the clever kid of a Bridgwater family and gave his older brother a terrible time for not being academic. Micky’s older brother went to Haygrove School in Bridgwater – he was there when Brown was at Haygrove – and after leaving school became a carpenter. A girl in my own class at Chilton, Julie Coombes, had been friends with Micky’s older brother and she sort of swapped around as the girlfriend of Micky’s brother and his friends. When I was in my first year at UCNW, I was back in Bridgy for a few days and I bumped into Julie. She had just got married to Jon Barnard, Micky Maxwell’s brother’s friend and they had busted a gut to buy a small new-build on the east (the undesirable) side of Bridgwater. Julie seemed to be set for a rather boring existence in Bridgy.

Imagine my surprise when I was advised to take an interest in Julie and Jon Barnard’s business in Bridgwater the other day. Jon’s small ailing business became very, very successful ooh at about the time when the luck of so many people in Bridgy took a turn for the better as the Gang came after me… I note that after I began this blog Julie resigned as a Director of her husband’s company.

Julie arrived at Chilton School later than the usual age at which kids start secondary school. She had previously been at St Audries School, a girls’ boarding school at East Quantoxhead, very different to Chilton. I think that her family must have hit sudden financial problems although I never asked her; they were short of money, Julie was still wearing her St Audries uniform and was being targeted for it. Like me, Julie never had money for trendy clothes and she got it in the neck for quite a few years at Chilton because of this.

I never went to Julie’s house, but they lived in a ‘better’ area of Bridgy, having managed to hang on to the house when they were clobbered by whatever disaster hit them. I’m fairly sure that they lived in Durleigh, the eccentric choice of habitat favoured by Alan Yentob when, during the Waterhouse Inquiry, Botney decided that Bridgy was the place for him to live. See comments following my post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

The Slocombes lived at Durleigh as well. Quite a few people knew me at Durleigh. They don’t know who Botney is though, although they might now that I’ve blogged about his house near Durleigh reservoir. There is however one person who lives near Botney who knows who Botney is. That is my friend who went to Stirling University with Lord Jack McConnell and who was forced out of his job at the BBC when his wife, who had already tangled with Michael Grade and Grade’s mate Samuel Brittan in that 1985 summer job at the Edinburgh Fringe box office, wanted to make a documentary about north Wales when she worked at the Royal Television Society. She was a close friend of mine at Chilton Trinity School and knew Julie Coombes!

IMAGINE: these two walking down Durleigh Road:

I think that your cover would be blown Botney!

A residence in Durleigh:

When all young people used to take the piss out of ‘Terry and June’, Brown, a friend from Bridgy and I decided to write some episodes of ‘Terry and June’ that did not revolve around jokes about the cooking of the lady next door or Terry being incompetent re housework. We found that it was quite easy to write episodes of ‘Terry and June’; we had an episode in which June goes to Greenham Common and Terry thinks that she’s become a lesbian, an episode in which Terry catches an STD and the clinic sends the result back to his boss and a few more.

It’s just as well that we never bothered to send our ‘Terry and June’ scripts into the BBC, because when my friend worked there two years later, he found out that the Commissioning Dept received scripts from hopefuls, kept them in a huge tray and when another ‘script-writer’ had paid the required bribe, they were told to ‘take a script from that tray, any script that you want’. My friend worked in the Commissioning Dept with William Miller, son of Top Doc Jonathan, son of Emanuel the child psychiatrist, Jonathan who has been such a good friend to the Gang. See previous posts.

Hey Botney, Mrs Brown used to attend a Wimmin’s Discussion Group at Bridgwater College and in one session they conducted a feminist analysis of ‘Terry and June’.

Botney, if middle-aged ladies in Bridgy were ripping ‘Terry and June’ apart as nonsense, who did you think was actually watching it?

Here is a recent photo of Botney to enable his neighbours to identify him on sight:

While Botney has been living under cover in Bridgy, he has been the driver behind some Bridgy Community Initiatives!

There will be more info re Botney and Bridgy in future posts…

I knew another former St Audries pupil as well as Julie Coombes; a girl called Juliet who was in my A level biology class at Bridgwater College. Juliet’s dad farmed on the Somerset Levels, but I remember Juliet telling me that he wasn’t like the neighbouring farmers – I think that Juliet’s dad was interested in various avant garde farming methods and diversification that is much more common these days but was unusual then – and didn’t get on with them. Juliet witnessed much of the insanity at Bridgwater College, particularly on the part of Pam Sellers, the peculiar biology teacher who carried out vindictive attacks on certain students and cancelled our lessons on a Wednesday afternoon because she always went to the Brewhouse Theatre in Taunton then (see previous posts). Juliet was friendly and pleasant but I don’t think that she felt able to tangle with Sellers et al. Her parents were strict and put her under much pressure; she did well in her A levels but not well enough to get into medical school and they gave her a hard time over it. Juliet’s dad featured in a TV documentary on diversification in farming in 1980 and Sellers insisted on us watching the film in class, although Juliet was known to be extremely uncomfortable with this.

I have also been advised to take an interest in the now huge Bridgwater construction business established decades ago by an Italian PoW, Mr Notaro. The Notaros were/are a big family and the older generation had suffered much racism from certain cohorts in Bridgy, ‘those bloody Eyeties’. The original Mr Notaro really did begin with nothing, he lived in an old railway carriage on Paul Triggol’s farm – run by Paul’s dad Alvon Triggol in those days – that neighboured our house near Fiddington and worked really hard…

It’s a real laugh, although the Notaros were doing well when I left Bridgy, they are now building everything in Somerset, absolutely everything. Previous posts have discussed how Tom King’s neglect of the Bridgwater constituency left the town with bugger all employment, but loads of warehouses and big new-build estates, designed to house people who couldn’t afford Taunton prices. Virtually every one of those huge new-build estates has a Notaro flag flying from it. Yes, the Notaros even have their own flag these days.

There was a leading light in the Bridgwater Tories who really hated the Notaros, including all other Italians who stayed in Somerset after their PoW days in WW II. He was a builder himself, he did loads of building work for the Tories in the belief that they would then elect him as a Councillor, but they didn’t. They had an arrangement not to elect him because he was ‘uncouth’. Which he was, but he still did all that building work for them. The Uncouth Tory had a lot of kids and the family were famous in Bridgy because their mum was a martial arts expert, which was very unusual in those days in Bridgy. She had a wild temper and the Uncouth Tory, despite being sizeable, was thrown around the house by her, as were the kids. One of the Uncouth Tory’s sons rated himself as a chess player and had been the Bridgy Chess Champion. When he heard that I played chess, it was the usual ‘Ooh I’ll beat that girl, girls can’t play chess’. So we played a game. I won. He said it was a fluke, another game was needed. I won. It continued, he then returned on another day for a ‘best of three’ match. Er, yes…

Philip G! There was no mystery! You WERE the Bridgy chess champion but the Bridgwater schools didn’t have any chess champions and you learnt chess at Sydenham School. They weren’t up to much re chess at Sydenham so you never learnt to play against a fierce opponent. I did. The Bridgwater Tories will hate this, but my annoying old grandfather taught me chess when I was seven or eight. Furthermore he never let me win. I was really pissed offt this as a kid, every Sunday I was thrashed at chess by grandpa. Then when I was 10 I beat him. So I could beat nearly everyone else at chess as well. I can’t anymore, because I went to school in Bridgwater I never found kids who were better than me to play against so I never improved. In my 20s, everyone keen on chess beat me at chess…

The Uncouth Tory who hated Eyeties hated Eyeties so much that he wouldn’t speak to them. In fact he wouldn’t even look at them. I heard witness accounts; teenagers who were friends with the offspring of Italian PoWs would talk about the Uncouth Tory meeting them in Bridgy with their Italian friends and cutting the Italian friends dead. If the Italian kids tried to say something to the Uncouth Tory, he would look in the opposite direction. If they persisted, he walked off. It was truly impressive bigotry.

Here’s a nice picture of the MP for Bridgwater at the time, with Paddy Pantsdown and Jim Callaghan’s daughter. (Jim’s daughter, after divorcing Dr Death’s friend Peter Jay, married Top Doc Prof Michael Adler, an HIV/AIDS Expert from the Middlesex/UCL. Baroness Jay met Michael through her own HIV/AIDS work. See previous posts.)

There will be another blog post on Somerset Life soon; if any readers know who was leading Somerset Education Authority in the 1970s and 80s, please let me know, because they were very guilty indeed and I haven’t been able to find out who they were.

When questioned by the inquest into the death of Diana, Fatty Soames said that he saw his job as “to speak up for the Prince of Wales”. Fatty denied threatening Diana and warning her that “accidents happen” in the months before she died.

In 1972, Fatty left Kensington Palace and the British Army to work as a stockbroker. In 1974, Fatty became a personal assistant; first to Sir James Goldsmith and then in 1976 to US Senator Mark Hatfield, whose employ Fatty left in 1978 to become a Director of Bland Welch, Lloyd’s Brokers. Between 1979–81, Fatty was an Assistant Director of the Sedgwick Group.

Sir Jams Goldsmith has featured in previous posts and comments. Sir Jams was very rich, very right wing, very excessive, took part in many Ugandan discussions and was a mate of Lord Lucan and John Aspinall, the boozing, gambling, self-diagnosed alpha male who kept a zoo in which the lions devoured the keepers. See previous posts.

Fatty was elected as the MP for Crawley at the 1983 General Election and held the seat until 1997. In the 1997 General Election, Fatty stood as the successful Tory candidate for Mid-Sussex after Tim Renton stood down at the election. Fatty has remained the constituency MP since then.

Both constituencies that Fatty has represented are in Bloomsbury Group country and the area elects Councillors and MPs who conceal the Sussex end of Dafydd’s operation. Kids in care from north Wales were trafficked to brothels in Brighton.

Hellingly Hospital, formerly known as the East Sussex County Asylum, was experienced by Patient F before he moved in north Wales in 1979. F told me that Hellingly was if anything as dangerous as Denbigh. While there a completely psychotic patient tried to murder F and told staff that he’d have another go as soon as he could. F was discharged, although homeless and far from well himself, after the Top Doctors admitted that the hospital could not keep him safe from the man who was keen to kill him. It was also at Hellingly that F, a slightly built hippy, was challenged to a fight with a sizeable aggressive non-hippy. The response of the Angels was to gather in a circle to watch the big fight.

Since I began this blog I received information that Hellingly Top Docs were part of Dafydd’s network and the Grapevine Of Corruption was brought into use one more when F began confronting social workers in Gwynedd when he found out about the boys in the Ty Newydd children’s home being beaten up by the social workers. See previous posts, including for more info on Hellingly.

I’m also fairly sure that the family of the odious Mandy Leigh who worked at St George’s when I did and spent her entire time toadying to those facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring and trampling over everyone else lived in one of those constituencies represented by Fatty.

So why did Fatty spontaneously change constituencies in 1997, as the Waterhouse Inquiry was launched??

Tim Renton was a key member of Thatch’s Gov’ts. Renton stood down in 1997, bagging a peerage and thus made way for Fatty.

The Right Honourable The Lord Renton of Mount Harry PC
Minister for the Arts
In office 28 November 1990 – 11 April 1992
Prime Minister	John Major
Preceded by	David Mellor
Succeeded by	David Mellor (as Secretary of State for National Heritage)
Chief Whip of the House of Commons Parliamentary Secretary to the Treasury
In office 24 July 1989 – 28 November 1990
Prime Minister	Margaret Thatcher
Preceded by	David Waddington
Succeeded by	Richard Ryder
Minister of State for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs
In office 2 September 1985 – 13 June 1987
Prime Minister	Margaret Thatcher
Preceded by	Richard Luce
Succeeded by	David Mellor
Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs
In office 11 September 1984 – 1 September 1985
Prime Minister	Margaret Thatcher
Preceded by	Ray Whitney
Succeeded by	Tim Eggar
Member of Parliament for Mid Sussex
In office 28 February 1974 – 1 May 1997
Preceded by	Constituency Created
Succeeded by	Nicholas Soames
Personal details
Born	28 May 1932 (age 87)
Political party	Conservative
Alma mater	Magdalen College, Oxford

Eton-educated Ronald Timothy Renton, Baron Renton of Mount Harry, also served as a Minister of State in the Home Office but I’m not sure when. That Tim was Thatch’s Chief Whip from 24 July 1989 until Thatch was deposed in Nov 1990 tells us much that we need to know about Tim. I was lured into the trap of a seemingly wonderful job at St George’s in April/May 1989; Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain published a co-authored paper with Prof Ollie Brooke just as I was in the process of applying for/accepting the job.

Ollie, the key player in a pan-European paedophile ring, had been jailed for child porn offences in Dec 1986 and was released early when he appealed to Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in May 1987. At both of his trials, hundreds of letters of support for Ollie ‘from colleagues’ were submitted to the presiding judges. The world was told that Ollie was a sad, disgraced man who was finished. See post ‘Oliver!’.

Staff at St George’s spoke to me of the unfortunate Ollie episode, of how Chamberlain was sorry that such a ‘brilliant scientist’ had been ruined, but that Ollie was long gone. Ollie was never a ‘brilliant scientist’; he did what most medics of his era did ie. a few not very impressive publications as a junior doc in order to demonstrate sufficient science to bag a consultant’s job. Once Ollie had been given his post as a consultant paediatrician and Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s – by Nice Lady Doctor Baroness June Lloyd, who knew when she became Head of the newly established Dept of Paediatrics at St George’s that a huge trafficking ring was being facilitated by St George’s and that her job was to fill that Dept of Paediatrics with other Top Docs who would develop the ring (see previous posts) – Ollie never published anything again, until a hastily co-authored paper appeared in a paediatrics journal edited by one of his mates literally days before his trial in Dec 1986. Thus Ollie could be constructed as an active, cutting edge academic paediatrician when the Court was told of his many wonders.

Ollie’s next foray into academia was with Chamberlain when they published a paper just as Chamberlain was offering me a job with his team. St George’s was given as Ollie’s affiliated institution on that paper. Ollie and other St George’s staff then published a small number of papers together while I was working at St George’s. Ollie’s address on the papers was yet again given as St George’s. Once it was clear that I was going to get the hell out of St George’s asap, the brilliant scientist stopped publishing with my colleagues and indeed never published anything ever again. See post ‘Too Many Pills’. Ollie’s sudden and late flush of academic authorship not only coincided with my arrival and time at St George’s, but also with the repeated efforts that Chamberlain’s mates in north Wales made to have me imprisoned by perjuring themselves in the High Court at various locations in England and Wales. Those Court cases correlated perfectly with various crucial events taking place during Thatch’s final years as PM and the fortunate of her friend, Minister and aide, Peter Morrison. See post ‘The Bitterest Pill’.

Tim Renton was Chief Whip throughout it all. He was Chief Whip in late 1989 when a ‘case conference’ was held in north Wales about my dangerousness, by the Gang, while I was living and working in London. The driving force behind the case conference was Tony Francis. It was held by a man of whom I had never heard until a few years ago when my lawyers accessed the documentation, Dr Chris Hunter. People of whom I had never met or indeed heard of gave evidence about me as well as members of the Gang who had repeatedly broken the law with regard to me and others. Hunter’s conclusion was that I was extremely dangerous and should be incarcerated in a high security psych hospital. Hunter offered to compile a report for the Court about me; I was not facing any charges at the time. See post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’.

Posts such as ‘Security, Security’ have discussed the two Public Inquiries into the horrors of Ashworth Hospital on Merseyside in the late 1980s/90s. Ashworth was run as one of the Gang’s personal prisons and the place was in chaos. A sex abuse ring was running within the hospital, the brutality was unbelievable and the murder of a patient by an Angel finally drew attention to just how bad things were there. Both Inquiries concluded that the Angels had been a little excessive but the main problem was an institution containing Dangerous Nutters. Dafydd’s mates made up the panels of both Inquiries. The Angels of Ashworth were all members of the POA (Prison Officers Association) and many of them were members of the National Front. The POA ran Ashworth and there were fist fights between Angels, Top Docs and clin psychologists, all three ‘professional’ groups hating each other. The POA were far more violent than the Top Docs or clin psychs so they won the day; their Professional Colleagues had their tyres slashed, received death threats and had fire bombs placed under their cars.

Dr Chris Hunter had established and managed Lawrence Ward, the ‘personality disorder unit’ at Ashworth, where the most serious ‘problems’ existed. Having presided over such excellence, Chris Hunter was also given the Caswell Clinic in south Wales to run, another facility for treating Dangerous Nutters. Well he was an Expert.

Tim Renton was also Chief Whip throughout the events detailed in my post ‘The Bitterest Pill’, in which during the first eight months of 1990, the Gang repeatedly took me to the High Court in attempts to have me imprisoned on the basis of extensive perjury that was exposed during each case. The lawyers and judges involved were colleagues and personal friends of many of Thatch’s Ministers who were lawyers themselves. ‘The Bitterest Pill’ correlates dates of the events; they were clearly happening in direct relation to scraps within Thatch’s Gov’t and Sir Peter Morrison’s roles in that Gov’t.

I have detailed many times on the blog how city financiers were involved with the Westminster Paedophile Ring. One of the Gang’s main men in the city was Peter Walker. It needs to be borne in mind that Edward du Cann’s battle with my grandfather – du Cann, the Tory MP for Taunton, was a good friend of Peter Walker – when I was still a kid added fuel to the fire re the Gang’s pursuit of me.

Du Cann was such a successful and well-connected crook that, even after his public outing as a crook in 1974 after the collapse of Keyser Ullman, the merchant bank of which du Cann was a Director (it was in 1974 that Stuart the paedophile who was a spotter for Dafydd’s Gang moved into a cottage down the lane from our house, he was one of our two nearest neighbours), as discussed in ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’, du Cann remained an important figure in the City. But then du Cann was back in business shortly after his bankruptcy in 1993 and no matter how many millions were owed to people after the collapse of yet another Edward du Cann vehicle, du Cann always found himself living more than comfortably. He ended his days living in Cyprus – by which time D.G.E. Wood was running clinics on Cyprus – owning vineyards. See previous posts.

Du Cann didn’t just run a corner shop a la Thatch’s dad, he always Thought Big. In 1984, du Cann succeeded Duncan Sandys – who was married to Diana Churchill, the eldest sister of Fatty’s mum Mary – as Chairman of Lonrho. du Cann was succeeded as the Chair of Lonrho himself by Tiny Rowland, when du Cann was forced to resign his Chairmanship as a result of the collapse of Homes Assured of which du Cann was Deputy Chairman. In true du Cann style, he resigned as Deputy Chair two days before Homes Assured collapsed, owing £10 million to creditors.

Lonrho, a multinational with big interests in mining and Rhodesia, starred in previous posts, but it was such an impressive shitfest that I continue to find further gems. I might dedicate yet another blog post to Lonrho if I have time.

Tiny Rowland (discussed extensively in previous posts) had been CEO of Lonrho, 1962-94 and was famously the subject of Grocer Heath’s ‘unacceptable face of capitalism’ comments in 1973. The unacceptability did not go away. Tiny was forced to step down as Chair of Lonrho in Oct 1993 after a boardroom coup organised by Dieter Bock. See previous posts.

Then there was the battle between Tiny and al Fayed re the ownership of Harrods…

Oh well accidents happen as Fatty reassures us.

One of Tiny’s fellow Directors of Lonrho when the Grocer denounced it as the unacceptable face of capitalism was Angus Ogilvy. The Bridgwater Tories used to be obsessed with Angus Ogilvy, Ogilvy was seen as epitomising all that was cool and glamourous about Toryism and Poshness. I didn’t realise that he was a mate of Edward du Cann’s, that’ll be how Angus came into the orbit of the Enmore Set, who considered themselves a cut above Durleigh.

Sir Angus James Bruce Ogilvy, (14 September 1928-26 December 2004) was best known as the husband of Princess Alexandra, one of Brenda’s cousins. Ogilvy was named in the scandal involving Lonrho breaking the sanctions against Ian Smith’s regime in Rhodesia. After Ogilvy’s business career ended in 1976 as a result of the Lonrho affair,  Angus was heavily involved in charidee work.

The Hon. Angus Ogilvy was the second son of the 12th Earl of Airlie and Lady Alexandra Coke, the daughter of the 3rd Earl of Leicester. Angus’s grandmother, Mabell Ogilvy, Countess of Airlie, was a close friend and Lady-in-Waiting to Queen Mary. Queen Mary featured in previous posts; Mary was the Queen Consort of King George V. George V was killed prematurely with opiates by Top Doc Lord Bertrand Dawson of Penn, as Penn admitted. Mary’s brother, the Earl of Athlone (originally Prince Alexander of Teck, Mary being Princess Mary of Teck of German Royalty) was Chairman of the Middlesex Hospital and Chancellor of the University of London. I’m not sure if Queen Mary’s brother was still Chairman of the Middlesex when Gwynne trained there, but the Earl of Athlone was Chancellor of London University when that institution gave Gwynne his degree in medicine. See previous posts for the gen on the Tecks…

Ogilvy’s father was a Lord-in-Waiting to King George V and Lord Chamberlain to Backstairs Billy’s boss who evolved into the Queen Mum but went under the name of Queen Elizabeth when Angus’s dad was Lord-in-Waiting. Angus Ogilvy was a second cousin of Diana Mosley, second cousin of Lavinia Fitzalan-Howard, Duchess of Norfolk, and a second cousin once removed of Robert Gascoyne-Cecil, 5th Marquess of Salisbury. Angus was also third cousin, once removed, of Pamela Harriman.

Angus Ogilvy is also related to Fatty Soames. Angus’s grandfather, Lt Col David Stanley Williams Ogilvy 11th (or 6th) Earl of Airlie, was the brother of Clementine Ogilvy Hozier aka Mrs Winston Churchill.

Ogilvy was educated at Heatherdown School near Ascot and then Eton. Between 1946 and 1948, while on National Service, Angus was commissioned as an officer in the  Scots Guards. Angus completed a BA in PPE at Trinity College, Oxford, graduating in 1950.

After Oxford, Ogilvy worked at the Drayton company, later working with Tiny Rowland in Drayton’s subsidiary, London and Rhodesia Mining and Land Company aka Lonrho.

L-R: Sir James Ramsay (Governor of Queensland), Princess Alexandra, Sir Angus Ogilvy, and Lady Janet Ramsay at Government House, 1978

On 24 April 1963, Ogilvy married Princess Alexandra of Kent, a granddaughter of  King George V, at Westminster Abbey. The wedding ceremony was attended by all the members of the Royal Family and was broadcast worldwide on TV, watched by an estimated 200 million people.

The Royal Wedding served the function of so many Royal Weddings, in that it was an excellent distraction from other matters, in this case the Profumo Affair that had been for some months been providing wonderfully sordid revelations re the conduct of people dangerously close to Royals and rumours of the involvement of Royals per se. John Profumo had made his statement to the House denying any impropriety with Christine Keeler on 22 March 1963. Not that anyone believed Profumo; a row ensued with various MPs taking chunks out of each other and in particular Harold Macmillan the PM; Mr Thrope and Nigel Birch – the Tory MP for Flintshire (which became West Flintshire), who later became Lord Rhyl and was a paid up member of the Gang – led the fray. See previous posts.

Meanwhile, Ma’am Darling and her husband Lord Snowdon were enjoying recreational chemicals and Ugandan discussions, some of those services being provided by Gwynne and Dafydd. Lord S – who’s grandfather was a psychiatrist, had his country house near Caernarfon where Lords S and Ma’am Darling dropped in to stay from time to time – was a good mate of Mr Thrope and Roger Gilliatt as well as Jeremy Fry, who lived in Bath. Lord S and Ma’am Darling’s wedding on 6 May 1960 proved a problem where the selection of the best man was concerned. Jeremy Fry was ruled out because he has recently been convicted of opportuning for immoral purposes, Mr Thrope couldn’t do it either because he had been boasting of having shagged both Ma’am Darling and Lord S, so the job was given to Roger Gilliatt. Gwynne’s mate.

For the extraordinary background to Ma’am Darling’s arranged and, from the very outset, utterly toxic marriage to Lord Snowdon, see post ‘Holding The Country To Ransom – Part II’.

Jeremy Fry wasn’t allowed in the wedding photos but he remained a good mate of the Snowdons. Jeremy lived near Bath and held really good parties, nearly as good as those at Cliveden. In Lord S’s final years, it was revealed by a DNA test that Lord S was the biological father of Polly Fry, Jeremy Fry’s daughter. Polly was conceived at the time of the engagement of Ma’am Darling and Lord S. Lord S warmly welcomed Polly as an addition to his family. See previous posts.

I’m not Shocked and Disgusted at the Ugandan discussions and I hope that if a male friend or partner of mine discovered that they had fathered someone years ago they would not be dishonest enough to deny it or tell the long-lost offspring to get lost. My problem here is with the involvement of Gwynne and Dafydd, their activities in coercing people to enter the sex industry who were absolutely not interested and their destruction of anyone who dared challenge their criminal activities.

Jeremy Fry was a member of the Fry’s chocolate dynasty and much of the dynasty was based in Bristol. See previous posts for info on Jeremy and his family.

Bath is not far from Bristol and the two cities have excellent transport links. Bath is a lot posher than Bristol and during the 1980s, Bath became very expensive indeed and was the habitat of wealthy people who worked in London. The train from Paddington to Bath was not like any other West Country train, it was mind-blowing in terms of the packed first class carriage of city gents boozing on their way home.

Bath did not only become popular with Civil Service mandarins and city financiers, it also acted as a magnet for celebs. Rockers purchased homes there, including Peter Gabriel; Artists also accumulated in the surrounding area because there were people in Bath who could afford to pay high prices for works of art. F once sold an oil painting to an interior designer in Bath for thousands. No-one in north Wales could afford to pay F the sort of prices that his work commanded when he did manage to sell it in Bath or London.

In 1969 the pop artist Peter Blake left London to live at Bath.

Sir Peter Blake CBE RDI RA
The First Real Target, 1961, Tate Gallery
Born	Peter Thomas Blake 25 June 1932 (age 87) Dartford, Kent, England
Education	Royal College of Art
Known for	Painting, Printmaking
Notable work	Self-Portrait with Badges, 1961
Movement	Pop art
Spouse(s)	Jann Haworth (m. 1963; div. 1979) Chrissy Wilson (m. 1987)

Sir Peter Thomas Blake (born 25 June 1932) is best known for co-creating the sleeve design for the Beatles’ album Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. His other best known works include the cover of the Band Aid single ‘Do They Know It’s Christmas?’ and the Live Aid concert poster. Blake also designed the 2012 Brit Award statuette. See previous posts for details of the Beatles’ connections to the Gang, as well as those of Paula Yates and more information re Peter Black.

Lesley Crowther lived in Bath and was nearly killed when he crashed his Rolls when driving home to Bath on 3 Oct 1992. Crowther sustained serious head injuries and was never the same again. No cause of the crash was ever identified. Crowther was the father-in-law of Phil Lynott from Thin Lizzy who developed serious Class A addiction problems and died as a result on 4 Jan 1986. The account of Lynott’s ‘treatment’ and death suggests serious neglect on the part of the Top Docs.

Leslie Crowther was heavily involved with charidees with links to those we know and love. Crowther had serious drink problem and although he and his family spoke of his Treatment and how Proud everyone was of him, again there are indications of the very familiar ‘We’ll not work too hard to save this rich drunk who knows about organised abuse’ Top Docs’ attitude. Crowther struggled on after his car crash and died on 29 Sept 1996, just as The Hague announced that Ronnie Waterhouse would be holding his Inquiry in four months time. Patient F and I had just been arrested yet again and preparations to sent me to a secure unit were in hand…

Crowther’s family seemed unaware that the Top Docs had not always acted in the best interests of Crowther and Lynott.  See previous posts for further details re Crowther and Phil Lynott…

There are elite ‘detox’ clinics in the vicinity of Bath and such clinics are often a cover for flogging yet more drugs to the celebs. That is rife in NHS clinics and it is even more common in the posh expensive clinics because the patients have a lot of money of which they can be relieved. Cecil Parkinson’s wife Ann helped establish one such facility – Action Of Addiction – after the Parkinsons’ daughter Mary developed addiction problems and became a sex worker. The rescued Mary was found dead on Dec 10 2017. Mary had Committed Suicide By Hanging Herself. Two days after she was discharged from the private Nightingale Hospital.

After Mary’s difficult younger years:

‘she had reconciled with Cecil and his death in January 2016 hit her hard. Towards the end of her life she lived alone as she battled with depression.

Dr Mike McPhillips, a psychiatrist at the private Nightingale Hospital told the inquest: “She was transferred to my care in the summer of 2017. Mary did not really believe that she was mentally ill, and she did not believe she had been mentally ill in the past. She did not admit that she had a bipolar diagnosis. She really felt she should have been in an addiction centre. Friends and family met to discuss what to do. It had been a tremendous difficulty as a group of people trying to persuade Mary what we thought was the best course of action. She found it very difficult to make up her mind.”

Dr McPhillips added: “It was her persuasion to be part of the addiction treatment centre. She strongly believed it was the way to get better, even with things like depression. There was a point I was so concerned that I did invite a section assessment. Those who knew her had the challenging experience of looking her in the eyes and saying ‘Are you going to be alright?’ and then finding out she was planning on killing herself. There was a great anxiety about letting her out of the hospital. All possible levels of care, from living with a friend, living with a carer – everything had been discussed. On each occasion she found a way to avoid that care. Tragically she was found hanging on December 10.”

A friend had come around to meet Mary after she failed to show up for an outing. She peered through the letterbox and at first thought she was standing on the stairs, but then realised she was hanging. A neighbour then smashed a window to get into the house and called an ambulance.

Westminster Coroner Dr Shirley Radcliffe said: “It would seem to me it is a clear case, and that an appropriate conclusion, is that Mary Parkinson has killed herself. She was found hanging at her home address. She suffered from bipolar disorder. She went back to her home address and hung herself. Ambulance crews arrived but it was not possible to resuscitate her.”

The coroner said Miss Parkinson died as a result of asphyxiation and recorded a verdict of suicide.’

The usual advert followed this article from The Mirror:

Samaritans (116 123) operates a 24-hour service available every day of the year. If you prefer to write down how you’re feeling… [If necessary it will be amended by any Top Docs fearful of your credibility as a witness and shared with third parties, including the best lawyers that the MDU and NHS can find. Neither will the Sams help in cases of evidence of criminal activity of People In Gov’t, Aristocracy Or Royals.

This account of Mad Mary not knowing her own mind and having a cunning ability to outwit the kindest, most dedicated, insightful Top Doc is very familiar, as is the construction of Mary’s ‘real’ problem. Mary had actually acquired numerous diagnoses since she was 14: anorexia, addiction, depression… The comments from Mary’s latest Top Doc could have been cut and pasted from accounts written by the more plausible Top Docs in north Wales, such as Richard Tranter. Obviously Dafydd’s accounts are a little more exciting, with references to Wards For The Criminally Insane, Chilling Predictions Made By Professor Bluglass In A Grave Voice and Young Women With A Distinct Air Of Menace Who Are A Danger To Themselves And Others Suffering From A Possible Process Psychosis [That’s enough Dafydd; Ed]…

Mary Parkinson had knowledge of Crime In High Tory Places. She was found hanging after this blog really got underway and had mentioned people very well-known to Cecil…

 

See previous posts for details of Mary Parkinson and her mother Lady Ann’s contribution to Dafydd-land.

Some of the detox clinics were a well-kept secret; Will Self wrote of detoxing in a clinic near Weston-Super-Mare that I had no idea existed.

Will Self is married to journo Deborah Orr; they separated in 2017. I have only just discovered that Orr was Deputy Editor of ‘City Limits’ when ‘City Limits’ tried to persuade the man from Fiddington whom Dame Heather Hallett ensured did not go to prison for manslaughter to use ‘City Limits’  for PR and advertising purposes. He told them that he really didn’t want to be featured in a magazine for Homosexuals. They snapped ‘You’re not homophobic are you?’

Deborah: Yes he is! As are all of his mates, who were being cultivated by the Oxford crowd when the Gang were after my friends and I. I cannot believe that the degenerate but Oxbridge-educated offspring of the High Tories didn’t notice the cultural difference.

I knew that Deborah and Will knew all about the years of the Upper Classes Going To Bridgy but I had no idea that it was one of her staff who rang him up that day… I was in the room Deborah. I thought ‘That’ll show the unprincipled metropolitan classes what happens in the face of such shameless opportunism…’

I wonder if Deborah and Will have been to dinner at Durleigh with Botney?

Bath resident Peter Blake was part of the art movement known as the Brotherhood of Ruralists. Graham Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. They were given the name “Brotherhood of Ruralists” by the writer Laurie Lee.

Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketèlbey. Ovenden was a student at the Royal College of Music before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. Betjeman was a close friend of Harold Wilson’s wife Mary and the father of Candida, one of the originals of ‘Private Eye’. The Eye crowd knew of the Gang and the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Candida became Candida Lycett Green after she married Rupert, a Savile Row tailor made clothes for the Stars. In the 1960s, the Lycett Greens were part of Swinging London, friends with Sir Jams’s and Lord Lucan’s mate John Aspinall and the Beatles, Terence Stamp and the rest… See post ‘Come Friendly Bombs…’

Candida was also a friend of Carlo.

Candida died from pancreatic cancer on 19 Aug 2014. By then Operation Pallial had resulted in a few elderly molesters who once stalked north Wales being imprisoned but more importantly, the Macur Review of the Waterhouse Inquiry was on the way. Not that Candida, the key witness of the Posh End of the Gang’s network, could have caused much damage what with Call Me Dave and Theresa May carefully rigging the Macur Review and Lady Justice Macur redacting nearly all of her final Report that was as exhaustive and transparent as Ronnie’s original Inquiry had been, as Julia Macur confirmed.

R.I.P. Candida, founder of the Eye, an organ who’s founders employed Ronnie Waterhouse as their libel reader.

In 2006, Lycett Green organised various events to mark the centenary of her father’s birth. These included a gala at the Prince of Wales Theatre in London and a jamboree in Cornwall for eight thousand people.

Candida Lycett Green (left) unveiling a plaque commemorating her father, John Betjeman, at Marylebone Station in 2006:

Candida’s dad’s former pupil and friend Graham Ovenden attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968. One of his most important teachers was James Sellars, an expert on Samuel Palmer.

Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-upon-Thames in 1973 with his partner painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing “Barley Splatt”, a neo-Gothic building. All the building was done by Ovenden himself and by 1988 the house was about half finished. It was put on the market as an unfinished project in 2008 and sold.

Ovenden’s art work featuring pre-pubescent girls had long since caused concern, but Ovenden’s colleagues and friends robustly defended him and his work. At various times Ovenden’s work was seized by the police, censored, banned etc but was defended by eminent people including lawyer Lord Jeremy Hutchison and the artists David Hockney and Sir Hugh Casson (Casson taught Carlo watercolour painting). A number of models who had sat for Ovenden as children assured everyone that they had never encountered problems with him. Which they might not have, but some kids definitely did.

In March 2013, Ovenden went on trial at Truro Crown Court, accused with nine charges of indecency with a child and indecent assault on victims aged between six and 14. He denied the claims. On 2 April 2013, Ovenden was found guilty of six charges of indecency with a child and one charge of indecent assault against a child. The charges came from adults who claimed they had been abused by Ovenden as children. Some of them claimed that he abused children while they were posing for his pictures. The abuse charges related to incidents between 1972 and 1985. Ovenden was sentenced to 12 months imprisonment, suspended for two years. On 9 October 2013 the Appeal Court increased his sentence to an immediate prison term of 27 months.

While Ovenden seems not to have abused all the kids whom he encountered, some of them were very clear that he had abused them. Ovenden was a well-known gregarious man and at least some of the adults close to him must have known that there was genuine cause for concern. Yet their universal reaction in the face of questions was ‘How Very Dare You’…

Here’s Candida with Jilly Cooper, who writes books about posh people having sex with the lower orders – Jilly was a fan of Rhodri Morgan and even gave a donation to Rhodri’s campaign when he ran for the Leadership of the Welsh Labour Party –and Brian’s Missus:

Ovenden was defended by some very influential people. Jeremy Hutchison was of the Bloomsbury Group and his ex-wives/partners, friends and relations could be found everywhere; they included thespians, writers, lawyers and Top Docs with a good splattering of politicians and aristocrats eg. Peggy Ashcroft, John Mortimer (who shared sexual partners as well as friends with Roger Gilliatt), Grocer Heath….

Jeremy Hutchison was entertaining in Court but he boasted about defending ‘loveable rogues’ whom he knew were guilty and taking the piss out of witnesses whom he knew were telling the truth. Some of the loveable rogues were serious offenders who weren’t that loveable if one was on the receiving end of them.

Jeremy was best known for leading the defence at the Lady Chatterley trial. Hutchinson was a member of the Committee on Immigration Appeals and of the Committee on Identification Procedures; Vice-Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain and a Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts. At the Tate Gallery, Jeremy Hutchison was first a Trustee and then Chairman.

Jeremy was a member of Middle Temple, like Ronnie Waterhouse. Jeremy picked up his peerage in 1978, the year that Mr Thrope was charged…

Hutchison went to Stowe School, the institution that educated Peregrine Worsthorne and George Melly, who had consensual sex with each other when they were still at school. So why Perry railed against Homosexuality in the Sunday Torygraph in the 1980s I’m not sure. Perry is married to Lucinda Lambton, the daughter of Grocer Heath’s Minister Lord Lambton who made waves in 1973 when he was the centre of a tabloid scandal after Lord L was photographed smoking a joint in bed with two call girls supplied by a Mayfair agency. Ronnie Waterhouse’s lifelong bestest friend Robin Day interviewed Lord Lambton and spat at him ‘Why would a man like you need to use a WHORE?’ Lord Lambton explained that he liked a bit of variety and asked Day if he did as well.

I have always admired Lord Lambton for that response, it was by far the best way of dealing with Robin Day, a man who was a big mate of the lawyers  – Geoffrey Howe and others as well as Waterhouse – who protected Dafydd and Gwynne while they ran the paedophile/sex abuse ring. However I have found out that Lord Lambton was almost certainly using call girls supplied by the Gang himself; Lord Lambton’s family estate was in Co Durham, so he was on site with the Gang’s network whether he was at home or in London.

Antony Lambton was the cousin of Alec Douglas-Home. Lambton was elected to Durham City Council and to Durham County Council in 1947, serving for two years. He was Tory MP for Berwick-on-Tweed, 1951-73, a seat which was held by William Beveridge, 1944-45.

See previous posts for Lord Lambton, who was undoubtedly someone else in a High Place who rendered Gwynne and Dafydd untouchable. Lord Lambton’s use of services provided by them will have been why the investigation by the security services after the News Of The Screws expose concluded that Lord Lambton was not a security risk, never had been and only enjoyed a bit of variety on that one occasion.

Following the scandal, Lambton retired, separated from his wife and bought bought Villa Cetinale, a 17th-century villa in Tuscany where he lived with Claire Ward, née Baring, mother of actress Rachel Ward and daughter of the cricketer Giles Baring. Lambton never divorced his wife Bindy, who died in 2003.

Here’s Lord L’s villa:

It is lovely, but I don’t think that Lord L did the sackcloth and ashes bit and lived as a recluse there. People obviously knew how to get hold of him, because he appeared on Channel 4’s ‘After Dark’ in 1991, in a discussion Chaired by St Helena Kennedy, alongside Duncan Campbell, Jane Moore, Clare Short, Anthony Howard and others. Lord L lived at his Tuscan villa until he died in hospital in Siena, Italy, on 30 December 2006.

In April 1991, shortly after I had been forced out of my job at St George’s and left destitute in London after Prof Nigel Eastman told me to go back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor and knew me, the Gang took me to the Royal Courts of Justice in The Strand in yet another attempt to have me imprisoned! It was perjury as usual, with the knowledge of the MDU, Anne Ball (the solicitor whom they instructed) and the judge. St Helena was in the Court next to me conducting a test case re Wimmin Victims of domestic abuse.

St Helena’s book ‘Eve Was Framed’ thanks Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital for his advice and help in advising her over so many years. See post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’. St Helena was one of the movers and shakers behind ‘WISH’ (Women In Special Hospitals) a charidee set up in the mid/late 1980s to Help Wimmin in high security psych hospitals. WISH – Julie Bindel was involved as well – knew about Savile in Broadmoor, knew about Dafydd and the Gang and although WISH repeatedly flagged up how many women in those hospitals had been the victims of sexual violence, they never mentioned that that violence had very frequently been incurred at the hands of the mental health services as well as the child protection services. See ‘Close Your Eyes And Make A WISH’.

WISH was established just as Brown and I began telling people of the excesses of the psych services in north Wales. I had written to MPs and charidees/campaigning organisations as well as to the GMC etc.

St Helena and her then colleague in Took’s Court, Michael Mansfield, are members of Gray’s Inn, as was Mars-Jones.

When St Helena’s mate Eastman told me to go back to north Wales because Dafydd knew me, he had received a letter from his colleague at St George’s/Springfield, Dr Robin Jacobson, stating that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that Jacobson thought that Tony Francis was as well.

In the 1990s when Service User Involvement and Advocacy arrived in north Wales, the Service User Representatives and Advocates were selected and appointed by the Gang. The Independent Advocacy Association was so independent that it was funded by the NHS and Gwynedd County Council and advocates were told not to support people making serious complaints, including those who’s relatives had died in the ‘care’ of the Gang.

One of the only two paid positions in the Independent Advocacy Association was held by a woman called Marilyn, who had paralegal training. I only encountered Marilyn a few times; I realised that she was a complete stooge who was never going to take on the Gang. However Marilyn had the required skill-set: she was pompous, patronising, well-educated compared to most Empowered Service Users (although there were four or five of us with postgrad degrees which was more than Marilyn had) and a lesbian who banged on endlessly about Wimmin’s Issues, who was hostile to men and had no links at all with local Welsh speaking people.

After Marilyn had been in post for a while it was evident that the Empowered Service Users loathed her. I have mentioned many times how the Slaves, Perfect Slaves were themselves all under the yoke of Dafydd re their own welfare and that of their families and friends. Marilyn was no exception. Her partner committed suicide when Marilyn was busy leading the IAA and Marilyn had a breakdown. After many months, Marilyn disappeared from Bangor. She had been given a salaried position at Broadmoor as a Wimmin’s Advocate.

St Helena, can you explain how that happened?

One of those who worked as an advocate with the IAA in the early 1990s was Angie Gliddon. Angie was married to Chris Gliddon, a lecturer in the Dept of Plant Biology at UCNW, who taught me. Chris and Angie were friends with the other staff in the Dept (as well as in other Depts) who were Of The Gang and knew about Eric Sunderland’s Deal that saved the bacon of UCNW and of course Chris Gliddon’s job. After Gaining Experience with the IAA, Angie then bagged a job at Bangor University organising clinical trials.

In the early 1980s, Angie wanted to be a Labour MP. She launched her career in politics by serving as a member of Anglesey County Council. Angie soon left the embrace of the crooks and facilitators of the sex abuse ring on that Council, complaining of their Sexist Behaviour. In recent years Angie rejoined Anglesey County Council as a Councillor. Many of Angie’s fellow Councillors were/are the very same Councillors of whom Angie was so critical in the 1980s. Furthermore at least one of them has been to jail since then, come out of jail and returned to their role as a Councillor.

The Chairman of the Directors of the IAA was the Service Users Rep, Les Clucus. Clucus began his career as the Rep in the early 1990s. No-one knew how Clucus came to be the Rep, there were never any elections for any Rep, Clucus just acquired the role and began sitting in the office of Ella Fisk, the Angel who ran the Day Centre, accessing confidential information that Clucus then used against Empowered Service Users. Clucus specialised in sexually harassing female Empowered Service Users, including one in Group Therapy who had Shared that she had been the victim of a violent rape when she was 15 years old. Clucus achieved notoriety among Empowered Service Users on a UK level by declaring at one Service Users Conference that ‘My job is to do what the NHS wants’.

At one point a Real Advocate turned up in Bangor, with a PhD and experience of professional advocacy in the US. For some baffling reason, the IAA actually employed her; Clucus soon rectified their mistake. After she challenged him re his grossly unprofessional conduct at a Service Users Conference, Clucus had her sacked.

The Service Users Conferences were an interesting phenomenon. Just after I finished my PhD, I was working unpaid, conducting fieldwork for use as pilots to raise research funding to pay me a salary. I received an e mail from Fiona MacDonald, a former social worker for Barnardo’s who was then working as a social work tutor at Bangor University (a full-time, well-paid job), asking me to extract money from Bangor University to ‘fund’ four Service Users of Fiona’s acquaintance to attend a Service Users Conference. The registration fees alone for each Service User were in the hundreds. I told Fiona that I didn’t have a salary myself and there was no way that I could ask the University to fund Empowered Service Users (who were not even staff or students anyway) to attend conferences.

I was later confronted by a group of angry Empowered Service Users who told me that Fiona MacDonald had told them that the Vice-Chancellor of Bangor University was Discriminating Against Disabled People and had advised them to sue Bangor University. The Empowered Ones had dealings with the University because since Miranda climbed aboard the Service User Involvement con, all social work courses are legally obliged to have a group of Empowered Service Users who ‘advise’ on the course. In north Wales, the Gang provided those who advised Fiona and co; one member of the Gang, John Borland, a lecturer at Bangor University, set up a Consultancy that supplied Approved Service Users for the social work course at Bangor. John did of course charge the University for this service, although the Empowered ones just received expenses. I had a look at the list of names of John Borland’s Empowered Service Users; I did not recognise any of them. None of them were regulars re Using The Services.

John Borland’s wife Sandra Betts was a sociology lecturer at Bangor University. Sandra’s interest was Feminism. Sandra rarely turned up for work and most of her teaching and virtually all of her marking was done by unpaid female PhD students. On one occasion I met a woman at a conference who had previously worked as a junior lecturer in sociology at Bangor and who resigned after spending the day in an exam moderation session with Betts as Betts systematically marked down a female student who was outstanding, thus ensuring that she did not get a First. Sandra’s problem was that if the student gained a First she would be returning to Sandra’s Dept to undertake a PhD in gender theory and with her on the premises, Sandra and the Wimmin would become a laughing stock.

Because the IAA and the Service User Reps were such a joke I was never involved with their organisations, but I had friends who were. High points included Les Clucus claiming rent for a Service Users HQ, the address of which was Les’s own house and Les appointing his mates to voluntary roles with the IAA, explaining that if they volunteered, they would have their meals paid for. Then one of the Service User Reps stole all the money from one of the various incarnations of the IAA.

Accountability was entirely absent, even after years of cock-ups and swindles. Neither was it just north Wales. Cardiff University, in collaboration with MIND, offered Funding to Empowered Service Users to conduct Service-User Led Research. Money was awarded to people who had no experience of, or training in, any sort of research. Several thousand quid was awarded to a young man resident in a secure unit, who enjoyed himself spending his Research Funding on consumer durables, expensive clothes etc. Mark Drakeford was something to do with that initiative, but I don’t know if the Cardiff Social Sciences Prof who attended the meetings and ‘advised’ on the shambles was actually Drakeford himself.

Another Director of the IAA was a fantasist called Cyril who had retired to a village near Caernarfon from Birmingham. Cyril told different stories to different people re his past, including that he had been a police officer in Birmingham, or a prison officer. Whatever version Cyril told people, it included his role in beating up prisoners, including the Birmingham Six. Understandably people who believed Cyril’s versions of his past career were rather concerned. I suspect that none of Cyril’s claims were true. However it didn’t worry the IAA. After they interviewed Cyril about his glorious past, he was On The Board!

I tried my best to avoid Cyril after he told me that the good thing about being a Director of the IAA was that he could enter any ward in the Hergest Unit, sit there for as long as he wanted, listen to any confidential conversations at all ‘and they can’t throw me out’.

Cyril was of the generation of racist bigots who joked that ‘I just call them Western Oriental Gentlemen’.

When I was arrested yet again on the basis of the Gang’s perjury in 2002, I had I thought long left Cyril et al behind. I had a surprise. As I sat in Caernarfon Police Station under arrest, I was told by the Sgt that because I Had A History Of Mental Illness, I would have to have An Appropriate Adult in my interview. I told him not to be so bloody ridiculous, I had two degrees and (at that time) a job as a teacher. The Sgt insisted; it was the Rules! The Sgt told me that an Appropriate Adult had been called. Imagine my surprise when Cyril walked into the interview room. I told Cyril to leave, immediately. He refused. The Sgt refused to kick him out. So I told the Sgt, in front of Cyril, of every bit of dirt and wrongdoing that Cyril had been involved in of which I knew. Cyril fled. The Sgt didn’t stop his exit.

I asked how on earth Cyril had been called to the Police Station. I was told by the Sgt that ‘the Advocates now hold the contract in north Wales for providing appropriate adults in police interviews, it’s a Safeguard’. I did not have time to investigate exactly how that situation ever developed, I spent the next two years trying to keep myself out of prison after all Safeguards failed.

Previous posts have discussed how George Melly offered an underaged boy money to have sex with him when Melly went to perform a gig at Theatre Gwynedd in Bangor in the late 1970s. The boy told F and F was appalled and openly discussed the matter, including with members of the Caring Professions. The boy whom George Melly wanted to have sex with was the son of a prison officer who was violent to the boy; the boy ended up as one of Dafydd’s drugs patients… George Melly purchased a country property near Brecon.

See previous posts for info on Hutchison, Lord Lambton, Stowe School and its former pupils, Perry, Melly etc…

See also previous posts for details of the saga involving Graham Ovenden’s work over many years and the robust campaign to defend it launched by Lord Hutchison and his mates…

 

Fat Pang served as the Tory MP for Bath, 1979-92. Fat Pang was the Brains behind much Tory Party organising and campaigning as discussed in previous posts. Cecil Parkinson’s mistress Sara Keays’s dad Col Hastings Keays lived in Bath – Sara moved back in with him after Cecil dropped her on the spot after her pregnancy caused red faces for his colleagues – and was appalled at the way in which his daughter was treated by the Tory Party machine, as well as the smears published by the Tory-supporting press, including the Daily Mail. Peregrine Worsthorne and Bill Deedes were very powerful figures in the Tory media at the time. Both knew of Dafydd, Gwynne and the Westminster Paedophile Ring; Bill Deedes, a long-standing personal friend of Denis and Thatch, had served as a Tory MP in Macmillan’s Cabinet. Deedes knew those in the Cabinet who were personal friends of Gwynne and Dafydd and he knew Edward du Cann. See ‘Shurely Shome Mishtake’.

Col Keays was mocked for being a Sir Herbert Gussett, but some of the old rural Tories (including my father) did not realise how low those leading that Party in the 1980s had sunk. Thatch successfully sold herself to small businessmen and farmers as being For Them; they had no idea of the troughing, the crime and the systematic shafting of small businesspeople to benefit massive multinationals (like Lonrho) run by crooks.

Fat Pang’s wife, Lady Lavender Patten, is an old friend of Peter Hain and campaigned with him in the Anti-Apartheid Movement in the 1970s. Gwynne and Dafydd’s mate David Ennals and his brother John both served as Chairmen of AAM, Mr Thrope was a keen supporter as were many others on the left who were part of Dafydd’s network. David Ennals spent the 1970s and 80s serving MIND in various capacities and also concealed organised abuse in Norfolk. Ennals reached his zenith when he was appointed Secretary of State of the DHSS under Callaghan. Mary Wynch was arrested and imprisoned on Ennals’ watch. Ennals had been cluttering up the DHSS since Swinging Richard Crossman was Secretary of State, 1968-70. See post ‘The Science Of Animal Behaviour’. Martin Ennals, the Third Ennals Brother, was for years the Secretary General of Amnesty International.

David Ennals’s son Sir Paul Martin Ennals is Chair of Haringey Local Safeguarding Children board (LSCB), South Tyneside LSCB, Gateshead LSCB and Sunderland LSCB. He also Chairs the Safeguarding Adult Boards of Gateshead, South Tyneside and Sunderland. Sir Paul was previously Chief Executive of the United Kingdom’s National Children’s Bureau (NCB) a post he took up in 1998. The NCB was infiltrated by paedophiles as long ago as the 1970s. Prior to his role at the NCB, Sir Paul was Director of education and employment for the  RNIB. He was Vice-Chairman of the Gov’ts National Advisory Group on SEN, 1997-2001, Chairman of the Council for Disabled Children 1993–98 and founder Chairman of the Special Educational Consortium.

In 2000 Paul Ennals Chaired an independent review of pre-schools and playgroups funded by the DfES. He Chaired the DfES/Dept of Health working group which produced the guidance on disabled children aged birth to three years Together from the Start in 2002, which was the precursor to the Early Support Programme. Paul served on the Department of Health Strategy Group for the Children’s National Service Framework and Chaired the group which produced the core standards. In 2003 Paul Ennals Chaired the Task Group making recommendations on children and young people for the Public Health White Paper.

How refreshing that Paul Ennals, the son of Dafydd’s old mate, began running the UK’s school system just as I qualified as a teacher. Lord Ennals himself had sadly passed over, all of a sudden, from pancreatic cancer back on 17 June 1995, some three weeks before Bing Spear and Peter Morrison died.

Paul Ennals was Chairman of the Children’s Workforce Development Council from 2009 until its closure in 2012. CWDC represented the interests of employers and employees working with children in early years, social care, and related settings. Sir Paul currently chairs the Voluntary Organisations Network North East (VONNE), Fareshare Northeast, and the Fulfilling Lives Strategic Board. Ennals is Vice-Chair of Ways to Wellness.

Brenda knighted Paul, Son Of Dafydd And Gwynne’s Friend, in her 2009 Birthday Honours.

Lavender Patten was/is a Patron of Prof Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre, Mindfulness being the fraud perpetrated by Williams when he worked with the Gang in Bangor in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Williams went public on the Miracle of Mindfulness just after Wood et al were screaming at me in 1986 to leave north Wales and never return. After Williams relocated to Oxford from Bangor, he continued to oversee the Mindfulness Centre at Bangor University. The names of key members of the Gang are all over the early Mindfulness publications.

Mindfulness took off when Eric Sunderland was Principal/VC of Bangor and became the flavour of the month when Roy Evans was VC. It was when Roy was VC that the Mindfulness Centre was established and pandered to by the University. Mark Williams scarpered to Oxford when it became clear that Merfyn was about to become VC. By then it was well-known in north Wales that Mindfulness was a flagrant con perpetrated by the Gang while their patients were found dead constantly, but Williams had backing from Parliament in a truly extraordinary way. The Parliament arm of Mark Williams Scams plc was led by Chris Ruane, a north Wales Labour MP who was a former teacher in north Wales. See previous posts.

Mark Williams launched his con after I left Bangor. When I returned to Bangor University for teacher training and then my PhD, Williams was taking the world by storm, backed by familiar forces. A few genuine Buddhists were saying ‘This is a con, it is not what meditation is supposed to be about…’ They did raise their voices and were met with outrage and aggression from Williams’s corner. See earlier posts.

Fat Pang was Chancellor of Oxford University when Lavender was Patron of the Mindfulness Centre there. Oxford employed Mark Williams in the Dept of Psychiatry, as well as Tom Burns who had been Of The Gang at St George’s until he joined Williams at Oxford. As discussed in previous posts, I detailed Dafydd’s and Gwynne’s activities to Tom Burns in 189/90; he told me that he believed me, he knew that this was happening, that psychiatry attracts ‘disturbed people’ and that this was a big problem…

Richard Tranter arrived to work at the Hergest Unit with the Gang in the early 1990s from Oxford. Tranter is a psychopharmacologist. The excessive drugs scene thrived at Oxford University in the 1980s when Richard was a student there. The med students were involved in the Class A excess, because they could get the drugs and provide advice in cases of overdose.

 

Brenda offered Angus Ogilvy an earldom on his wedding, which he declined. The self-denying Angus also rejected a grace-and-favour apartment at one of the Royal palaces. Instead, Ogilvy leased Thatched House Lodge in Richmond from the Crown Estate for him and Princess Alexandra to live in, where she still lives today. Princess Alexandra retained an apartment at St James’s Palace, which is customary for the Royal Family. So presumably Alexandra let Angus kip on the sofa there now and again if he was too drunk to drive back to Richmond. Richmond was the site of the paedophile ring linked to the other rings, a major player being Louis Minster, the Director of Richmond Social Services and an active paedophile. The notorious Elm Guest House that was used as a VIP paedophiles’ knocking shop by Cyril Smith and, it is alleged Leon Brittan, was near Richmond. Peter Morrison was also known to be busy in the Richmond area.

Dr Alice Levinson worked as a Registrar at St George’s; she was one of those who refused to treat me after reading the documentation written by her boss Robin Jacobson admitting that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that he suspected that Tony Francis was too. Jacobson documented that Dafydd had trained with Bob Hobson at the Maudsley; Jacobson also inexplicably mentioned Dafydd’s age. I later realised that this was code for ‘He was one of Hobson’s team when Hobson was running the ring from the Maudsley..’ Jacobson also documented that Dafydd had told him on the phone that I was ‘attractive and seductive’.

From the moment that Jacobson sent that letter and CC’d it to everyone, I was untouchable. Staff refused to speak to me and constantly repeated that I would not be receiving any care in London and would have to go back to north Wales because Dafydd was my doctor and knew me. I had no idea of the existence of the letter at the time… See post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’

Alice Levinson trained at Tommy’s. She now has a private psychotherapy practice in Richmond and trains and supervises other psychotherapists, including at PhD level.

Zac Goldsmith, son of Fatty’s former boss Sir Jams, was elected as the Tory MP for Richmond in 2010, after being placed on Call Me Dave’s A list of candidates. Call Me Dave was at Oxford when the Class A drugs excess was at its best and his mum was an Oxford magistrate. The Oxford magistrates let off the most serious offenders involved in the 1986 death of Olivia Channon, daughter of Thatch’s Cabinet Minister Paul Channon. See post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’

Paul Channon was a member of the Guinness family – Sabrina is Carlo’s ex  – Sabrina is now married to playwright Tom Stoppard (Tom got together with Sabrina after splitting up with Felicity Kendal of the Famous Buttocks), who was formerly married to Dr Miriam, who began life as an Angel in Newcastle, found out what Gwynne and Dafydd’s partner gang was up to and rapidly became not just Dr Miriam but Celebrity Dr Miriam. Miriam is the Aunty of Baroness Oona King from the Mean Streets of Holland Park School, where she was mates with Uncle Harry’s nephews. See previous posts.

When I lived in Somerset, Tom Stoppard was always in the Western Daily Press; I thought that he lived in Bristol or Bath, but I have now discovered that:

Stoppard left school at seventeen and began work as a journalist for the western Daily Press in Bristol. Years later, he came to regret not going to university, but at the time he loved his work as a journalist and felt passionately about his career. He worked at the paper from 1954 until 1958, when the Bristol Evening World offered Stoppard the position of feature writer, humour columnist, and secondary drama critic, which took Stoppard into the world of theatre. At the Bristol Old Vic – at the time a well-regarded regional rep company – Stoppard formed friendships with director John Boorman and actor Peter O’Toole early in their careers. In Bristol, he became known more for his strained attempts at humour and unstylish clothes than for his writing.

That must have been manna from heaven for D.G.E. Wood, Gwynne and Dafydd… Tom down in Bristol near Edward du Cann, Mr Thrope etc.

Zac’s sister Jemima was married to Imran Kahn who was feted by Bradford University and became their Chancellor when the trafficking in Bradford was massive and operating unhindered. Bradford University were colluding with the ring, especially the Health and Warfare Dept. There were huge problems in the Health and Warfare Dept at Bradford which were concealed by the University authorities as described in previous posts.

Earlier in his career, Richmond Social Services paedophile Louis Minister had worked as a social worker under social work manager Barbara Kahan, when she was a senior manager in Oxfordshire Social Services. Babs and her husband child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan facilitated organised abuse in Oxfordshire for years. Babs was appointed an advisor for children’s social work to Keith Joseph when Joseph was Secretary of State for the DHSS under Grocer Heath. Joseph was an MP for Leeds aka Savile Central. Joseph’s time in Gov’t went back as far as Macmillan. Joseph was involved with the deals with du Cann et al. Keith Joseph was appointed Education Secretary by Thatch days before I arrived for Freshers Week at UCNW. When Brown and I wrote to Joseph about student finance, Joseph’s (very rude) reply made it clear that he knew that Brown and I were good friends. We had written to him separately from different universities and had not mentioned each other in our letters.

Could John Biffen have been busy?

 

Angus and Alexandra Ogilvy had two children, James (born in 1964) and Marina (born in 1966). When younger, Princess Marina was the subject of dreadful backstabbing tabloid articles written by the Glendas, proffering sisterly advice eg. Marina didn’t need to hide away JUST BECAUSE SHE WAS PREGNANT AND UNMARRIED or she could have worn white at her wedding EVEN THOUGH SHE WASN’T A VIRGIN, NO-ONE MINDS THESE DAYS MARINA LOVE…

 

The Glendas did of course all know about Gwynne and Dafydd, including Ann Leslie – for many years of the Express, owned by Sir Jocelyn Stevens who, along with his long-term mistress Dame Vivien Duffield, had many connections to Dafydd and Gwynne’s wider network (see ‘Sex, Lies and No Democracy’) – who comes from a family with a number of Top Doctors in it. The profiles of the First Ladies Of Fleet Street written by younger Glendas marvelling at their ability to hide weapons in their bras and freeze the Cap’n Bobs in their tracks with a hard stare are nonsense. They are all ruthless women navigating their way through an industry dominated by people who’ll stop at nothing to achieve their ends.

None of them of any gender would if it was inconvenient.

Sadly the resistance followed:

 

Angus Ogilvy – Crazee Name, Crazee Guy – was created a Knight Commander of the Royal Victorian Order on 31 December 1988 by Brenda. In the 1997 New Years Honours, Angus was made a Privy Counsellor, to celebrate the opening of the Waterhouse Inquiry and the discovery of the dead body of Ann Hills, the long-term mistress of Lord Snowdon, on the roof of her London penthouse. Ann had Committed Suicide, which was why she was discovered in a kneeling position dressed in party gear after taking ‘an overdose’ of over-the-counter tablets that could not have possibly killed her in the time or the manner claimed. Ann’s dad, Top Doc gynaecologist Elliot Philipp, a cousin of Sigmund Freud as well as a facilitator of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, told the inquest of Ann’s slapperish tendencies and her Mental Instability, as evidenced by an overdose as an 18 year old decades previously. Dr Philipp stressed that although his daughter was a slapper, at least she was a slapper with the right people, such as Lord S.

Ann was found dead days before Patient F and I went on trial after the perjury of the Gang – on that occasion the Angel Bridget Lloyd was the stooge who followed orders to lie her arse off to the police – was supposed to have resulted in me being detained in a secure unit. Whoops, the lies were so many and so inconsistent that the case fell apart once more.

For the full sad story re Ann Hills, see post ‘Error Of Judgement?’

Ann’s inquest was conducted by that old warhorse Dr Paul Knapman, the St George’s trained Top Doc who for decades was wheeled out for all difficult cases, including Lord Lucan’s nanny Sandra Rivett and Di and Dodi until the Di and Dodi job was passed onto Lord Thomas Scott Baker, an even safer pair of hands. When I worked in London, I was told openly that Knapman was ‘corrupt’. See previous posts.

After his business career ended in disgrace – Tiny Rowland lived to fight another day, he bounced back as many times as Edward du Cann – Ogilvy had to ‘throw himself’ into charidee work.

Angus served as Chairman of Youth Clubs UK, the biggest non-uniformed youth organisation in Britain and was Patron of Arthritis Care.

Ogilvy was Vice-Patron of the National Children’s Home (NCH). The NCH became infiltrated by paedophiles; Glanville Owen who in the mid-1980s was appointed as Lucille’s Hughes’s Deputy in Gwynedd and who never noticed anything amiss in the kids’ homes for which he was responsible previously worked for the NCH. George Thomas was Patron of NCH and Thomas’s friend Thatch was a big fan of NCH as well. My post ‘An Expression Of Their Faith’ discussed a speech that Thatch made in tribute to George Thomas, the NCH and their shared Methodism; as Thatch stressed, the NCH was established by Methodists. After the business of the child abusers, such was the tainting of the brand that NCH renamed itself Action For Children.

Abuse at the NCH went back a long way. Brian Roycroft, the Director of Newcastle Social Services who had a grand business partnership with Dafydd and Gwynne, grew up in the NCH at Frodsham in Cheshire; Roycroft wasn’t a kid in care, his parents were NCH houseparents at the (enormous) NCH Frodsham establishment. Roycroft and his mum and dad moved into the NCH at Frodsham and them moved into other NCH establishments, where they also moved in with the kids… See post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

Little wonder that the Gang in north Wales/Cheshire had a staff and kiddie exchange scheme going with the big ring in the North East.

One of the Churchill women was involved with the NCH.

Angus Ogilvy was Chairman of the Advisory Council of The Prince’s Trust; inevitable really. The Prince’s Trust has served as a home for many of the most important Gang members/supporters, including Carlo’s close friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the Duke Of Westminster and Huw Vaughan Thomas, who succeeded Ioan Bowen Rees as Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council in 1991 but did nothing to stop the ring or the associated criminality.

Ogilvy was also a Trustee of the Leeds Castle Foundation, as well as being a member of the governing Council of Business in the Community, and of the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge. Angus was also a member of the Royal Company of Archers, the Sovereign’s Bodyguard in Scotland, in which his father served as one of its four lieutenants.

Angus suffered from throat cancer in later years, so he may well have been a pipe smoker; those at the Imperial Cancer Research Fund (ICRF) of which Angus was President for many years could have explained the association between pipe smoking and throat cancer to Angus. Angus’s last public appearance with his wife was when he accompanied her to Thailand for an official tour.

Ogilvy died on 26 December 2004. His funeral took place at St George’s Chapel in Windsor Castle on 5 January 2005. He was buried at the Royal Burial Ground, Frogmore at Windsor.

Extracts from Angus Ogilvy’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’, written by Tom Corby, provides further information:

Sir Angus Ogilvy, who has died at the age of 76 after treatment for cancer and pneumonia, was a man of honourable intentions whose business career was blighted by his involvement in the 1973 Lonrho trade sanctions breach scandal. The affair was described by the then prime minister, Edward Heath, as “the unpleasant and unacceptable face of capitalism”.

In the following years Ogilvy devoted much of his time and energy to good causes, and was notable for his support of his wife, Princess Alexandra, one of the most popular members of the royal family, in her official duties.

The Department of Trade’s report into the London and Rhodesia Mining and Land Company (Lonrho) said that he had been “negligent” as a director and had shown “weakness and indecision” in failing to restrain the aggressive management style of RW “Tiny” Rowland (obituary, July 27 1998), whom he had recruited as chief executive to revitalise the company. Ogilvy and others involved with Rowland suffered from association with business practices regarded as offensive to conservative City interests.

Angus didn’t just meet Rowland at a few dinner parties a la Fiona Woolf and Leon Brittan; Angus headhunted Tiny Rowland in 1961-62 and not just to clean the bogs. Rowland had been in Southern Rhodesia managing a tobacco farm at Eiffel Flats, Mashonaland West province and was living with Irene Smith, the wife of a business partner, when Angus asked him to join Lonrho as Chief Exec. Angus then worked alongside Rowland for 10 years, he knew the nature of Tiny’s business practices and was on board with them.

Ogilvy believed the report was unfair, but he felt obliged to resign his Lonrho directorship, and all 16 of his other City appointments as “the only honourable thing to do”.

The Lonrho Affair was such a big scandal that any future business interests of Ogilvy would be under constant scrutiny and company’s could have been at risk simply from having him involved.

Several companies, including the Rank Organisation and the property group MEPC, refused to let him go, and he retained a few directorships. Later he joined GEC and Sotheby’s.

So Angus DID hang on after being condemned by the DTI and a Tory PM…

I know someone who was wrecked by Edward du Cann who worked for the Rank Organisation; I will investigate further.

His retreat from the City mainstream was seen as a great loss to the business world, to which he had given more than 20 years of hard work and loyalty. As a businessman, he had personal flaws: an accepting, trusting nature, a hatred of rows, and a tendency to concentrate on immediate concerns rather than take the long view.

No honest businessman let alone a gentle natured soul would ever have worked with either Tiny Rowland or du Cann, they would have just gone as the scale of their wrongdoing became evident. Honest people ran as fast as they could in the opposite direction when those two crooks made an appearance.

In 1989 he was appointed a Knight Commander of the Royal Victorian Order, an honour in the gift of the Queen, and to him and the establishment this signified that the cloud over his professional life had at last been lifted.

1989. I was lured into the trap of a job at St George’s Hospital Medical School, with Geoffrey Chamberlain’s team. Chamberlain was facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring and was mates with, among many others, Sir George Pinker, the Royal Gynaecologist who delivered William and Harry. Oinker’s dismissal of Diana’s  distress and mismanagement of William’s delivery resulted in William being lucky not to have lost a few hundred thousand brain cells. See post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum and Mason Connection’. Chamberlain was working in partnership with the Gang and knew Gwynne the Lobotomist, but I’m not sure how well.

In 1997 he was made a Privy Counsellor…

The year in which Ronnie opened his Inquiry which would leave no stone unturned. I was expected to be banged up in a secure unit days after the Inquiry opened, but one drawback of relying on grossly incompetent people to perjure themselves is that Cunning Plans can unravel. As Bridget Lloyd knows.

… and after university was talent-spotted by the financier Harold Drayton, who at the time headed a group of successful trusts. He was appointed a director of the Drayton Group in 1956, and once held 50 directorships, many with Drayton associated companies.

In 1961, he met Rowland and, impressed by his approach, persuaded Drayton to finance the expansion of Rowland’s business, mainly concerned with concessionary interests in what was then Rhodesia. Ogilvy believed Rowland could reinvigorate Lonhro, then part of Drayton, and under Rowland’s thrusting leadership

[Shurely ruthless dishonesty? Ed]

the company grew into an international conglomerate.

The bubble burst in 1973

When they were caught

with a boardroom row centred on Rowland’s management style and the company’s financial organisation. The feud went to the courts, prompting Heath’s verdict, and a Department of Trade investigation.

In 1963, Ogilvy married Princess Alexandra, the daughter of Prince George, Duke of Kent, and Princess Marina of Greece. Prince George, who was killed in a second world war aircraft crash, had been the youngest surviving son of King George V and Queen Mary.

Ogilvie and his bride had known each other for eight years, and had shared friends and interests;

their Westminster Abbey wedding attracted national attention, and it suggested the new possibility of a more informal style for royalty.

Ogilvy had made it clear that he had no intention of ascending into the ranks of supernumerary royalty and wished to remain a commoner, but the marriage imposed new social demands and with them, financial pressures that drove him to achieve. A friend remarked: “All this fuelled his natural tendency to be a workaholic.” He was soon afflicted with a gastric ulcer, a price other male outsiders have paid for entry into the royal circle.

The gastric ulcer as a manifestation of stress is a theory that has been challenged…

Ogilvy was later quoted as saying: “It was financial brinkmanship. I was always determined that my wife would fulfil her duties only in the best and most proper style.”

In the first year of marriage he bought, from the crown, on a mortgage, the lease of Thatched House Lodge, in Richmond Park, having refused a grace and favour residence offered by the Queen. The considerable, for the times, asking price was £150,000.

But his wife had that apartment at St James’s Palace in which they could doss down in emergencies.

The couple’s son, James, who later had an appropriate marriage and career, was born in 1964, and their daughter Marina, whose life style became less appropriate, in 1966.

She is a talented musician, but was largely unknown to the public, appearing only in the background when the royal family were at their most tribal at weddings, Christmas and Easter. But that changed in 1990, when she broke the news that she was pregnant by her photographer boyfriend, the son of a jazz trumpeter. She compounded her family’s distress by selling an emotional account of their reaction to a tabloid.

Who willingly paid good money for it Glenda.

Flogging that story won’t have been a good idea, but the Top Docs who were concealing the activities of Princess Marina’s extended family were forging documents, perjuring themselves, whipping up hate campaigns, leaning on universities and employers, paying criminals to lie about third parties and the Glendas wrote not a word of outrage…

Yet Ogilvy, with every sign of affection, gave her away when she married the boyfriend at a Surrey church that year. Later she was reconciled with her parents.

Who knows what terrible pressure was applied to whom by whom, what deals were done.

Ogilvy had great personal charm, unfailing courtesy, inquisitiveness, and a reputation for kindness.

Yet managed to work with notorious scumbags for so many years and not notice what they were doing.

Sometimes he gave the impression of being over-anxious, but to close friends he was a stimulating companion and conversationalist. 

He had recently been treated for throat cancer, but was able to attend a Golden Jubilee concert in the grounds of Buckingham Palace in June 2002…

He was President of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund (1964-94), Chairman of Youth Clubs UK (1969-89)…

Angus was President of the ICRF throughout the major research fraud funded by the ICRF and perpetrated by some of its researchers, in collaboration with the CRC, the Royal Marsden, the Institute for Cancer Research and the Royal Surrey County Hospital in Guildford, with which the most senior scientists in ICRF were au fait. Tony Francis’s former colleague from Manchester University, Peter Maguire, was one of those funded by the CRC who was involved in the fraud. The fraud became public in 1990 and as a result one of the team, Prof Tim McElwain, committed suicide, or at least was found dead and was assumed to have killed himself. All the researchers involved, except for the dead Prof McElwain and a junior researcher who changed career, remained in research despite having been exposed and a number of them subsequently secured very eminent positions.

Clair Chilvers, who had led the fraud and who’s name appeared most often in the media, held a Chair at Nottingham University’s Medical School, then became a Mental Health Researcher, founded a Mental Health Charidee and was also appointed Chair of an NHS Trust in Nottingham.

See posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

and the Carr-Gomm Society, a halfway house for those with drug, drink or social problems…

Dafydd dominated all such provision in Wales at the time and was a big mate of most of those involved with such provision in other areas of the UK.

Some fascinating extracts from the Torygraph’s 1998 obituary of Tiny Rowland:

Rowland’s association with Lonrho – originally the London & Rhodesia Mining and Land Company – began in 1961. Lonrho was then a modest and almost moribund enterprise. One of the directors, Angus Ogilvy, was asked by Harley Drayton, a leading shareholder, to find someone to rejuvenate the company. He suggested Rowland, who was appointed joint managing director.

Why did Angus suggest Rowland, a man who’s business practices transpired to be so unpalatable, even to those not prone to criticising ruthless capitalism? How did Angus know/find Rowland?

The business expanded aggressively, particularly in mining. It diversified out of Rhodesia, where Rowland disliked the racist tone of Ian Smith’s regime.

Yet the busting of sanctions against Rhodesia was one of the factors that led to the Lonrho Affair in the 1970s, the Grocer’s condemnation of Lonrho in the House and the end of Ogilvy’s business career. Tiny Rowland was named as one of those responsible.

Rowland early established his habit of taking important decisions with little or no consultation with the Lonrho board. By 1970, however, the speed of expansion had begun to overstretch the company’s finances, while in South Africa Lonrho executives were accused of fraud. The accountants Peat Marwick were called in to report on the company.

In consequence, Rowland was obliged to bring in outside directors; these included, as chairman, the unmistakeably “Establishment” figure of Sir Basil Smallpeice, formerly of Cunard and BOAC, who wanted to change the company’s strategy and to force Rowland to be more open in his methods.

In 1972, Smallpeice attempted to oust Rowland, accusing him of recklessness, intolerance, disloyalty and deceit. But 3,000 shareholders packed an extraordinary general meeting at Central Hall, Westminster, in May 1973, and voted overwhelmingly in Rowland’s favour. Smallpeice and his group were jeered, and themselves ejected from the board. The findings of the subsequent Department of Trade inquiry, which censored Lonrho for flouting Rhodesian sanctions, prompted Edward Heath’s celebrated condemnation.

But thereafter there was no question of Rowland’s power being tempered by independent voices on the board. He once referred to non-executive directors as “Christmas tree decorations”.

From drab and anonymous headquarters in Cheapside, he presided as an autocrat over a conglomerate which grew to encompass some 800 businesses: newspapers, vehicle distribution, textiles, mines, hotels and many others. At its peak, in the late Eighties, Lonrho’s profits exceeded  £270 million.

Behind every great fortune there is a crime.
– Balzac

The core of the company’s success remained in Africa. Rowland often spent three weeks in every month there, criss-crossing the continent by private jet. His methods were both robust – he employed a private army to protect plantations in Mozambique – and politically acute. He courted heads of state and, when he saw advantage, rebel leaders. Presidents Kaunda, Banda and later Mugabe were claimed as friends. Unita, in Angola, received his backing, and Oliver Tambo of the ANC had the use of Rowland’s aircraft.

Tiny, like Dafydd and Gwynne, did business with anyone, anyone at all. It’s just that the GMC were never established to regulate Tiny Rowland or told us that they upheld his standards.

Tiny was rumoured to have co-operated with MI6 re activities pertaining to post-colonial British foreign policy in Africa.

In 1996 President Nelson Mandela awarded Tiny the Order of Good Hope, the highest South African honour.

Rowland relished backroom influence in high politics, and enjoyed close contacts with the British and American intelligence services.

His access to Anwar Sadat is thought to have helped to open the way to the Camp David agreement in 1978. He was rumoured to have had a hand in Lebanese hostage negotiations, and even in Falklands peace manoeuvres.

IF ROWLAND was unrivalled in his grasp of African business and politics, his touch elsewhere was less sure. His long battle for Harrods, for instance, was felt by many to have been a damaging distraction of his energies and an unjustifiable cost to Lonrho.

The saga began in 1977. Rowland had identified retailing as a potential boom sector, and perhaps believed that ownership of Harrods would provide a measure of respectability otherwise denied him in Britain.

Lonrho began buying shares in Scottish & Universal Trusts, the holding company of Sir Hugh Fraser’s family interests and the holder of 29 per cent of the store group House of Fraser, which owned Harrods. When the rest of Scottish & Universal was acquired by Lonrho the next year, City institutions closed ranks against Rowland. The subsequent battle for the House of Fraser was ferocious. Rowland’s anger was targeted particularly at the combative Fraser chairman, Professor Roland Smith, and the unfortunate Sir Hugh Fraser – whom he had initially courted as an ally but whom he later helped to ruin by revelations about gambling debts.

Professor Sir Roland Smith was a Cheshire-based tycoon who was associated with Liverpool University and UMIST as a student/teacher. His early career resulted in Smith knowing Val Duncan and Mark Turner, the leaders of Rio Tinto Zinc, the company that owned Anglesey Aluminium, for years the biggest employer on Anglesey. Anglesey Aluminium employed Liz Stables as the company Angel for years, immediately prior to Liz joining the Student Health Centre at UCNW and assisting Gwynne and Wood with their trafficking business. Liz continued to enjoy close relationships with many of her old mates from Anglesey Aluminium long after she left their employment. I have no idea if Anglesey Aluminium were breaking Health and Safety legislation, but Liz would have been the witness if they were. Liz who was mates with Dafydd…

Gwynne and Dafydd were well-in there! Rio Tinto Zinc, a huge international mining company!

My particular interest in Roland Smith is his time at the top of the tree in the MDU, while the MDU were party to such serious criminality. See eg. ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’.

Roland was appointed Chairman of British Aerospace in 1987, immediately after the Westland Affair, the civil war that took place in the Tory Cabinet, 1985-86, over a small ailing helicopter company near Yeovil. A girl who knew me from Somerset, Janet Mitchell, worked as an engineer there at the time. Janet’s husband had previously worked for the Bridgwater company of which my grandfather was Chairman. Janet knew some of what had happened to me in north Wales, but more saliently, Michael Heseltine did, as did Heseltine’s mate Westminster Swinger Sir Anthony Meyer who’s constituency was close to Denbigh and Bryn Estyn. Sir Anthony’s constituency contained Broughton, a company that, like Westland, manufactured parts for aircraft. Well Heseltine wanted to be PM and Sir Anthony wanted that as well and then there was Paddy Pantsdown and Westland was on his turf and Paddy was working for the security services ensuring that Mr Thrope was safe and well. There were the relevant MEPs to consider as well and the Church because Janet knew about the Rev Rigg, the sex offending vicar of Bawdrip, but Janet had got married in Bawdrip Church and Rigg had conducted the service and the photos were lovely… Janet’s dad worked at Bridgwater College and he knew those lecturers there who were facilitating the ring in Bridgwater linked to the Gang in north Wales…

Janet’s dad Fred might have paid a terrible price for that, Fred Sims dropped dead very suddenly, as I remember he was chatting on the phone and just keeled over. Mrs Sims could well have been vulnerable re Top Docs as well because in about 1977 Mrs Sims was done for shoplifting – she was innocent, but the affair left her a nervous wreck and Top Docs were needed. The Top Docs who were ensuring that the Rev Rigg not only remained a free man but continued to have access to children. Well Rigg’s family were judges and barristers you see and he had previously been kicked out of his parish in Lincoln for molesting and they’re posh in Lincoln.

So there was a great deal at stake when Heseltine decided that Defending British Interests re Westland could result in him becoming PM.

The Westland Affair very nearly brought down Thatch. No-one could understand why the Windbag did not make more of Thatch’s precarious position; even Thatch told people that she might not still be PM by the end of the day.

Oh Thatch needn’t have worried, it was the Windbag, friend of Tony Francis and Dafydd and Gwynne, he couldn’t do a bloody thing.

Everyone wanted rid of Thatch, but they just couldn’t do it, it was terrible, the Tories, the Biased Press, the Anti-Union legislation, the Unfair Voting System, ooh dearie me…

For details of the many who benefited from the Westland Affair, big and small potatoes, see ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’ and ‘A Legend Lives’.

Roland Smith stood down as Chairman of British Aerospace in 1991, after my career and the careers of other witnesses had been destroyed and Roland immediately joined the Court of the Bank of England. By 1991, the Toffs had arrived in Fiddington and Bridgwater for their social life and one of their number was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, son of Robin Leigh-Pemberton, Guv’nor of the Bank of England, 1983-93, who became Lord Kingsdown in 1993, the year in which Lord Kenyon and his molesting son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon had both died by the Spring.

Robin Leigh-Pemberton was a barrister and a member of Inner Temple, who practised 1954-60. Like Robin, Mr Thrope became a member of Inner Temple in 1954. The Three Members of The Havers Family, Sir Cecil, Lord Michael and Lord Elizabeth, who have loyally served the Westminster Paedophile Ring for many decades were all members of Inner Temple.

Robin L-P was appointed to the Board of the National Westminster Bank in 1972 and became Chairman in 1977. Robin Leigh-Pemberton also served on the Board of Directors of the BIS, the Bank of International Settlements

The BIS is owned by central banks and “fosters international monetary and financial cooperation and serves as a bank for central banks”. The BIS carries out its work through its meetings, programmes and through the Basel Process, hosting international groups pursuing global financial stability and facilitating their interaction. It also provides banking services, but only to central banks and other international organizations. The BIS is based in Basel, Switzerland, with representative offices in Hong Kong and Mexico City.

The BIS hosts the Secretariat of the Basel Committee on Banking Supervision and with it has played a central role in establishing the Basel Capital Accords of 1988, Basel II framework in 2004 and more recently Basel III framework.

The present Chairperson of BIS is former adviser to Angela Merkel:

Jens Weidmann

Jens Weidmann
Chair of the Bank for International Settlements
Incumbent
Assumed office November 2015
General Manager	Jaime Caruana Agustín Carstens
Preceded by	Christian Noyer
8th President of the Bundesbank
Incumbent
Assumed office 1 May 2011
Preceded by	Axel A. Weber
Personal details
Born	20 April 1968 (age 51) Solingen, West Germany (now Germany)
Education	Aix-Marseille University University of Paris University of Bonn

Jens Weidman’s current President of the BIS is Agustín Carstens

 

Previous posts discussed how, as Gordon Brown worked harder and harder to make life impossible for Merfyn when Merfyn was VC of Bangor University and resisting pressure to force me out of my job there, the Wrath Of The Bankers descended upon Merfyn, with Gordon orchestrating it. Lord Mervyn Davies, a banker who had grown up in Pwhelli with key members of the Gang, was appointed Chair of Bangor University Council and then became a Minister in Gordon’s Cabinet. That didn’t last long, Lord Mervyn and Gordon parted company but no-one knew why. Anyway, in 2012, after Merfyn stood down as VC, I was made redundant and I have been told since I began this blog that it was almost certainly something to do with Lord Mervyn… See previous posts.

So for reader’s interest, the Chairman of BIS during The Bankers Crapping On Merfyn Years, March 2010-Oct 2015, was Christian Noyer

Christian Noyer
Chair of the Bank for International Settlements
In office March 2010 – October 2015
General Manager	Jaime Caruana
Preceded by	Guillermo Ortiz Martínez
Succeeded by	Jens Weidmann
Governor of the Bank of France
In office 1 November 2003 – 31 October 2015
Preceded by	Jean-Claude Trichet
Succeeded by	François Villeroy de Galhau
Vice President of the European Central Bank
In office 1 July 1998 – 29 May 2002
President	Wim Duisenberg
Preceded by	Position established
Succeeded by	Lucas Papademos
Personal details
Born	6 October 1950 (age 68) Soisy-sous-Montmorency, France
Political party	Rally for the Republic (Before 2002) Union for a Popular Movement (2002–2015)
Education	Paris Descartes University Sciences Po École nationale d’administration

Christian Noyer (born 6 October 1950) served as Governor of the Bank of France from 2003 to 2015. In this capacity, he Chaired the BIS, 2010-15. He had previously served as the first Vice President of the European Central Bank from 1998 to 2002.

Appointed to the Treasury in the Ministry of the Economy and Finance in 1976, Noyer subsequently spent two years in Brussels from 1980 to 1982 at France’s permanent representation to the European Communities. Back at the Treasury, he held a range of posts dealing with both domestic issues (government cash and debt management, banking affairs, financing of industry and state-owned enterprises) and international affairs (multilateral issues, export financing). In 1995, he became Chief of Staff to Finance Minister Jean Arthuis.

Noyer was appointed Governor of the Bank of France in 2003 by the then-President Jacques Chirac, and confirmed to serve a second term by Chirac’s successor Nicolas Sarkozy. During his tenure as Governor, Noyer was also Chairman of the Autorité de contrôle prudentiel et de résolution (ACPR – the French Prudential Supervision and Resolution Authority for banks and insurance). Noyer also Chaired the supervisory boards of the Institut d’émission des départements d’Outre-Mer (IEDOM) and the Institut d’émission d’Outre-Mer (IEOM), the French overseas note-issuing central banks.

In 2016, Noyer was appointed by the French Gov’t to serve on a task force mandated with leading efforts to attract business from London in the wake of Brexit. He also led France’s successful bid to relocate the European Banking Authority to Paris in 2017.

In 2018, the French Treasury asked Noyer to study all possible options to reorganize Crédit Mutuel Arkéa, part France’s fifth-biggest lender Groupe Crédit Mutuel.

Christian Noyer’s Directorships have included:

• International Monetary Fund (IMF), Ex-Officio Alternate Member of the Board of Governors (1993-1995, 2003-2015)
• Financial Stability Board (FSB), Ex-Officio Member (2008-2015)
• World Bank, Ex-Officio Alternate Member of the Board of Governors (1993-1995)
• Power Corporation of Canada, Member of the Board of Directors (since 2016)
• Group of Thirty, Member^[9]
• French Institute of International Relations (IFRI), Member of the Board of Directors^[10]
• Club de l’horloge, Member (1974–75).
• The President of BIS during The Bankers Crapping On Merfyn Years was Jaime Caruana

Jaime Caruana
General Manager of the Bank for International Settlements
In office 1 April 2009 – 30 November 2017
Preceded by	Malcolm Knight
Succeeded by	Agustín Carstens
67th Governor of the Bank of Spain
In office 21 July 2000 – 12 July 2006
Preceded by	Luis Ángel Rojo Duque
Succeeded by	Miguel Ángel Fernández Ordóñez
Personal details
Born	14 March 1952 (age 67) Valencia, Spain
Alma mater	Technical University of Madrid

 

Lord Kingsdown’s son Tommy Leigh-Pemberton came to a sticky end some 30 yrs ago in Nairobi when he was shot dead as he partook of his favourite sport of zooming past a particular embassy at speed after being warned that if he did it one more time he’d be shot. He did it once more and he was shot. Tommy was a twat of the highest order with a fondness for Class As, but although I read the ‘newsletter’ that was sent to Tommy’s mates with an account of the circumstances of his death. it has only recently occurred to me that Tommy might have been murdered for political reasons and a cover story issued.

Tommy’s dad Robin was the personal choice of Thatch as Guv’nor of the Bank of England and the appointment was so controversial that it was announced on the day before Christmas Eve to attract as little of an outcry as possible. Robin Leigh-Pemberton was at the wheel of the Bank of England on Black Wednesday 16 Sept 1992 when the economy fell off a cliff and no-one in John Major’s Gov’t knew why it had happened or what to do, not even Chancellor Lamont’s Bright Young SPAD David Cameron. Sarah Hogg who was Head of John Major’s Policy Unit at No 10 just blamed everyone else.

The Hoggs have been enthusiastic supporters of Dafydd and Gwynne’s criminality for generations; Quintin began it all back in the Time Of Gwynne; then Quintin’s son Douglas joined the party as a colluding Home Officer Minister; Douglas’s wife Sarah stuck her oar in whenever possible; Douglas’s sister Dame Mary exerted influence via her role as a Lady Judge and the latest in the long line of Hoggs, Charlotte, also took a pop at Merfyn when he was being undermined in his role as VC in Charlotte’s capacity as a bigwig at Santander. See previous posts…

By the end of his term as Guv’nor of the Bank of England, Lord Kingsdown was best described as Brown did: ‘a bloody crook’.

Tommy’s brother, James Leigh-Pemberton, continues the family’s association with the Carlo and the Duchy of Cornwall (Robin Leigh-Pemberton was the Duchy’s Chancellor) as the Duchy’s Receiver-General. The Hon. Sir James Henry Leigh-Pemberton (born 10 December 1956) is a banker like his dad and served/serves as the Executive Chairman of UK Financial Investments. James started his career at S. G. Warburg & Co before becoming an MD at Credit Suisse, Investment Banking in London. On 7 July 2008 James was appointed CEO of Credit Suisse’s businesses in the UK.

James is a Trustee of the Duke of Cornwall Benevolent fund and The Royal Collection Trust.

James was appointed Commander of the Royal Victorian Order (CVO) in Brenda’s 2013 Birthday Honours. Brenda followed that up when she knighted James in the 2019 New Year Honours. Bless! James, his brother Tommy and dad Robin had been discussed on this blog by then. Keep it up Brenda, you systematically dishing out gongs to everyone as they are named on this blog as being linked to serious crime will soon have the honours system scrapped after being declared utterly worthless.

Tommy and James’s brother, Jeremy Leigh-Pemberton, is a Deputy Lieutenant of Kent and is the parish Chairman for the neighbouring parish of Wormshill.

Between 1977 and 1984 Lord Kingsdown served as Pro-Chancellor of Chancellor of Kent University.

 

The rest of the world probably knows Professor Sir Roland Smith best as the man who became Chairman of Manchester United in 1991. But I don’t, in 1991 I was far too busy being forced out of my job, left with no income and trying not to be jailed on the basis of the perjury of Top Docs who were assisted by the MDU. David Beckham’s professional club career began with Manchester United, where he made his first-team debut in 1992 at age 17, arriving at Man U shortly after Roland became Chairman. Perhaps Posh and Becks could tell us why a pair of dim, shameless, talentless opportunists like them became so filthy rich and none of the dirt that their associates wallowed in was ever thrown their way by the media.

Why might that have been Posh? The other Spices have all landed in it except for you and just look at the recent revelations re football…

Brenda knighted Roland in 1992.

 

When victory seemed to be in sight for Lonrho, the Government blocked the takeover on grounds of national interest. Lonrho’s shares were then, according to Rowland, “parked” temporarily with the Fayeds. According to the Egyptian brothers, the shares had been sold to them outright; in any case they used them as a springboard to acquire the House of Fraser before the Government’s decision against Lonrho could be reversed.

Rowland responded with a campaign to discredit the Fayeds and their alleged backer, the Sultan of Brunei. This was conducted through the pages of the Observer, which Lonrho had acquired in 1981, and by long, trenchant letters to ministers and public figures.

In 1989 a secret Department of Trade report, highly critical of the Fayed takeover, was leaked by the Observer in a special mid-week edition headlined The Phoney Pharoah. But despite a continuing barrage of litigation, control of the store eluded Rowland. This cast a shadow over his last years.

Rowland never hesitated to flex his proprietorial muscle at the Observer. When he fell out with Daniel arap Moi of Kenya, the paper ran exposes of corruption which named the President. When reporting of atrocities in Matabeleland displeased him, he threatened to sell the paper to Robert Maxwell.

All Rowland’s corporate battles had a dark personal edge. “He’s a very hard man. He’s the sort of enemy no one wants to have,” the wife of one adversary remarked.

The girlfriend of another substantial adversary is no longer with us to offer an opinion.

Rowland’s most merciless victory was over the Australian tycoon Alan Bond, whom he at first befriended as a potential “white knight” when Lonrho was being stalked by another predator, Asher Edelman. Bond bought out Edelman’s stake, boasted of himself as Rowland’s natural successor and continued buying up shares. Rowland turned on him with savage intensity, publishing a 93-pagedocument claiming that Bond, sustained by a fragile pyramid of borrowings, was technically insolvent. Bond’s bankers demanded their money back, and he found himself facing bankruptcy and jail.

BUT IN 1991 serious cracks began to appear in Lonrho’s impenetrable facade. The dividend was cut and the share price tumbled. A billion pounds worth of debt forced a shedding of assets. The lucrative Volkswagen Audi franchise was sold and, ever unpredictable, Rowland offered part of his hotel interests to his arch-enemies, the Fayeds.

Most controversially, a £177 million stake in the Metropole Hotels group was sold to the Libyan government, just when the United Nations was considering sanctions against Libya in connection with the Lockerbie bombing. “To me, Gaddafi is a super friend,” Rowland explained. “Don’t talk to me about morality and proper behaviour. I pay my taxes here. Gaddafi and Lonrho are a perfect fit.”

At 75, Rowland continued to defy his critics. The arrangements he made in December 1992 for the eventual sale of his own 15 per cent stake in Lonrho – to a little-known German property developer, Dieter Bock, at a price substantially higher than that which Rowland’s loyal band of small investors could hope to obtain – provoked a storm of hostile comment, coupled with speculation whether Bock (whom Rowland had only recently met) was his chosen successor, or was in some way being set up to be “flayed alive” (as one commentator put it) like Alan Bond.

This inscrutability and menace were at the heart of the City’s distrust of Tiny Rowland. He in turn trusted only his closest collaborators.

Fiercely loyal while they were with him, he was utterly unforgiving if they jumped ship.

Although capable of charm – and of kindness to fallen tycoons like Sir Freddie Laker – he had few friends, always suspecting venal motives. He eschewed the social trappings and foibles which his immense wealth (much of it hoarded in cash deposits) might have brought him. The intrigues of business and power occupied virtually the whole of his existence.

Rowland was born Roland Walter Fuhrop on November 27 1917, in a detention camp in India where his father, a German merchant, and his Anglo-Dutch mother, were held as aliens during the Great War. After the war, the family sought to settle in Britain, but were refused entry. They moved to Hamburg, where Roland joined the Hitler Youth. His father, though, lost his business through his anti-Nazi sentiments, and the family finally succeeded in moving to England.

Rowland was sent to Churchers College, at Petersfield. His first job after school was with a firm of shipping agents, for which he travelled widely.

In Berlin in 1939 he was jailed for eight weeks for associating with anti-Nazis, and that year he changed his surname, forming Rowland by inserting his middle initial into the first syllable of his Christian name…

His two elder brothers fought in the German army during the Second World War, but Rowland was enlisted in the Royal Army Medical Corps, and in 1940 served in Norway. However, when his parents were again interned, this time on the Isle of Man, Rowland refused to continue in the RAMC while they were detained.

He was discharged, and detained with his parents. His mother died in detention, and her treatment by the authorities was often cited as a cause of Rowland’s hostility to British officialdom.

Thereafter, Rowland took various jobs, including a spell as a porter at Paddington station and as a waiter at the Cumberland Hotel. After the war he sold refrigerators and car radios, and then in 1947 decided to emigrate, first to South Africa and then to Southern Rhodesia. He bought two farms and had interests in gold mines. He acquired the Mercedes franchise for Rhodesia, and became an agent for Rio Tinto Zinc.

Rio Tinto who owned Anglesey Aluminium. Liz Stables, the Angel at the Student Health Centre at UCNW who was facilitating the trafficking with Gwynne and D.G.E. Wood… formerly the Angel at Anglesey Aluminium. Liz’s old buddies at AA phoned her at the Student Health Centre daily and they would arrive at the Student Health Centre to visit her…

When Angus Ogilvy recruited him in 1961, Rowland’s own group of businesses, Shepton Estates, was exchanged for 1.5 million shares in Lonrho. The holding was the foundation of a personal fortune estimated to have reached £200 million by the late Eighties.

Always impeccably dressed and tanned, Rowland lived in discreet opulence with mansions in Buckinghamshire and Chester Square…

In 1967, Tiny Rowland married his god-daughter Josie Taylor, the daughter of his farm manager in Rhodesia. They had a son and three daughters.

Old Blue Eyes, as any fule kno, was reputed to have had Mafia connections.

 

Tiny Rowland’s business partner Edward du Cann cluttered up the Commons until June 1987. The Gang’s Cunning Plan hatched in the early months of 1987 to frame and imprison me for a serious offence was supposed to have come to fruition immediately after the General Election of June 1987, but it unravelled in July when Sgt Morgan at Bangor Police Station and Jeff Crowther, a nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, didn’t tell as many lies as required. See post ‘Hey, Hey DAJ, How Many Kids Did You Kill Today?’ Because the Windbag and Dr Death both deluded themselves that they would be in power after June 1987, all parties were colluding with the Gang’s Cunning Plan, including of course Plaid. The security services were working to keep Thatch in No 10 and du Cann will have known that. So he made himself scarce re politics, concentrating ‘on his business career’, fully expecting me to be in prison within the first few months of the Tories’ election victory.

Du Cann was Chair of the highly influential 1922 Committee of Tory backbenchers, 1972-84. Tim Renton will have been onside with du Cann, even after du Cann left the Commons, they couldn’t have survived without each other. I notice that Du Cann was Chair of the 1922 Committee until the year that I graduated when the Gang had moved in on me and WW III erupted after I complained about Gwynne. Whom du Cann had known from du Cann’s days as a junior Minister in Macmillan’s Govt, when he was a colleague of Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates in Mac’s Cabinet. See eg. posts ‘The Milk Street and Other Mafias’ and ‘Shurely Shome Mishtake’.

After standing down from the Commons in 1997 – here comes Fatty everyone! – Tim Renton was created a life peer on 9 June 1997 as Baron Renton of Mount Harry. Tim retired from the House on 14 April 2016.

Fatty’s first Ministerial post was given to him 1984

Fatty served as a PPS at MAFF, 1992-94. His boss was initially John Selwyn Gummer of the BSE-Burgers business. Gummer has held senior roles in the C of E for years, including on the General Synod. I am hoping to return to Gummer in a future post, there is much about Gummer than has not yet appeared on this blog. Gummer: I know!! Including about the BSE-cover up at Gov’t Chief Medical Officer level on the part of Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate Donald Acheson. Lie after lie fed to the general public. After Gummer, Fatty served under MAFF boss Gillian Shephard. Shephard’s substantial role in colluding with organised abuse in Norfolk, along with David Ennals, is detailed in ‘The Science Of Animal Behaviour’.

When Fatty was Minister of State for the Armed Forces, 1994-97, his Secretaries of State were Malcolm Rifkind and then Michael Portillo. Rifkind is a guilty man on many levels and furthermore he is also the cousin of two guilty frequent stars of previous blog posts, Leon and Samuel Brittan.

Rifkind is a law graduate of Edinburgh University and worked as an Assistant Lecturer at the University College of Rhodesia in Salisbury, 1967-68. Rifkind was called to the Scottish Bar in 1970 and practised full-time as an Advocate until 1974. From 1970 to 1974 Rifkind was a member of Edinburgh City Council. Rifkind is bound to have known about the sex abuse ring in Edinburgh and the role that Gwynne and Dafydd’s colleague Ronald Fairbairn and his son Sir Nicholas, who practised at the Scottish Bar and served as a Tory MP alongside Rifkind, played in it. Rifkind will also have known the substantial contribution made to the ring by Tam Paton, the gangster who was the manager of the Bay City Rollers. See post ‘Remember Girls – Never Get Into A Car With A Stranger!’.

Another thing that won’t have escaped Rifkind is the vast wealth and art treasures accumulated by Dedicated Edinburgh NHS Psychiatrists Sula Wolff and her husband Henry Walton. Sula and Henry, who Did it For The Poor, didn’t inherit wealth but they certainly ended up with it. Sula trained at the Maudsley when Dafydd and his mates were there, Sula taking a special interest in child psychiatry (Sula is considered to have been one of the founders of child psychiatry in the UK); Henry was working at the Maudsley as well, it’s how Sula and Henry met! Henry was a South African psychiatrist. When he returned to South Africa to become Head of Psychiatry at Groote Schuur Hospital Sula went with him. They married in Cape Town in 1959. Sula and Henry moved to the US in 1960 and Edinburgh in 1962, where they became part of Edinburgh’s elite, along with lawyers and politicians. They’ll have known Gordon Brown as well as Malcolm Rifkind.

Sula Wolff died in Edinburgh on 21 September 2009, shortly after being diagnosed with leukaemia. Prof Henry Walton pegged out on 3 July 2012, leaving his art collection worth millions to the Scottish nation.

See previous posts for Sula and Henry.

Rifkind had strong links with the Solidarity movement in Poland. In 1984, he made a Ministerial visit to Poland. Against the wishes of General Jaruzelski, the Polish Communist President, Rifkind insisted on laying a wreath at the grave of the murdered Polish priest Father Jerzy Popiełuszko, and had a meeting with three of the leaders of the banned Solidarity movement. Jaruzelski attacked Rifkind and cancelled a meeting he was due to have with him but Rifkind’s meeting with Solidarity created a precedent that was followed by the West German Foreign Minister, Hans-Dietrich Genscher and other Western Ministers. This helped force the Polish Gov’t to remove the ban on Solidarity and acknowledge the need for political reform and pluralism. Rifkind was, subsequently, decorated by the non-Communist democratic Polish Gov’t for his support.

Rifkind was the MP for Edinburgh Pentlands, Feb 1974-May 1997. He then resurfaced as the MP for Kensington and Chelsea in 2005 and held the seat until 2015. That constituency used to contain St George’s Hospital until St George’s relocated to Tooting in the early 1980s. Kensington and Chelsea is still crawling with people who have close connections to St George’s.

Rifkind was preceded in the Kensington and Chelsea seat by Michael ‘Of Course I’m Not Gay Mrs Thatcher, I support Section 28, Whoops it slipped my mind, I’ve been having same sex relationships ever since I was at Peterhouse dressing in drag and calling myself by a girl’s name, even two gay men living in Bethesda in 1993 told Sally Baker that, they’d seen me in gay clubs’ Portillo.

Rifkind was appointed Chairman of the Intelligence and Security Committee by PM Call Me Dave, on 6 July 2010, a post he held until 24 February 2015. As Chairman of the ISC Rifkind presided over the transformation of the Committee’s powers to ensure that it had effective oversight of MI5, MI6 and GCHQ.

Wasn’t that exactly the sort of man one needed in such a role while the Macur Review was being planned and conducted? No wonder police officers were threatening me with guns at the time.

Rifkind with American businessman Richard Burt, 2012:

Malcolm Rifkind’s son Hugo is the posh witty one on Radio 4’s ‘The News Quiz’. He stars on the show with Little Scottish Susan, Sir Ken Calman’s daughter, Sir Ken being a buddy of Dafydd and Gwynne’s going back decades. See previous posts.

Fatty was Shadow Secretary of State for Defence, 2003-05.

In 2002 Fatty was appointed to the Parliamentary Committee considering the future Hunting Act 2004, that banned hunting with dogs. Fatty opposed the planned Act.

On 9 May 2005, shortly after Michael Howard announced his intention to resign as leader of the Conservative Party, Fatty resigned from the Shadow Cabinet. Amazingly enough, that was just about the time that I handed my PhD thesis in! I couldn’t actually have my viva for another few months; because I’d completed my PhD so quickly, my PhD supervisor and the administrators at Bangor had to write to the Registry at the University of Wales (Bangor was still part of the UoW at the time) and make special arrangements, so it was well-known both in Bangor and at UoW HQ that I’d finished my PhD after Merfyn and my PhD supervisor had both refused to follow the Gang’s orders to unlawfully and unfairly force me out of the University.

It didn’t occur to me that the Chancellor himself knew.

Carlo, do you know why, after I passed my viva, Dr John Perkins the hopelessly incompetent Academic Registrar at Bangor just wouldn’t add my name to the list of successful PhD students? Neither would Perkins complete the admin necessary for me to receive my PhD certificate. Not until I told him that if it wasn’t done I would begin legal action. I remembered Perkins of old because when I began my PhD, Perkins refused to register me. Again and again, I and then my supervisor asked Perkins to do the necessary. He just somehow couldn’t. After a few weeks, Perkins rang my supervisor and said that he had presumed that I had now withdrawn from my PhD. My supervisor said ‘No, she’s sitting here at her desk and she’s just completed her first journal article’.

Perkins was a Bangor graduate himself. He is older than me and had completed his first degree and PhD in the Dept of Agriculture, that place of shame that employed Mary Wynch as a Secretary and said nothing when she was wrongfully arrested, imprisoned and subsequently ruined by the Gang. With whom nearly all of them were friends and relations, in particularly the awful Prof J.B. Owen, who’s family had provided the dosh to establish a Dept at UCNW. The Dept of Agriculture. See previous posts.

J.B. Owen and Ancestors were farmers on Anglesey. Lucille Hughes was the child care officer for Anglesey in the 1960s. When the north Wales paedophile ring was in full swing during the 1980s, numerous senior officers in Gwynedd County Council who had been so criminal and negligent had, like Lucille, earlier in their careers been responsible for Social Services on Anglesey. See eg. ‘I Know Nuzzing…’

Dafydd and his colleagues carried out Community Research Into Incest on Anglesey when Lucille was the child care officer and Prof Tim Miles of the School of Psychology conducted his ground-breaking Research Into Dyslexia with SEN pupils on Anglesey in the 1960s. The SEN pupils in particular were targeted by the Gang. See previous posts.

Anglesey County Council have a long and glorious tradition of being the most corrupt County Council in Wales, they’re brilliant on Anglesey, the Councillors go to prison and when they are released they’re back on the Council. Glenys Windbag’s dad was a Holyhead Councillor and he was good mates with Lord Cledwyn, the Labour MP for Anglesey, 1951-79. It was Lord Cled who introduced the young Windbag to Jim Callaghan. The Windbag who was at Cardiff University with Dr Tony Francis.

Dafydd lives on Anglesey and has for years.

Dr Delyth Morris was a magistrate on Anglesey but she was obliged to resign after she tried to twist the arms of the police not to proceed with a case against her adult son who had committed an assault on someone. Dr Duckula Morris’s son has worked as the researcher for Hywel Williams, the MP for Caernarfon/Arfon. Duckula and Hywel are both former Gwynedd social workers.

Duckula and her son were the stuff of legend at Bangor University. Duckula was spectacular in herself (see previous posts) but then a PhD student arrived in the School of Social Sciences – where Duckula worked – who was being sponsored by Tesco of all things. It later transpired that he was Duckula’s son. No-one realised because Duckula had divorced and remarried and so his surname is not Morris. Neither he or Duckula managed to mention to anyone in the University that they knew each other.

When Tesco wanted to build their big store at Holyhead, there was much opposition. So Duckula kindly organised the We Want Tesco In Holyhead campaign. It was successful. Then Duckula’s son arrived at Bangor to complete his Tesco-funded PhD.

Duckula herself was an Anglesey farmer’s daughter, although Duckula flogged the land for housing and lived in a bungaloid. Duckula’s bungaloid was used to store her son’s recreational chemicals, the theory being that he was a well-known drug user and might get busted, but Duckula wouldn’t, being a magistrate. At least she was while she was storing the drugs.

Daughter of Duckula was even more fun than her brother. Daughter of Duckula, like Duckula, Hated Englishers and there was much happiness in the Duckula household when Daughter of Duckula became engaged to one of the few people in north Wales who did send bombs to Englishers and served a prison sentence for that. See previous posts. The Duckula clan were particularly opposed to Englishers who had second homes in north Wales. Second homes in certain places such as Aberdyfi and Abersoch do cause huge problems, in that they push the price of housing up way beyond the affordability of even professional local people and there is a knock-on effect re the language and the sustainability of things like schools etc.

Similar problems occurred in other areas with an influx of second homers from elsewhere, such as France. Where Dr Duckula Morris has a second home, as does (or did if he is now dead) Prof Glyn Williams, the loathed UCNW bigot who was the man responsible for Duckula and others like her gaining PhDs and jobs that they should never have had. See previous posts.

Dafydd held clinics in France and John Allen owned his villa there, where he took kids in care ‘on holiday’. The phenomenon of the Gwerin purchasing second homes in France only became obvious in the very late 1980s in Bangor, when an estate agent called Tony Myers was advertising a great many houses in France for sale. Previous posts discuss Tony Myers and how he was loathed in Bangor, reputed to be a crook and banged on all the time about being ex-Royal Navy…

As with so many members of the Gang, such as Huw Thomas, the former Chief Exec of Gwynedd Health Authority (Huw’s signature litters my documentation), John Perkins was happy to share his talents with Darkies. After John had done his best to stop me registering for a PhD, he was featured in the Daily Post, under a headline declaring ‘I Help Afghanistan Women Get An Education’. As Perkins had done everything possible to stop me from getting an education, I read the article and was surprised to learn that Perkins was a leading light in an education charidee committed to education Afghan women and those in neighbouring countries. Perkins told the Daily Post that he drank green tea ‘with war lords’ to ensure that those Afghan women received an education.

Huw Thomas, Dafydd’s mate William Bingley and John Perkins were all working with charidees helping Wimmin in Asia/the Stans…

John Perkins’s wife Ann Perkins is active in the Anglican Church in north Wales and although not an Empowered Service User herself ended up as one of the key members of the Service Users Consultation Group at Ysbyty Gwynedd, along with the Rev Wynne Roberts, the singing, Elvis-impersonating vicar who was appointed a hospital chaplain after he was obliged to leave his parish when it became public knowledge that he was shagging one of his parishioners when both of them were married to other people. As well as being on the Service Users Consultation Group, the Rev Wynne sits on Mental Health Review Tribunals and the Ethics Committees of the regional NHS and Bangor University. See post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’

As for Fatty Soames, he resigned from the Shadow Cabinet – just as I handed my PhD thesis in- and immediately ended speculation that he intended to stand for the post of Tory Party Leader, saying that he merely wanted to be free to think about, and to influence, the future of the party. Fatty later announced his support for Call Me Dave, who’s old muckers from Oxford University began turning up in Somerset in the late 1980s/90s to enjoy an after-hours drinking session at the Cottage Inn in Fiddington and the rather more extreme fuckwittery that has been discussed in previous posts eg. ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’ and ‘A Holy Fool Among A Feast Of Fools’.

Fatty, now that the Tories are in such turmoil and Chris Leslie the Tory MP for Nottingham East (see previous posts eg. ‘A Discovery Of Witches’ for details of Chris’s proximity to the big ring in Yorkshire of which Carlo’s friend Savile was at the centre) has suggested that Ken Clarke should be a Tory Unity Leader, Ken who couldn’t beat the BMA so agreed to join them in wrecking my life and causing as much trouble for my father in his later years as well as they all concealed the same serious crime (see post ‘Jennifer’s Diary’), surely your time has come? Fatty for PM!

Carlo can be King, Fatty can be PM!

Along with Frank Field Fatty is a Co-chairman of the Cross-Party Group on Balanced Migration and has advocated in Parliament and in the media that immigration to and emigration from the UK should be brought into balance.

The British Royal Family: German, Russian, Danish, Greek and much more besides..

Frank Field has since 1979 been the Labour MP for Birkenhead. Dafydd’s Gang run Birkenhead and they have for years. Birkenhead exports a steady stream of distressed, dispossessed, expensive, needy people to north Wales to receive ‘services’ from Dafydd and it is made clear to them that Birkenhead doesn’t want them back, north Wales can keep them. See previous posts for Frank Field and the export of citizens who need looking after from Liverpool to north Wales, where they are of course neglected and abused by Dafydd and the Gang, in spite of the huge fees charged by Dafydd for their ‘care’.

On 13 July 2011, Fatty was sworn of the Privy Council. Fatty was knighted by his close friend’s mum in her 2014 Birthday Honours for ‘political service’.

‘She’s bloody bonkers you know. I’ve told her, accidents happen to Nutters like you.’

‘I apologise unreservedly, it was simply my job to Speak Up For The Prince.’

Diana and Dodi’s inquest was carried out by Lord Thomas Scott Baker. It was Scott Baker’s first inquest. That was one hell of an inquest on which to cut one’s teeth as a coroner – Di and Dodi! I wonder if anyone will let me do Brenda’s inquest when she finally goes? I’ve always fancied doing a bit of inquesting, if only Jim were still with us I could write to him and ask him to Fix It For Me to do a Royal Inquest. Before Scott Baker was a Coroner for princesses who had pissed the Royal Family off and then died in suspicious circumstances, he had for years been a Family Court judge.

In 1995 Thomas Scott Baker presided over the trial of Susan Brooke, a deeply distressed Empowered Service User who was imprisoned for abducting a baby from a hospital in north Wales, after Susan had been assessed at Bryn Golau by Dafydd et al who had concluded that she was Not Mad But Evil. Susan Brooke’s abduction of the baby was so hopeless and had been a result of an abusive husband effectively telling her to do it anyway that only Dafydd’s Gang could construct it as a calculated crime. There was plenty of evidence that lies had been told about Susan by those who Supplied The Facts and that she had previously been targeted by the Gang.

See posts ‘So Who’s Path Had Susan Brooke Crossed?’, ‘More On The susan Brooke Case’ and ‘Update On Cases Of Susan Brooke and Sara Thornton’.

One reason why it was suggested that Scott Baker was appointed to handle Dodi and Di’s inquest was that Dodi’s dad had hired Michael Mansfield to represent him and Thomas Scott Baker was ‘one of the few coroners who could stand up to Mansfield’. There was only one reason why: Scott Baker knew that MM knew about Gwynne and Dafydd and had not responded when I had written to him about the Gang but instead had sent up distress flares and done deals with all and sundry to ensure that no-one ever took a case for me, thus ensuring the future co-operation of the Top Docs for other cases…

It’s an inevitable result of the medico-legal system being 100% institutionally corrupt in order to save the bacon of the Royal Family…

Fatty was opposed to Brexit prior to the 2016 EU membership referendum. In an interview before the referendum Fatty described himself as a One Nation Tory on the soft left of the Party

and compared Brexiteers to ‘a growling Alsatian that must be kicked really hard in the balls’.

I expect that Fatty agreed in 1984 with Carlo, Eric, Thatch, Gwynne and Peter Swinnerton-Dyer of the UGC, that I too should be treated in a similar manner. Fatty, I am not in possession of testicles, but many of those who were fitted up by Gwynne’s Gang were. They were indeed kicked hard in the knackers – one boy gave evidence to Waterhouse that Nefyn Dodd’s wife June kneed him in the knackers (she explained to Waterhouse that it was an accident) – and Gwynne, when he wasn’t lobotomising Homosexuals at the same time as running a paedophile ring supplying boys to Homosexuals who were too important and/or rich to be lobotomised, was Treating Homosexuals using Aversion Therapy (at Denbigh that translated as ‘torture’) or with Hormones a la Alan Turing, so their testicles withered on the vine as it were and were no longer there to kick.

Fatty you are an idiot who should not have mouthed off in public recently and brought your continued presence in public life to my attention. 10 year olds gang-raped Fatty, female patients covertly filmed in clinical settings and the material used for porn and shown to potential buyers who bid for their services as sex workers… Then there was all the Sharing that victims of sexual assault were encouraged to do with Therapists, that Brown and I always suspected was passed on and used as masturbatory material for Gang members. Our suspicions were right Fatty.

All recorded by the security services undercover who failed to stop it because of the connections with the Royal Family of those involved.

It is you Fatty who needs a kick in the knackers so hard that you do not walk again.

Do me a favour Fatty and pop up once more on the BBC to explain it all away. As for your famous grandfather Churchill, previous posts have explained how it was he who gave Lord Kilmuir aka David Maxwell Fyfe, when Home Secretary, additional responsibilities for Welsh Affairs as well as ordering MI5 to be answerable to Fyfe. Maxwell Fyfe was a personal friend of Gwynne and Dafydd and even agreed to act for one of their mates, a farmer in north Wales, in a minor planning dispute with the County Council. He was the Lord Chancellor at the time but was prepared to do that, just to remind everyone that Fings Break. Or indeed that Accidents Happen.

It was when David Maxwell Fyfe was Home Secretary and MI5 were answerable to him that Dafydd was accepted by Liverpool University on their medicine degree. Dafydd was backed by the security services to be trained up as the tame Top Doc who would kick Alsations hard in the knackers who dared growl after they had been anally gang-raped by dreadful old men. They needed the Next Generation to succeed Gwynne, so planning started well in advance of Gwynne’s predicted retirement. So far in advance that it can only be concluded that plans to ensure that north Wales became the organised abuse capital of the UK were being laid. Dafydd’s cover was as the Plaid activist from Bethesda who Was On The Side Of The Common Welshman, not being all English and posh like wot most Top Docs were.

People who know anything about the founders of Plaid are under no illusions that they saw themselves as anything but Common As Muck.

Saunders et al were, like William Mars-Jones and the other Welsh Sons Of The Soil who made it big in the British establishment, very much an elite in Wales, but plebs compared to the London elite. Dafydd was just a common criminal and a ruthless opportunist.

I was reading a bit of John Biffen’s autobiography the other day and the similarities between the position of Biffen and people like William Mars-Jones leapt out at me. Readers will know that previous posts have discussed how my father went to school with John Biffen, who grew up on a farm just down the road from us. See ‘A Local Boy Made Good?’ and ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’. Biffen went to Cambridge and made it big in politics. Biffen hated Somerset, never returned to live there, but his parents stayed living at the farm on ‘Biffens Corner’ and they were most proud of him. In Thatch’s Cabinet and afterwards, Biffen pulled the strings in the Bridgwater area that made life so difficult for me and anyone who supported me…

Media comment about Biffen in the 1980s and 90s, like those of William Mars-Jones, stressed his humble origins, the son of country bumpkins, gosh isn’t it incredible. Yet as with Mars-Jones, although Biffen’s upbringing was nothing like as privileged as many of those with whom he later sat in Parliament, it was privileged compared to most of his neighbours in Somerset. The Biffens had a really big farmhouse and they employed farm workers rather than working as farm workers themselves. They were Tories of the local business class and Biffen’s parents’ favourite spot for socialising was the Royal Clarence Hotel in Bridgwater which was the poshest hotel in Bridgwater until the 1980s when it faded somewhat. As a boy, Biffen remembered watching local politicians coming to campaign – they would always stay at the Clarence – and some of them later became very powerful politicians or were from famous political dynasties, such as the Heathcote-Amory family.

Biffen’s biography really flags up his humble beginnings, with accounts of doing his schoolwork by oil lamp etc. My father used to remember exactly the same thing; none of the houses in that area had electricity until well into the 1950s. Biffen’s dad and my grandfather were two of the few people around who had a car. They were also among the first people in the area to have their houses wired up for electricity…

Biffens weren’t posh by the standards of those educated at Eton, but they were better off than most of their neighbours. Biffen mentioned in his autobiography that his dad let him off the farmwork to study. I know; it was well-known that the Biffens had big ambitions for their son and didn’t want him to be a Somerset farmer. Furthermore Biffen was a kid with asthma and quite serious health problems, it was obvious that he wouldn’t be able to do physical work.

I was always told that John Biffen was much more academic than the other kids at Dr Morgans, the Grammar School in Bridgwater and he did genuinely win that scholarship to Jesus College, Cambridge (a college with Welsh connections), no fiddling was needed, but my point is that John Biffen, by Somerset standards, was quite well-to-do.

At the time that John Biffen and my father went to Dr Morgans, the school was no longer a fee-paying one, but there was the old chestnut of the uniform being obligatory but beyond the pocket of some of the kids who passed the exam necessary. I had an uncle on the other side of my family who couldn’t take up his place at Dr Morgans because those grandparents couldn’t afford the uniform. His younger sister was in the same situation a few years later re Bridgwater Girls Grammar School, but someone in the extended family – it might have been my well-off grandfather, I can’t remember – coughed up for the uniform.

I noted that John Biffen never mentioned any of this when he was supplying those Thatcherite interviews to the media in the 1980s. Instead he waxed lyrical about his parsimonious Somerset upbringing laying the foundations of his conservatism. I had a particularly good laugh when Biffen also Paid Tribute to a history teacher at Morgan’s, explaining that this teacher’s historical insights Made Biffen A Conservative Free Marketeer and a former Morgan’s pupil wrote into one of the broadsheets commenting that the same teacher at Morgan’s had made him a socialist.

I have only just realised that John Biffen was giving those ‘Bridgy Life, Dr Morgan’s School And The Royal Clarence Made Me The Success That I Am’ when the Gang came after me and Brown and my other Somerset friend and Tom King was crawling his way up the ladder…

Dafydd, Gwynne, the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the murder of witnesses, not a good advert John Biffen!

The Right Hon John Biffen MP:

The Good Old Days:

(Is the man on the right in the foreground clearing up horse dung or investigating a drain/sewer/cesspit?)

What Down Memory Lane With John Biffen Was Really All About:

It’s Edward du Cann with Cecil and Thatch, in happier times, before Cecil had to resign and before du Cann was bankrupted and scarpered to Cyprus:

I know of two sons from similar families to the Biffens in that part of Somerset – one of them being my father – who fell out with their own parents in a major way because they wanted to farm…

Jesus College, Cambridge:

Alumni of Jesus College, Cambridge include: Roger Scruton (Thatch’s favourite philosopher); Andrew Mitchell MP (son of Sir David Mitchell, the MP for the Hampshire constituency in which we lived for a few years with Lord Denning down the road, Sir David having won the seat after his predecessor Denzil Freeth was forced to stand down by Lord Denning after being named in the John Vassall gay spies in the Admiralty scandal and then an incident in which Freeth, who was known to be gay himself, was fined after being found out and about in his undies, as discussed in ‘Sex, Lies and No Democracy’); Geoff Hoon; Shaun Woodward; Quentin Letts; Dominic Sandbrook; Raymond Williams; Jacob Bronowski; Lisa Jardine; Anthony Julius; Prince Edward!

Think those names are incriminating?

Theodore Huckle also went to Jesus College, Cambridge. Theo was the Counsel General for Wales who a few years ago read my 10,000 incriminating documents detailing serious organised crime and when I was (yet again) unlawfully detained in a psych unit, advised the Welsh Gov’t that I had no case for negligence on any grounds… Theo now shares Leading Human Rights Chambers Doughty Street with St Helena Kennedy, George Clooney’s wife Amal and other Defenders Of Justice. See eg. ‘Theodore Huckle QC’.

Lord Snowdon was also an alumnus of Jesus College, Cambridge!

Lord Snowdon was born on 7 March 1930. John Biffen was born on 3 Nov 1930.

Just send me my NDA Ma’am, I’m ready and waiting!

Hold on to your plumbs Fatty…

Saunders Lewis, one of the founders of Plaid, along with the father of the corrupt judge Huw Daniel and others (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’) and Dafydd’s mate, was a rather odd academic who was the snobbiest old git that it was possible to encounter, as even the most loyal of Plaid supporters agreed. Lewis was born on the Wirral to a Welsh Calvinistic Methodist family – Lewis converted to Catholicism as an adult – and went to school in Liverpool and then to Liverpool University. Lewis then became an academic at what is now Swansea University, where he taught Rhodri Morgan’s parents and was then a senior colleague of Morgan’s father when Morgan’s dad bagged a job at Swansea. Saunders Lewis retained a God-like status among the Gwerin and the Gang until his death on 1 Sept 1985 and his very existence fanned the flames of the huge How Very Dare You when I raised questions about Gwynne.

I have no idea why Fatty Soames’s granddad gave David Maxwell Fyfe, a personal friend of Gwynne’s, all the powers that Fyfe needed to ensure that the Gang could for decades assault, rape, maim, rob, frame and even kill their targets, as well as abduct children en masse, but that is what Churchill did.

There are many other Interesting Facts about the Churchills, including the serious mental health problems suffered by some of their children. Their eldest daughter, Diana, was in great distress when young and received the attentions of the Top Docs. Diana had several nervous breakdowns. In 1962, she began working with the Samaritans. In 1963, Diana died, at age 54, from an overdose of barbiturates; a coroner later concluded that the death was a suicide. Diana’s younger sister Sarah, an actress, had an affair that led to the suicide of the man with whom she had an affair; Sarah became an alcoholic and passed through Holloway Prison briefly. Churchill’s son Randolph was generally rather hopeless and suffered from poor health for years, dying at 57 years old from ‘a heart attack’ in his sleep at his home in Suffolk. He was found by one of his researchers the next morning, 6 June 1968 and although he had been rough for years, Randolph’s death was unexpected.

Lord Charles Hill aka Charlie Corkscrew, Churchill’s Top Doc, knew a great deal re dirt on those in high places and capitalised on this knowledge. Charles Hill was the WW II Radio Doctor and a big wig in the BMA who ‘negotiated’ with Nye Bevan re the establishment of the NHS – Bevan was told by Hill that the Top Docs would not work in the NHS unless they were allowed to dictate their own pay and conditions and ‘regulate’ their own profession. Hill lived until 22 Aug 1989, ever ready to save the day with regard to his friends Dafydd and Gwynne. Charlie Corkscrew was kicked out of Macmillan’s Cabinet during Night of the Long Knives in July 1962, but was very soon after given a peerage and subsequently appointed Chairman of the BBC by Harold Wilson. While making load noises about standards and morality, Hill ensured that the ring at the BBC, including the most extreme member of the ring, Savile, was left unhindered. See previous posts.

That is how long these Alsations have been causing havoc. They don’t need a hard kick in the knackers, they need to be put down – or simply removed from all positions of influence – along with the dangerous idiots who have rendered them bombproof.

According to the book Women in Parliament published in 2005, Fatty has been named as the ‘most sexist’ MP, with several female MPs stating that he has made vulgar comments to them. In other accusations of sexual harassment it has been alleged that Fatty makes repeated cupping gestures with his hands, suggestive of female breasts, when women are trying to speak in parliament, in order to distract them. He allegedly harassed Alastair Campbell by telephoning him and saying “you sex god, you Adonis, you the greatest of all great men”. Fatty didn’t realise that he was actually speaking to Campbell’s young son.

On 31 January 2017, Soames made ‘woofing’ noises at Tasmina Ahmed-Sheikh when she was asking the Foreign Secretary Boris a question in the House. Ahmed-Sheikh called a point of order o bring the Speaker’s attention to the noises. The Speaker John Bercow described the noises as “discourteous and that expression should not be used” and Fatty was asked to apologise. Fatty did so, saying he was only offering her a “friendly canine salute” in reply to her “snapped” question.

Oh just get rid of him someone, Fatty is not only offensive to Wimmin, he is offensive to virtually the entire human race. He is also the close friend of a man who has over years consistently protected sex offenders who resorted to very serious crime to cover their arses. That is the real problem, not Fatty simply behaving as he did when he was 14 and at Eton.

In one edition of The Mark Thomas Comedy Product, Mark Thomas investigated the practice of avoiding inheritance tax by declaring art, furniture, homes and land available for public viewing. After discovering that Fatty was claiming tax relief on a “three-tier mahogany buffet with partially reeded slender balustrade upright supports” on this basis, but without making any arrangements for the furniture to be inspected by the public, Thomas invented a ‘National Soames Day’ on which hundreds of people made appointments to see the furniture.

Fatty subsequently decided to pay the tax on the ‘three-tier mahogany buffet with partially reeded slender balustrade upright supports’ and Gordon, then Chancellor of the Exchequer, changed the law. Not that Gordon changed the law that much; when George Osborne was Chancellor, he famously had dinner with the senior execs of multi-national companies and asked them how much tax they would be willing to pay. George who’s brother Adam was a Top Doc who was struck off some four years ago after having sex with a patient, asking her if she’d like to make up a threesome with him and his wife and then threatening her – as did Adam’s wife, a Nice Lady Doctor, too – when the patient complained about him. Adam had previously been before the GMC after it was discovered that he had committed fraud re prescriptions of opiates and flogged them to sex workers. See previous posts…

For George Osborne’s role in the massive rigging of public opinion, Gov’t policy and contracts etc that resulted in the construction of the huge new Hinkley Point nuclear installation in Somerset and George’s contacts, including those in Somerset linked to the Gang, that assisted in this, see post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

In 2015, Mark Thomas told Adam Jacques of the Indie: “I try to find the good in my enemies. It’s not unusual to be able to get on with people despite what they are doing being awful. The only person I have met who I considered to be without any redeeming features was […] Nicholas Soames. […] He was such a pantomime baddie.”

Fatty isn’t just pantomime, he’s a real life obnoxious dangerous git. Sitting in Parliament maxing out on his friendship with a Royal who is good mates with sex offenders.

Take this blog post as your really hard kick in the knackers Fatty.

The latest edition of the London Review of Books has a by-line on the cover asking ‘How Bad Can It Get?’. When I did my ‘Worse, how can it be worse? Jehovah, Jehovah, Jehovah’ bit on Tony Francis in 1986 after he snapped at me saying ‘You’re only making it worse for yourself’ and he responded with ‘It can get a lot worse, believe me’,

I didn’t realise that Gangsters had been responsible for my friend Anne’s death, that they would then try and murder me and Brown and kill my friend’s baby!

Tony Francis was found dead in 2012. It was presumed that he’d killed himself but his death was kept very quiet. Operation Pallial was underway and I have been told that Francis had been questioned. I presumed that Francis had killed himself because he could see that he hadn’t yet exhausted his own Jehovah Jehovah Jehova possibilities. It is believed that Tony hung himself. Top Docs don’t usually hang themselves because they know what an horrific death it is, slow strangulation with the person changing their mind as it progresses and ripping their fingernails off as they grapple with the noose. Furthermore Tony had been taking opiates for years, he’d have had a lovely death with an overdose of those.

Over years, witnesses murdered by the Gang were found hanging and their deaths were dismissed as suicide. Sometimes suicide notes – as well as medical notes – were forged to set the scene. My post ‘He Knew Far, Far Too Much’ discussed Harry, a patient of Dafydd’s who had a relationship with Dafydd’s wife. (Dafydd has a number of ex-wives.) Mrs Dafydd left Dafydd for Harry; Dafydd then gave medical evidence against her in the child custody case, gaining custody of their children. Dafydd was never at home to look after the kids, he hired nannies to do that, who were nearly always young female patients whom he had sectioned for so long in Denbigh that they were left homeless, destitute and unemployable and were then invited by Dafydd to move into his house as his nanny/housekeeper.

It wasn’t illegal for Dafydd to declare his own wife insane to gain custody of the kids but it was very unacceptable and the whole of Gwynedd realised at that point that they had spawned a monster. After spawning the monster that was Gwynne. Harry was later found hung. He had killed himself. Everyone knew that Harry had done that because he believed that his new partner would stand a better chance of getting her kids back if Harry wasn’t around. It was widely believed that Dafydd himself had suggested this to Harry.

Nearly all of those kids in care and Empowered Service Users who were patients of Dafydd who ‘killed themselves’ in Risley Remand Centre hung themselves. Even though they were in the Hospital Wing under observation. It takes a while to die by hanging…

When F was framed by the Gang and imprisoned in the Hospital Wing in Risley, every night he heard the screams of the other prisoners as the screws kicked the hell out of them. From what F told me, he probably heard a murder of a prisoner by the screws as well.

The suicide record at Risley was the worst of any remand centre/prison in mainland Britain. It was dreadful from 1964 when Risley opened. Serious riots at Risley in 1989 that resulted in substantial damage to the building eventually led to a degree of change. Risley was re-roled to a male category C Training Prison 1n 1990, with the Female Remand Centre and a Male Allocation Centre retained on the same site. The female facility closed in April 1999 and the Male Allocation Centre closed in March 2000, at which point Risley wholly re-roled to a Category C Training Prison, known as HMP Risley.

The Home Office did not act re the dreadful conditions in Risley until the 1989 Risley riots in 1. The stats re the deaths of ‘male prisoners under 16’ (children) in Risley were so shameful that the Home Office refused to release them. See post ‘Include Me Out’.

It was the 1989 major riots at Risley that so embarrassed Douglas Hurd at the Home Office that change finally followed. Michael Mansfield represented some of those prisoners who had rioted. They were not the Gang’s victims, they were the prisoners of whom the Gang’s victims were so frightened. As more than one of the Gang’s victims said to me ‘The place was full of murderers, I was terrified’. One of the screws’ favourite techniques at Risley was to tell the sort of prisoners who Michael Mansfield represented that the Gang’s victims were nonces. Then they’d get their head kicked in by the prisoners as well as by the screws. It was at that point that Dafydd would appear and offer them a Bed In Denbigh. They knew that they would be found dead if they stayed at Risley much longer and accepted Dafydd’s kind offer. F was unlawfully imprisoned in Denbigh for a year by such a process, as were two other people known to me. It was of course how Mary Wynch found herself in Denbigh.

During his many hours of commenting on the Risley riots, Mansfield didn’t mention that nearly every prisoner on the Hospital Wing was a kid in care or psych patient from north Wales. I wrote to Mansfield in 1993 about the abuses of Gwynedd Social Services. He wrote me a one line reply.

I am told that when he received my letter, Mansfield sent up the distress flare and I have been informed that all the big legal names agreed never to represent me, in return for the continued co-operation of Top Docs, appeal judges etc for their other cases. Mansfield will have known that he was about to hear from me. I was given his address by Alwyn Jones, a solicitor in Bangor who was married to a lawyer who worked for Gwynedd County Council. Alwyn’s wife was a colleague of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer for Gwynedd who rigged the cases, forged documents, planned the conspiracy and perjury etc. See eg. ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’ and ‘The Bitterest Pill’. Alwyn’s father-in-law was a policeman who was a member of the Freemason’s lodge in Bangor. When Alwyn split up from his first wife, he married a pharmacist with whom he had been at Aber University.

It was Alwyn who told me about Dafydd giving medical evidence against his own wife in order to gain custody of the kids.

In May 2015 Michael Mansfield’s daughter Anna was found dead, hanging in the bathroom of her house. Michael established a suicide charidee, SOS (Silence Of Suicide), after that Personal Tragedy as discussed in previous posts.

On 18 Feb 2017, six months after I began this blog, the Torygraph published an interview with Melian Mansfield, Michael Mansfield’s first wife, Anna’s mother:

Melian Mansfield has just turned 75, yet pursues a schedule that would floor a person half her age.

But, in truth, she wouldn’t want it any other way. Her work and her family have helped her through one of the cruellest blows to any parent: the suicide of a child. On May 1, 2015, the unthinkable happened: Melian’s bright, beautiful, high-flying, second-eldest child, Anna – the 44-year-old mother of two boys aged six and three – took her own life and was found in the bathroom of their London home by her husband, Carlo.

QUE??

Anna, who was facing problems at work, had a history of depression. So too did Melian’s own father, Lt-Cdmr Breon Bordes, following war service. One of Anna’s relatives was diagnosed with schizophrenia while at university.

That’s always a bad sign. It’s Genetic!

We sit today in Melian’s homely north London kitchen, where the table is thronged with cards from family and friends for this unassuming matriarch’s landmark birthday, including one from her ex-husband and father of her five children: the campaigning civil-rights QC Michael Mansfield. In a tribute to how hard his ex-wife works, he writes: “I hope you find time to celebrate.”

Her work as an educational campaigner has been something of a solace over the past 18 months. “It keeps me focused; it has helped enormously,” she admits.

One Empowered Service User who ended up in prison after the perjury of the Gang told me that he thinks that Tony Francis was probably murdered and that was why there was no obituaries, notices or even much discussion about his death.

Dafydd holds a Home Office licence for prescribing Class A drugs and has always been the main supplier in north Wales and probably for the rest of Wales as well. He would have known about Tony Francis and the opiates and might well have been the Top Doc prescribing them.

Tony Francis knew that I knew about Harry and the circumstances of his death and that Dafydd gave medical evidence against his own wife. Tony knew that F and I knew about the patients who cohabited with Dafydd and worked as his nannies and Tony knew that we had spoken to one of them, Therese.

How are your testicles at present Sir Fatty? A little bruised and swollen perhaps?

Fatty was Chairman of the private security contractor Aegis Defence Services which was bought in 2015 by GardaWorld, for whom Fatty now acts as a member of the International Advisory Board. Aegis had a series of contracts worth hundreds of millions of dollars to provide guards to protect US military bases in Iraq from 2004 onwards. From 2011, the company broadened its recruitment to take in African countries, having previously employed people from the UK, the US and Nepal.

Contract documents state that the soldiers from Sierra Leone were paid $16 (£11) a day. A documentary, The Child Soldier’s New Job, broadcast in Denmark, alleges that the estimated 2,500 Sierra Leonean personnel who were recruited by Aegis and other private security companies to work in Iraq included former child soldiers.

Fatty was a Director of the liquidated company Framlington Second Dual Trust plc.

Mid Sussex Conservative Constituency Association has received over £1 million in donations, with Fatty receiving well over £100,000 from private military company Aegis Defence Services Ltd from 2010 onwards. US multinational professional services, risk management and insurance brokerage firm Marsh & McLennan Companies Inc has given Fatty £518,069 since 2010 in remunerations for his services as an MP. Fatty has also received private donations from a variety of people, including £5,749 from Majlis As Shura, £10,000 from David Rowland and £20,000 from Ann R. Said.

In October 2017, Fatty faced criticism following a meeting with Robert Mugabe while visiting Zimbabwe. Zimbabwean media claimed that the visit was “part of a private initiative of friends of Zimbabwe in the British establishment” to normalise relations between the two countries, and quoted Mugabe as saying that Fatty had carried messages of goodwill from both Lord Carrington (another life-long facilitator of the Gang, as discussed in previous posts, who had co-signed the 1979 Lancaster House Agreement on behalf of the British Gov’t) and Carlo. The Zimbabwean state-owned Herald asserted that “Sir Nicholas insisted on meeting President Mugabe in the full glare of publicity. He promised to publicise details of the meeting in the British media.”

In response Fatty maintained that he had met Mugabe in a personal capacity, rather than as a representative of the UK Gov’t: he said that his father Christopher Soames, who had overseen Zimbabwe’s transition to independence, would not have forgiven him if he had not tried to “call on” the President.

MP Kate Hoey, Chair of the All-Party Parliamentary Group on Zimbabwe, criticised the visit, stating that Fatty’s behaviour “pander(ed) to the vanity of a wily and ruthless dictator.” She continued “(y)ou can’t have a private visit which is then front page of the newspapers in Zimbabwe.”

The gangster Nicholas Hoogstraten was a mate of Mugabe’s and after Hoogstraten finally left the UK some years ago he moved to Zimbabwe, where he was an adviser to Mugabe. Hoogstraten left the UK after he was held in custody under suspicion of murdering a business rival. Charges were eventually dropped and Mugabe finally left the UK. Hoogstraten’s life after his jail term when he was a young man provides an interesting example of what one can do if people are simply terrified of one. Hoogstraten was best known as a truly dreadful slum landlord as well as for vicious business practices. There was complaint after complaint but the authorities never took action to put Hoogstraten out of business and then the complaints stopped coming in the wake of accounts of savage beatings and attempted murders of people who dared complain.

It seems likely that my friends who supported me after they graduated from Stirling University – having met Jack McConnell there – when the Gang came after me who found themselves bothered by gangsters when they lived at Archway in north London were tenants of a house owned by Hoogstraten; he owned a great deal of property in London and Brighton and his tactics were known to result in the sort of experiences that my friends had.

Yet Hoogstraten was feted by the media, appeared on TV – just after my mates had all that trouble at Archway – and people offered to work on the palace that Hoogstraten planned and then had built in the south of England free of charge. He really hated ramblers and cut off public footpaths on his land with rolls of barbed wire, concrete etc and nothing was ever done to persuade Hoogstraten to change his mind.

Not long before Hoogstraten emigrated to Zimbabwe, he was prosecuted for tax evasion on a massive scale. The case was dropped after information was received that if it went ahead, the presiding judge would almost certainly be assassinated. It was confirmed: Hoogstraten had reached Dafydd and Gwynne status. No-one would touch him because they would be killed if they did.

My post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’ discussed the firebomb that killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal days after the April 1992 General Election. Two more witnesses who had survived the firebomb were subsequently found dead, one immediately after giving evidence against John Allen in Court. Hoogstraten was alleged to have owned the building in which the party was held to which so many witnesses were invited before a firebomb was thrown into the building as the party was in full swing. No -one ever proved that Hoogstraten owned the building  in Court – well they wouldn’t dare name him anyway would they – but the building was owned by a sort of shell company (Dafydd uses the same techniques re his Care Homes) known to have links with Hoogstraten.

This is where the mindless bleating of Ah the doctors they were wonderful and They’re Lying To Get Compensation ends up. Trials that have to be abandoned because no judge dares risk his life presiding over them. Dafydd and Gwynne should have received lengthy jail sentences decades ago. They didn’t and now no politician dares criticise Top Docs and no lawyer will represent anyone who wants to take a case against Dafydd and his acolytes.

Fatty has been married twice. His first marriage (4 June 1981-1988) was to Catherine Weatherall (the sister of Isobel Bowes-Lyon, Countess of Strathmore and Kinghorne). Carlo was best man and the wedding was attended by Diana, the Queen Mum, Ma’am Darling and many others. Fatty and Catherine have one son:

• Arthur Harry David Soames (b. May 1985)

Isobel and Catherine are the sisters of Edward Percy Keswick Weatherall (born 1957), MD of the Jardine Matheson Group from 2000 to 31 March 2006 having joined the Board in 1999. Weatherall joined the Jardine Group in 1976 and worked in a number of senior executive positions in Hong Kong, the US, the UK, Saudi Arabia, Korea and the Philippines, prior to becoming “Tai-Pan“. Weatherall was CEO of Hongkong Land.

Weatherall is a member of the Keswick family who control Jardine Matheson through complex cross-shareholdings, despite holding only around 10% of the shares in the company. During Weatherall’s period in charge, the Jardines undertook large scale strategic investment in Astra International of Indonesia via the Singapore company Jardine Cycle & Carriage. Weatherall was succeeded as Group Managing Director by Anthony Nightingale on 1 April 2006.

Weatherall was born the elder son of Captain Anthony Weatherall and Sophy Keswick. He is married to Clara Mary Johnston (b. 1960), elder daughter of Nicholas John Johnston by his wife Susanna Maria Chancellor, younger daughter of Sir Christopher Chancellor CMG 

Susanna Chancellor is the sister of the journo Alexander Chancellor. Rosie Johnston, the only person who was jailed after the death of Olivia Channon at Oxford in 1986, is a member of the Chancellor family via her mother. See post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’

Weatherall and Clara have four children: Bertram, Stella, Ruby and Honor Weatherall. The family lives in South West Scotland, having left Hong Kong in April 2006.

Weatherall has two sisters and a younger brother (who is married to his wife’s younger sister). Weatherall’s elder sister Catherine Nony was Fatty’s first wife. Weatherall’s younger sister Isobel Charlotte, Countess of Strathmore and Kinghorne (b. ca. 1963), was married from 1984 to 2005 to the 18th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne and is mother of the earl’s three elder surviving sons.

The 18th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne, Fatty’s former brother-in-law:

The Right Honourable The Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne DL
Captain of the Yeomen of the Guard
In office 30 December 1991 – 20 July 1994
Monarch	Elizabeth II
Prime Minister	John Major
Preceded by	The Viscount Davidson
Succeeded by	The Earl of Arran
Personal details
Born	7 June 1957 Windsor
Died	27 February 2016 (aged 58) London
Nationality	British
Spouse(s)	Isobel Charlotte Weatherall (m. 1984–2005) Dr. Damaris E. Stuart-William (m. 2005–2008) Karen Baxter (m. 2012)
Children	Simon Bowes-Lyon, 19th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne John Bowes-Lyon George Bowes-Lyon Toby Bowes-Lyon
Parents	Fergus Michael Bowes-Lyon, 17th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne Mary Pamela McCorquodale
Residence	Glamis Castle, Angus, Scotland
Education	Sunningdale School Eton University of Aberdeen RMA Sandhurst

Michael Fergus Bowes-Lyon, 18th and 5th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne (7 June 1957-27 February 2016), styled Lord Glamis, 1972-87, was a first cousin, once removed, of Brenda. Lord Strathmore was the only son of Michael Bowes-Lyon, 17th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne, and his wife Mary Pamela McCorquodale (b.1932). Diana’s sister married into the McCorquodale clan. Lord Glamis was a great-nephew of the Queen Mum. Lord Glamis was educated at Sunningdale School (as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor aka the 6th Duke of Westminster), Eton, Aberdeen University and Sandhurst. He succeeded his father as 18th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne in 1987.

Lord Strathmore was married three times. In 1984 he married Isobel Charlotte Weatherall (b ca 1963), sister of Percy Weatherall. They were separated in 2003 and divorced in 2005. They had three children:

• Simon Bowes-Lyon, 19th Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne (b. 18 June 1986)
• Hon. John Fergus Bowes-Lyon (b. 1988)
• Hon. George Norman Bowes-Lyon (b. 1991)

On 24 November 2005 at Glamis Castle (the Queen Mum’s childhood home which is reputed to be haunted by a particularly unsavoury ghost; Ma’am Darling was born at Glamis Castle) Lord Strathmore married Dr. Damaris E. Stuart-William, a clinical psychologist. They were separated in 2007 and were divorced in 2008. They had one child, a son:

• Hon. Toby Peter Fergus Bowes-Lyon (b. March 2005) (legitimised upon the marriage of his parents)

On 4 August 2012 he married Karen Baxter who survives him.

Damaris Stuart-William appears on LinkedIn described as a Consultant Clinical Psychologist based in Southampton at HAMPSHIRE AND SURREY PSYCHOLOGY LTD. Damaris Stuart-William also appears on the web as working with CAMHS in NHS Tayside, Dundee.

Fatty subsequently married Serena Smith (a niece of the Duchess of Grafton and daughter of Sir John Smith) on 21 December 1993. They have two children.

• Isabella Soames (b. 28 November 1996)
• Christopher Soames (b. 11 January 2001)

Now for Fatty’s father-in-law, Sir John Lindsay Eric Smith (3 April 1923 – 28 February 2007). John Smith was a banker and Tory MP who was involved with many architectural, industrial and maritime conservation charities. Smith founded the Landmark Trust in 1965.

When the previously disadvantaged agricultural areas of Somerset began to be colonised by celebs and affluent Tories after the arrival of Paul Johnson in Over Stowey heralded the invasion, people knew that an earthquake had hit Stogursey when David Essex went there on holiday. It was at some point in the late 1980s. Stogursey was not the sort of village to host celebs on holiday (see post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’). I e mailed Brown a couple of weeks ago to ask him if he could remember the circumstances in which David Essex booked a holiday in Stogursey.

Brown’s reply:

I think this was round about the time the Landmark Trust bought and refurbished the house at Stogursey Castle, and I think he was one the first customers. I can’t remember if anyone else famous turned up. I think he was the one of whom Mrs Brown said he’s been offended because nobody recognised him. A lot of men in that area looked like ageing versions of 1970s entertainers and singers anyway so he probably blended in.

More celebs did follow David Essex, I remember Brown’s mum telling me, but David Essex was the one who put Stogursey as a holiday destination on the map as it were. I need to emphasise once more that Stogursey, until the Landmark Trust got busy, was not your usual holiday destination. The High Street looked like a twee Somerset village but Stogursey had always been ‘rough’; a lawless gypsy site nearby, another big caravan site for people who couldn’t afford houses, a drunken violent vicar, fist fights in the pubs, a primary school with a Head who reassured people that it didn’t matter if the kids couldn’t read and write (he certainly wasn’t going to teach them to do so) ‘because they’re all going to work on farms’.

Stogursey now IS a twee village, Brown and I marvelled some years ago of how it had been effectively cleansed of the mass of poor people who lived there.

As for Brown’s comment re the men looking like ageing 70s entertainers, yes they did, particularly the school bus drivers who were shagging the more precocious girls. ‘Keefy’ Miller being the best example, Keefy of the walrus moustache and gold jewellery, a ‘Medallion man’ as Keefy’s variety of male was known. The activities of Keefy and his friends were widely know, as discussed in previous posts.

They did all of course douse themselves in one gents’ fragrance in particular:

Fatty’s father-in-law John Smith was born in London, the son of Cap’n Evan Cadogan Eric Smith of Ashfold, Sussex and his wife, Beatrice Helen (née Williams). Smith was a scion of an old banking family: Smiths of Nottingham was founded in the 1650s, and merged with the National Provincial Bank after WW I and his Smith’s father became its Chairman. The National Provincial in Bangor was one of the banks under the control of the Gang; multiple fiddles were underway.

John Smith’s mother was the daughter of Albert Williams and granddaughter of Sir George Williams, founder of the YMCA and a great-granddaughter of Thomas Cook (the holiday king). His elder sister, Fortune, married Hugh FitzRoy, Earl of Euston (later 11th Duke of Grafton) in 1946; she was a Lady-of-the-Bedchamber to Brenda, 1953-66 and has been the Mistress of the Robes since 1967.

Smith was educated at Eton. He joined the Fleet Air Arm in 1942 and served in WW II in the Mediterranean and the Atlantic, then as a liaison officer to the US Ninth Air Force and then with a squadron in the North Atlantic. Smith joined the aircraft carrier HMS Indomitable, and served in the Far East with a Naval Air Squadron. Smith was in Ceylon at the end of WW II.

During that lot, John Smith would have become good mates with those of varying ranks who knew Gwynne and Dafydd.

After WW II, Smith went to New College, Oxford, at the time a recruiting ground for the British security services. Smith became an honorary fellow of New College in 1979. He met his future wife, Christian Carnegy, in Oxford and they married in 1952.

Smith and Christian had five children:

• Serena Mary Smith who married Fatty
• Bartholomew Evan Eric Smith (born 1 February 1955; founder of the Amber Foundation and West London Aero Club)
• Adam Carnegy Eric Smith (born 1953)
• Dido Smith
• Emma Smith, who pre-deceased him

John Smith owned a property at No. 1, Smith Square in his former constituency. However, he resided at Shottesbrooke Park, near Maidenhead, the ancient home of the Vansittart family which he inherited from his father’s second cousin in 1962. Smith died in Windsor. He was survived by his wife, their two sons and two of their three daughters.

John Smith followed the family tradition of being a director of Coutts and Co, the private bank and a subsidiary of National Provincial, in 1950. He was the ninth generation of Smiths to work in the bank. Smith remained a Director for 43 years, until 1993.

Previous posts eg. ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’ discussed the money that was transferred via a Coutts cheque in the late 80s/early 90s to the Fiddington-based Homophobe who shocked ‘City Limits’. He had to be told what Coutts was (‘the Queen’s bank’) because he and his mates had never heard of Coutts and they thought that the cheque was a dud.

Fatty’s father-in-law joined the Boards of many other companies, including Rolls-Royce Limited, the Ottoman Bank and the Financial Times. He was also a Deputy-Governor of Royal Exchange Assurance. Fatty was awarded the OBE in 1964, the year that Dafydd achieved greatness as a Consultant Psychiatrist.

After the death of the Speaker of the Commons, Sir Harry Hylton Foster in 1965, Smith was elected to succeed him as MP or the Cities of London and Westminster. Smith represented the constituency until he stood down in 1970. Brenda awarded Smith a CBE in 1975.

Smith served as High Steward of Maidenhead and as Lord Lieutenant of Berkshire, 1975-78. Brenda knighted Smith in 1988 and then made him a Companion of Honour in 1994, the year that Matt Arnold died and Peter Howarth was jailed.

Smith served on Committees of the National Trust, 1952-95 and was Deputy Chairman, 1980-95. Previous posts have discussed the scams that the Gang ran in collaboration with the NT, including the summer work scheme for victims of the Gang at Penrhyn Castle back in the 1980s. Lucille Hughes is now volunteering for the NT, at Penrhyn Castle no less. I knew one Empowered Service User who volunteered repeatedly with the NT on Anglesey. It took me a while to realise that this young woman, like me, had been a witness not just to the Gang in north Wales but also to crime in celeb circles when she had worked in London after graduating. The Hergest Unit was systematically damaging her health including by ‘medication’ every time that she began to improve. The NT played a crucial role because her ambition was to return to full-time work in the business world and she kept trying to gear-up for that by volunteering with the NT. The NT would undermine her, elicit confrontations and report back to the Gang on her madness… I didn’t realise at the time how closely the NT and the Gang were linked.

John Smith served on the Standing Committee for Museums and Galleries from 1958 to 1966, the Historic Buildings Council from 1971 to 1978, the Redundant Churches Fund from 1972 to 1974, and the National Heritage Memorial Fund from 1980 to 1982.

Smith founded the Manifold Trust in 1962, to raise money for charity by buying long leases close to the date of their expiry. The venture was very successful, producing a “cataract of gold” which funded many of Smith’s charitable interests, including the Landmark Trust, which he and Lady Smith founded three years later and which still operates from their estate at Shottesbrooke. David Essex benefited along with the Smiths. Sir John identified and acquired properties for restoration, while Lady Smith supervised their fitting out, commissioning soft furnishings for each inspired by objects or design features associated with the buildings.

How did the house in Stogursey come to the attention of Fatty’s in-laws then? Perhaps Stogursey’s resident with close connections to People in High Places (see post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’) can enlighten us:

If Lady Elizabeth Gass Knows Nuzzing, someone else will be able to fill us in:

I have no idea who the man in the middle is between Lord Tom (who dressed up in his whites especially for the occasion) and John Major. He’ll be a famous cricketer but I only know those cricketers who used to go down the Anchor Inn in Combwich with Beefy Botham, drinking with the Homophobes and teenaged girls. Don’t Tell Kath! See previous posts.

John Smith was involved in canal restoration through his friendship with L. T. C. Rolt, and was a driving force behind the preservation of HMS Belfast, HMS Warrior and SS Great Britain.

Here are extracts from Fatty’s father-in-law’s obituary, written by Louis Jebb and published in the Indie on 1 March 2007:

The Torygraph’s obituary for Fatty’s father-in-law contained a few additional snippets:

On 15 May 2008, Fatty pleaded guilty to riding a  quad bike on a public road without motor insurance. A photograph of Soames using the vehicle to pull a trailer carrying three children and a pregnant woman was taken from footage filmed by hunt saboteurs in Slaugham, West Sussex, on New Year’s Day. It was given to the police and published by the Daily Mirror. Since Fatty had several previous offences on his licence, he was disqualified from driving for two months, fined £200 and ordered to pay a £15 victim surcharge and costs of £35 by Crawley magistrates.

In 2012, Fatty was disqualified from driving for two weeks for speeding at 51 mph in a 30 mph residential area in Handcross. Fatty was also fined £666, plus £85 court costs and a £15 victim surcharge. ‘The Argus’ a Sussex paper, describes him as an ‘anti-speed MP’. According to the Argus, it was ‘the third time he has been caught flouting traffic laws in four years’. After the ruling at Mid Sussex Magistrates’ Court on 17 October 2012, Soames told The Argus: “These things happen. Haven’t you ever gone over the speed limit?” The speeding incident was criticised by Brake, a campaigning road safety charity, which said, “speed limits are in place for everyone’s safety, and it is particularly alarming to see a public figure like Nicholas Soames repeatedly flouting traffic laws and needlessly putting lives at risk. A two-week ban and a £666 fine is simply not enough, and we would like to see courts hand out tougher penalties to traffic offenders in order to create a real deterrent”.

The former Chief Constable of North Wales, Richard Brunstrom, made a point of clamping down on speeding motorists. Mr Brunstrom’s rationale was that far more deaths are caused by speeding than by other crime. That is probably true, but it did result in some of Brunstrom’s officers being able to use the stringent speeding policy in north Wales to harass motorists who had fallen foul of the Gang. Including me. One positive thing that Richard Brunstrom did do was to kick out two very senior officers for corruption. One of those was Elfed Roberts, who soon found himself a job as the Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Elfed constantly fed negative stories about Mr Brunstrom to the tabloids, particularly the Daily Mail, who obligingly published them. At no point did they tell their readers that Richard Brunstrom had sacked Elfed for corrupt practices.

Mr Brunstrom joined the police after he withdrew from his PhD in Zoology at UCNW in 1979. Gwynne was in the Student Health Centre at the time and the Dept of Zoology was ruled by the Gang, as was the wider university. Mr Brunstrom may, like Lord John Krebs who was also in the Dept of Zoology at about the same time, have put his knowledge of Gwynne and the Gang to good use and bagged himself rapid promotion and a job as a Chief Constable; I don’t know enough about Mr Brunstrom to judge. He did inherit a thoroughly rotten police force and after he stepped down as Chief Constable a few years ago he disappeared without trace. Richard Brunstrom’s Deputy Chief Constable, Clive Wolfendale, retired from the force at the same time and was immediately appointed CEO of Dafydd’s charidee CAIS.

The late Simon Hoggart, writing in ‘The Guardian’ related an anecdote of Fatty’s childhood: “He gave me the true version of what I had always suspected was an apocryphal story. In or around 1953, when Soames was five, he didn’t know how important his grandfather was until someone told him. So he walked up to the old man’s bedroom, managed to get past the valets and the secretaries, and found him sitting up in bed. ‘Is it true, grandpapa, that you are the greatest man in the world?’ he asked. ‘Yes I am,’ said Churchill. ‘Now bugger off.'”

Simon Hoggart was born on 26 May 1946 in Ashton-under-Lyne, Lancashire and educated at Hymers College (a public school with its own Masonic Lodge) in Kingston-upon-Hull, Wyggeston Boys’ School in Leicester and then King’s College, Cambridge.

Hoggart joined The Guardian in 1968, later becoming the US correspondent for ‘The Observer’ and occasional guest commentator on  National Public Radio’s Weekend Edition Saturday. Having written on politics for some years for Punch magazine, Hoggart became the Parliamentary sketch writer for The Guardian in 1993. Simon Hoggart also wrote a wine column for ‘The Spectator.

In the early 1980s Simon Hoggart Chaired the The News Quiz and then returned to the show, 1996-2006. In 1998 Simon was part of BBC Radio 4’s 5-part political satire programme Cartoons, Lampoons and Buffoons. He was also a contributor to the Grumpy Old Men and wrote an occasional column for ‘New Humanist’ magazine (last entry May 2005). Hoggart was also an occasional panellist on the BBC 2 antiques quiz show Going, Going, Gone.

When speculation appeared in the News Of The Screws in December 2004 suggesting that Hoggart was the “third man” in the Kimberly Quinn affair – the other two men being Quinn’s husband and David Blunkett – Hoggart initially denied any involvement before issuing a statement admitting that he had an extra-marital affair with Quinn before her own marriage. The sex scandal involving Quinn contributed to the resignation of Savile’s – and the Gang’s friend – in Sheffield, David Blunkett from the Cabinet. See eg. ‘The Big Questions’.

Hoggart lived in South London with his wife, Alyson, a clinical psychologist and their two children, Amy and Richard. Amy is a writer and actor who completed her first degree at King’s College Cambridge – during which time Amy was in Footlights – and then a Masters in Experimental Psychology at Sussex University. Simon Hoggart was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer in mid-2010 and died of the disease on 5 January 2014.

Simon Hoggart’s career gave him an excellent knowledge of politics and political scandals that had been concealed. Simon knew about Gwynne and Dafydd and the wider Westminster Paedophile Ring. Simon knew about me as well and I have been told that Simon and others noticed how often Brown and I drew on Simon’s dad Richard Hoggart’s academic work in our publications.

Richard Hoggart was born in Leeds, later famous as Jimmy Savile Central. His father died when Richard Hoggart was one year old and his mother died when he was eight. Hoggart grew up with his grandmother in Hunslet and gained a place at Cockburn High School then winning a scholarship to Leeds University. Hoggart served with the Royal Artillery during WW II.

Richard Hoggart was a Staff Tutor at Hull University, 1946-59. Previous posts discussed many of the Gang’s supporters who were hosted by Hull University; Hull was on the site of the big ring that stretched right across the north of England. The highest profile Hull Personalities include Prezza, Philip Larkin, Tom Watson and David Hanson, but Hull University per se housed interesting colluders on the left with the Gang back in Hoggart’s day, such as John Saville, a Communist who ended up hosting an undercover security services officer who had passed himself off as a Radical Young Man.

Hoggart was then a Senior Lecturer in English at Leicester University, 1959-62.  Even at that time Leicester University was heaving with people who were facilitating or simply concealing the ring in Leicester, including Larkin’s mistress Monica Jones; Larkin too worked at Leicester University before moving to Hull University. Frederick Attenborough, dad of David and Richard Attenborough, being Principal (1932-51) of what became Leicester University didn’t do Leicester University or indeed the Leicester ring any harm (Sir Frederick died in Wandsworth…) and another famous face who worked at Leicester early in his career after his first degree at Hull and Masters at the LSE was Miranda’s favourite sociologist Anthony Giddens. Leicester University is considered to be one of the seedbeds of British sociology which is rather worrying for British sociology; it was at Leicester University where Giddens met Norbert Elias. Lisa Nandy’s dad Dipak Nandy also spent many years working at Leicester University.

Norbert Elias
Born	22 June 1897 Breslau, Silesia Province, Prussia, German Empire (now Wrocław, Poland)
Died	1 August 1990 (aged 93) Amsterdam, The Netherlands
Known for	Figurational sociology, theory of civilizing/decivilizing processes, habitus
Scientific career
Fields	Sociology
Influences	Max Weber, Sigmund Freud, Karl Mannheim, Richard Hönigswald
Influenced	Anthony Giddens, Pierre Bourdieu, Eric Dunning Hermann Korte, Stephen Mennell, Steven Pinker

Norbert Elias was a German but later became a British citizen. He is especially famous for his theory of civilizing/decivilizing processes.

Norbert volunteered for service in WW I, but after suffering a nervous breakdown in 1917, he was declared unfit for service and was posted to Breslau as a medical orderly. In the same year, Elias began studying philosophy, psychology and medicine at the University of Breslau in addition spending a term each at the Universities of Heidelberg (where he attended lectures by Karl Jaspers) and Freiburg in 1919 and 1920. Elias quit medicine in 1919 after passing the preliminary examination. In 1924, he graduated with a doctoral dissertation in philosophy (neo-Kantianism), which had led to a serious dispute with his supervisor. Elias turned to sociology.

During his Breslau years, until 1925, Elias was deeply involved in the German Zionist movement and acted as one of the leading intellectuals within the German-Jewish youth movement “Blau-Weiss” (Blue-White). In 1925, Elias moved to Heidelberg where Alfred Weber accepted him as a candidate for a habilitation

In 1930 Elias chose to cancel this project and followed Karl Mannheim to become his assistant at the  University of Frankfurt. After the Nazi take-over in early 1933, Mannheim’s sociological institute was forced to close. In 1933, Elias fled to Paris. His elderly parents remained in Breslau, where his father died in 1940; on 29 September 1942 his mother was killed in Treblinka.

In 1935, Elias moved to Britain, where he worked on his magnum opus, The Civilizing Process, until 1939, supported by a scholarship from a relief organization for Jewish refugees.

In 1939, Norbert met up with his former friend and supervisor Mannheim at the LSE where he obtained a position as Senior Research Assistant. In 1940, the LSE was evacuated to Cambridge, but when an invasion of Britain by German forces appeared imminent Elias was detained at internment camps in Liverpool and on the Isle of Man for eight months, on account of his being German, an “enemy alien”.

Upon his release in 1941, Elias returned to Cambridge. Towards the end of the war, he worked for British intelligence, investigating hardened Nazis among German prisoners of war. Elias taught classes for the WEA and later extension courses at Leicester University.

In collaboration with a friend from Frankfurt days, the psychoanalyst S. H. Foulkes, who was a mate of Welsh psychiatrist Dr Ernest Jones, who was part of Gwynne’s network. Norbert Elias laid the theoretical foundations of Group Analysis and Co-founded the Group Analytic Society in 1952. Norbert Elias himself trained and worked as a group therapist.

How Can I Help, How Can I Help? Do ewe mean mari-jew-ana? All roads lead to Dafydd, even Norbert Elias, it is truly awesome.

On Feb 22 1952 Norbert Elias was naturalized as a British citizen. It was Gwynne and Dafydd’s mate David Maxwell Fyfe aka Lord Kilmuir wot did that favour for Norbert.

In 1954, Norbert gained his first secure academic post, at University College Leicester (which soon became the University of Leicester). Along with his friend Ilya Neustadt, Norbert made a major contribution to the development of the University’s Dept of Sociology, which became one of the largest and most influential departments in the UK. Leicester’s Dept of Sociology became very troubled when I was working as a postdoc sociologist at Bangor. When I met the Prof of Sociology and Head of Dept of Leicester at a seminar in Europe, she was really fucking rude to me (and to everyone else as well) and just banged on about how she had known Ralph Miliband. I was told that she was a very difficult woman and that the Dept at Leicester was falling apart under her. I had no idea that there was Gwynne and Dafydd History there…

Prof Barbara Misztal: You might have known Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law but I met the Royal Lobotomist. How ironic that among your volumes are The Challenges of Vulnerability: In Search of Strategies for a Less Vulnerable Society (Palgrave 2011), Intellectuals and the Public Good. Creativity and Courage (Cambridge University Press, 2007), Trust in Modern Society (Polity 1996) and Social Theories of Remembering (Open University, 2003).

Prof Misztal was responsible for Action on AIDS (ed. with D. Moss), (Greenwood Press 1990). Gwynne forced them into sex work and thus the boys became infected Professor Babs, that is if they had not already become infected when they were being gang-raped by the STD-raddled social workers employed to staff the homes and their pals.

No wonder Lucille’s henchman in Gwynedd Social Services, Rob Evans, was a Leicester University social sciences graduate. See eg. ‘I Know Nuzzing…’

Norbert retired in 1962, but continued to teach graduate students in Leicester until the mid-1970s. Among subsequently famous sociologists whom Neustadt and Elias appointed as colleagues at Leicester were John H. Goldthorpe (famous for the affluent worker publications), Anthony Giddens, Martin Albrow, Sheila Allen, Joe and Olive Banks, Richard Brown, Mary McIntosh, Nicos Mouzelis and Sami Zubaida and Keith Hopkins.

Keith Hopkins was subsequently Professor of Ancient History at Cambridge. His appointment to teach sociology in Leicester ‘is one sign of the very broad conception Elias and Neustadt had of the discipline of sociology’. Or of what can be achieved if one worked at Leicester with the ring, Barnett and Greville Janner etc.

‘I’ll have a Chair in Ancient History at Cambridge please… and my wife will have a cushy number as well. We’ve been working with Norbert Elias at Leicester for the last few years…’

‘Mind how you go Professor Hopkins/John Goldethorpe/Barbara Misztal…’

Students in Norbert’s Dep’t included John Eldridge, Chris Bryant, Chris Rojek, Paul Hirst, Graeme Salaman and Bryan Wilson. From 1962 to 1964, Elias taught as Professor of Sociology at the University of Ghana, near Accra. After his return to Europe in 1965, Norbert spent much time as visiting Professor in various German and Dutch universities and from 1978 based himself in Amsterdam. Dafydd’s Gang were taking kids in care to Amsterdam at the time.

Norbert’s reputation and popularity grew immensely after the republication of The Civilising Process in 1969, the year after John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community. From 1978 to 1984 Norbert worked at the Center for Interdisciplinary Research at the University of Beilefeld from which he received an honorary doctorate in 1980. Elias was the first ever laureate of both the Theodor W. Adorno Prize (1977) and the European Amalfi Prize for Sociology and Social Sciences (1987). In 1986 the Große Verdienstkreuz of the German Federal Republic was awarded to him, and on his 90th birthday Norbert was appointed Commander in the Order of Orange-Nassau by the Dutch Queen. As opposed to England’s Queen.

By 1998, after which the former kids in care in north Wales had given evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry and been denounced as Lying To Get Compensation, an International Sociological Association worldwide survey of sociologists ranked Norbert’s “On the Process of Civilization” (the revised later title) seventh among the most important books in sociology in the 20th century.

In 1990 Norbert collected himself the Nonino prize for a ‘Maestro del nostro tempo’ in Italy. Perry’s father-in-law Lord Lambton was living in Italy by then.

Outside his sociological work Norbert always also wrote poetry, as did so many others, including Candida’s dad John Betjemen and Dafydd’s boss at the Maudsley, Bob Hobson (see post ‘The Mentor’). The most famous Gang Poet was of course Welsh Top Doc Dannie Abse, who’s brother Leo was one of the principal movers and shakers behind the Westminster Paedophile Ring and a close mate of George Thomas. Leo was a bent lawyer who admitted bribing and threatening people who had complained of George Thomas assaulting them. Dannie and Leo’s brother was Wilfred Abse, a psychiatrist colleague of Foulkes, Gwynne et al who emigrated to the US in the 1960s. See ‘O Jones, O Jones’.

Elias died at his home in Amsterdam on 1 August 1990. In September 2017, a bridge in the Vondelpark, not too far from where he lived, was named after him. In Almere city, a street in the ‘sustainable’ sociologists’ quarter also bears his name.

It is said that ‘due to historical circumstances, Elias had long remained a marginal author, until being rediscovered by a new generation of scholars in the 1970s, when he eventually became one of the most influential sociologists in the history of the field’.

I need to find out more; could Norbert’s sudden rise have been anything to do with the expansion and development of that ring in Leicester becoming a vital component of the international trafficking ring? Marginalised writers did well whenever the Gang needed good PR, it’s how Welsh minority sport Kate Roberts was rediscovered in the early 1990s (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

Kate Roberts was mates with Welsh psychiatrist Ernest Jones, Foulkes’s friend. Ernest Jones was mates with Gwynne – as was Kate Roberts, who was also mates with Dafydd – and distinguished himself by carrying out abdominal surgery on his new wife, in her parents’ sitting room in south Wales and killing her. Ernest lied about the cause of his wife’s death, but no-one asked any questions, with him being a Top Doctor and the Top Doctor who introduced Freud’s work to the UK and a mate of the Bloomsbury Set etc. His wife was a silly little Welsh Nonconformist who had begun to bore Ernest anyway. He remarried and his second wife lasted much longer. See previous posts…

‘Now Don’t You Worry My Dear, We’ll Look After You.’

Ernest Jones FRCP MRCS
Born	(1879-01-01)1 January 1879 Gowerton, Wales
Died	11 February 1958(1958-02-11) (aged 79) London, England
Nationality	Welsh
Alma mater	University College London
Spouse(s)	Morfydd Llwyn Owen (m. 1917; died 1918) Katharina Jokl (m. 1919)
Scientific career
Fields	Neurology psychiatry psychoanalysis

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Alfred Ernest Jones was a lifelong friend and colleague of Sigmund Freud from their first meeting in 1908; Ernest became Freud’s official biographer. Jones was the first English-speaking practitioner of psychoanalysis and became its leading exponent in the English-speaking world. Ernest Jones was President of both the International Psychoanalytical Association and the British Psycho-Analytical Society in the 1920s and 1930s.

As well as the bad PR that resulted from him killing his new wife during the DIY surgery session, Ernest had to fend off a few concerns pertaining to his conduct with female patients, as well as a few other women.

When D.G.E. Wood enlisted Brown’s help in persuading me to see Gwynne the Lobotomist, Wood told Brown that Gwynne was ‘a competent psychotherapist who had enjoyed considerable success’. The great thing about Dafydd and Gwynne was that they were all things to all people: Wood told other people that Gwynne was excellent re his use of psychopharmaceuticals; Dafydd, while Gwynne was lobotomising, became a Laingian. Bryn Golau Ward was a ‘psychotherapeutic community’ when Dafydd was on the blower to St George’s/Springfield. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team were followers of Thomas Szasz. And Dafydd of course was Europe’s Leading Forensic Psychiatrist and in the words of Rob Evans (Lucille’s henchman and a Leicester University social sciences graduate) when Rob gave evidence at the Waterhouse Inquiry, the community mental health services in north Wales ‘were probably the best in Europe’.

It was rather a case of Peter Crook’s ‘biased judge’ spoof with the judge stating that Mr Thrope, ‘one of the prettiest, most distinguished politicians’ could have been ‘President Of The World’…

Norbert Elias’s work 1939 work On the Process of Civilisation was virtually ignored until its republication in 1969. The first volume traces the historical developments of the European habitus, or “second nature,” the particular individual psychic structures molded by social attitudes. The concept was further developed by Pierre Bourdieu, the radical French sociologist who grew up in the Bearn near the Pyrenees. The Bearn has similarities to Wales, being a rural region with a rather different ‘culture’ to the rest of France and it’s own dialect (language) and was for years rather sneered at by the more dominant culture prevailing in the rest of France. A previous post discussed this, as well as Alexander Bearn, an American academic, a Top Doctor, who traced his roots to the Bearn when Brown and I began publishing on Bourdieu. As with Wales, because the Bearn was small and poor, people who grew up there emigrated across the globe, some of them becoming very powerful…

One of Pierre Bourdieu’s students was Loic Wacquant, who became a famous radical sociologist. Loic now works at the University of California, Berkeley. Loic knows about that Gang, because I met Loic at a few conferences, he was very pleasant and chatty and then I wrote to him about the abuses of mental health patients in the UK. Loic told me that it was a disgrace, I should publish.

So I have Loic!

Loic, I need to warn you that my e mails were at the time being hacked by Tony Blair and Rupert Murdoch. I’m sorry, I had no idea. So if anything untoward has happened to you…

Dafydd’s mate Prof Robert Bluglass for years had a second home near the Bearn.

Norbert Elias’s seminal work in the sociology of sport was written with Eric Dunning and published in 1986. Eric Dunning is an Emeritus Prof at Leicester who recently published a volume on Norbert Elias with Prof Jason Hughes, who completed his own PhD at Leicester University and is Head of the School of Media, Communication and Sociology at Leicester University, a school formed by the 2016 merger of the Department of Sociology and the Department of Media & Communication.

Jason previously worked at Brunel University and is still part of a research network with Brunel. Brunel hosted Prof Peter Beresford and his Centre for Citizen Participation. Peter is a former star of this blog; Peter advertised himself in ‘The Guardian’ as being the Only Professor Who Is An Out Service User and was Miranda’s man on the ground for promoting the idiocy that is Service User Involvement. I used to receive angry e mails from one of Peter’s friends telling me that I should realise that Peter Could Help Me and why was I not part of the Service Users Movement?

Answer: Because it is a huge scam designed to conceal patient abuse and serious crime. Peter Beresford knows this, he and his wife are former social workers…

Peter was so angry with me that he made efforts to ensure that Brown and I didn’t obtain research funding for our work with Empowered Service Users…

Peter moved on from Brunel after successfully suing them for disability discrimination on the grounds that he had to work some evenings.

That will have stopped any other universities from employing Empowered Service Users as Professors…

Bielefeld University’s ‘Center for Sociology of Development’ in 1984 invited Norbert Elias to preside over a gathering of a host of his internationally distinguished fellows who in turn wanted to review and discuss Elias’s theories on civilising processes in person. In the same year, Elias established the Norbert Elias Foundation to administer his legacy after his death. The current members of the board of the foundation are Johan Goudsblom (Amsterdam), Hermann Korte (Münster) and Stephen Mennell (Dublin).

1986 was a good year for Norbert then. It wasn’t so good for Ollie Brooke, he was arrested and jailed.

Until he retired from the University of Leicester in 1962, Elias had published only one book, Über den Prozess der Zivilisation and no more than a handful of articles. By the time of his death in 1990, Norbert had published 15 books and something approaching 150 essays.

Prof Barbara’s office is in Leicester University’s Attenborough Tower.

Richard Hoggart was an expert witness at the Lady Chatterley trial in 1960 and his argument as a witness at the trial is sometimes viewed as having had a decisive influence on the outcome. Previous posts have discussed the Lady Chatterley trial and the associates of the Gang who acted for both sides.

While Professor of English at Birmingham University, 1962-73, Richard Hoggart founded the Centre for Contemporary Cultural Studies in 1964 and was its Director until 1969. My post ‘Life In Cold Blood’ discussed how Brown applied to do his PhD at the CCCS (for 1984 entry) but was rejected despite being a seemingly much stronger candidate than some of those who were accepted. We thought nothing more of this at the time than competition is very intense, the others must have had the edge on Brown in ways that we did not realise. After I began the blog I received info telling me that those on the left networked to the Gang – Eric Hobsbawm et al – sent out the order that Brown Must Not Pass. Hobsbawm et al were mates with Prof Stuart Hall, the Saint and Guru who was Director of the CCCS after Hoggart stepped down.

The CCCS crowd knew Guy Cumberbatch who had been Brown’s tutor at Aston, stayed at our house on Anglesey and had a vested interest in Brown never being in a position to be listened to if he went public on north Wales: Guy had for years worked at Leicester University and he lived in Leicester. He knew about the ring there that was linked to the Gang and how many people’s careers depended upon it. Instead Guy et al steered Brown towards doing his PhD at Leicester University, on the turf of the Gang’s network, in a Dept and with a supervisor who provided no support or supervision, not even a shared desk in a shared office.

Hoggart was Assistant Director-General of UNESCO (1971–1975) and Warden of Goldmiths, University of London, 1976–84, after which he retired from formal academic life. The ‘Main Building’ at Goldsmiths has now been renamed the ‘Richard Hoggart Building’ in tribute to his contributions to the college.

Hoggart as well as Stuart Hall was still calling the shots when Brown applied to the CCCS. Not only did Brown have to contend with the best laid plans of Guy et al, but Brown’s CV showed an address in 1979 not a million miles away from Mr Thrope’s home ground and of course a current address on Anglesey.

The CCCS has produced some of the biggest names in radical sociology/cultural theory, who allegedly know no boundaries. Much of the work is excellent, but it wasn’t true that they were not afraid to tread anywhere. Stuart Hall’s own work was often concerned with race; Hall made history by being the first Jamaican Prof in a UK university; Hall wrote ‘It Ain’t Half Racist Mum’ as well as ‘Policing The Crisis’ and other classics. Angela McRobbie, now a Prof at Goldsmith’s, completed her PhD at the CCCS, ‘Jackie, A Study Of Adolescent Femininity’ which I read when I was 20 and I loved it.  However I and my friends used to observe that magazines like ‘Jackie’ would have had girls writing in with real problems, not just the trivia that was published on the ‘Cathy and Claire’ problem page. Years later, ruthless media Glenda Nina Myskow, the then Editor of ‘Jackie’, admitted that they had letters from girls who had been raped, were being molested, the lot. The letters were ignored.

Jackie’s heyday was in the 1970s when some of the stars who featured most in the publication and/or their managers, were part of the organised abuse linked to the Gang and their network. Angela McRobbie wasn’t an idiot, she would have known of that underbelly and the powerful commercial interests that ‘Jackie’ helped drive…

Nina progressed onto jobs with ‘The Sun’ and the News Of The Screws’.

Richard Hoggart was a member of numerous public bodies and committees, including the Albermarle Committee on Youth Services (1958–1960), the Pilkington Committee on Broadcasting (1960–1962), the Arts Council of Great Britain (1976–1981) and the Statesman and Nation Publishing Company Ltd (1977–1981). Hoggart was also Chairman of the Advisory Council for Adult and Continuing Education (1977–1983) and the Broadcasting Research Unit (1981–1991), as well as a Governor of the Royal Shakespeare Company, 1962–88.

My post ‘Sex, Lies and No Democracy’ discussed Dame Vivien Duffield, very rich philanthropist who bankrolled many causes and was central to the RSC for years. Dame Viv’s father Sir Charles Clore was also a very rich philanthropist – Dame Viv inherited her dosh from Sir Charles – who was a client of Christine Keeler. Sir Charles established the charitable Clore Foundation; it was the Clore Foundation that funded Lady Ann Beloff-Chain – a biochemist who, along with her family, was networked into Ioan Bowen-Rees, ‘The Observer’, Cherie and Miranda as well as the Gang – to establish a Dept of Biochemistry at Thatch’s favourite HE institution, the University of Buckingham. See previous posts. Dame Viv’s husband John Duffield was a financier who’s father was a Top Doc, a psychiatrist, connected to the Gang; Dame Viv was the long-term mistress of Sir Jocelyn Stevens, who owned the Express for many years. See previous posts.

daily express – city links – check dates etc – Check the earlier post – as well as peter walker – Edward du cann – nigel Lawson links

Richard Hoggart in later life suffered from dementia. He died on 10 April 2014 at the age of 95, three months after his son Simon. Richard was survived by his daughter Nicola and his other son ‘The Times’ TV critic Paul Hoggart.

Amy – Sussex network? – Bloomsbury country as well as this lot

Fatty’s mother Mary Soames, Baroness Soames, (néeSpencer-Churchill; 15 September 1922-31 May 2014) was the youngest of the five children of Winston Churchill and his wife, Clementine. Mary Spencer-Churchill was born and brought up at Chartwell, and educated at the Manor House at Limpsfield. She worked for the Red Cross and the Women’s Voluntary Service, 1939-41 and joined the ATS in 1941. Mary also accompanied her father as aide-de-camp on several of his overseas journeys, including his post-VE trip to Potsdam, where he met Harry S. Truman and Joseph Stalin.

At the 1945 Potsdam Conference:

Jolly Joe Stalin, who was, like General Pinochet decades later, a Good Friend To Britain:

Eric Hobsbawm, friend of Sir Clough and one of the Welsh Bloomsbury Set who kept a second home at Croesor throughout the Gwynne and Dafydd years, maintained throughout his whole life that Stalin Was Worth It, even after the extent of the suffering of the millions of people who Weren’t Worth It and Didn’t Matter had become evident. See previous posts.

Eric was friends with Uncle Harry’s brother-in-law. In the early hours of 1 October 2012, Eric Hobsbawm died in his mid-90s at the Royal Free Hospital, an institution run by the Gang’s network.

Eric’s daughter Julia confirmed that he died of pneumonia, while suffering complications of his leukaemia. Julia said:

He’d been quietly fighting leukemia for a number of years without fuss or fanfare. Right up until the end he was keeping up what he did best, he was keeping up with current affairs, there was a stack of newspapers by his bed.

Eric received excellent care in the Royal Free, the Top Docs and Angels even ensured that Eric had his favourite broadsheets delivered to his bedside daily, no being dumped on a bed naked with his water out of reach and left to die without pain relief for Gwynne and Stalin’s pal.

My father died of pneumonia after living with leukaemia for years, just like Eric! In Musgrove Park Hospital Taunton. Father lasted far longer than the Top Docs expected him to; he was originally thought to be at the very end some years before he died and I was told to get ready to go down to Taunton if someone phoned me. Well I wanted to, but I was sectioned in the locked ward of the Hergest Unit. The Angels told me that if father died I could attend his funeral but I would have to be handcuffed to a police officer no less if I did choose to go. I had not been charged with any offence at that point, but I was Known To Be Dangerous, as Assessed By Top Docs. The Angels also removed my mobile phone and locked it in a safe in their office, so if someone did try to ring me, the call would not have been answered. I explained clearly to the Angels why I wanted that phone at hand. They still kept it locked it in their safe. Because I had rung the police the day before. Indeed I had, I had been violently assaulted and injured by four Angels. The police refused to attend. I then asked the Senior Angel to report the matter to the police. They refused.

I was kept on the locked ward – the ward phone was disconnected every time that I tried to ring friends to report the assault – until the day after my injuries had healed. I was then discharged. As I left the hospital, I was told that the police wanted to interview me about Serious Offences, so I might as well stay. I left anyway and hitch-hiked home, not having any money for public transport. Within an hour of arriving home, I was arrested and taken to Caernarfon Police Station, having been accused of threatening to kill Alun Davies, the manager of the Hergest Unit.

When Davies rang the police demanding my arrest, he was in a meeting with Jane Hutt and her officials at the Welsh Assembly. Hutt was Health Minister at the time. Davies only accused me of threatening to kill him after he had rung the police eight or nine time demanding that I be arrested after I had told his secretary, over the phone, that Davies was a fat idiot. The police flatly refused to arrest me, so Davies rang back and maintained that I’d threatened to murder him. I was arrested and charged.

The charge of threatening to kill was withdrawn on the first day of the trial, more than a year after my arrest after my case had circulated around the Courts, after constant delays and adjournments.

None of this extended NHS-elicited horror was ever investigated. People gave witness statements in support of me, we produced evidence of conspiracy and perjury yet there was no investigation. Just lies, denials, refusal to communicate with me and obstacles placed in the path of my lawyers. The Mental Health Act Commission, GMC, NMC, Community Health Council, NW Wales NHS Trust, the Welsh Assembly, the North Wales Police, the Ombudsman and the Wales Office all refused to investigate.

The GMC, NMC and Ombudsman’s office were personally rude to me over the phone. The NMC were kind enough to tell me that the evidence relating to the Angels would be ‘destroyed after their names have been cleared’; the MHAC ‘lost the paperwork’; the North Wales Police made two appointments to meet me and on each occasion left the station when I arrived, stating that they had been called away to an urgent matter; and the GMC refused to investigate and at a later date were found to be in possession of a forged letter purporting to be from me about the matter that made me sound like a nutter (see post ‘The General Medical Council and Yet Another Forged Document’).

Keith Thomson, the Chief Exec of the NW Wales NHS Trust, declared me to be a ‘vexatious complainant’ and used NHS Guidelines to refuse to ever investigate any complaint of mine again; Peter Hain, the Secretary State for Wales, didn’t acknowledge my correspondence about the matter.

Blunkett was Home Secretary throughout these events.

The Lord Chancellor was Lord Derry of the Expensive Wallpaper and then Charlie Falconer. Derry was Miranda’s old pupil master, as well as George Carman. Charlie Falconer shared a flat with Miranda when they were junior barristers living in Wandsworth. When Wandsworth County Council were facilitating the huge ring across south London, in collaboration with St George’s Hospital Medical School and Dafydd’s Gang in north Wales. See eg. ‘Lord Snooty The Third’.

In March 1997, three months after the Waterhouse Inquiry had opened, Ronnie Waterhouse suddenly announced that he was in need of a holiday and suspended the Inquiry. Ronnie popped over to Hong Kong to visit his son Thomas, who was working as a banker in Hong Kong at the time. See post ‘Mr Thomas Waterhouse – An Apology’. While in Hong Kong, Ronnie bumped into Derry Irvine who also just happened to be hanging around in Hong Kong at the time. They met for a meal and a chat and the Ronnie returned to the UK and resumed the Inquiry.

While the Waterhouse Inquiry was suspended, on 24 April 1997 Peter Howarth died in HMP Wakefield. Heart attack. Just like John Smith! And Robin Cook. And Derek Fatchett. And so many others… I am only surprised that they didn’t all Commit Suicide By Hanging Themselves.

Now here’s an Interesting Fact. When I was first admitted to the Hergest Unit in the run up to the huge problems that resulted in me facing a possible seven year prison sentence, I was exchanging e mails with the Service User’s Champ Peter Beresford. He knew that I was in hospital and at that point, the Hergest staff were no problem at all. They were even asking me about the info that I had with me re postgraduate work. I rang Peter as well and he asked me what conditions at the Hergest Unit were like; I told him that they seemed to have got their act together, they were very nice. Days after my communications with Prof Beresford ended, I was transferred to the locked ward for no plausible reason where the atmosphere was totally different and the serious problems began.

Since I began this blog I have been told that Peter Beresford may well have been part of the set-up, being Miranda’s cover for the abuses that were so rife in north Wales. I could hardly believe that when it was first suggested but a number of matters have been drawn to my attention… Little wonder that Peter, after receiving e mails from me reassuring him re the Hergest Unit, found his position as Official Service Users Champ on a UK-wide basis consolidated. Had I gone to prison for threats to kill Alun Davies, the manager of the shambles that was Hergest and then tried to clear my name, I wonder if Peter’s e mails from me praising the Hergest Unit would have emerged? Miranda hacked my e mails…

Then Marion Janner, Daughter Of Greville, metamorphosed into a Mental Health Campaigner, paid a visit to north Wales and dished out an award for Excellence!

Here’s Lord Greville, with son Daniel, who has threatened to sue the arse off anyone who makes ‘allegations’ against his dad:

I have only just found out that Neil Moore, Principal Adviser to the DPP when the DPP, Alison Saunders, was considering whether to prosecute an elderly Greville, had previously worked in the same Chambers as Daniel. I have yet to find out who the four ‘medical experts’ were who testified that Greville was unfit to stand trial….

For more on Alison Saunders, see post ‘Sisters Are Indeed Doing It For Themselves’.

My father was unbelievably still alive after the threats to kill charges against me were withdrawn and on one occasion I went to see him in Musgrove Park Hospital, but didn’t warn anyone that I was going. I arrived during visiting hours and walked in, not having to give my name. I found father, naked on the bed, no painkillers. The first thing that he asked me was to get the sheets over him and to hand him the water; yes, it was indeed out of reach. After I’d sorted everything out, I noticed a little tete a tete taking place at the Angels’ station at the end of the ward. A smiling junior Doc arrived and cheerily said ‘Oh, you’re his daughter then? Is he more comfortable now?’

Well he was after I’d arrived unannounced and found out exactly what was happening on that ward.

The next day I visited again with a relative. An Angel tried to prevent us entering the ward. I asked her for the name of the Chief Exec. My relative asked me not to Make A Fuss or they’ll Take It Out On Him.

Ah the doctors they were wonderful. Don’t you dare say anything else bastards.

Quick, give them a pay rise! And forget about taxing them, our knackers are already gearing up for the hob-nailed boot… No, no, please, not the Top Doctors…

Father died alone in Musgrove Park Hospital. It was odd because although he was regularly reported by relatives as being in screaming agony with pain relief etc ‘not working’, after his death a relative was summoned who found his dead body in Showcase Conditions Of Care for a frail, elderly patient at the very end of his life. He was on a water-bed thing (for patients who have experienced serious weight loss) and I was told that for his last few days he had been attached to a drip with tranquillisers and pain relief, thus he was unaware of dying. It sounded to me like the Liverpool Care Pathway as invented by one of Dafydd’s Gang.

The LCP became very controversial and was eventually stopped after allegations that it was being used to exterminate elderly people. See post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’. It wasn’t designed to kill elderly people slowly and painfully by denying them all food and water, it was designed for patients like father, terminally ill, at the very end of their lives. So I thought at the time ‘They got it right in the end then’.

But of course, father died alone. He hadn’t had visitors for days. His body was found in conditions of NHS excellence only after he died. I was told that there was ‘even a Bible on the table, so they must have had a vicar there when he died’.

Previous posts have discussed the death of my close friend’s baby in 1999 as a result of breath-taking negligence on the part of Musgrove Park Hospital and Top Doctor ROBERT FOX, Remember The Name! They were the friends who had worked for the Royal Television Society and BBC who tangled with Michael Grade etc. Their baby died at about the time that Botney had an overwhelming urge to live at Durleigh.

After my friends’ media careers in the UK were ruined, they emigrated. They spent a few years travelling the world, but when my friend discovered that she was pregnant they went back to Somerset, because her parents wanted to be there for the baby. They purchased a cottage in the Quantocks. Those Quantocks that Botney had begun declaring were his most favourite place in the world. Except that Durleigh isn’t in the Quantocks, it is just down the road from all those people who knew me and my friend who had returned to the Quantocks, near where her family had farmed for generations…

My friend’s baby died just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report. When I finally obtained a copy of my medical files, I was astounded to find that Jackie Ehlen, the Senior Forensic Psychiatric Nurse, whom Tony Francis had insisted ‘manage my care’ after yet another (failed) attempt to have me imprisoned on the basis of an Angel’s perjury in 1996, had detailed the death of my friend’s baby…

See post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’ for an account of how Jackie Ehlen, Dr Sadie Francis and Dr Colin Flood all lied at the inquest on Dorothy Griffiths who was found dead on the psych ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd in the late 1980s after her parents refused to agree to Dorothy ever going to Denbigh again. The Coroner knew that they had lied but there were no questions asked.

Now here’s something for sceptical readers who might still be thinking ‘Well, things go wrong sometimes in healthcare, can this group of friends REALLY be sure that they are being targeted?’ Some seven years ago the father of the baby who died under the ‘care’ of Robert Fox in Taunton lost his own father. The family lived in Edinburgh and my friend’s father died in one of the main hospitals in Edinburgh. He was a well-known Scottish clergyman who was loathed by Thatch, being one of the Loony Left clergy who in the 1980s was involved with the World Council of Churches and such. My friend’s son who was at the time about nine years old – he was born in Scotland, because when the next baby was on the way after the baby who died at the hands of Fox, my friends didn’t dare risk another delivery in Somerset – told me of a terrible scene in Edinburgh as his grandpa was dying.

The Top Docs and Angels tried to prevent his grandpa from being given any water. From what my friend’s son told me it was LCP again; yet my friend’s dad was days away from death. I was told that he was conscious and begging for water. He had four middle-aged children who were all at the bedside with their own children; a row then broke out between the adults who refused to stand by and ignore the patient’s pleas for water and those who presumed that the Top Docs and Angels must have had a reason for denying him water. My friend who had been kicked out of the BBC all those years ago ignored the Top Docs and Angels and supplied his father with water. His son was so upset at witnessing his grandfather in such distress at the end of his life that he confronted the Top Docs and Angels. Questions were raised by the Top Docs about my friend’s son’s mental health. He has no mental health problems and never has had; he just didn’t like watching his granddad begging for water while Top Docs and Angels barked at his parents and aunties and uncles to ‘Not to give him any water’, as the Top Docs maintained he would die imminently. He didn’t, the attempt at death by thirst continued for several days.

Re Musgrove Park Hospital, Taunton; previous posts discussed the death of another friend’s father, a farmer who had been at school with my parents and who’s daughter knew what had happened to me in north Wales. Then there’s the other farmer’s daughter from a neighbouring village who went to school with us and who was a witness to serious criminality who for some years now has been in a nursing home in Somerset, completely paralysed, able to only move her eyes, after an operation ‘went wrong’. I think that the Top Docs of Bristol were responsible for that particular Accident Happening. She was a young mother, married to a local farmer’s son, who’s brother had knowledge of serious wrongdoing so her husband might have heard about it as well.

Previous posts eg. ‘Oliver’s Army’ and ‘A Charming, Uplifting Sound…’ discussed how during the late 1960s and 70s, the key facilitators of the Westminster Paedophile Ring at the London Hospital – Sir John Rogers Ellis and Profs Clifford Wilson and Anthony Jackson – were given responsibility for postgrad training of Docs across the London medical schools and arranged their training placements in hospitals across the south of England, as well as in the South West. Their contact in Taunton was Dr Brian Webb. Musgrove Park Hospital received med students and junior docs from the London hospitals. Junior docs playing ball could look forward to a wonderful career, those who didn’t were shafted.

Dr Phil Hammond, the ‘Private Eye’ medical correspondent, media doc and comedian, trained in London and then worked in Taunton. Dr Phil I think now works in the Bath area.

Earlier posts discussed how my grandfather hit the roof after discovering a prostitution racket in the Nuffield Hospital in Taunton in the 1970s. He phoned the police, the Top Docs denounced him as having Lost His Marbles and my relatives were phoned to ask to take him home, although the Nuffield refused to reimburse the dosh that grandpa had paid in advance for his stay of I think two or three weeks. One relative was asked to sign a document agreeing that he was a nutter and that she was happy to take care of him. That relative had worked as an Angel in Taunton and Bridgwater during the 1950s and once grandpa was home explained that of course no-one thought that he was nuts, that racket had been going on when she was nursing, but she had to sign or he’d have been certified – as the procedure was then – and that would have been the end for him. A great many other rackets were taking place in the Somerset NHS at the same time.

It has been brought to my attention that Stuart the paedophile spotter for Dafydd’s Gang gained a job as a farm worker on our neighbour Paul Triggol’s farm and moved into Paul’s tied cottage just around the corner from our house shortly after that row re the Nuffield. See post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

This blog is going to get very difficult for the Top Doctors soon, I do hope that they have invested in iron jock straps. Or being Top Docs, platinum ones. They could find themselves in much pain.

The grandfather of the girl with whom I went to school who is now completely paralysed, like my father and so many of that generation from those villages, knew John Biffen and Biffen’s family. Unlike most others, the  grandfather of the girl who ended up completely paralysed remained a lifelong friend of the Biffens, even when Biffen was in Thatch’s Cabinet. The John Biffen who I have been told orchestrated the Bridgwater end of the nightmare that unfolded for the people down there who stood by Brown and I after the Gang came after us or who were witnesses and might have Talked. See post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’

Biffen was a Director of the private London Clinic, who’s Top Docs were so helpful to patients with a great deal of money that the London Clinic was happy to operate on General Pinochet for his back problems. Pinochet did of course end up under house arrest at the London Clinic in Oct 1998 after the Spanish Gov’t obtained an international arrest warrant for his extradition. However, the Top Docs of the London Clinic were able to provide Expert Witnesses who were even native Spanish speakers like Pinochet, to ensure that – as with the Welsh Speaking Psychiatric Social Worker who arrived in Croesor in the late 1960s and banged up people with Gwynne and Dafydd after Assessing Them In Their First Language thus ticking all boxes (see post ‘Theatre Of The Absurd’) – poor old Pinochet definitely wasn’t fit to stand trial.

It was of course Dafydd himself who realised that the Language Rights of the victims of Bertrand Russell et al Had To Be Respected and thus demanded a Welsh Speaking Social Worker. When I was doing fieldwork in Croesor, I was told that the Welsh Speaking Social Worker was a good friend of Isabel Emmett’s husband. Isobel was a social anthropologist from Manchester University who married a local man from Croesor. I love Emmett’s work but she definitely knew about the Gang and what the purpose of the Welsh Speaking Social Worker was. Many of Isobel’s colleagues at Manchester were friends with Bertrand Russell and others who utilised the services of Dafydd and Gwynne or who were mates with them/protected them. See eg. ‘Vested Interests Or Common Pool?’

So the care taken by the London Clinic to ensure that General Pinochet was Assessed In His First Language By Top Docs Who Shared His First Language had a sort of familiar ring (so to speak) to it.

After receiving the Expert Evidence Jack Straw was happy to arrange for Pinochet to fly back to Chile in the sort of comfort to which he was accustomed.

Pinochet timed his visit to the London Clinic for Back Surgery well. He knew that the Spanish Gov’t were snapping at his heels and were after an international arrest warrant and would get it. After booking into the London Clinic, Pinochet visited his old mucker Thatch and they were photographed having tea on the terrace at Parliament. Thatch did her usual and banged on about Pinochet being a Good Friend To Britain. She threw a hissy fit when he was placed under arrest in the London Clinic a few days later.

After the London Clinic’s Experts declared Pinochet unfit for trial and Jack sent him home, the world’s media was fascinated to watch Pinochet’s plane touch down in Chile, Pinochet emerge in the wheelchair that had been required since he was arrested, spot his family waiting for him, get up out of his wheelchair, walk towards them with no problem and go home.

‘Private Eye’ commented on the Magic Wheelchair Of Pinochet. They should be marketed en masse for NHS use. Say Goodbye To Terminal Illness And Senile Dementia! Sit in the Magic Wheelchair Of Pinochet and experience a Medical Miracle!

After the London Clinic’s Experts’ assessment, Pinochet wasn’t arrested again. Well he was dying, Experts had said so. Except that Pinochet lived until Dec 2006, continued to hold public roles and didn’t even look ill for a very long time.

Jack Straw’s wife was a Civil Service mandarin who reached the  very top of the Dept of Health. Their daughter is now a Top Doc. Jack succeeded Babs Castle as the Labour MP for Blackburn. After graduating from Leeds University, Jack served as President of the NUS. He subsequently worked as Babs’s aide. Jack’s Journey also took him to Islington, where he served as Little Nell’s Deputy on the Housing Committee, of which Little Nell was Chair, while the paedophile ring raged in Islington children’s homes and continued to rage when little Nell was Leader of Islington Council. Little Nell was told but chose to ignore it. See previous posts.

Little Nell, after launching her Brave Battle Against Corbyn’s Anti-Semitism, a few days ago appeared in the media after having discovered a portrait of her ‘grandfather who fled from the Nazis’. Not that Little Nell knew who he was, her sister found the portrait, realised that it was their grandfather who had suffered under the Nazis and fled – yes they did suffer under the Nazis, but Little Nell didn’t, instead a great many people suffered under Little Nell – and alerted Little Nell, who immediately saw a PR opportunity.

Previous posts discussing Little Nell detailed her exit from Islington Borough Council in 1994 as the horrific reality became undeniable and Little Nell’s subsequent selection as the Labour candidate and then election as the Labour MP for Barking. Little Nell succeeded the previous MP for Barking, Jo Richardson, a ‘red-haired left wing firebrand’ of a similar variety to Barbara Castle, that other left wing fire-brand who banged on about helping women at the bottom of the social heap while colluding with the gangs of sex offenders who were assaulting them and their children. Jo and Barbara built Parliamentary careers out of it, the situation of the women whom they claimed to be working so hard for remained as dire as ever.

Jo Richardson died in office on 1 Feb 1994. Little Nell was elected as the MP for Barking on 9 June 1994. Matt Arnold, former Head of Bryn Estyn, died from that ‘unidentified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994…

Little Nell! You need to find some more pictures of family members who have Suffered and quickly! How about arranging for one of your Loved Ones to go missing in the Sahara and then you can shed Thatcheresque tears in public?

Previous posts have discussed an Empowered Service User in Gwynedd who has experienced even bigger problems with the Gang than I have. I don’t think that he has any idea at all that the Gang are acutely aware that he used to work as a youth worker in Islington and told a few people in north Wales what he witnessed Islington and Haringey Social Services doing to people and that he was a Labour activist and remembered Little Nell. He just cannot understand why what he describes as a ‘cartel of doctors’ are allowed to conduct themselves as they do. His experiences with the Gang have been so bad that last year he sent me his own collection of documents to publish if he is found dead.

Little Nell was elected as the MP for Barking after the death of John Smith on 12 May 1994 but before George Carman’s former pupil became Labour Party Leader on 21 July 1994, which was the day after Fatty Soames found himself a Minister in the MoD.

Jo Richardson spent her political career working with and remaining on excellent terms with some of those who were undoubtedly active in organised abuse and not merely turning a blind eye to it. I am reading Betty Boothroyd’s autobiography at present; she and Richardson were good mates and Betty’s biography includes photos of her and Richardson as young politicians holidaying in places that were only for the fortunate at the time.

Richardson was born in Newcastle in 1945 and  became Ian Mikardo’s secretary. Mikardo was an East End MP who was colluding with Dafydd and Gwynne’s partner ring in Mikardo’s constituency. Mikardo retired to Cheshire…

Richardson Co-ordinated the ‘Keep Left Group‘ and went on to become the secretary of the Tribune Group before co-ordinating the Victory for Socialism Campaign. In 1951 Richardson was elected to Hornsey Borough Council and became Mikardo’s full-time secretary and working partner in his business which involved trade with eastern Europe. Hornsey Borough Council later became notorious as hosting the Loony Left Councillors such as Jeremy Corbyn and by the time that Jezza and his mates had colonised such Councils, the organised abuse and serious crime spinning out from Islington was terrifying.

Although Jezza and his contemporaries are now held responsible for the excesses of Hornsey and other Councils, the collapse in ‘services’ and the profligate spending, Jezza et al replaced some truly awful, moribund corrupt old farts who had been in place years and were not interested in their constituents. I imagine that is why Jezza’s generation of young activists who were actually seen in the Borough, who knocked on doors and actually met local people were elected.

Richardson was seen as being on the hard left of the Labour Party. She was a member of the Socialist Campaign Group (see previous posts for details of those in this group, including Alice Mahon, a former Angel who blamed Dangerous Nutters when the gross abuses of Dafydd’s Gang were brought very directly to her attention in the 1990s), but resigned in 1988 in protest at Tony Benn‘s decision to challenge the Windbag for the leadership.

Richardson served as a member of the Shadow Cabinet. She ‘was a central figure of the feminist left and helped to expand women’s rights in Britain and was the head of a group of women MPs that supported the anti-pornography position. She was also a pro-choice campaigner.’

In that capacity Jo ignored the vicious criminal gang that ran north Wales, unlawfully denying women NHS terminations, abducting their babies and using just about anyone in the care of the state for porn – including child porn and bestiality – and sex work.

Richardson served as an Executive member of the NCCL while the Paedophile Information Exchange (PIE) was affiliated with NCCL. Richardson wrote to PIE journal Childhood Rights, supporting their campaign against corporal punishment. While PIE did dress up their activities in terms of children’s rights and contributed to debates re lowering the age of consent to 15, one didn’t have to dig too deep to come across leading PIE activists who openly stated that they wanted to have sex with three year olds, that three years olds would enjoy this and had the right to have sex with members of PIE. PIE’s agenda was not well-hidden.

Little Nell’s husband the lawyer Sir Henry Hodge was a leading figure in the NCCL during the PIE years. Sir Henry was one of the first solicitors to become a High Court judge when solicitors were enabled to do Judging.

Little Nell’s mate and fellow Islington Councillor:

Jo Richardson co-authored the pamphlets “Keep Left” (1947) and “Keeping Left” (1950) with Dick Crossman, Michael Foot and Ian Mikardo. Kings of the Westminster Swingers…

In 1985 KGB defector Oleg Gordievsky named Richardson and two other left-wing Labour MPs as confidential contacts of his embassy. What the KGB would ever want with a spineless dim hypocrite like Jo Richardson I cannot imagine. Did Mr Putin sit down and read ‘Cosmo’ with her?

Jo the Wimmin’s Champ Who’d Take On Anyone:

Jo’s Close Mate, A Game Old Bird, A Down To Earth Northern Lass. Just Like Thora Hird:

In Little Nell’s constituency, the Jo Richardson Community School has been named after Jo Of Untouchable Paedophiles In High Places.

How about the Sir Peter Morrison Sure Start Centre?

Jo Richardson succeeded Tom Driberg in the Barking seat in Feb 1974. Tom Driberg was known to be spy, a Westminster Swinger who caused much wailing and gnashing of teeth from all quarters, was friends with the Krays and a sexual partner of Ronnie Kray, sharing him with Lord Bob Boothby… Driberg was so excessive that one could only conclude that he set out to inflict GBH on the Labour Party. See previous posts.

Following Eric Hobsbawm’s death, reactions included praise for his “sheer academic productivity and prowess” and “tough reasoning” in ‘The Guardian’. Reacting to news of Hobsbawm’s death, Uncle Harry’s nephew Ed called him “an extraordinary historian, a man passionate about his politics”.

Eric’s ashes were in turd in Highgate Cemetery.

I used to visit Highgate Cemetery, it was the Famous Landmark near my friends’ house, my friends who went to Stirling University with Jack McConnell and found a lot of unpleasant things happening to them when the Gang came after me. It was when they were living at Archway near Highgate Cemetery that it became clear to my friends that someone had it in for them. After they signed the rental agreement and paid thousands for rent in advance, the ‘landlord’s agent’ – who wore a camel haired coat, black glasses and black leather gloves and looked indistinguishable from a TV gangster – began calling on them maintaining that they hadn’t paid their rent and were ‘squatters’. The bank provided evidence of the rent payment being transferred into the landlord’s account but that was just ignored. My mates received ever more serious threats, the ‘landlord’s agent’ followed me one day after I had been to visit them, their water was cut off, then their electricity and then rubble was dumped in their front room. They were given info suggesting that they might be victims of the notorious slum landlord and gangster Nicholas Hoogstraten.

My friends sought advice from the Islington Council’s harassment officer and were rehoused in Peckham in accommodation nearly as unsafe. Their door was bashed in within two weeks of them moving in and everything was stolen, they were threatened, an addict rammed their car, the GP accused them of Lying To Get Compensation, it was endless. Since I began the bloke I was told that it wasn’t just a consequence of living in disadvantaged parts of London, they were being targeted by the Gang.

See ‘The Turn Of The Screw’.

Uncle Harry’s nephew: I do understand Eric’s Commitment To The Cause and that the sexual assaults, the unlawful imprisonments, the abducted children, the lobotomies and even the murders of witnesses Were Worth It, because after many years of that we had a Labour Gov’t.

I mean, Hurrah for New Labour.

George Carman’s colleagues moved into No 10!

and subsequently on 27 June 2007, Eric and his daughter Julia found that they were Very Good Friends with a Labour PM.

In 1945, Fatty’s mum Mary was appointed an MBE, in recognition of meritorious military services.

Mary served many public organisations, such as the International Churchill Society, as a Patron; Church Army and Churchill Houses; and was Chair the  Royal National Theatre Board of Trustees, 1989-95. Mary was Patron of the National Benevolent Fund for the Aged.

In 1980, Lady Soames was promoted to DBE for her public service, particularly in  Rhodesia. One of Fatty’s mum’s notable public appearances came on 29 April 2002 when she dined with Brenda  at Buck House as part of the Golden Jubilee celebrations, alongside PM Miranda and the four surviving former PMs at the time, as well as several relatives of other deceased PMs, including Anthony Eden’s widow, the Countess of Avon.

There must have been a bit of an atmosphere at Brenda’s Celebration, because Brenda and the Edens loathed each other. There is evidence that the Royal Top Docs who ruined Eden’s health and then advised him to resign as PM because his health was so poor did this deliberately. Eden was replaced by Macmillan, a PM who get on much better with Brenda. Macmillan’s succession was the cause of much dissatisfaction on the part of many other senior Tories who maintained that more worthy candidates had been elbowed out to make way for Brenda’s Choice of PM. See previous posts.

Fatty’s mum was made a Lady Companion of the Order of the Garter (LG) on 23 April 2005 and was invested on 13 June at Windsor Castle.

On 31 May 2014, Lady Soames died at her home in London at the age of 91.

After the Sad Passing, Fatty led tributes to Lady Mary as a ”truly remarkable and extraordinary woman, who led a very distinguished life”.

Not really Fatty, your mum was simply given a series of public roles because of who her dad was and her Outstanding Literary Career was based on a biography that she wrote about her mother, who was famous because of who she married.

Six months after Fatty’s mum’s death, Sotheby’s London auctioned 255 items out of her collection on behalf of her heirs, including paintings by and memorabilia attached to her father, Winston S. Churchill. According to Sotheby’s, the sale “realised an outstanding total of £15,441,822, well above pre-sale expectations of £3.6-5.5 million.”

The tribute to Fatty’s mum that was published on BBC News online after her death included comments from Call Me Dave and Sam re what a pleasure it was to have known Mary.

Mary with Anthony Eden:

Fatty’s mum outlived Anthony Eden’s son Nick by decades; Nick Eden was known to be gay and died from AIDS in 1985. When the Gang went into meltdown in 1984 after I complained about Gwynne, Nick Eden was a Minister in the Dept of Energy under Secretary of State Peter Walker. Walker had been part of the Gang since his days in the Young Conservatives with David Hunt and Beata Brookes. Walker was their man in the City. Thatch put him at the Dept of Energy to use his knowledge of the ring to shaft the NUM and to neutralise Brown and me. Nick Eden transferred to the Dept of the Environment under Ronnie Waterhouse’s pal Secretary of State Patrick Jenkin on 11 Sept 1984. Eden resigned from Thatch’s Gov’t on 27 March 1985 (pretty much to the day when Tony Francis suddenly got inexplicably nasty with me and the War commenced), dying on 17 Aug 1985. See previous posts.

Mary Soames’s death was of course marked by an obituary in ‘The Guardian’. Here’s an extract:

…In 1989 Mary was appointed chairman of the board of trustees of the National Theatre. This was a political appointment, greeted without enthusiasm in thespian circles. The Soameses had not been theatre-goers and, during an early meeting Mary pushed a note to the NT’s director, Richard Eyre: “Who is Ian McKellen?”

He’s that Nancy Boy Mary. He’s famous and these days we can’t prosecute him or pack him off to be dosed with hormones until his gonads atrophy or lobotomised anymore, but he is doing a great job on the PR front now that so many of those kids from north Wales are dying of AIDS after being forced to have sex with Nick Eden and his mates for so many years… See previous posts for info on Sir Ian…

But she threw herself into the new task in a typically hands-on way, developing a keen interest in the theatre and Eyre found her an invaluable support.

Say it as often as possible, Mary Soames, CHURCHILL’S DAUGHTER you know, Oh Christ there’s a lot of these theatrical types contracting HIV… No problem, Sir William Mars-Jones is a leading light in the Garrick and that’s full of thespians as well as lawyers and judges and Sir William was in Footlights when he was at Cambridge…

At her farewell party in 1995, he said how much he would miss her “gossip, guidance, champagne, 7.45amphone calls, enthusiasm, wisdom and friendship”. She replied: “You go too far, but then you often do, dear Richard.”

Behind the scenes, she quietly maintained a concern for former members of the family’s staff

Because they could certainly tell a few tales if no-one kept an eye on them

and championed many public Churchill causes, not least the archives centre at Churchill College, Cambridge, where she was electedan honorary fellow. She was also an assiduous patron of the International Churchill Society – attending its gatherings and talking freely and informally with all who attended…

Can we presume that the running theme was the Greatness Of Churchill and his family and that their close association with the Royal Lobotomist was never mentioned?

Mary Soames married Fatty’s dad Christopher Soames in 1947. Arthur Christopher John Soames, Baron Soames, (12 October 1920-16 September 1987), was born in Penn, Buckinghamshire, the son of Captain Arthur Granville Soames (the brother of Olave Baden-Powell, wife of THE Baden-Powell of Scouting for Boys fame) by his marriage to Hope Mary Woodbine Parish. Christopher Soames parents divorced while he was a boy and his mother married as her second husband Charles Rhys (later 8th Baron Dynevor), by whom she had further children including Richard Rhys, 9th Baron Dynevor.

Christopher Soames was educated at West Downs School, Eton and Sandhurst. After military service during WW II, Soames served as the Assistant Military Attache in Paris. He was the Tory MP for Bedford, 1950-66 and served under PM Sir Anthony Eden as Under-Secretary of State for Air, 1955-57, under Secretary of State Nigel Birch aka Lord Rhyl. Lord Rhyl was the Tory MP for Flintshire (later renamed West Flintshire) and a good mate of Gwynne and Dafydd’s! When Lord Rhyl stepped down from the Commons, he ensured that the Westminster Swinger Sir Anthony Meyer, who was batting for Heseltine to become PM, succeeded him in the seat. Meyer utilised services provided by Gwynne and Dafydd. Meyer’s grandmother Adele had been a close friend of Bertrand Russell’s first wife. See post ‘International Women’s Day! Let’s Celebrate With Jane…’

Fatty’s dad Christopher then served under PM Harold Macmillan as Parliamentary and Financial Secretary to the Admiralty, 1957-58. Which puts Fatty’s dad at the scene of the John Vassall and Gay Spies in the Admiralty scandal, as well as Denzil Freeth’s activities, while Admiral Sir Alec Bingley held a very senior NATO role. Lord Denning’s brother Sir Norman was part of the Admiralty and Defence Intelligence Staff who served as Director of Naval Planning, 1945-56, before becoming Director of Naval Intelligence, 1960-64 and Deputy Chief of the Defence Staff for Intelligence, 1964-65. Neither must we forget Lord Mountbatten…

Geoffrey Chamberlain spent years in the RNVR during the 1950s,60s and 70s.

Fatty’s dad served in Eden’s and Macmillan’s Gov’t with Gwynne and Dafydd’s mates as well as Edward du Cann etc. See previous posts

In the 1955 Birthday Honours Fatty’s dad was invested as CBE and in 1958 he was admitted to the Privy Council. Fatty’s dad served under Macmillan as Secretary of State for War (outside the Cabinet), 1958-60 and then in the Cabinets of Macmillan and his successor Sir Alec Douglas-Home as Minister of Agriculture, Fisheries and Food, July 1960-64. Fatty’s dad was leading MAFF when Lord Kenyon et al were working closely with MAFF.

Between 1965 and 1966, Fatty’s dad was Shadow Foreign Secretary under Grocer Heath. He lost his Commons seat in 1966. In 1968 Harold Wilson appointed Fatty’s dad Ambassador to France in which role he served until 1972. During his tenure as Ambassador, Fatty’s dad was involved in the Feb 1969 “Soames affair“, following a private meeting between Fatty’s dad and French President Charles De Gaulle, the latter offering bilateral talks concerning partnership for Britain in a larger and looser European Union, the talks not involving other members. It was an offer the British Gov’t eventually refused and for a time the matter strained Franco-British relations. In 1972 Soames was subsequently made a Knight Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order (GCVO), a Knight Grand Cross of the Order of St Michael and St George (GCMG) and a Grand Officer of the French Legion d’Honneur.

Fatty’s dad was then a Vice-President of the European Commission, 1973-76.

Fatty’s dad was created a life peer on 19 April 1978 as Baron Soames.

In Nov 1978 Mr Thrope and his three co-accused appeared at Minehead Magistrates Court for their very first Court appearance. Lord Goodman, Harold Wilson’s crooked solicitor and fixer who ensured that Lord Bob Boothby’s Ugandan discussions with Ronnie Kray and Boothby’s involvement in serious organised crime, including that facilitated by Gwynne and Dafydd, never became a matter for the police (see previous posts), was advising Mr Thrope at that stage of Mr Thrope’s history-making legal victory. Mr Thrope was going for a belt-and-braces strategy, because Sir David Napley was also an advising solicitor and turned up at Minehead in his Rolls, just to remind the plebs who was in charge. George Carman was ready to strut his stuff at the Old Bailey…

Fatty’s dad served as the interim Governor of Southern Rhodesia, 1979-80, charged with administering the terms of the Lancaster House Agreement and overseeing the governmental transition of Southern Rhodesia into Zimbabwe. Don’t mention what Robert Mugabe did to the Matebele in the run up to the creation of Zimbabwe and him being installed as President. No-one did, but it was a sort of clue as to what Mugabe might do once he became President.

The obituaries for Fatty’s dad mention that Fatty’s mum and dad became ‘close to’ Mugabe and his first wife Sally. When Sally Mugabe became seriously ill with kidney problems among other things, Sally Mugabe was flown to St Mary’s Hospital Paddington, where she remained under a pseudonym until her death. Zimbabweans were told that Sally died in Harare, because Mugabe didn’t admit that the hospitals in Zimbabwe weren’t capable of treating Sally. Trumpers visited Sally in St Mary’s Hospital Paddington; Trumpers was a friend of Sally’s from their time in the UN. In her capacity as a lapdog for Brenda, Trumpers also greeted and received Robert Mugabe when he arrived in the UK for a state visit. Trumpers put her foot in it by discussing Sally, after Mugabe had begun his relationship with Gucci Grace. See post ’95 Glorious Years!’

From 1979 to 1981, Fatty’s dad was Lord President of the Council and Leader of the Lords under Thatch, concurrent with his duties in Rhodesia. The position of Lord President of the Council brought with it the role of visitor to UCNW. At UCNW the ring was in full swing and UCNW were accepting applications from students such as me who had unbeknown to us been targeted by Gang satellites when we were at school. I originally applied to do agriculture at UCNW; that Dept had huge problems the year that I applied. Mary Wynch, a former secretary in the Dept, had been illegally imprisoned by the Gang and had just got away from them and begun legal action. There was no support for Mary at all in any part of UCNW. Dafydd was calling the shots in the Dept of Psychology and Social Sciences was yet another Dept run by the Gang.

Lord Kenyon was in the process of being deposed as President of UCNW by the Gwerin who were holding a civil war; he was finally ousted in 1982 and replaced by William Mars-Jones. See ‘Meet The Gwerin!’

In 1980, Fatty’s dad was invested as a Companion of Honour. By which time Mr Thrope was safely off the hook, although trouble was looming in the form of Mary Wynch who had just begun litigation against Dafydd and the Gang…

Lord Christopher Soames and Mary Churchill had five children:

• Fatty, (b. 12 February 1948)
• The Hon. Emma Mary Soames (b. 6 September 1949) – Editor of Saga magazine.
• The Hon. Jeremy Bernard Soames (b. 25 May 1952)
• The Hon. Charlotte Clementine Soames, the Countess Peel (b. 17 July 1954), is married to The Earl Peel, the Lord Chamberlain
• The Hon. Rupert Christopher Soames (b. 18 May 1959).

Fatty’s dad died from pancreatitis, aged 66 on 16 Sept 1987. I’d look at the circumstances of that death if I was Fatty. Ollie Brooke had managed early release on appeal in May 1987 but his imprisonment had given the Gang a terrible shock and witnesses were being wiped out at enforcements brought in. I had only narrowly escaped the Gang’s attempt to frame and imprison me the previous month; Dafydd had tried to bribe me over the phone when Brown was listening in and Brown had written to Gwynedd Health Authority and we’d told Alwyn Jones, my solicitor in Bangor. Brown had also asked Alwyn if the lying bastards at Ysbyty Gwynedd who’d made statements to the police claiming that I’d attempted to stab a Top Doc could be done for perjury or at least wasting police time… No that wasn’t possible of course.

In Sept 1987 I began work at the CRC Labs in Nottingham University, another set-up by the Gang it transpired. The Gang went into overdrive because in that month, Brown appeared on Channel Four, on Gus MacDonald’s ‘Right To Reply’ programme. I was in the clutches of the Gang’s network in Leicester – I had moved in with Brown in May 1987 – because of a trivial charge that the Gang had brought against me when the effort to frame me for a serious offence imploded and had thus encountered Dr James Earp of Leicester who had been called upon to provide an Expert Report. See ‘An Expert From England…’

Tuppence had perjured himself in Court in July 1987 and bagged £500k in libel damages from the Daily Star, for which Tuppence went to prison years later. Lady Mary perjured herself as well in July 1987 but no-one mentioned that. Read all about it, as well as Tuppence’s many links with the Gang and how jokes that I made about a witness giving evidence against Tuppence in July 1987 in a letter to Gwynedd Health Authority was carefully underlined by an unknown hand in my post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’.

Peter Morrison was Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party, 10 Sept 1986-11 June 1987. Tuppence had resigned as Deputy Chairman after the tabloids first published the story about Tuppence and the sex worker, thus Peter Morrison took over the role.

The sex worker at the centre of Tuppence’s case died after a car accident some three weeks before she was due to give evidence at Tuppence’s trial for perjury in 2001. My housemate Anne Vernon was killed in a car crash caused by the Gang in April 1986.

Until approx. 2001, I was in contact with one of my old teachers from Bridgwater, Alun Calaminus. Since beginning this blog I have been told that he passed all info about me onto the Gang’s network, with which he and some of his family/friends seem to have been involved. See post ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way..’ Mr Calaminus lived neat Weston-Super-Mare, Tuppence’s home town when he was growing up.

Spot the difference:

Fatty Soames:

Can you see Fatty’s dad hidden in the picture?

Fatty’s brother Rupert is a barrel of laffs. Rupert Christopher Soames is the CEO of Serco. So that is why Serco, in spite of screwing up every contract for providing ‘services’ that it has ever been given, continues to bag yet more business. Just look at Serco’s record on those Immigration Detention Centres that it runs, it is shameful. Any other company would have been sued out of existence after the assaults, the deaths, the flagrant breaches of law…

If anyone knows which mover and shaker is responsible for Crapita continuing to be paid a fortune for buggering up in a Serco-esque scale, please let me know. Radio 4 have reported that British Army recruitment has collapsed since Crapita were given the contract. Who on earth thought that letting Crapita loose on recruiting for the Army would end in anything other than catastrophe? Can we give Crapita the contract for the BMA pay negotiations please, surely the Top Docs are worthy of benefiting from Crapita’s expertise now that Crapita have wrecked so many other lives of UK citizens.

Brown’s dad used to tell us that the British Army recruiters were always the sort of mad old Brigadier Bufton Tuftons who weren’t competent enough to be let loose on anything else. If Col Brown had not dropped dead during the Waterhouse Inquiry he would be alive to witness Crapita doing such a worse job.

Here’s Fatty’s brother, a chip off the old block but sporting Michael Grade-style braces:

Readers might remember the Military Fairies of Python fame:

Fatty’s brother was educated, like Fatty at St. Aubyns Preparatory School   and Eton. It must have been a nightmare for the other kids, Fatty major and Fatty minor on the premises. After Eton, Fatty minor wound up at Worcester College, Oxford. Merfyn’s old enemy Asa Briggs was elected a Fellow of Worcester College, Oxford, 1945-55) and served as Provost of Worcester College, 1976-91.

At Oxford, Fatty minor worked as a DJ at Annabel’s, as well as being elected to the Presidency of the Oxford Union.

Annabel’s was owned by Sir Jams who named the club after his mistress/wife Annabel. Sir Jams the father of Zac Of Richmond…

Upon graduation, Fatty minor was offered a position at GEC by the MD Arnold Weinstock. Fatty minor remained at GEC for 15 years, working in the company’s avionics and computing divisions and became MD of Avery Berkel, running the company’s UK, India, Asia and Africa operations.

After leaving GEC in 1997, Fatty minor joined the software company Misys as Chief Executive of its Midas-Kapiti division. He was promoted to Chief Executive of the Banking and Securities Division in June 2000.

Fatty minor left Misys after a disagreement with Misys founder Kevin Lomax on the company’s direction and was appointed Chief Executive of power hire group Aggreko in June 2003, replacing Philip Harrower who died when his car collided with a train in the US. LOOK UP

Accidents happen, as Fatty major told Di before an accident did indeed happen.

I’d be interested to know how Fatty major got away with the ‘accidents happen’ business, because when Patient F rang Dafydd in his MacGregor Persona – MacGregor was a gruff Scottish Top Doc who had been at Liverpool University with Dafydd and MacGregor’s cousin Macduff was gay and had fallen in love with Dafydd and liked Dafydd to wear his baby doll nightie ‘with nae panties’ when they met – and told Dafydd that ‘MacDuff’s coming down to see you Dafydd, it’s not a threat, it’s a warning’, Dafydd rang the police and maintained that I – not MacDuff, not MacGregor, not even F, but I – was a threat to his life yet again.

Furthermore MacDuff was then named in Dafydd’s 4 Nov 1994 injunction against me that Dafydd obtained from Liverpool High Court on the grounds that I presented a threat to Dafydd’s life. MacDuff didn’t exist, although when MacGregor first rang Dafydd, after reading that Dafydd had become Europe’s Leading Forensic Psychiatrist – in the Bangor and Anglesey Mail, although MacGregor and MacDuff’s practice, The Pink House, was in Queen’s Street, Edinburgh – Dafydd remembered MacGregor from Liverpool Medical School. They had shared a dorm together.

Dafydd became Europe’s Leading Forensic Psychiatrist in 1993, MacGregor got back in contact in that year and Therese, Dafydd’s Nanny who lived in Dafydd’s house with him, reassured MacGregor that Dafydd would be delighted to have a chat with him, as indeed Dafydd was. MacDuff fell in love with Dafydd soon afterwards.

Although Dafydd led such an eccentric existence that fictional gay Scotsmen who had fallen in love with him were discussed as living beings in Liverpool High Court as the result of an affidavit in which Dafydd perjured himself that was prepared by lawyers working for the MDU, Dafydd continued to work as a senior Top Doc and as an Expert Witness in cases involving serious crime. Dafydd ran the biggest drugs and alcohol charidee in Wales and he retained his Home Office licence enabling him to prescribe Class A drugs. I’m fairly sure that Dafydd was the only Top Doc in north Wales with such a licence. Dafydd continued holding Sex Therapy clinics and PTSD clinics. He owned and ran Ty Gwyn, a Unique Residential Facility For Forces Veterans in Llandudno. Ty Gwyn was a well-known scam and most of the Veterans were not Veterans, they were people who had committed serious offences who needed a helpful Expert Witness to testify that they were suffering From PTSD. See previous posts.

Dafydd also gave Expert Evidence to Parliament. On one such occasion in 2004, Dafydd submitted Expert Evidence to Tony Lloyd, Baron Lloyd of Berwick:

The Lord Lloyd of Berwick PC DL
Royal coat of arms of the United Kingdom
Lord of Appeal in Ordinary
In office 1 October 1993 – 31 December 1998
Monarch	Elizabeth II
Preceded by	Hugh, Lord Griffiths
Succeeded by	Nick, Lord Phillips of Worth Matravers
Personal details
Born	Anthony John Leslie Lloyd 9 May 1929 (age 90)
Spouse(s)	Jane Helen Violet Shelford (m. 1960)
Education	Eton College
Alma mater	Trinity College, Cambridge
Occupation	Judge
Profession	Law
Military service
Allegiance	United Kingdom
Branch/service	British Army
Years of service	1948–1953
Rank	Lieutenant
Unit	Coldstream Guards

Anthony John Leslie Lloyd, Baron Lloyd of Berwick (called Tony; born 9 May 1929) was the son of Edward John Boydell Lloyd and Leslie Johnston Fleming. Tony was educated at Eton and in Nov 1948 was commissioned into the Coldstream Guards. On 27 September 1949, Tony Lloyd transferred to the Regular Army Reserve of Officers as a second lieutenant with seniority from 1 January 1949; this ended his full-time military service. Lloyd relinquished his British Army commission in December 1953.

Lloyd studied law at Trinity College, Cambridge and was admitted to the Inner Temple as a barrister in 1955. Mr Thrope was admitted to Inner Temple in Feb 1954.

Mr Thrope with his wife Miriam:

Miriam was of course Mr Thrope’s second wife. Mr Thrope’s first wife, Caroline Allpass died after she lost control of her car in June 1970. No-one ever knew why Caroline crashed the car; she wasn’t known to be a dangerous driver, driving conditions were good, nothing was found to be faulty on with the vehicle and there were no other vehicles involved. There were no witnesses. After a period of being distraught in a well-publicised manner and having had a phallic symbol, designed by Sir Clough William-Ellis, erected in Caroline’s memory on Codden Hill, Bishop’s Tawton, Mr Thrope found love again with Marion Stein, the former wife of Brenda’s cousin the Earl of Harewood. As it transpired, Caroline’s death, 10 days after the General Election of June 1970 in which the Liberal Party polled badly and Mr Thrope nearly lost his seat, happened at a most politically convenient time for Mr Thrope.

But then accidents happen.

See previous posts for details of the sad death of Caroline and Mr Thrope’s subsequent marriage to Miriam.

I have only recently discovered that Mr Thrope’s sister Camilla – she married Enrique Ellinger and became Camilla Ellinger – died on 16 May 1974. It was recorded that Camilla killed herself; I have not found out details…

The three members of the Havers family who did so much to conceal organised abuse and the criminality of Dafydd and Gwynne – Sir Cecil, Lord Michael and Michael’s sister, Lord Elizabeth Butler-Sloss – were/are all members of Inner Temple. Previous posts discuss their collusion with and connections to the Gang in detail. Butler-Sloss shamelessly capitalised on her gender as a cover and it worked a treat when Butler-Sloss concealed the extent of the criminality of Dafydd’s partners in crime in the North East. See eg. ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’.

Tony Lloyd was a barrister and became a QC in 1967. In 1969 Lloyd was appointed Attorney-General to Carlo, serving until 1977. In 1978, Lloyd was appointed High Court Judge of  Queen’s Bench serving until 1983. In 1984 – the year of Hurricane Gwynne – Lloyd was appointed Lord Justice of Appeal, serving until 1993 and was also made a Privy Counsellor.

So was it Lord Lloyd, Carlo’s AG, who headhunted Eric Sunderland to replace Sir Charles Evans as Principal of UCNW as Brown and I refused to withdraw our complaint against Gwynne? Eric Sunderland’s Official Biography states that he was reluctant to leave Durham University, where he had spent 30 years concealing the ring in the North East, but he was somehow persuaded.

Was a Royal Command involved? I think we should be told.

On 1 October 1993, Tony Lloyd was appointed Lord of Appeal in Ordinary. I wrote to Michael Mansfield about the abuses of Gwynedd Social Services in the autumn of 1993; it will have been either September of October. Lloyd resigned as a Law Lord on 31 December 1998.

Lloyd was the leading judgment in the case of Page v Smith (1995).

In 1993 Tony Lloyd wrote a letter in support of Bishop Peter Ball, who was later convicted of child sexual abuse. Lloyd was Chair of the Special Committee on the proposed Speakership of the House of Lords.

In 1996, Tony Lloyd conducted a review of British laws against terrorism; his report, Inquiry Into Legislation Against Terrorism, was issued in October 1996. He is a former member of the Court of Ecclesiastical Causes Reserved. In 2005 Lord Lloyd became Chairman of the Parliamentary Ecclesiastical Committee which examines draft measures presented to it by the Legislative Committee of the General Synod of the Church of England. On 27 March 2015, Tony Lloyd retired from the House of Lords.

My post ‘Feet In Chains’ details the ‘evidence’ dated 18 March 2008 that Dafydd originally submitted to Tony Lloyd in 2004 when Lloyd was seeking evidence re Gulf War syndrome. Dafydd used the same ‘evidence; again in 2008 for Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee re provision of treatment for PTSD and cross border (ie. England-Wales) issues. Dafydd’s evidence is obviously nonsense; no-one could physically be undertaking the number of clinics and other work with ‘Veterans Suffering From PTSD’ that Dafydd claimed to be.

When Dafydd first presented the fiction to Tony Lloyd in 2004, I was mid-way through my PhD. During my PhD I received an e mail from an emissary of Dafydd’s that contained confidential information about me that could only have been passed on to this student by Dafydd or Tony Francis. When Dafydd recycled his fictional account of his PTSD work in 2008, Merfyn’s wife was dying at the hands of Dafydd’s mates at the Walton Centre and Gordon and his lackeys in No 10 were in hot pursuit of Merfyn’s jugular.

After reading Tony Lloyd’s CV, I don’t think we need to waste time wondering whether he Knew About Dafydd and Gwynne or not. Here’s the Command:

Feel free to leave a comment on the blog with any info re the death of my housemate Anne Vernon in April 1986 Lord L. Anne was a PhD student at UCNW when she was killed; Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW, you had served as Carlo’s AG and you were a High Court Judge as well. After Anne was killed by the Gang, her parents made a generous financial contribution to UCNW in her memory. In return, staff of UCNW told third parties that Anne and I were prostitutes. If we had been, there would have been far less trauma because I wouldn’t have been raising concerns about Gwynne and Dafydd.

See post ‘A Trail Of Blood’ for details of satellites of the Gang at Liverpool University who were party to the death and slander of Anne.

When appointed Lord of Appeal in Ordinary in 1993, Lloyd was raised to the Lords with the title Baron Lloyd of Berwick, of Ludlay in the County of East Sussex. Lloyd held the office of Deputy Lieutenant of East Sussex in 1983.

Here’s Gwynne’s mate (on the left of the photo) enjoying a drink with Sir John Birch, Director of AEGIS:

As a leading barrister, Tony Lloyd held several honorary posts at the Inner Temple: Bencher in 1976, Reader in 1998 and 1999 and Treasurer in 1999.

Obviously being a Lord, Gwynne’s mate Tony has a Coat of Arms:

In 1960, Tony Lloyd married Jane Helen Violet Shelford, the daughter of Cornelius William Shelford. Shelford’s son is William (“Bill”) Thomas Cornelius Shelford (aged 69) is a Deputy Lieutenant for East Sussex. Bill was the 2009/2010 High Sheriff of East Sussex. Bill Shelford was previously the Senior Partner of CMS Cameron McKenna and before that he was a specialist in Property Law. He is Chairman of Chailey Heritage School  and a Trustee of Chailey Heritage Foundation.

Shelford was educated at Eton and Christ Church, Oxford, where he studied Law. Shelford is married to Annette. An Annette Shelford works at the Natural History Museum in London, but she was born in 1971, so either Cornelius has married a much younger woman, or the Natural History Museum Annette is another family member.

See previous posts for more info on Ashley Brammall, ILEA etc.

Fatty minor left Aggreko in 2014.

Fatty minor was appointed OBE in the 2010 New Year Honours. That’s a bit of a booby prize Fatty minor, Michael Winner famously dismissed OBEs and MBEs as being the gongs that cleaning ladies pick up after decades of loyal service. OBEs and MBEs are the gongs of choice for the Westminster Paedophile Ring’s lackeys in Wales, as I have observed before on the blog. Dr D.G.E. Wood, Dr Peter Higson, Dr David Prichard, they all bagged one. Not the Ks for them. Savile and Cliff graduated onto a K after their initiation by OBE, but no, those toadies in Wales didn’t.

Even Prof Eric Sunderland didn’t pick up a K and Eric and Mrs S – not Lady S, just Mrs! – were most affronted. Mrs S observed to the wife of Ron Evans, the crooked Gwynedd County Council lawyer who Made The Ring Possible, that one really would have thought that after all that Eric had done…

You’re dead right there Mrs S, Eric relocated to UCNW from Durham University after the Gang BEGGED him to come and deal with the mess – which threatened to spiral out of control when I refused to withdraw my complaint about Gwynne and then Brown joined in as well – wrecked my career, people died, children were gang-raped, people went to prison after being fitted up for the most serious of offences, perjury and conspiracy took place on a truly impressive scale, yet Eric did not get a K!

My post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’ details a ‘memorandum’ submitted to Parliament’s Welsh Affairs Committee, that was prepared in March 2008 by ‘a group of retired people who have played a prominent role in the NHS and in public life in North Wales’ who maintain that ‘We are strictly non-political’. The memo is supposedly a contribution from the retired people to Parliamentary discussions on cross-border (ie. Wales-England) NHS services. The retired people express their outrage that patients from north Wales, in particular elective neurology/neurosurgery patients, should be referred to Swansea rather than the Walton Centre, Liverpool.

The name of every retired person who signed the memo is the name of a leading member of the Gang or a supporter of theirs in a High Place. When I wrote ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’ I believed that the only name on the memo who wasn’t a member of the Gang was that of Prof Sunderland; I had not realised at the time that Eric was the most heavily camouflaged member of the Gang and was one of their most effective members…

The retired people were gnashing their teeth because Edwina Hart, the then Health Minister, had wanted neurosurgery patients from north Wales to be treated in Swansea. The Gang member who broke cover and openly led the campaign by the retired people was Dafydd’s mate Prof Robert Owen, the retired Prof of Surgery at Liverpool who had orchestrated the 1989 cover-up in the wake of my complaint about Dafydd et at (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE…’). Robert Owen was identical to Eric Sunderland in that he did a really good impersonation of being a true gent, intelligent, honest and wanting to sort that Gang out while being one of their biggest allies. See post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’.

At the time I had presumed that Edwina’s plan was because the Walton Centre had actively slaughtered Merfyn’s wife and that had caused a bit of embarrassment. Merfyn’s wife died at the end of 2007 or in 2008; I’m sorry that previous posts have provided both dates; as with the death of Brown’s dad, I have in some posts got the exact date of Nerys’s death wrong as a result of the mass of info that I’m correlating. However the core of the matter was that Nerys died in the care of Dafydd’s mates at the Walton Centre (the same group of Top Docs had ensured that the Labour MP for Bootle, Michael Carr, died on 20 July 1990 after he pissed the Gang’s mates off, as discussed in ‘News From Sicily’) and before Nerys died, the Gang were boasting of what they would be doing to ‘get rid of’ Merfyn once Nerys was dead. I naively presumed that Edwina decided that this had to be stopped so it would be Swansea for neurology patients from north Wales. The BMA and Gang went apeshit, led a Get Rid Of Edwina Campaign and were telling patients in north Wales to write to their MPs/MEPs to complain about Edwina and demand their right to be treated in the killing fields of the Walton Centre/Liverpool.

I later discovered that although the Top Docs of the Gang simply wanted to ensure that they could continue to order the execution of anyone who crossed their path, Edwina wasn’t concerned about that, Edwina was indeed trying to shore up support in her neck of the woods in the Swansea area…

As ever, there was no-one defending patients’ interests.

MR Eric Sunderland:

Interested onlookers in north Wales, both supporters of and opponents of Eric, always wondered why Eric never received a K. I once quipped ‘Oh he must have really pissed off someone in a high place’ and this person, who had a wealth of knowledge but most people didn’t realise that, quietly said ‘Yes, he has’.

What could it have been? If Eric Sunderland ever quietly planted a bomb to destroy that Gang, please could someone let me know, because I cannot imagine what it was if he did. Eric was charm itself to me but he did me or other targets no favours at all, he was as far as I can see the most heavily camouflaged paedophiles’ friend in north Wales. I have been thinking about this a great deal in terms of Eric and his security service mates who were/are double dealing, in disguise and weaving webs of intrigue all over the place, but I can’t see why Eric pissed off anyone in high places.

Having said that, Eric gave Merfyn that Chair in History and Nerys was given her job as a research fellow and Hall Warden on Eric’s watch, that could have been quite enough to have blotted Eric’s copybook.

Anyway, at least Mrs S got that powder blue Porche she always wanted, even if she had to zoom around Beaumaris at the wheel as Mrs S not Lady S.

Do you hold your loyal servants in Wales in contempt Ma’am? Show us you care Ma’am, let’s have a K for Dafydd before he dies! There is a precedent after all:

In November 2010 Fatty minor gave a speech at Holyrood in which he warned, “In the UK, we are already close to the rocks, because, over the next 8 years a third of our coal-fired capacity, two-thirds of our oil-fired capacity, and nearly three-quarters of our nuclear capacity will be closed down either through age or the impact of the European Large Combustion Plant Directive. Absent a massive and immediate programme of building new power stations, with concrete being poured in the next two years, we will be in serious danger of the lights going out.”

It happened on Friday afternoon Fatty minor, most of the UK experienced a total power outage and it caused havoc, even though the new Hinkley is under construction after so much bribery and corruption to ensure that it happened. See post ‘He Was Looking At Me In A Funny Way…’

Fatty minor married Camilla Dunne, daughter of Sir Thomas Dunne, in 1988. They have three children: Arthur (1990), Daisy (1992), and Jack (1994). Jack Soames has endured the embarrassment of serving as a Page of Honour.

Previous posts eg. ‘He Was Looking At I In A Funny Way…’ discussed the Liberal MP John Pardoe and his wider family. John Pardoe’s brother Robin farmed in the village in which I lived as a teenager and as young adults Brown and I spent some of our holidays working on Robin’s farm. After graduating from Sussex University, Robin’s daughter Rachel became a social worker and psychotherapist and has held senior roles at the Tavistock and in the mental health services in Gwent and the Bristol area.

John Pardoe his seat in 1979, partly it was thought due to his unfailing support for Mr Thrope, even after Mr Thrope had been charged with conspiracy and incitement to kill. John Pardoe went back a long way with Mr Thrope. Pardoe was elected as the Liberal MP for North Cornwall in 1966-79; served as President of the Liberal Party, 1971-72 , as the Liberal Party Spokesman for the Treasury, 1970-79 and was Deputy Leader under Leader David Steel, 1976-79. Steel didn’t just know about Cyril Smith, he knew about Dafydd and Gwynne as well. Steel has always been given credit for his part in the 1967 Abortion Act yet he knew that even years after the Act was passed, all Top Docs in north Wales conspired to deny woman/girls NHS terminations under all circumstances, forcing them into the hands of the private abortionist in Chester – who was known to have put lives at risk – or into the hands of Dafydd, who admitted them to Denbigh in order to ‘assess’ them, after which they’d be denied an abortion anyway. See ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ and ‘It’s Bachman Turner Overdrive – Not Arf’.

The situation in north Wales until approx. 1990 meant that no-one on mainland Britain was in any position to level criticism at Ireland or N Ireland…

Not only did the boy David keep absolutely schtum while continuing to remind everyone of his leading role in the 1967 Abortion Act, but he then got into bed with Dr Death, a personal friend of the Gang and who had as a junior Doc at Tommy’s, before he was elected as the Labour MP for Plymouth Sutton in 1966, assisted in the dangerous experiments on psych patients – which killed some of them – carried out by the Dafydd of London, William Sargant. See post ‘Dr Death’.

Dr Death knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring when he was a med student/junior doc; Tommy’s is the hospital nearest to Parliament, there has always been a very warm relationship between the two institutions and much shagging of Tommy’s staff by Westminster and Whitehall figures. Tommy’s med students have traditionally been drawn from seriously posh – often titled – families and the consultants tend to be those with Harley Street clinics. Tommy’s has the best dirt on those in High Places. Dr Death was a Vauxhall Councillor before he became an MP; he’ll have known about the ring that was facilitated by all those south London Councillors.

After Jim Callaghan, as Home Secretary, did all that he could to assist George Thomas’s friend Leo Abse in Abse’s plans to rewrite the legislation re kids in care (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’), once Abse had everything in place and Labour returned to power when the Grocer lost the 1974 General Election, it was Dr Death who used his Private Members Bill to get the Children Act 1975 through Parliament. At every stage, that Act had been designed by politicians involved in organised abuse and the ‘experts’ that were Dafydd and Gwynne’s mates. The result was hundreds and hundreds of kids being handed over to Dafydd’s Gang in north Wales or the linked rings in Islington, Leicester, Yorkshire, the North East, Lambeth etc…

Before qualifying as a Top Doc at Tommy’s, Dr Death studied at Sidney Sussex College, Cambridge. Merfyn’s old foe Lord Asa Briggs of Using His Role In The Security Services To Conceal The Gang’s Crimes was a graduate of Sidney Sussex College. Asa was made an Honorary Fellow of Sidney Sussex College in 1968. Dr Death became an Honorary Fellow of Sidney Sussex College in 1977. Jim Callaghan was Home Secretary, 1967-70.

Merfyn pissed off Asa Briggs by staging that anti-Vietnam protest in 1968 when he was an undergrad at Sussex University when Asa – a friend of Harold Wilson’s who supported the Vietnam War – was VC of Sussex. Dr Death was a close friend of Peter Jay, who was married to Jim Callaghan’s daughter Margaret until they divorced in 1986. It was Dr Death who used his influence as Sunny Jim’s Foreign Secretary to bag Peter Jay the job of Ambassador to the US. Margaret Jay didn’t even have her affair with Carl Bernstein (who helped expose Watergate) until 1979, so Jim’s daughter was on excellent terms with Dr Death’s bestest friend when Jim was doing all that he could to ensure that a good supply of kids for trafficking purposes would be sent in the direction of Gwynne and Dafydd; while that was happening, Asa swore a terrible lifelong revenge on Merfyn for throwing red paint over the visiting US diplomat… See post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’.

For further gen on Dr Death’s puppet David Steel, see post ‘Man Of Steel’.

John Pardoe was succeeded in his seat by the Tory Sir Gerrard Anthony Neale (25 June 1941-28 October 2015). Neale was educated at Bedford School  an institution that has educated numerous people who subsequently worked for the British security services, including Paddy Pantsdown and Geraint Morgan QC, the MP for Denbigh, 1959-83, who embarked upon a career in politics in north Wales for no other reason than to protect Dafydd and Gwynne. See post ‘Cymro 007’.

It was at Bedford School that Neale claimed that he decided to become an MP. He stood as a local Conservative candidate for the newly created Council of Milton Keynes and became one of the new city’s first Councillors.

Neale left local politics shortly before the 1979 General Election to stand against John Pardoe in North Cornwall. Neale will have known that his chances of beating Pardoe were high. So I presume that in the way in which Paddy Pantsdown was despatched to the West Country by the security services in the wake of Mr Thrope’s activities but did nothing to stop the organised abuse and criminality, Gerrard Neale was sent on exactly the same mission.

Mr Thrope has blown the gaffe, let’s get down there and keep the lid on it all. On Brenda’s Secret Service.

Gerrard Neale picked up his K in 1990 as part of Thatch’s Resignation Honours. Neale held the seat until 1992, when he himself lost to the Lib Dem Paul Tyler.

Neale returned to his former career as a solicitor, but was struck off by the Law Society of England and Wales in 2002 after admitting allegations of involvement in fraudulent banking transactions. My posts about Will Edwards, the solicitor, Labour MP and ‘colourful character’ who represented the constituency containing the Welsh Bloomsbury Set, 1966-74, who was struck off in 1987 for doing things that he should not with clients’ money mention that at the time it seems every lawyer in north Wales was Of The Gang and thus Will must have been struck off for reasons of pissing the Gang off.

I have been told that Will’s career as a solicitor was ended because of something to do with my case.

I don’t know if the lawyers in the West Country were as bad as those in north Wales, but a previous post mentioned that I know that in the 1980s there was a solicitor in Pardoes in Bridgwater – Pardoes was quite a big family firm of solicitors in Bridgwater and Taunton – who was forging other people’s signatures on legal documents. I don’t know which solicitor in the practice it was.

Gerrard Neale was struck off in 2002, the year that the Gang put efforts once more into en masse bribery, corruption and perjury in an attempt to have me imprisoned and as part of the spin off, the manslaughter trial of someone who lived near Bridgwater was halted by Dame Heather Hallett and she ordered the jury to acquit… Heather Hallett shorty afterwards became a Lord Justice of Appeal. So I wonder why Gerrard was sacrificed?

Here’s the BBC’s account:

uesday, 8 October, 2002, 16:27 GMT 17:27 UK Former MP admits bank fraud Neale signed documents which were “particularly unusual” A former Cornish MP and solicitor has been struck off the Roll of Solicitors for dishonesty.Sir Gerrard Neale, who represented North Cornwall until 1992, admitted allegations of fraudulent banking at the Solicitors Disciplinary Tribunal in London. He was struck off the roll and ordered to pay just under £7,500 in costs. The tribunal heard the events he was involved with had “born all the hallmarks of a fraud”. ‘Unusual paperwork’ Neale, a former Minister of State for Trade, was acting as a consultant to a solicitors’ firm. He became involved in what the tribunal was told were “dubious” banking transactions. It was claimed he was paid for his work by the firm, but was also allowed to keep 80% of all fees generated. The tribunal heard Neale signed documents which he should have known were “particularly unusual”. Bankers drafts The paperwork included details of foreign banks that might or might not exist and no checks were made. Neale admitted five allegations relating to banking fraud. The allegations included authorising bankers drafts without authority and failing to protect money held on behalf of clients.

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Oh well poor old Gerrard’s knackers suffered while those of that solicitor in Pardoes in Bridgy didn’t.

In retirement Sir Gerrard lived in Ealing and wrote a novel: Squaring Circles (2011, Pearl Press). He also wrote songs. He died from cancer on 28 October 2015 at the age of 74.

After his death, Sir Gerrard’s family asked for donations to the Royal Marsden Hospital. Not so much a case of There’s one born every minute, as there’s one who dies every minute who’s relatives known realise what the Top Docs have been up to.

Sir Gerrard’s successor as MP for North Cornwall was the Lib Dem Paul Archer Tyler, Baron Tyler, (born 29 October 1941). He was educated at Sherborne School (as was John Pardoe) and Exeter College, Oxford.

In 1964 Tyler was elected Britain’s youngest County Councillor, and re-elected in 1967. He was Vice-Chairman of the Dartmoor National Park Committee and a member of the Devon and Cornwall Police Authority.

John Alderson was the Chief Constable of Devon and Cornwall, Nov 1973-May 1982 and was in receipt of all the good PR re community policing while havoc reigned as a result of Mr Thrope. Alderson wasn’t your plebeian plod, he was a barrister. A member of Middle Temple, like Ronnie Waterhouse; Alderson joined Middle Temple in 1956; Ronnie became a member in 1952. Greville Janner joined middle Temple in 1954.

Alderson grew up in Yorkshire, joined the West Riding Constabulary, attended the National Police College in 1954 and was promoted to Inspector in 1955 and Superintendent in 1960. In 1956 Alderson was a British Memorial Foundation Fellow in Australia. He attended the Senior Command Course at the Police College in 1963–1964 and was then appointed Deputy Chief Constable of Dorset.

Lucille’s side-kick social worker Rob Evans who worked as a senior manager for Gwynedd Social Services and presided over first the abuse of children and then the abuse of Empowered Service Users, was educated at Leicester University and subsequently landed a job as a Team Leader in Dorset before Rob came into his own at Gwynedd… See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’

In 1966, John Alderson transferred to the Met in London as Deputy Commander(Administration and Operations) and in 1967 became second-in-command of No.3 District (North-East London). In 1968 he became  Deputy Assistant Commissioner (Training) and in 1970 was seconded as Commandant of the National Police College. In 1973 Alderson returned to London as Assistant Commissioner “D” (Personnel and Training)  but remained in the post less than a year before being appointed  Chief Constable of Devon. At a time most convenient to Mr Thrope.

John Alderson became a Fellow Commoner of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge and a fellow of the Cambridge Institute of Criminology in 1982 and was also Gwilym Gibbon Research Fellow at Nuffield College, Oxford, 1982-83. Alderson was Visiting Professor of Police Studies at the Strathclyde University, 1983-89 and a research fellow at the Institute of Police and Criminological Studies at Portsmouth University, 1994-2000. Alderson returned to Australia in 1987 as Australian Commonwealth Fellow with the Australian Government.

Alderson served as a consultant on human rights to the Council of Europe from 1981 and was a member of the BBC General Advisory Council, 1971-78. He served on the Committee of the Royal Humane Society from 1973 to 1981 and was President of the Royal Life-Saving Society from 1974 to 1978.

Alderson was a member of the Liberal Party and stood for election in 1983 in a Devon constituency.

See previous posts for further details of John Alderson.

Tyler’s first Parliamentary candidacy was for Totnes at the 1966 General Election; Tyler first tried to get into the House as a Liberal when Mr Thrope was the Great Liberal Hope. Mr Thrope’s Ugandan discussions were known about in politics at the time, but everyone united in the face of Norman Scott’s allegations in one massive How Very Dare You. When Norman had a nervous breakdown, Mr Thrope kindly sent him in the direction of St George’s psychiatrist Desmond Curran, a specialist in Sexual Perversion. In terms of St George’s psychiatrists, Curran was the Founding Father of the sex abuse ring run from that institution. See previous posts.

Professor Desmond Pond was the ‘community psychiatrist’ who worked at the Maudsley when Bob Hobson and Dafydd attended the party. Pond was the first Prof of Psychiatry to be appointed at the London Hospital in 1966 as the ring at the London Hospital was expanding and organising. Pond pioneered reassuring disadvantaged East Enders that they could not look after their own kids as well as Dafydd’s Gang could. Pond retired to Torquay, Devon. See previous posts.

At the 1970 General Election,Tyler stood as the Liberal candidate in the Bodmin constituency, defending the seat held by the outgoing Liberal MP Peter Bessell. Tyler lost to the Tory candidate Robert Hicks.

Peter Bessell was Mr Thrope’s friend who testified that for years he passed on money to Norman from Mr Thrope because Mr Thrope’s activities had left Norman nearly destitute, that Mr Thrope had previously discussed the various ways in which Norman could be murdered and that killing Norman would simply be the equivalent of putting down a ‘sick dog’. The famously bent judge who presided over Mr Thrope’s trial, Joseph Cantley?? explained Peter Bessell’s evidence away just as he explained away the testimony of Andrew Newton that he had been paid £20k to kill Norman.

In the words of Peter Cook, Andrew Newton ‘the so-called hitman who couldn’t even carry out a simple murder plot without cocking the whole thing up’.

As Huw Daniel, John Roch, John Kay, Malcolm Pill, Ronnie Waterhouse and Heather Hallett would no doubt agree.

But that is entirely a matter for you.

What about Dafydd’s Private Life? That is not for us to pry…

At the Feb 1974 General Election, Tyler defeated Hicks by a majority of only nine votes. At the Oct 1974 General Election, Tyler increased his vote, but not sufficiently to withstand the swing and Hicks regained the seat with a majority of 665. Tyler stood again at the 1979 General Election, but Hicks was re-elected with a large majority.

Tyler contested the 1982 Beaconsfield by-election increasing the Alliance vote – Tyler et al had got together with Dr Death by then – and pushing the Labour candidate, MIRANDA, into third place.

So Miranda, what drew you to seats with histories of incumbents who were such good friends of Dafydd and Gwynne?

Tyler did not contest the General Elections in 1983 and 1987, but was David Steel‘s campaign organiser in 1983, and was subsequently elected Chairman of the Liberal Party 1983-86.

Tyler was appointed a CBE in Brenda’s 1985 Birthday Honours. By which time Brenda’s son Carlo had declared war on me, Brown and other friends of ours.

Tyler was Campaign Adviser to Steel, a member of the Alliance Planning Group 1986-87 and a member of the Campaign Team led by John Pardoe in the 1987 General Election. Although Pardoe left Parliament in 1979, he was the campaign manager for the SDP-Liberal Alliance in the 1987 General Election. When the Gang were in the middle of the Cunning Plan to imprison me.

They all hated Thatch you know, really hated her… They’d have done anything to get rid of her.

That’s why so many of them including I am told John Pardoe and/or Tyler met Tony Francis to discuss the problem that was me…

Thatch and John Biffen must have been rolling in the aisles after they’d downed all the Bollinger.

Thanks Tony, Dafydd and the late Gwynne, we owe you one!!

Thanks Windbag, Wigley, Pardoe, Tyler, we can’t believe how bloody stupid you are…

The Digger will be forever grateful Dafydd Iwan…

Raise a glass to the total shite who made it all so easy!

And to the MD who took over that job:

Yma O Hyd!

Tyler was the Liberal Democrat candidate for Cornwall and Plymouth in the 1989 European Parliament election.

After an 18-year absence, Tyler returned to Parliament at the 1992 General Election when he was elected as the Lib Dem MP for North Cornwall. Tyler was a member of the Liberal Democrats’  Shadow Cabinet until he retired from the Commons at the May 2005 General Election. Dan Rogerson was selected by the local Liberal Democrats to succeed the old faithful Tyler, and held the seat.

Tyler was appointed Liberal Democrat Spokesman on Rural Affairs, Agriculture and Transport following his election 1992. In 1994/95 he also piloted a review of Transport policy. Tyler gained the Country Life Parliamentarian of the Year Award for his persistent and effective challenging of Agriculture Ministers during the BSE crisis. With regard to which Dafydd’s mate the then Chief Medical Officer Sir Donald Acheson lied to the public re the degree of risk from infected material. See previous posts.

After the 1997 election Tyler was elected Chief Whip by the Liberal Democrat Parliamentary Party. He served on the Modernisation Select Committee. As the Foot and Mouth epidemic devastated livestock areas, Party Leader Charles Kennedy appointed Tyler to co-ordinate the response and work with farming and other organisations, to seek more effective Gov’t action.

Presumably Tyler was just one of the many MPs who lied about the very serious drink problem that Charlie Kennedy had developed rather than offering him support. Charlie Kennedy died as everyone remained in denial. See previous posts. I should do a bit of digging as to why the Help from the Top Docs was so ineffective re Charlie as well…

After the 2001 election Tyler was appointed to shadow Robin Cook, Leader of the House of Commons, with particular responsibility for the reform of Parliament. He led for the Party on both the modernisation of the Commons and the reform of the Lords to create a democratic and representative Second Chamber.

That’s gone brilliantly hasn’t it.

Did Tyler notice that Robin Cook dropped dead when mountain walking ‘from a heart attack’, heart attacks wiping out John Smith and Derek Fatchett as well in a fairly limited time span? Robin who had been married to haematologist Mrs Margaret Cook, who knew about the infected lethal blood products that were given to NHS patients for years but said nothing, who knew about Dafydd, Gwynne, organised abuse etc but said nothing, who’s knowledge of these matters were used by Robin and the Labour Party until Robin left Mrs Cook for his secretary Gaynor and then Mrs Cook got nasty. The general public just had a good laugh at Mrs Cook’s rude book about Robin and her tabloid columns, but Mrs Cook lent her fury to the BMA and they used it every effectively when they asked Miranda for lots and lots more money in return for less work.

Miranda never forgot… Indeed, he felt the steel-capped boot of history in his groin.

Mrs Cook was originally Margaret Katherine Whitmore from Somerset! She met Robin at Edinburgh University. They married on 15 September 1969 at St Alban’s Church, Westbury Park, Bristol and had two sons.

D.G.E. Wood was from Bristol, where his dad was a Top Doc. Wood went to Bristol Medical School and qualified from there in about 1969.

They’d have done anything to get rid of Thatch, anything.

Thanks everyone, Dafydd and Wood are still free men! We owe you one… Bottoms Up.

On 13 May 2005 it was announced that Paul Tyler would be created a life peer and on 15 June 2005 he was created Baron Tyler. The announcement came as I was finishing that PhD that so many people had tried so hard to put an end to.

Tyler was appointed a Deputy Lieutenant of Cornwall in February 2006. In March 2014, he was sworn of the Privy Council.

Tyler Chaired the Liberal Democrats’ “Better Governance” policy group 2006–07 and piloted its report, “For the people, by the people”, through the Liberal Democrat Conference of September 2007. His Constitutional Renewal Bill was introduced in the House of Lords in 2009.

Tyler is currently co-chair of the Liberal Democrat Parliamentary Party Committee on Constitutional and Political Reform. In the present Parliament he has worked with allies in all Parties and in both Houses, to advance the cause of constitutional reform.

Tyler convened a cross-party group from within the Joint Committee on the Draft House of Lords Reform Bill to secure majority support for positive recommendations in favour of progress with reform. With colleagues from other parties, Tyler has contributed extensively to media coverage of this issue. He co-authored a pamphlet “Lords Reform – A Guide for MPs” with other pro-reform parliamentarians, before the Bill received a large majority at second reading in the House of Commons.

In 2006 Lord Tyler called on Planning Minister, Yvette Cooper to honour the pledges and position of her predecessor, Keith Hill, to keep the Cornish Saint Piran’s Flag flying across the Cornwall. When he was MP for North Cornwall, Tyler led a successful campaign, backed by the local media, to gain reassurances from the Planning Minister that rules which prevent the St Piran’s flag flying without permission could be ignored by local Councils.

Never mind that the CEO of one of Cornwall’s NHS Trusts was sacked by the Regional Director of the NHS South West because he raised concerns about patient safety in the NHS, keep the Saint Piran’s Flag Flying!

In 2007 Lord Tyler confirmed his support for a Cornish Assembly when he was interviewed by the BBC regarding proposals for a Constitutional Convention.

Keep The Flag Flying Lord T, with a little help from your friends!

Oh how did all those NHS patients die after receiving blood products infected with Hepatitis and HIV??

Ask Dr Death, he was Health Minister when the first batches of infected blood were purchased. Then Lord Simon Glenarthur made it so much worse when he was Thatch’s Minister of Health in the Dept of Health with Ken Clarke. Simon Glenarthur was for years a Director of the MDU. See previous posts. Among his numerous Forces roles and company directorships related to Military or Security businesses, Simon has been a Governor of the Nuffield Hospitals since 2000. Since 2010, Lord Glenarthur has been Governor and a Trustee of King Edward VII’s Hospital Sister Agnes.

Simon Mark Arthur, 4th Baron Glenarthur, (born 7 October 1944), succeeded to his father’s titles in 1976. He is one of the 90 hereditary peers elected to remain in the Lords after the House of Lords Act 1999 and sits as a Tory.

Glenarthur has been married to Susan Barry, a great-granddaughter of the Earl of Dunmore and a great-great-granddaughter of the Earl of Leicester, since 1969; they have one son, Edward Alexander Arthur, and one daughter.

Simon with his hair out of control:

Between 1992 and 2005, Lord Tyler was Chair of the All-Party Parliamentary Group on Organophosphates (OPs), and campaigned about their adverse effects on farmers, pilots and cabin crew and Gulf War veterans.

OK Lord Tony Lloyd, Dafydd’s popping over to Parliament to provide Expert Evidence later on tomorrow.

Lord Tyler, being a principled man, also led a campaign to uncover the truth behind the Lowermoor Water Poisoning incident, and the ensuing cover-up, which occurred shortly before the Conservative Party privatised the water industry.

In 2004, Tyler started a campaign to stop Gov’t departments and agencies making citizens access their services via high-rate “0870” phone numbers. He exposed the Driver & Vehicle Licensing Agency for raking in over £1m a year in “revenue sharing” arrangements with telephone companies, where callers paid over the odds while waiting to book driving tests and sort out tax discs. The campaign culminated in the creation of “03” low-rate numbers, especially for public services.

Experience working with the Royal Institute of British Architects (1966–73) and SHELTER (1975–76) has given Tyler a special interest in housing and planning policy. He was MD of the Cornwall Courier local newspaper group, 1976–81, a frequent contributor to a wide range of media and presenter of BBC South West TV “Discovery” series in 1978. He was a Senior Consultant responsible for political and public issue assignments at Good Relations 1982–92 (for, amongst others, the Countryside Commission, European Year of the Environment and Rural Development Commission).

In 2014, Lord Tyler published Who Decides? Combining insightful analysis with a series of stories about his time representing Cornwall, the book draws on the work of former Gov’t Chief Psychologist Edgar Anstey.

Lord Tyler, who has been around since Gwynne was lobotomising Bertrand Russell’s targets:

Paul Gilroy
Paul Gilroy at home in London in 2019
Born	16 February 1956 (age 63) London, England, United Kingdom
Education	University College School
Alma mater	University of Sussex University of Birmingham
Occupation	Professor, historian, writer
Employer	London South Bank University University of Essex Goldsmiths, University of London Yale University London School of Economics King’s College, London
Spouse(s)	Vron Ware
Parent(s)	Beryl Gilroy

Paul Gilroy (born 16 February 1956) is a British historian, writer and academic, who is Professor of American and English Literature at King’s College, London and became the founding Director of the Centre for the Study of Race and Racism at UCL this month, August 2019. Gilroy is the 2019 winner of the €660,000 Holberg Prize, for “his outstanding contributions to a number of academic fields, including cultural studies, critical race studies, sociology, history, anthropology and African-American studies”.

Gilroy was born in the East End to Guyanese and English parents; his mother was novelist Beryl Gilroy, and his father, Patrick, was a scientist. Gilroy was educated at University College School an elite independent school, of which Trumpers’ husband was Headmaster, probably when Paul Gilroy was a pupil there. An old boy of University College School is Will Self. Another is Geoffrey Albert Wheatcroft (born 23 December 1945).

Wheatcroft was educated at New College, Oxford. He started work in publishing in 1968, working for Hamish Hamilton (1968–70), Michael Joseph (1971–73), and Cassell & Co (1974–75). In 1975 Wheatcroft became the Assistant Editor of ‘The Spectator’ moving to the post of Literary Editor, 1977-81. That was when his fellow Spectator big wig Paul Johnson moved to Over Stowey in the Quantocks and Johnson’s off the rails son Cosmo – last heard of as a Tory Councillor in Watchet – began a relationship with a local young woman with two children and ended up holding her and the kids hostage with a shotgun. She in turn knew the homophobic racists who so horrified ‘City Limits’; she had begun to move away from them by the time that she got involved with Cosmo but as a teenager she witnessed their gruesome excesses…

During 1981–84, Wheatcroft worked as a reporter in South Africa before becoming Editor of ‘Londoner’s Diary’ in the London Evening Standard, 1985-86. Wheatcroft was a Sunday Torygraph columnist 1987–91 – when Peregrine Worsthorne dominated the Sunday Torygraph – was freelance 1993–96; feature writer on the ‘Daily Express’, 1996–97; and has since written for ‘The Guardian’, the TLS, ‘The New York Review Of Books’ ‘The New Republic’, the ‘Boston Globe’, the Atlantic’, ‘The American Conservative’ and other publications on both sides of the Atlantic.

Wheatcroft’s book The Controversy of Zion won a National Jewish Book Award.

In 1990, Geoffrey Wheatcroft married Sally Muir, the daughter of Frank Muir a BBC favourite throughout those years when no-one knew about Jimmy Savile. Frank Muir’s frequent co-star on ‘Call My Bluff’ was Nerys Hughes, who grew up in north east Wales and went to Howell’s School in Denbigh. Nerys’s family were high profile Methodists; her brother is a Methodist Minister. Many of Nerys’s family still live in north Wales. Nerys and her family knew about Dafydd and Gwynne… See previous posts. Geoffrey Wheatcroft and Frank Muir’s daughter live in Bath with their children Abigail and Gabriel.

Paul Gilroy obtained his first degree from Sussex University in 1978. He completed his PhD at the CCCS at Birmingham in 1986. Which was when Stuart Hall and his mates at the CCCS were ensuring that Brown didn’t get funding for a PhD at CCCS and ended up at Leicester University on Greville’s Manor instead!

Gilroy is the author of, among other things, There Ain’t no Black in the Union Jack (1987). Which was what the teenaged boys used to chant at the children of the overseas students who were in the UCNW creche in the 1980s when it was run by Dafydd’s Gang and local teenagers who were nothing to do with the University let alone the creche were allowed to wander into the creche to watch the TV, have a smoke and chat. See post ‘He Got On His Bike And Looked For Work’. Gilroy was also co-author of The Empire Strikes Back: Race and Racism in 1970s Britain (1982), ‘a path-breaking, collectively produced volume’ published under the imprint of the CCCS,  where he was a doctoral student working with the Jamaican intellectual Stuart Hall. Other members of the group that produced The Empire Strikes Back include Valerie Amos, Hazel Carby and Pratibha Parmar.

Gilroy taught at South Bank University, Essex University and then for many years at Goldsmiths, University of London before taking up a tenured post in the US at Yale University, where he was the Chair of the Department of African American Studies and Charlotte Marian Saden Professor of Sociology and African American Studies.

Gilroy was the first holder of the Anthony Giddens Professorship in Social Theory at the LSE, before he joined King’s College, London in September 2012

Anthony Giddens worked at Leicester University himself when Greville’s mates ran the place. Guess how Giddens became Miranda’s adviser and the Director of the LSE?

Gilroy worked for the GLC for several years in the 1980s, while the GLC sent all those kids in care into the arms of Dafydd’s Gang. During that period, Gilroy was associated with ‘City Limits’ (he was a contributing Editor, 1982-84) and ‘The Wire’ (where he had a regular column, 1988-91). Other publications that Gilroy wrote for during that period include NME – Julie Burchill and Tony Parsons know more about Dafydd and Gwynne than they’ve ever let on – as well as ‘The New Internationalist’ and ‘New Statesman and Society’.

Professor Gilroy! The man who’s homophobia traumatised ‘City Limits’ when they rang him up when he was in receipt of so much dosh as a result of his business deals with people desperate to keep Brown and me quiet and ignored by the wider world, is a racist as well, as were all of his drinking mates at the Cottage Inn, even when they found themselves being courted by the Rich n Famous. When Moira Stewart used to appear on the TV to read the news, the room was filled with shouts of ‘Abbo’. They were also of the opinion that when the tabloids reported the sort of civil unrest that made Lord Scarman a living saint, instead of simply mentioning that the rioters were ‘black’ the journos should have stressed that they were ‘dirty thieving black bastards’.

Do you fancy going to dinner at a house in Durleigh Prof Gilroy? I’m sure that Botney would be delighted to have you as a guest, he could feature you on one of his Arts programmes if he hasn’t already.

According to the US Journal of Blacks in Higher Education Gilroy has been consistently among the most frequently cited black scholars in the humanities and social sciences. Gilroy held the top position in the humanities rankings in 2002, 2004, 2006, 2007 and 2008.

Gilroy was awarded an honorary doctorate from London University by Goldsmith’s College in September 2005. In Autumn 2009 Gilroy served as Treaty of Utrecht Visiting Professor at the Centre for Humanities, Utrecht University. Gilroy was awarded a 50th Anniversary Fellowship of Sussex University in 2012. In 2014 he was elected a Fellow of the British Academy. Gilroy received an honorary doctorate from the University of Liege in 2016. In the same year, he was elected Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. The University of Sussex awarded Gilroy an honorary doctorate in July 2017. Gilroy was elected an international honorary member of the American Academy of Arts & Sciences in April 2018.

Look, he’s black, went to a posh school run by posh people who were using the services provided by Dafydd and Gwynne, went to Sussex University when Asa Briggs et al were concealing the trade in kids from north Wales sent to Brighton to work as rent boys, worked for the GLC, ‘City Limits’, ‘New Statesman and Society’, then did his PhD with the God that was Stuart Hall when Hall’s network shafted Brown… Paul Gilroy just has to put his orders in for academic accolades and they will arrive…

Paul Gilroy is married to the writer, photographer and academic Vron Ware. The couple live in North London and have two children, Marcus and Cora.

Paul Gilroy’s mum Beryl Agatha Gilroy (née Answick; 30 August 1924-4 April 2001) was a ‘pioneering teacher and novelist’ and “one of Britain’s most significant post-war Caribbean migrants”, part of the “Windrush generation“, along with Stuart Hall and all those Jamaican Angels. Beryl was born in what was then British Guiana; she moved in the 1950s to the UK where she became the first black Headteacher in London.

Beryl Gilroy did not enter full-time schooling until she was 12. From 1943 to 1945, she attended teacher training college in Georgetown. She subsequently taught and lectured on a UNICEF nutrition programme. In 1951, at the age of 27, Beryl was selected to attend university in the UK. Between 1951 and 1953 Beryl attended London University pursuing a Diploma in Child Development. At the time, those courses were designed, taught and examined by the wider circle of Gwynne et al.

Although Gilroy was a qualified teacher, racism prevented her getting a post for some time, and she had to work as a washer, a factory clerk and maid. Eventually employed by ILEA Beryl taught for a couple of years, married scientist Patrick Gilroy (d. 1985) and spent the next 12 years at home bringing up and educating their children Darla and Paul, furthering her own higher education, reviewing and reading for a publisher.

In 1968 Beryl returned to teaching and eventually became the first Black Headteacher in London, at Beckford School in West Hampstead. Her experiences of those years are told in Black Teacher (1976).

Later Beryl worked as a multi-cultural researcher at the Institute of Education, University of London and developed a pioneering practice in psychotherapy, working mainly with Black women and children. She was a Co-founder in the early 1980s of the Camden Black Sisters group. Beryl gained a PhD in counselling psychology from an American university in 1987 while working at the Institute of Education.

Every institution and circle that Beryl moved in was dominated by people who were colluding with the Gang.

Gilroy’s creative writing began in childhood, as a teacher for children and then in the 1960s when she began writing what was later published by Peepal Tree Press as In Praise of Love and Children. Between 1970 and 1975 she wrote the pioneering children’s series Nippers, containing probably the first reflection of the Black British presence in UK writing for children.

Beryl’s 1976 memoir about her experiences as the first black Headteacher in London is described by Sandra Courtman as “an unconventional autobiography … [Black Teacher] is Gilroy’s experiment with an intermediary form – somewhere between fiction and autobiography, with a distinct non-linear structure.” It was not until 1986 that Gilroy’s first novel, the award-winning Frangipani House was published (Heinemann). It had won a GLC Creative Writing Prize in 1982. Boy Sandwich (Heinemann) was published in 1989, followed by Stedman and Joanna: A Love in Bondage (Vantage, 1991) and a collection of poems, Echoes and Voices (Vantage, 1991). Then came Sunlight and Sweet Water, Gather the Faces, In Praise of Love and Children and Inkle and Yarico (all Peepal Tree, 1994). Her last novel, The Green Grass Tango (Peepal Tree) was published in 2001, sadly after Beryl Gilroy’s death in April of that year.

So Beryl’s work was only published when her son completed the PhD that was supervised by Stuart Hall when Hall et al were screwing Brown over. The Gang were in hot pursuit of me as well in that year, 1986 and of course Ollie Brooke was arrested, charged and jailed. By 1986, St George’s had relocated to Tooting, in close proximity to a Black Jamaican community. There were plenty of Jamaican Angels employed at St George’s and Springfield and even more at St James’s Hospital Balham, which merged with St George’s in the late 1980s. Lots of Jamaican Angels at Tooting Bec Hospital as well, a psych hospital even grimmer than Springfield that closed in the 1980s…

In 1998, the year after the evidence given by the former kids in care at the Waterhouse Inquiry made headlines partly because their accounts were horrific but also because everyone else stressed that they were Lying To Get Compensation, a collection of Beryl’s non-fiction writing, entitled Leaves in the Wind, came out from Mango Publishing. It included her lectures, notes, essays, dissertations and personal reviews. In this book Beryl stated that the purpose behind Black Teacher and much of her other writing was “to set the record straight. There had been Ted Braithwaite’s To Sir With Love [1959] and Don Hinds’ Journey to an Illusion [1966] but the woman’s experiences had never been stated.”

Well mine have been now Beryl, on this blog. Unlike you however I don’t want to prioritise Wimmin’s Experiences re Dafydd et al, because what happened to boys and men at their hands was just as bad. The Gang used and abused anyone who wasn’t Of Them.

Beryl later noted: “In the tradition of Black women who write to come to terms with their trauma, or alternatively to understand the nature of their elemental oppression, I wrote to redefine myself and put the record straight.”

Beryl was one of the oppressors. She wasn’t at the top of the pyramid but she very firmly aligned herself with the Trained Professionals, not the people whose lives they were ruining.

Beryl Gilroy died of a heart attack at the age of 76 on 4 April 2001. The year after the publication of the Waterhouse Report; there was quite an exodus from planet earth during 2000 and 2001. As noted by Roxann Bradshaw: “Two days later over one hundred Anglophone women writers from around the world gathered at Goldsmiths College in London, where Dr Gilroy had been scheduled to deliver a keynote address at the 4th annual Caribbean Women Writers Association conference. The news of her death was received with great sorrow for the passing of one of the first wave of Anglophone women writers, whose contribution to Caribbean women’s literature is invaluable.”

Beryl was honoured in 1990 by the GLC for services to education, in 1995 received an honorary doctorate from the University of North London and in 2000 was made an honorary fellow of the Institute of Education.

In 1996 Beryl was honoured by the Association of Caribbean Women Writers and Scholars.

An orange skirt suit worn by Beryl Gilroy was included in an exhibition entitled Black British Style at the V&A Museum in 2004. The Gang were panicking in 2004; Brown and I had begun publishing on mental health…

The Black Atlantic: Modernity and Double Consciousness