Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!

The title of this post is a combination of one of Jimi Hendrix’s most well-known songs and an old favourite from Max Boyce.

In previous posts I have mentioned how Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s friends and relations, whilst insulting me, stressed that Dafydd ‘knows really famous people’ and that as those boasting about Dafydd’s celebrity friends were not exactly cultured, they will have been talking about people on TV. I knew that Dafydd used to hold ‘clinics’ in the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds which was one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts and after Savile’s death it was revealed that not only did Savile visit Bryn Estyn but that a former resident alleged that Savile was present whilst this boy was sexually assaulted by multiple men. Whilst researching for this blog I discovered that the lecherous Top Doctor Linford Rees who protected Dafydd et al for years was the father of the 1970s actress and sex symbol Angharad Rees. Angharad was married to Christopher Cazenove who starred in Dynasty and was mates with Joan Collins and others. Linford Rees basked in the reflected glamour of his daughter’s celebrity circle. See post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ for more names and details.

I have also mentioned the psych patient who used to wander around Bethesda virtually destitute, completely neglected and refused help from the mental health services who told everyone that she had been a groupie who had slept with Mick Jagger. By the time that I knew this lady in the late 80s/90s, she was in a really bad way and was dismissed by the world as a nutter. But she was being sexually exploited by a number of people who were not admitting to this and a number of her other ‘fantasies’ were undoubtedly true. Kids in care and psych patients in north Wales had such bizarre and dreadful experiences at the hands of the traffickers who were ‘looking after them’ that the uninitiated could not be blamed for disbelieving their accounts. Some of them were indeed being trafficked for sex with high profile people. Many of those being looked after had died by the time that they were 30, but some of those who survived made it back to north Wales when they were too wrecked to continue working in the sex trade.

People who have not previously spent time around nutters who then do so frequently remark upon two things that surprise them. First, that some of the most extraordinary things that nutters say turn out to be true. Second, that nutters notice and remember a great deal of what is going on around them, rather more than other people do. This is definitely true – I’m not sure why nutters are so good at observing the world around them but many nutters cannot be beaten on this, they really are brilliant at people watching.

One of those dismissed by the staff of the Hergest Unit as the biggest nutter of all was a man, F, who was interested in three things in life – Jimi Hendrix, art and the activities of Dafydd. The official narrative regarding F was that he had become psychotic when he was in his 20s after blowing his mind on psychedelic drugs and had never recovered. The only interest in F’s ‘case’ that the Hergest Unit staff ever showed was over the question of whether his psychosis was ‘genetic’ or ‘drug-induced’. F had blown his mind on drugs and was the first to admit this, indeed he was quite proud of it. What hardly anyone knew however was that F’s mental health problems – which were severe – were made much worse by his treatment at the hands of the mental health services.

The prescribing for F had to be witnessed to be believed. When I first got to know him, he was on anti-psychotic injections, medication for the side-effects of those (the ‘side-effects’ of such anti-psychotics are substantial and debilitating) and several different benzodiazepines. As the years passed F was given even more drugs. Every time that F became angry or distressed, Tony Francis (Dr X) would get out the prescription pad and another anti-psychotic would be added to the cocktail – although none of the previous drugs were ever stopped. F did throw wobblers on a regular basis – but many of those wobblers were because the mental health services were having him arrested on ludicrous charges and as ever would ignore all complaints when he gained evidence that staff had perjured themselves.

F ended up so heavily sedated that his teeth literally rotted and dropped out and he did not feel a thing. I kept telling him to go to a dentist and he would cheerily say ‘but I haven’t got toothache’. By the time that I finally persuaded F to go to a dentist, the dentist just yanked out all that remained of his teeth, saying that they were too far gone to be saved. When F asked the dentist why he hadn’t felt any pain, the dentist explained that he was on so many drugs that his pain receptors weren’t working.

Between 1982-85 when I was living on Anglesey, I knew a local man who had also benefited from the attentions of Dafydd et al – his hands were covered in scars and burns. I found out that this was because he would inadvertently burn himself with his cigarettes and not feel anything as a result of his ‘medication’. Interestingly enough, when I mentioned to the corrupt GP who was facilitating the trafficking gang, Dr DGE Wood, that I had been chatting to this man after he’d given me a lift, Wood told me to keep away from him because he was a nutter. I learnt over the following years that this man was completely harmless but had never recovered after the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Experience.

There will have been something there that Wood did not want me to know. The dangerous nutter was one of Wood’s neighbours.

‘Talk to your local GP for advice – they have a wealth of experience and play a key role in the community!’

It’s not Hendrix, it’s The Kinks – ‘Well-Respected Man’:

‘And he’s oh, so good/And he’s oh, so fine/And he’s oh, so healthy/In his body and his mind/He’s a well-respected man about town/Running a paedophile ring so conservatively’

 

The attitude of Bethesda surgery towards F fanned the flames of the fire stoked by the Hergest Unit. Like many long term psych patients, F was a very heavy smoker. I and a friend spent much time explaining the dangers of smoking 60 a day to him and after many months he took an interest in giving up. He went down to Bethesda surgery and was told that his ‘nerves’ were so bad that he really should not be thinking of giving up smoking what with his schizophrenia. After this, I and the friend began the hard work all over again and after many more months I managed to persuade him to return to Bethesda surgery for advice re stopping smoking but not to the lethal idiots whom he had consulted previously. He went to see Dr Paul Nickson who, to be fair, was very supportive where helping patients to give up smoking were concerned. Sadly Paul Nickson didn’t challenge any of the other dreadful things that were happening to F at the hands of the ‘services’.

Bethesda surgery’s attitude and conduct towards F was so bad that in the end he did what many of the folk of Bethesda did – he relied upon the pharmacist in Bethesda for advice. The pharmacist who used to own the chemist’s shop opposite the surgery was fantastic. He had grown up in Bethesda and had been to school there so he knew everyone and was an incredibly nice man. He treated everyone with respect and the Hergest patients used to remark that he always called them ‘Mr’ or ‘Mrs/Miss’ – which the Top Docs certainly never did – and that this was without irony. The pharmacist knew how bloody lethal the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends were and I wondered if he came under attack himself, because after many years of excellent service to the village he became ill, sold his business and later resurfaced as one of the pharmacists in Tesco in Bangor.

A regular scene was that of patients exiting the door of Bethesda surgery, swearing about the inadequacies of the Top Docs in there and then walking across the road to join the queue in the chemist’s shop to talk to someone who knew what they were doing. One one occasion, F entered the chemist’s shop, saw some people who weren’t locals – I think that they were tourists – and yelled out ‘I can highly recommend this man, he is better than a doctor’. The tourists looked bemused and the locals in the shop fell about laughing because the problems were well known…

Despite the constant problems that F had with Bethesda surgery, he was obliged to continue his relationship with them because none of the medication which he was being told was essential could be purchased over the counter. On one memorable occasion, F was sitting in Bethesda surgery when a new patient asked him ‘what are the doctors like here?’ and F replied ‘oh they’re all pretty good except for Mithan’, which was particularly brilliant because Dr Mithan was standing right behind him and heard every world. I was delighted, because I knew people who had really suffered at the hands of Mithan and it was about time that he knew how the village felt about his clinical skills. However, as details of this event reached the ears of other people, a number of them remarked that F had been far too generous in his assessment and stated that ‘they’re not all pretty good except for Mithan, they’re all bloody awful as well as Mithan’. Which was indeed true.

As with all the psych patients, the details of F’s Life Before Dafydd had been forgotten by the staff. He had come from an affluent family in Surrey, had gone to art school in Farnham, had been part of the 60s and 70s counter culture and had rubbed noses with some of the rich n famous. He had gone to school with Rick Parfitt of Status Que fame, one of his best mates had lived at St George’s Hill next to Ringo Starr and he’d trekked across Turkey, Morocco and Afghanistan. And of course he’d spent much time at festivals and other places, taking drugs in the company of other people who also rubbed shoulders with some high profile people.

What the Hergest Unit knew was that in the 1980s F had set fire to his house in Bethesda, ended up in Risley Remand Centre and then in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year and was now a ‘chronic schizophrenic, resistant to medication’. (Then why was he prescribed ‘maintenance medication’ of three anti-psychotics and four benzodiazepines and constantly told that if he didn’t carry on loading himself up he’d ‘get ill’??)

What had actually happened was that F and his former wife C had been raided by the notoriously corrupt drug squad, class A drugs had been planted on F and C and at the police station C had been offered a deal if she made a statement claiming that the drugs were all F’s. Meanwhile, unbeknown to C, at the police station F had been punched in the face by an unidentified Sergeant who had walked into the loo whilst F was in there. F was charged with drugs offences, bailed and left to walk back to Bethesda. During the night, he began experiencing psychotic symptoms, which he told me that he always thought were brought on by the stress of events at the police station. F did set fire to his house, but that was after he had asked a notoriously vile wife beating neighbour – known as Til, who worked for S4C – for help, only to be told ‘well you’re not fucking getting it here’. After setting fire to the house, F went up into the hills where he was found many hours later, arrested and charged with arson and endangering life and taken to Risley Remand Centre.

At Risley, F was left in a cell for three days in the pitch dark after a screw took the light bulb out. F told me that every night he heard the screams of the other prisoners as they were beaten up by the warders. This was the ‘medical wing’ – run by Dafydd’s mates. When F was finally allowed out of the cell he met the other prisoners, who were mostly victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles. F acquired the moniker ‘mushroom boy’ and gave them art lessons.

When F told his solicitor about the assault at the police station – which had been witnessed by a PC who was too frightened to give evidence – the charges of endangering life were quietly dropped. F was charged with drug offences and arson. Dafydd then appeared – whom F had never previously encountered but F had been told by the solicitor that Dafydd was his best chance of getting out of a long prison sentence – and declared F to be ‘a known schizophrenic’, one, according to Dafydd’s notes, ‘with pleasant manners and casual attire’. Dafydd gave evidence in court that F would need to be sectioned for a year.

When F arrived at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, the Angels told him that he was clearly ‘no longer ill’, but ‘for the sake of the courts’ Dafydd would keep him at Denbigh for three weeks and then he could go. After a matter of only days, F was sitting in the garden when he was approached by one of Dafydd’s drug patients, who sold him a huge quantity of amphetamines, which F took. F developed a drug induced psychosis. Which was documented upon his medical records. What was not documented was that F had entered Denbigh not psychotic and only became ill whilst a patient there, as a result of drugs that he had been sold and taken on the premises.

Nothing about the assault at the police station was documented.

Thus a known schizophrenic madman who had set fire to his house was created.

Dafydd didn’t visit F during the year that F spent in Denbigh. It was business as usual – F was left to rot in there along with all the other paedophiles’ victims. Whilst F was in Denbigh, he contacted Release, the drugs charity. A man from release went up to Denbigh from London, but told F that he ‘couldn’t do anything’. From the information that F provided to me, like I and many other people he was almost certainly held in Denbigh unlawfully. F won’t have known this, but Release were linked to organisations involved with fighting for paedophiles’ rights at that time – the mid 80s – and they will have known Dafydd and the paedophiles.

After a year Dafydd visited F and told F that he couldn’t release him until he had somewhere to live. F’s wife, C, had left him – their marriage was very rocky even before the fire – and was living in Glastonbury, where among other things, she worked as a nanny for Fay Weldon. C didn’t think much of Fay and her husband – and had a few interesting things to say about them – and left their employment to work on a farm in Somerset. The house in Bethesda to which F had set fire was not yet repaired.

Dafydd tried to persuade F to move into a ‘nursing home’ in Llandudno. This nursing home was Holyrood House, which was the subject of an expose by Esther on That’s Life and then in the wider media in 1987. Patients were being beaten up by a henchman and a drug addict from Liverpool was responsible for ‘medication’. I was told later that it was widely believed that Dafydd was sexually involved with the ‘manager’ of Holyrood House, Margaret Richards. Someone who knew Margaret Richards told me that she was no more than a common or garden petty criminal who would shop-lift from and swindle shops in Llandudno. Margaret Richards was allegedly responsible for buying Dafydd’s suits, which would certainly explain why Dafydd’s gangster suits never fitted him.

F had no interest in living in Llandudno – although at that time, Holyrood House had not yet been exposed – and in F’s words, he wanted ‘to get back to Bethesda, to hippies, to dogs and to mess’. Dafydd refused to release F until he had somewhere to live, so F rang a mate in Bethesda who wrote to Dafydd confirming that F would be living in a house owned by him in Bethesda.

Thus F finally escaped from the North Wales Hospital. But not of course from the clutches of the psychiatric services. As was de rigueur, F was kept well dosed up with sedatives, but no helpful services at all were forthcoming – F was harassed and threatened by the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, in  particular Slob Ingham.

F was an affluent man. He had inherited a considerable amount of money from an uncle and although his relationship with C was volatile, they remained friends and by the time that they actually divorced – some years later – C was scrupulously fair financially and agreed on a generous settlement from the sale of their property. So F had enough money to purchase a house and live quite a good life – thus he wasn’t dependent upon the ‘services’ for accommodation and benefits, which was the only reason why he did not end up destitute after leaving Denbigh.

F however was incredibly lonely. C had remarried and F wasn’t spending time with his old hippy mates because he had given up illicit drugs and thus had nothing much in common with them anymore.

F was targeted by an unscrupulous woman, who was networked into the paedophiles’ friends. She had been married before and had three children from her previous marriage. Her former husband had been physically abusive to those children and had left her to live with an Angel from Ysbyty Gwynedd, who later commuted to a hospital in Milton Keynes to do agency work because it was so highly paid. The woman who targeted F was known to be absolutely desperate for another baby and basically also needed some dosh. The whole of Bethesda saw her move in on F – assisted by two of her mates who were networked into the paedophiles’ friends as well. They began a relationship and she moved into F’s house in Bethesda. She became pregnant, miscarried and then became pregnant again.

The day that his partner gave birth at the very end of 1992, F was delighted. He had been at the birth and had spent a small fortune getting everything ready for the baby. In fact he had spent so much money on his partner and her kids over the last two years that he had nothing left. He had sold his house in Bethesda and they were living in a rented house in Holyhead – which he had paid for and kitted out with furnishings, baby gear etc. That was his money gone.

The baby was about two weeks old when I heard that F was in the psychiatric ward in Ysbyty Gwynedd and had split up with the mother of his newborn baby. I had been to visit the new baby a few days before and whilst F was out of the room the baby’s mother remarked in passing that ‘I ‘feel a bit guilty because me and the kids have spent all his money’. I didn’t realise what was coming…

I went to visit F in hospital who told me ‘I have been used as a sperm donor and a cashpoint machine and now she’s thrown me out’. Over the next week it became clear that F had most succinctly summed up the situation – info from numerous sources confirmed that he had served his purpose and had now been dispensed with, penniless and homeless.

F then revealed that he had been denied access to his baby, although he had received more demands from his former partner for money. He had told his former partner that he didn’t have anything left, she’d had it all. He was told that they had heard that he had moved in with a new girlfriend and therefore she could hand money over. F’s new partner was approached in the street in Bethesda by a paedophiles’ friend who asked her for ‘money for [F’s former partner] and the baby, because she’s got nothing poor thing’. The new girlfriend responded that F had been bled dry and that no, she would not be donating to the ever hungry jaws of F’s former partner and her family.

F then explained to his new partner and staff at the Hergest Unit as well as to Drs Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson at Bethesda surgery why he was so concerned about the welfare of his baby son. He revealed that his former partner’s eldest son, a young man, had indecently assaulted at least two boys of ten whilst F had lived with the family and F was told by his former partner and her extended family not to say a word because they feared legal action. F was told by Gareth Jones and Paul Nickson that a referral would be made to Gwynedd Social Services.

F and his new partner were visited by Jo Bott, a former police officer with the North Wales Police, who was employed as a child protection officer. She was friendly and charm itself. She took details and was given the names of the only two other people outside of the family concerned who knew about the indecent assaults as potential witnesses. Some two weeks late Jo Bott returned. She told F that there were no concerns about the family, that there would be no investigation and as she left the house she threatened F’s new partner with action if she ‘didn’t leave [F’s former partner] alone’. F’s partner had not seen or communicated with his former partner since she had visited the new baby before the couple had split up.

F had not had been allowed access to his baby by his former partner since he had left the family home. He had seen his baby – because the baby’s mother gloried in pushing the baby around the village in which F and his new partner lived.

F then received a solicitor’s letter from his former partner requesting money. The solicitor concerned was Elwyn Jones, a paedophiles’ friend who had a practice in Bangor. David Jones, the paedophiles’ friend and now Tory MP for Clwyd West, worked in the same practice. Elwyn Jones was the son of Sir Elwyn Jones, the former MP for Conwy, another paedophiles’ friend. For details of Elwyn Jones, his dad Sir Elwyn and David Jones, see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’.

By this time, F’s former partner had been given a new (rented) house with the North Wales Housing Association in Bethesda. She furnished it with the gear that F had purchased whilst he lived with the family. Her teenaged daughter, M, – who was pregnant – and M’s boyfriend Martin were given a NWHA house next door. There was very nearly a revolution in Bethesda because at that time the housing list was a mile long and across the area there were young parents with one or even two children who were living with relatives after having been told that no accommodation was available.

One day on the bus to Bangor a neighbour of F’s former partner remarked to someone that she had some very expensive stuff in her house considering that she was a single mother on benefits. F was on the bus at the time and another passenger responded by saying ‘yes and there’s the man who paid for it all’.

It was then discovered that F’s former partner had ‘done a deal’ with Gwynedd Social Services – if she agreed to deny F access to his baby on the grounds that he ‘presented a danger’ to the baby, she and her daughter would be housed in the village of their choice, next door to each other. Jo Bott was involved with this deal, as was Gwynedd County Councillor Dafydd Orwig, who was a retired lecturer from Bangor Normal College, the teacher training institution which later merged with Bangor University.

F was then told by five different people that his former partner’s eldest son had moved into a flat in Bethesda with another young man, that they had offered their services as babysitters to a family with young children and allegations of sexual assault had been made against them.

F contacted the Hergest Unit staff and Bethesda surgery once more concerning the welfare of his son, to whom who he still had no access. He was told to stop worrying about his former partner and to ‘move on with his life’. He still had no access to his son.

The young man who had been accused of sexual assault moved out of the flat in Bethesda but no charges were ever brought against him or his friend.

M then gave birth to her baby girl. By the time that the baby was four weeks old, bruises were found on the baby which M admitted inflicting. M then left Martin and baby and began a relationship with another (married) man. F’s former partner stated that she would look after her granddaughter. Martin applied for custody. Gwynedd Social Services opposed him and told M daughter that if she would agree to attend the court hearing, she and F’s former partner would be given custody of the baby.  Fortunately for the baby girl, M did not bother to attend the hearing and custody was awarded to Martin, who lived with his parents in Tregarth – Martin’s family were very much more stable than M’s family.

Meanwhile F was charged with threatening a social worker – the case collapsed after the social worker admitted during the court hearing that she’d lied in her statement to the police. There was no investigation into the social worker.

M gave birth to another baby and injured that baby as well. I understand that the baby was taken into care.

F’s former partner and her family moved then away from Bethesda and I was told that she’d gone to live ‘with a friend and her family’ in Colwyn Bay.

The birth of F’s baby and the great stuffing over of F happened during the first police investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales.

When M and Martin’s baby was about 2-3 yrs old – so in approx 1995-96, as the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales grew louder and louder – Martin was found dead in the road near Bethesda. He had been hit by a lorry and killed. His death received coverage in the local paper and Martin’s devotion to his daughter was discussed in the article. It was explained that Martin’s little girl would now be brought up by Martin’s parents. There was no mention of the struggle that Martin had endured in order to gain custody of his daughter when she was a baby.

There was no investigation into Martin’s death. He was a witness to the way in which F had been stitched up as well as to other matters involving M’s family.

 

The following people – and many more as well – are still alive and knew the full details behind the fleecing of F and the theft of his son and some of them colluded with it:

Jo Bott; Drs Heinersdorff, Mithan, Nickson, Gareth Jones; Slob Ingham; Jan Ingham; Keith Fearns; Tom Harney; Jackie Brandt; Dr Sadie Francis; Dr Bob Tresman; Dr Neil Cheshire; Ella Fisk; Jeff Crowther; Penny Phillips; Gareth Phillips.

A number of other people knew as well but are now dead. All the above knew that F did not ‘abandon his son’ and ‘refuse to support him’. F had been taken to the cleaners and had to spend two years living a mile down the road from where his son had been housed with a bunch of child molesters, whilst F’s new partner cleared the utility of bills of his former partner and her family (nearly £1000) because F’s former partner had kept them in F’s name after she kicked him out. F’s new partner and F then received threats and demands for yet more money. When that didn’t work, they received offers of photos of F’s baby because he was a lovely baby and if only they could see what he looked like…

If that wasn’t enough, someone then killed Martin.

F’s former partner’s first husband Dai is now married to Katherine Jones, who has stood in recent elections as the Arfon candidate for Arthur Scargill’s Socialist Party.

Now perhaps Operation Pallial would like to interview all these people about some very serious crimes committed between 1992-1996.

Furthermore invertebrates, F might have been a ‘known schizophrenic’ but he had a bloody site more guts than you lot as he ran the gauntlet of paedophiles’ friends every time he left his house – paedophiles’ friends who even found a problem with him because of his hat and coloured waistcoats of all things. As he breezily said on so many occasions ‘I’m going to make a lot of people angry today by wearing my hat’.

 

I have mentioned that the Hergest staff were oblivious to the details of F’s life as a young man, those details had just been lost in the clouds of known schizophrenia, untoward hats and other stupid obsessions of the Top Doctors – they didn’t actually listen to much of what most of the patients told them anyway. So they missed a great deal.

 

What I knew was that F had a firm belief that Jimi Hendrix had been killed by criminal medical negligence on the grounds that certain establishment figures ‘hated Hendrix’. I spent a lot of time telling F that I knew well the appalling attitudes of Top Doctors towards certain cohorts and I also knew that Top Docs were not above not looking after certain people too well in the belief that they wouldn’t last too long – it was clear that this rationale had been applied to me and a number of other people I know, including F himself – but I wasn’t sure that the same had happened to Hendrix. F maintained that not only had Hendrix been helped along his way after he’d been admitted to hospital following an overdose, but that a former girlfriend of Hendrix was concealing what had happened and another former girlfriend knew ‘the truth’ and was being slowly destroyed.

F maintained that whilst he had been in Risley after the fire, a detective from London arrived and said that he had come to interview him about Hendrix’s death. F never wavered from this story – a detective had arrived and after F had refused to discuss anything with him the detective had lost his temper, said ‘you’re bloody nuts anyway’ and he had been thrown back into his cell. Brown and I always took the view that a detective did go to see F – Risley was ridden with corruption and there were no rules there, nothing will have been documented – but it was probably someone trying to extract information about the drug scene in north Wales. Then I wondered if it was someone who was trying to ensure that the violence in the police station and the fitting up of F was kept under wraps.

But after reading a bit more about Hendrix’s death I’m now wondering whether, as F always claimed, that detective was something to do with matters Hendrix.

It is taken as a given that Jimi Hendrix died on 18 Sep 1970 after an overdose. What I didn’t realise was that there was indeed a lot of confusion surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death and that two of his former girlfriends were indeed at each others throats, because one of them, Monika, alleged medical negligence so serious that it killed Hendrix. The other former girlfriend, Kathy, married a Top Doctor after Hendrix’s death and maintained that this was an outrageous allegation, outrageous enough for Mrs Top Doctor to at one point attempt to have Monika imprisoned.

Kathy has fared rather better than Monika – Monika was trashed by the media and killed herself years ago.

 

Kathy Etchingham was born 1946 in Derby, the daughter of an Irishman from Dublin. Her mother deserted the family when Kathy was ten years old, and Kathy was sent to the Holy Faith convent boarding school in Dublin. Returning to England, having been ‘snatched from the convent’ by her mother, she made her way to London when she was 16.

In London, Kathy became a DJ at the Cromwellian Club in Kensington and later at the Scotch of St James nightclub, in addition to working as a hairdresser. She knew musicians of the period including The Animals, The Who, The Kinks, The Moody Blues, The Move and many others. 

Kathy met Hendrix when she was 20 in the Scotch of St James, on the night of his arrival in London in Sept 1966 and they became a couple. In 1969, she and Hendrix parted.

Monika Dannemann was a German figure skater and the last girlfriend of Hendrix. After Hendrix died, Monika married the guitarist Uli John Roth of the Scorpions.

Monika was first introduced to Jimi on 12 Jan 1969 in Dusseldorf where he was playing a concert. She spent the night with him and part of the next day and accompanied him to Cologne, where he was playing another concert. Monika returned to Dusseldorf – Hendrix spent the last night of the tour with model Uschi Obermaier. On 25 March 1969, Hendrix wrote to Monika inviting her to visit him in New York City. Monika claimed that she next saw Hendrix on 25 April 1969 at the Speakeasy Club in London, where she bumped into him. Monika stated that they spent time together over the next nine days but that she only spent one night with him.

After his Sept 1970 European tour, Hendrix began a relationship with model Kirsten Nefer. Nefer left London due to work and Hendrix took up with Monika on 15 Sept 1970 and spent the next four nights with her at the Samarkand Hotel in Notting Hill Gate, where he fell into a coma.

It is accepted that Monika was the last person to see Hendrix alive. On the evening of 17 Sept 1970, Hendrix took at least one amphetamine pill at a party. He returned to Monika’s flat and took nine of Monika’s Vesparax sleeping tablets – the recommended dose was half to one tablet. Monika claimed that one the morning of 18 Sept, she found Hendrix in a coma at her flat. She called for an ambulance which arrived at 11:27 am. Hendrix was declared dead at St Mary Abbot’s Hospital at 12:45 pm. The cause of death was ‘asphyxiation through aspiration of vomit due to a barbiturate overdose’.

Monika seemed to have great difficulty getting over Hendrix’s death, although she did marry Roth. She spent the rest of her life selling her paintings of Hendrix and enjoyed dressing up as a rock chick years after Hendrix and many of those who associated with her had died. Monika’s claim that Hendrix was her real love didn’t concern Roth – he was a massive Hendrix fan himself and accepted Monika’s loyalty to her dead boyfriend.

The one person who was seriously pissed off by Monika living on her memories of Hendrix was Kathy Etchingham. Their spat brewed away for many years without people outside the circle of Hendrix devotees – such as F – really noticing, but in April 1996 it hit the media as a result of Kathy taking legal action against Monika for contempt of court and requesting her imprisonment.

Kathy seemed to place herself in a contradictory position. She dripped with contempt for Monika on the grounds that Monika was a sad old bag who had spent decades dining out on her relationship with Hendrix and that she ought to bloody well get over it and indeed ‘move on’. Much was made in the media of Kathy’s status as a ‘middle aged Surrey doctor’s wife’ who was a great deal more sane than the deranged Monika. Yet the Surrey doctor’s wife, like Monika, made damn sure that everyone knew that she had been Hendrix’s girlfriend. Furthermore, Kathy had been Hendrix’s REAL girlfriend, as opposed to Monika the flibbertigibit who had only known Hendrix for a few days of casual sex at the end of his life.

In April 1996 Monika was found guilty of contempt of court by Mr Justice French, for repeating ‘false allegations’ against Kathy, precisely that Kathy was an ‘inveterate liar’ about her relationship with Hendrix. Monika’s 1995 book ‘The Inner Life Of Jimi Hendrix’ had quoted Hendrix as saying that Kathy was someone who would ‘cheat and lie for money’. Kathy claimed that the book was libellous and took Monika to court where Monika gave the undertaking which she later breached and saw her before Justice French in April 1996.

Kathy had asked Mr Justice French to imprison Monika. He declined to do so, but did award costs of £30,000 against Monika.

 

The matter was reported by the Indie on 3 April, 1996, who stated that Kathy had ‘claimed victory yesterday over her Sixties rival who was found guilty of contempt by a High Court judge’.

Kathy stated that ‘This is a victory for common sense and I am absolutely delighted. This has been an ongoing problem for me but I hope this is an end to it now. I was fed up that someone who only had a relationship with Jimi for three days claims she was engaged to him. It is absolutely bizarre that this has been going on for 26 years’.

The Indie continued: ‘The battle between the two women goes back to the Seventies. In a series of News of the World articles, Miss Etchingham claimed that Miss Danneman did not do enough to save Hendrix after he died from an overdose of sleeping tablets. Miss Danneman wrote her libellous book in 1995 in which she quoted Hendrix as saying that Mrs Etchingham was a girl ‘who will cheat and lie for money’.

Matters moved up to a whole new level two days later when Monika was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes Benz near her home in Seaford, East Sussex. The verdict was one of suicide.

 

The media’s reaction after Monika’s death were extraordinary. Was there any sympathy shown towards Monika? Not at all – a load more abuse was heaped upon her.

On 6 April 6, 1996, The Daily Mail published a deeply unpleasant article by Edward Verity:

‘The death of 50-year-old Monika Danneman, the guitar hero’s `fiancee’, in a fume-filled car brings to an end half a lifetime of pointless fretting and grieving over a man who, if the truth be told, she hardly knew. For Kathy Etchingham, another former Hendrix girlfriend and Monika’s rival in this week’s High Court case, it means the painful reopening of old wounds at a time when she should have been celebrating her legal victory. The story of Jimi, Monika and Kathy is an extraordinary saga of obsession, jealousy, love, Swinging Sixties excess and wasted life…Monika’s version of events – long disputed by Kathy and many Hendrix fans – was given…at the inquest…The German-born blonde told how Hendrix, to whom she had been engaged for two years, came to stay at her West London flat four days before his death.

On their last day together, they took photographs and went shopping before she cooked spaghetti bolognese for dinner and opened a bottle of white wine.`There was no arguing or stress. We were talking and listening to music,’ she said. After helping with the washing up and writing his last song, Hendrix decided he wanted to go to a party on his own. Monika dutifully drove him, returning at 2.30 am to collect him. The following day she woke at 10.20 am and wanted some cigarettes. `But as Jimi did not like me going out without me telling him, I looked to see if he was awake. He was sleeping normally. Just before I was about to go out I glanced at him again and realised he was ill. I tried to wake up but I couldn’t. Then I saw he had been taking some of my sleeping tablets. He must have taken them shortly after I started to fall asleep.’

Verity continues:

‘Monika’s story is that Hendrix died at 12.45 pm that day, shortly after being admitted to hospital. She told the inquest she had never known the guitarist take hard drugs, although he had admitted trying them. `He was never sad or depressed when he was with me,’ she concluded. A verdict of accidental death was recorded and Monika stuck rigidly to her story ever afterwards, even hiring her own private investigator at one stage to prove she did all she could to save him. `What I said at the inquest is exactly what happened,’ she told the Mail in December 1993 after we revealed Scotland Yard was reopening its investigation into Hendrix’s death. `The police will find that out. There are some people who are trying to reinvent Jimi’s death. But the fact is he died accidentally. Naturally I will never forget that night, but I have nothing to hide. What certain people are saying about Jimi’s death and about me is not nice.’

 

So Monika seems to have been defending herself from accusations that she had been responsible for Hendrix’s death – she felt such pressure that she had even resorted to hiring a private detective to defend her position. Her comments to the Mail in 1993 seem to be quite restrained in view of the allegations that were levelled at her (some people alleged that she poisoned Hendrix). The harshest that Monika gets is to state that what some people were saying about her ‘is not nice’. If someone accused me of murder, I’d be a lot ruder about them than that.

Yet The Mail took this as a declaration of war: ‘The latter was, of course, an implicit attack on Kathy, now 49 and married to Dr Nicholas Page and living in a £400,000 detached house in Surrey surrounded by woodland. This mutual enmity is hardly surprising. For the two leading women in Hendrix’s life were as different as their contrasting versions of his death.’

We’re on familiar Daily Mail territory here – the middle aged and middle class, the alleged value of the house provided (in Surrey as well) along with the info that it’s next to a nice woods. Probably with Tufty resident among the trees.

Whereas the deceased Monika was ‘pinched and fragile with a hippy fringe and a cascade of Born Unblonde curls’ who ‘lived like a recluse in a thatched cottage on the South Coast which she turned into a shrine to her lost love. Her paintings of Hendrix, depicted as a young god come to earth, stared down from every wall.’

But by Daily Mail standards, doesn’t a thatched cottage on the south coast usually win hands down over a Surrey house next to someone else’s woodland? Perhaps not, if there are paintings of Hendrix inside the thatched cottage and the owner of the cottage uses the wrong brand of hair-dye.

Even the more liberal Indie couldn’t resist putting the boot into the dead Monika. An article by Mary Braid on 30 April 1996 told readers that:

‘…most press reports concluded that [Monika’s] death brought to an end a 26-year catfight. Dannemann, 50, was found dead in her fume-filled Mercedes after being found guilty of contempt of court for repeating a libel against a 49-year- old Surrey doctor’s wife…the story is more than a lifetime of eye-scratching. It is the tale of the creation of a rock ‘n’ roll myth and of the woman who built her life upon it and felt compelled to bow out when the elaborate, artificial edifice began to crumble around her….To Dannemann, [Hendrix] was not just the world’s most gifted guitarist. She considered him a prophet…She claims she soon left Germany and her job as an ice-skating teacher to follow Jimi to London. She has always claimed – despite contrary evidence – that an 18-month relationship and engagement followed. What no one can deny is that she was with him the night he choked to death on his own vomit’.

Braid geared up even more:

‘she was for ever the focus for suspicions surrounding the circumstances of Hendrix’s death. Some said she delayed calling an ambulance; a few even claimed she poisoned him. After Jimi died, Dannemann made a career of being Hendrix’s fiancee. Endless newspaper, documentary and book interviews followed with spreads in Hello! magazine at her home in Seaford, Sussex (a veritable shrine to Hendrix), and with Hendrix’s family in Seattle, as well as guest appearances at Hendrix conventions’.

Mary Braid then let’s us know who the real partner of Hendrix was and it wasn’t the deluded old slapper who, interestingly, was obviously accepted by Hendrix’s family and fans:

‘In Dannemann’s lifelong homage to Hendrix, Etchingham was always the party-pooper. Hendrix had lived with Etchingham in the late Sixties. Their relationship lasted for almost three years. He was still involved with her when Dannemann claims their love affair began. Etchingham’s mere existence was annoyance enough. But her very different view of Hendrix – troubled booze and drug-abusing man rather than serene, spiritual, drug- free demi-God – no doubt irked Dannemann more…the contrast between the women was stark – Dannemann with her Marianne Faithful fringe, a grotesque superannuated hippy chick versus Etchingham with the sleek Nineties bob and the executive suit. While Dannemann’s life seemed to freeze on the day Hendrix died, Kathy, a mother of two, had had the sense to let the Sixties go.’

Monika’s fringe obviously caused as much trouble as F’s hat. Why ever would one attribute sanity or credibility to a woman with a fringe if she was pitched against a woman with ‘a sleek Nineties bob’ and an ‘executive suit’?

I hope that the Daily Mail don’t ever write an article about me, they’re going to find me seriously wanting.

Mary Braidy does realise that Monika’s husband was seriously pissed off with the media coverage of his late wife: ‘Uli John Roth, who lived with Dannemann for 17 years, seethes at how the newspapers depicted Dannemann as timewarp woman. “I’m speaking up for Monika because she was never very good at speaking up for herself,” he says.

Well she wasn’t a Top Doctor’s wife mouthing off to the Daily Mail and demanding that people should be imprisoned – people who of course are sad and mad and can’t be believed but nonetheless need to be imprisoned.

Where have I encountered such logic before?

Uli Roth took the view that Monika was in a rather better position that the Top Doc’s wife in possession of the sleek Nineties bob where having knowledge of Hendrix before he died was concerned: ‘She was involved with him during the last 18 months when he went through a lot of emotional and spiritual changes…There was no one that he told as much to as he told Dannemann. And that made some people very, very jealous. He was not the psychedelic bubblehead guitar player as portrayed’.

Uli had also stated that he believed that foul play may well have been involved in Monika’s death, despite the verdict of suicide.

We are not provided with a description of Uli’s hairstyle or clothes, so we don’t know how believable he is.

 

It gets better. Not only is the dead nearly-imprisoned Monika nuts, but Kathy is the real victim. Mary Braid explains:

‘At her luxury home in the Surrey countryside, Kathy Etchingham answers her front door accompanied by a huge dog. She peeps out as if looking for trouble. Someone has phoned that morning accusing her of murdering Dannemann. Her large homely kitchen seems a world away from Jimi Hendrix and the far-out, blow your mind, psychedelic Sixties. There are no portraits of Jimi. Today, she is trying to rescue her 18-year-old son from Japan where he has run out of money and she is waiting for her husband, Nick, to get home from work.’

So Kathy is holed up in her country house, equipped with a drug dealer’s dog (Dafydd had a Doberman) and no doubt other security measures. Although Kathy was ‘delighted’ to have won the High Court case against the mad, sad Monika, she’s not gloating:

‘Etchingham has said little since the suicide out of respect for Dannemann’s family. But she says she does not blame herself. She could not allow Dannemann to go on repeating the libel that she was a liar and that she stole from Jimi. The Hendrix scene, she says, has its share of crazies. Dannemann’s accusations were putting her life at risk.’

 

How Monika’s accusations were putting Kathy’s life at risk was not explained. If I knew that someone who had had a relationship with the same man as me 26 yrs ago was preserved in aspic and enjoyed chatting about old times and flogging pictures of the former partner and I prided myself on my luxury house, my sleek Nineties bob and having ‘moved on’, I’m not sure that I’d bother to try to have her imprisoned even if she had published a book calling me a liar. I don’t think I’d be that concerned, especially if I was dismissing everyone from those times as ‘crazies’.

 

Once again, readers were reminded of Kathy’s superior qualities: ‘Etchingham is still remarkably girlish; with cheekbones to kill for’.

If readers seek out a photo of Kathy from this time, they will see a middle-aged woman with a boring hairstyle, not evidence of cheekbones capable of incitement to murder.

Kathy ‘was a 23-year-old hairdresser when she dated Jimi. She was another person in another time and she seldom thinks of Jimi these days, she claims. But you wonder. Because even here the past still has its pull. She cared enough to spend three years in the early Nineties investigating the circumstances surrounding Jimi Hendrix’s death. She criticised Dannemann’s account of Jimi’s death for its “inconsistencies”. And her 34-page dossier resulted in Scotland Yard reopening the case, although it was subsequently dropped.’

 

For someone who in no way thinks of herself and her value in terms of her status as Hendrix’s former girlfriend, Kathy certainly pushed the boat out. She even got Scotland Yard to re-investigate his death. So who was Kathy accusing of what?

Kathy retained a healthy interest in Hendrix after Monika’s death. She led a campaign to persuade English Heritage to place a Blue Plaque on the Mayfair flat which she and Hendrix shared – the Plaque was erected in 1997. Because, of course ‘she cared’.

In 1998 Kathy published a book about her life with Hendrix.

Er – this is a woman who has ‘moved on?’

 

After Monika’s death, Kathy told the media that ‘she only got involved in the whole Hendrix business in the early Nineties’.

So what was all that about a 26 yr long spat with Monika, who was such a pain in the bum that she needed jailing?

Kathy explained: ‘I don’t like history being altered’…it’s not right that anyone should change the character and essence of a person. Jimi was a really nice bloke but he was not a prophet…At the end he was a man who had lost his way. If you look at the footage of the final concerts you can see what LSD and cocaine do.’ Kathy believed that ‘the court case was the final blow to Dannemann’s lifelong deception’. ‘The court case established once and for all that she was not Jimi’s girlfriend’, Kathy was quoted as saying, ‘Everything was beginning to catch up with her’.

 

I’m not sure how a court case can establish whether someone had been in a relationship with someone else or not – was Mr Justice French resident in Hendrix’s bedroom at the time? I think that it might have been the non-stop denigration from the world’s media, the accusations that Monika was a murderer and Kathy’s attempt to imprison her that might have caught up with Monika.

 

Monika had received quite a kicking by the time that she was found dead. In Feb 1996, an American music magazine ‘cast doubt’ on her version of events on the night that Hendrix died and on her claims to have had a relationship with him. A hour-long documentary on Radio 4 broadcast at about the same time ‘was just as sceptical’ and a new film was ‘expected to add to the doubt’. To Steve Rodham, editor of Jimpress, a Hendrix fanzine, Monika’s life was a life wasted: ‘I think she really did believe she was Jimi’s girlfriend although there was no real evidence… Jimi was just a guitar player. If he was alive, he would have laughed his socks off about all this. He liked women, but the music always came first’.

So presumably his music was prioritised over Kathy as well…

I have discussed in detail in previous posts how the most distressing things happening to kids in care or psych patients were ignored by the professional classes or simply dismissed out of hand if anyone made a formal complaint. It was as a result of this that Dafydd and the paedophiles were able to commit such serious offences. An excellent example of professional attitudes was illustrated by an anecdote that a man who was friends with F told me.
This man lived in Bethesda but he wasn’t local. He had moved to Bethesda in about 1988 from London – he lived in a street near F. This man was, like F, ‘a known schizophrenic’ who was neglected appallingly by the Bethesda GPs. The bus that used to run between Bethesda and Bangor in the 1980s and 1990s was a very friendly bus and I heard many interesting things on that bus. One day the neighbour of F’s told me how they had become such good mates. They had both been into Bangor for groceries and as they got off the bus in Bethesda and were walking up the hill, F’s neighbour from London – who had never spoken to F before – said to F ‘God this hill will be the death of me’. So F put on a pirate’s voice – which he was regularly doing at that time – and said for a laugh ‘I’ll tell you what’ll be the death of you. It won’t be this hill, it’ll be when I slit your gizzards’. F then went into his house, completely oblivious that the man from London was terrified.
No residents of Bethesda knew at the time, but the man from London had been violently attacked in London and seriously injured and had also experienced very serious abuse at the hands of a psychiatric hospital in London, so he was a wary man. The Bethesda police however did know about this. The man from London told me that he sat in his house after the pirate incident thinking ‘bloody hell, what if he does it? He could come over and kill me’. The man from London got so worried that he went down to Bethesda Police Station and told them. The Bethesda police then went to see F and F explained that it was a joke, of course he wasn’t going to slit anyone’s gizzards and F did a demo of the pirate’s voice for the policeman.
According to the man from London, the Bethesda police then went to see him, said that they’d spoken to F and told the man from London ‘he’s completely mad and there’s nothing that we can do about him’.
The man from London spent the next few days in a state of terror. Another neighbour found out what was going on and told F. So when F saw the man from London sitting on a chair out the front on the next sunny day, F went up to the man from London, gave him a flower and related anecdotes about peace protesting hippies sticking flowers in the barrels of guns and reassured him that he really was not about to be murdered.
This story caused a certain amount of entertainment, but it was attitudes like this that enabled a people trafficking gang run by local Top Doctors to rip through north Wales for years and to even kill witnesses.
It was a PC from Bethesda Police Station who knew that F had been thumped by a Sgt in the loo when he was arrested and framed as I described above. In spite of all that had happened to him, F was very extrovert and friendly and I witnessed him cheerily chatting to a PC from Bethesda and saying ‘you remember that Sgt hitting me don’t you, you were the one who was there’. The PC looked a bit embarrassed and shuffled about uncomfortably. One wonders what else that PC had witnessed.
Vulnerable people were regularly harassed, threatened, assaulted, robbed, molested, made homeless and it was very often employees of the ‘services’ that did this. It was all just completely ignored. What happened to kids in care and psych patients just did not matter, even when they were found dead.

 

In about 1996 as the staff of the Hergest Unit was sinking amongst the chaos and dysfunction yet were maintaining their delusion that the mental health services in Gwynedd were ‘among the best in Europe’, a man from outside of the area heard many personal accounts of the activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles. An Angel who was doing a PhD with Manchester University arrived to conduct research with Hergest patients regarding treating severe mental illness ‘by talking interventions’. A number of ‘schizophrenics’ were asked if they would like to ‘talk’ to this Angel. That Angel must have had quite a surprise, because at least three of the nutters who had been selected for ‘taking treatment’ had been victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles and they will have said something about this to him.

It was a real laugh because F was selected for talking treatment. Interestingly enough F was asked by Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) if he’d like to talk about Hendrix to the Angel. F of course said yes because he loved talking about Hendrix. However when F met the Angel F asked him what his research was about. The Angel told F that he would interview F, then F would be given ‘therapy’ and then he would re-interview F in a couple of months time and if F’s beliefs had changed, then the Angel knew that the therapy had worked. Whereupon F told the Angel ‘well you are therefore assuming that I am wrong and you are right so I’m not going to bother to talk to you’ and left the room.

F later said to me ‘I’m fucking sick of this lot telling me that Hendrix wasn’t murdered when I know that he was’.

1996. Kathy Etchingham. Monika. The Waterhouse Inquiry.

Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit, later became very irked when F told him that he would never speak to anyone about Hendrix again. Then Dr Bob Tresman had a go and said to F ‘are you really telling us that people’s lives are at risk if you talk about Hendrix?’, to which F replied ‘yes’.

 

Before he relocated to north Wales, Tony Francis worked at Manchester alongside Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson, who had been concealing Dafydd’s wrongdoing for years (see post ‘The Mentor’). Whilst at Manchester, Francis worked with Professor Ian Brocklehurst’s team – Brocklehurst then took up a Chair alongside Robert Bluglass and the other paedophiles’ friends at Birmingham University (see post ‘Ian Brocklehurst’s Mischief’).

 

One of the defences of Dafydd mounted by the drips at the Hergest Unit was that as well as ‘helping drug addicts’, Dafydd was ‘good at getting people Army pensions’. I described in my post ‘A Very Bad PR Man’ how I found out that Dafydd was somehow securing Army pensions for people who had been thrown out of the Army in disgrace. I only gained documentary evidence of this recently, but I knew that Dafydd was doing some rather strange things in relation to Army pensions years ago in the 1990s, as a result of a jolly little joke that F played on Dafydd.

F had also become suspicious of Dafydd’s ability to secure Army pensions for the most unlikely of people. So one evening F rang Dafydd, claiming to be a Brigadier with a brother who was a Colonel, who were both in need of Army pensions. Furthermore to add to the fun, the Col suffered from Tourette’s syndrome, the particular symptoms of which were that the Col burst into loud laughter every time that Dafydd actually said anything. Dafydd had been so highly recommended to the Brigadier and the Col by an unidentified person who had heard about Dafydd’s unrivalled clinical skills, that the Brigadier and the Col had come straight up from Aldershot to seek him out. They were staying in a B&B in Holyhead and ringing Dafydd from a public phone box.

The Col rang first. Dafydd answered and of course the Col pissed himself laughing. Dafydd slammed the phone down. So then the Brigadier rang. The Brigadier explained to Dafydd about his brother’s Tourette’s and apologised to Dafydd – the Brigadier had told his brother not to ring Dafydd, but the Col had rushed out of the room, down to the phone box and had rung Dafydd. Then the Col had returned in tears because Dafydd had hung up on him. The Brigadier told Dafydd that the Col had developed Tourette’s after serving in the Falklands – the Col was suffering from PTSD and had not been the same since Goose Green. Dafydd replied ‘interesting, interesting’. The Brigadier told Dafydd that they were desperate for help, that ‘money was no object’ and that what they really wanted was Army pensions. Dafydd responded that would be no problem at all and ‘I’m here for you and your brother’.

However the wicked old bugger Dafydd never apologised for making the Col cry.

There was a lot of background racket whilst the Brigadier was on the phone to Dafydd and Dafydd apologised and explained that he had an S4C film crew there, but he really did want to help the Brigadier and the Col. Dafydd then asked the Brigadier for his phone number so that he could ring him back once S4C had finished. F of course was in the phone box at Rachub and couldn’t give Dafydd a number, so F made a number up and the conversation continued. Then Dafydd asked for the Brigadier’s number again – on the grounds that ‘I’ve had nuisance phone calls rather similar to this one’. At which point F observed that no he hadn’t, the others were completely different and rung off.

To quote Tom Jones when he sung ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there, laughing’. Actually I was in hysterics, I could not believe what I was hearing.

Since F’s bit of fun that evening, I have wondered and wondered who on earth was rubber stamping all those Army pensions on the basis of Dafydd’s ‘assessments’.

I think that I might have found out who it was.

From 1996-2005 Professor Sir Mansel Aylward was Chief Medical Adviser, Medical Director and Chief Scientist of the DWP and Chief Medical Adviser and Head of Profession at the Veteran’s Agency, MoD. He was on the board of the Benefits Agency Medical Service in the 1990s.

So Mansel, why did you ever take the word of a complete idiot involved in serious crime whilst you were dishing out the Army pensions? An idiot who clearly knew nothing about Tourette’s, PTSD, Goose Green or indeed anything else, but who was ready and willing as soon as he heard the magic words ‘money is no object’?

And whilst you’re about it Mansel, the Col still wants an apology after Dafydd made him cry.

Mansel assumed responsibility for Army pensions in 1996, which was the year after Dafydd ‘retired’ and the North Wales Hospital ‘closed down’, although neither of those things happened.

 

Professor Sir Mansel Aylward is now Director of the Centre for Psychosocial Research, Occupational and Physician Health at Cardiff University School of Medicine. He bagged his K in the 2010 New Year Honours and was made a Freeman of the Borough of Merthyr Tydfil in 2013.

Mansel is Chair of Public Health Wales, which as explained in my post ‘The International Language of Screaming’, is a receptacle for paedophiles’ friends who have been kicked out of everywhere but whom no-one dares turn loose because of the dirt that they have on everyone else.

 

So how did Meri Huws manage to land so many senior jobs when she was a drunken harpie who didn’t know her arse from her elbow?

 

Aylward’s wife Angela was involved in setting up a company called Mediprobe, trading under the name Nationwide Medical Examination Advisory Service Ltd., which arranged for the agency’s doctors to work for insurance companies. Mansel was involved in the establishment of the Work Capability Assessment test. When he left the DWP, he headed the UnumProvident Centre for Psychosocial and Disability Research, at Cardiff University.

Aylward has been criticized for giving academic credibility to the biopsychosocial model, which was said to be the basis of the Cameron’s Gov’ts disability benefits crackdown.

I think that Angel from Manchester University who heard so much about a gang of sex offenders from the Hergest patients more than 20 years ago was working on the assumption of a ‘biopsychosocial model’. It was certainly easier than admitting that gangsters were running the public services.

Mansel is Chair of the Advisory Board of HCML, a ‘provider of rehabilitation and case management services to insurance companies and the corporate sector’ and Chair of the Bevan Commission, a group of international experts who advise the Welsh Gov’t Minister for Health and Social Services.

 

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Yesterday a promotional e mail arrived in my inbox concerning a book that the University of Wales Press thinks that I might like to purchase. I don’t think that I’ll bother, because it was my idea that was plagiarised in order to write this book – I met the author when I was still working at Bangor University and I have not forgotten her.

At the time I was interested in publishing on the role of Nonconformism on the identity of women in Wales in the 19th and 20th centuries. I was building up a reputation for publishing on new analyses of gendered identity in the recent history of Wales at the time and Brown and me were the only people doing anything like this. I had recently had a bad experience when someone else at Bangor University plagiarised my work, successfully submitted it to a grant funding body and gave the dosh to her PhD student – who had failed his PhD as a result of her appalling supervision, was having to resubmit and needed a salary whilst he rewrote – and friendlier colleagues had told me not to discuss any of my work within this woman’s earshot again.

So I was a little cautious when I received a phone call from a vicar who was trying to build an academic career as well telling me that she was working on the gendered identity of Welsh women with an emphasis on the role played by Nonconformism. Because that was exactly what I was just developing and I knew that there was bugger all published about it. However she asked if she could meet me so I sad yes. It was an interesting meeting.

This vicar claimed to have a PhD in gender theory but she didn’t seem to know anything about gender theory. Neither did she know anything about previous work on gendered identity. She was a female vicar whose idea of an interest in gender theory was, well, being a female vicar. I am sure that it would be possible to publish some very interesting work on the experience of female vicars in the Church in Wales, but I don’t think that she was going to. She then asked if she could read my data – after having asked me for elementary advice on how to collect such data. By now alarm bells were ringing loudly. Then she dropped the bomb – she was a friend of Delyth Morris.

The dreadful Dr Delyth Morris aka Duckula was a legend at Bangor University. She lied, she cheated, she plagiarised, she bullied. It was Duckula who had plagiarised my previous idea and used the resulting funding to pay the salary of the PhD student whom she had let down so badly whilst he rewrote and resubmitted.

At this point I told the ignoramus of a vicar that I would not be releasing any of my data, particularly to someone who had been sent in my direction by Duckula.

The vicar has now – YEARS later – written the book that Duckula was obviously told that I was planning, because that is the book that UWP are offering to sell me ie. ‘Women, Identity and Religion in Wales’ by Manon Ceridwen James.

Manon: after you paid me a visit with the intention of stealing my data as well as my idea, I spoke to a friend who is a sociologist of religion who knows you. He told me that you are a bloody nightmare and that I really should give you a very wide berth if you ever contacted me again.

 

This is not the first time that I have seen an idea of mine and Brown’s on sale by UWP. Just before I left Bangor, I e mailed a number of literature scholars in Swansea and Aberystwyth Universities and invited them to join the Madness and Literature Network which Brown established, explaining that we were interested in publishing some work in this field about women in Wales because there was no Welsh scholarship in this area. I heard nothing from any of them. So imagine my surprise when three years ago I was walking through Aberystwyth and there staring at me out of a bookshop window was a book written by one of those whom I e mailed with a remarkably similar title to the sort of suggestions that I made in my e mail. I had a quick look through the book and it was not that impressive. I told a former senior colleague from Bangor about my discovery and I observed that it wasn’t even a very good book, I don’t know why they bothered. To which my former colleague replied ‘well SHE won’t know that her book’s no good’.

No, she won’t. Like Duckula and Manon, she’s not very bright, she doesn’t know her stuff but she did hear that Brown and Baker had some good ideas so she stole them.

 

Manon Ceridwen James is certainly networked with the best. The book comes highly recommended by one Emeritus Professor Densil Morgan of the University of Wales Trinity St David. Densil and his toadies were ejected from the Bangor University School of Theology some years ago as a parting gift for the Oppressed from the VC just before he retired. How thankful so many people were for that after the Great Terror of Densil and his partner in crime Catrin Haf, a Great Terror that had persisted for years and ruined the life of many a colleague and student. Densil and Catrin sought sanctuary at Trinity St David’s and since their arrival most of the originals at the Theology Dept at Trinity St David’s have found jobs elsewhere. See my post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ for the story of Densil and Catrin Haf, their many victims and Densil’s admiration for the forefathers of the paedophiles’ friends.

The flyer for Manon’s book tells me that Manon is the Director of Ministry for the diocese of St Asaph, Church in Wales and Honorary Canon of St Asaph Cathedral.

Manon will have learnt a few things if she’s working at St Asaph Cathedral. Such as the activities of Hugh Davies, the choirmaster and organist at St Asaph Cathedral, 1985-98, who was later imprisoned for the possession of child porn. One of Davies’s former pupils killed himself after alleging that Davies had sexually abused him. Perhaps Manon also knows the prodigious son of Geoff, the former landlord of the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda. I can’t remember the name of  Geoff’s son, but he won a scholarship to Eton on the basis of his musical talents – playing the organ no less – and was featured on TV. It was in the mid-1990s, at the time of the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales, at the same time as all those other talented youngsters were discovered whose families were facilitating the paedophile ring which everybody maintained did not exist.

Geoff knew a lot about corruption among professional people in north Wales. Geoff was a magistrate and a corrupt copper who arrested me in London in 1991 after the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales had perjured themselves, told me that he used to be stationed in north Wales and that he and his mates enjoyed themselves chucking local Bethesda boys in Llyn Ogwen after giving them a kicking and ‘if Geoff was on the bench we knew that we’d be OK’. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

What that copper didn’t know as he did his Life On Mars bit to impress a Bird, was that this particular bird knew that his crimes were rather more serious than just chucking the local teenagers into the lake for a dip to wash away the blood. I remember local young men being found dead in Llyn Ogwen after having ‘drowned whilst midnight swimming when drunk’. Local boys didn’t go swimming in Llyn Ogwen – the outdoor crowd did, but not those young men from Bethesda. Llyn Ogwen is several miles up the valley, it is cold and wet in winter and not many of the young working class men in Bethesda who were being beaten up by Geoff’s mates in the police took part in outdoor pursuits.

 

One of Geoff’s regulars who could be seen in the Douglas virtually every evening was Dr Bob Tresman, a psychiatrist who worked at the Hergest Unit.

 

When my friend warned me about Manon Ceridwen, I am fairly sure that he told me that she had previously been the curate or vicar in Llanllechid. There was a curate or vicar in Llanllechid back in the 1990s called Manon, because I knew someone who had an encounter with her who was seriously unimpressed. Someone I knew in Rachub found Satanic graffiti on the inside of a building in the village and became very concerned. I took the view that it was probably teenagers messing around but this person maintained that there are some odd people on this earth and that it would be worth finding out what had been going on. The building with the Satanic graffiti was just three doors down from a man who was not only dealing in class A drugs but was also sexually exploiting local women on a very big scale and had a keen interest in Black Magic and Aleister Crowley, although that particular man was capable of causing quite enough damage without summoning up assistance from Satan.

The resident of Rachub who found the Satanic graffiti decided to contact the local vicar – a new female vicar called Manon. He told her of his concerns and she didn’t share them. He then explained that just doors away from the Satanic graffiti lived a man with highly problematic behaviour who also dealt in class A drugs. Manon told the caller that she really wasn’t interested in hearing about Satanic graffiti because she wasn’t a painter and decorator. No, but she was a member of the clergy of the Church in Wales and some of her colleagues had been involved with perpetrating and concealing child sexual abuse.

I am not entirely sure if the Manon who came to steal my data was the same Manon who wasn’t a painter and decorater, but Manon Ceridwen James’s mate Duckula the Plagiarist knows a great deal about the paedophile ring which operated in north Wales, because before Duckula was an academic who didn’t understand or take an interest in academic work (Duckula memorably told me that ‘Althussar was just a load of old rubbish really’ – OK Duckula, we’ll forget about him then), Duckula was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council…

Duckula was certainly a woman of contradictions. Duckula particularly hated the English owners of second homes in north Wales and was delighted when her daughter Gillian – Daughter of Duckula – struck up a romantic relationship with one of the few people in north Wales who did serve a prison sentence for offences involving bombs. So Duckula was keeping it very quiet indeed that she owned a second home in France. Duckula had much previous which impacted upon her role as a magistrate in Holyhead, particularly the bribery and corruption previous…

 

It might be worth me breaking my silence here regarding the man who benefited from the salary that Duckula raised by plagiarising my idea. I was told by another PhD student that the young man concerned knew that Duckula had nicked my work to raise a salary for him and was worried lest I found out. I had found out, but I took the view that it was Duckula who had plagiarised my work not him and I wasn’t going to blame a PhD student who was having to rewrite his thesis because of Duckula’s gross incompetence. In fact it was the English speaking sociologists in Bangor – including me – who helped Duckula’s victim rewrite and resubmit his thesis, whilst he lived on the salary raised by the theft of my idea. The young man subsequently obtained his PhD and then landed a full time well paid Welsh medium lecturing post at Bangor, on a special scheme which reserved jobs for Welsh speakers. I don’t have a problem with such schemes because there is a shortage of Welsh speaking academics in many subjects and I believe that minority languages are worth keeping alive.

What I did have a problem with was hearing that some months after I and the other English speaking academics had saved this young man’s career, he had told an outstanding young Polish academic that she shouldn’t be in her job because jobs at Bangor should be reserved for Welsh people.

Dr Cynog Prys needs to remember – before he leads a rendering of ‘Tomorrow Belongs To Me’ – that it was thanks to one of the leading lights in Welsh medium education at Bangor that he failed his fucking PhD and it was only the Englishers who offered to help him after that disaster.

Cynog’s uncle was Chief Exec of the Welsh Language Board and his dad is a retired social worker…

Should Cynog or Manon or anyone else who has to plagiarise other people’s ideas to get by wish to steal anymore of my work, they should feel free to publish extracts from this blog wherever they feel like. How about sharing it with your dad’s former colleagues then Cynog?

 

The bumph that was sent to me promoting Manon Ceridwen’s volume was accompanied by some free PR for the R.S. Thomas Centre at Bangor University. I always marvel at the irony of Bangor University housing the R.S. Thomas Centre, because although R.S. Thomas was a UCNW graduate, his diaries show that he had a very low opinion of his fellow students at UCNW and made notes about them being a bunch of Welsh plebs. As an older man, R.S. Thomas reinvented himself as a ‘Welsh nationalist’ who took a Cynog world view that the English should not be settling in Wales. R.S. Thomas was a very bad tempered vicar who spent his later years living at Rhiw and who revelled in pretending not to be able to speak English when he met English tourists who had got lost. He did not speak Welsh when he was young, he spoke English with a very plummy accent and for a long while was a vicar in I think Shropshire, but reinvented himself as Welsh later in life. He had one son who emigrated to the Far East and who didn’t seem to like his father very much.

The man in charge of the R.S. Thomas Centre is Professor Tony Brown, a retired member of staff from the School of English. Tony Brown is one of the dwindling number of former members of staff still alive who worked at UCNW when it was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends and for their own benefit, when a major branch of the trafficking gang was working via the Student Health Centre.

Tony Brown was a colleague of Dave Nunn, the lecturer who became a Hergest patient in the 1990s after he had a breakdown. The Dave Nunn who disappeared after he told some Top Doctors who had intentions of sectioning him that he had read the farcical High Court injunction that Dafydd had served on me…

Would Tony Brown like to tell us all why the paedophiles’ friends targeted Dave Nunn?

 

The Welsh media are reporting that Tawel Fan, the ward at the centre of the scandal involving the serious abuse of EMI patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd may be demolished and many millions are to be spent on a new building. So the Betsi have identified the usual source of blame after yet another scandal involving the abuse of vulnerable people – it was the fault of the building. The abuse of patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was going to stop when the patients were moved into a new building. The abuse of patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd was going to stop when the brand new up to the minute Hergest Unit was built. For the last few years the abuse, neglect and deaths of the patients at Hergest have been blamed on that terrible building that was never any good from the day one. Which is weird, Cos I Was There and the staff were really proud of that building – the patients were given tours of it before it officially opened.

I’m not sure how many times I need to repeat this. It is not buildings that neglect and abuse patients. It is not buildings that forge documents, perjure themselves in order to secure convictions against patients who have complained or throw firebombs into other buildings to kill witnesses. It is criminals and as long as the ‘services’ are run by the remnants of a sex trafficking gang and their friends, relatives and descendants, people will continue to be abused.

 

Meanwhile, the Guardian is reporting once more on the thousands of Angels who have been attacked by Dangerous Psychiatric Patients. Oh well, people in the NHS unions are obviously reading this blog, so I should take it as a compliment.

More blog posts coming soon BMA, RCN, UNISON, UNITE et al…

 

 

 

The International Language Of Screaming

My post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ detailed the backgrounds of Lord Max Beloff and some of his family. Max was the father of Cherie and Tony’s mate Michael Beloff QC, who was the legal advisor for Municipal Mutual, the insurers for Clwyd County Council throughout the years whilst children in the care of Clwyd were severely abused. It was Michael Beloff’s advice which resulted in the 1996 Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd being witheld from absolutely everyone but the Council’s insurers and lawyers for decades. Even Clwyd County Councillors themselves were not permitted to read the report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’).

Max Beloff had previously provided a glowing endorsement of a book written by Ioan Bowen Rees, who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd Council Council whilst the paedophile gang operated in children’s homes across Gwynedd and Clwyd. Ioan was the boss of Gwynedd’s Director of Social Services, Lucille Hughes – Lucille was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mistress.

 

I decided to do a bit more research into Max Beloff and his contacts because Max was involved with some of the right wing gurus of the 1970s and 80s who influenced and advised Thatcher. In the 1980s someone who was plugged into at least part of that network worked at UCNW (Bangor University), a agricultural economist, Professor Richard Howarth. I met a young relative of Richard Howarth’s once – at a bus stop in Menia Bridge, in about 1982 – and she told me that he was having meetings with Thatcher.

Richard Howath worked in the Agriculture Dept, which must have been the most dysfunctional Dept in UCNW. There was a constant supply of students approaching the university authorities requesting to change course. One of the lecturers – Gordon Farley – was the most ridiculous old sexual harasser who could be imagined and had been removed from his post as a warden of a student hall of residence because of the hair-raising stories that were circulating about him. There were frightening anecdotes from former students of having been forced out of the university as a result of vendettas from staff in the Agriculture Dept and the Prof of Agriculture was a complete incompetent called J.B. Owen who very obviously should not have been in his job. I was told many years later that Owen’s family had provided the money which had established the Dept and that was the only reason why he was ever given his job. Mary Wynch had worked as a secretary in the Agric Dept before Dafydd unlawfully imprisoned her. Mary became headline news after she won her case against Dafydd, but no-one from that Dept supported her. I have always wondered what Mary found out about JB Owen et al, particularly as I was told repeatedly that he was a deeply unpleasant man and there had been many victims…

For details of the horrors and stupidities of the Agri Dept and JB Owen, see post ‘Not Seen Since the 80s – Carwyn’.

One of the UCNW students mentioned in my post ‘Just A Language Divide?’ who took up a job in the US after graduation – which seemed to have been arranged for her by the corrupt GP in the Student Health Centre, Dr DGE Wood and his wife, who was a senior lecturer in UCNW, after this young woman found out about the corruption in the North Wales Police – also knew about much wrongdoing in the Agri Dept. Unlike some people who were forced abroad by Wood et al into not very desirable jobs, this young woman landed a very good deal in a US university, despite her not having shown much interest in academic work. Her father was an Editor on the Daily Telegraph. The staff of the Student Health Centre knew about this because they made a reference to it one day.

Although I wasn’t studying agricultural economics, I took an interest in Richard Howarth’s work because I wondered how someone surrounded by the pillocks in the Agri Dept had found himself dining with Thatch. Howarth did actually have academic interests unlike a number of his colleagues – many of whom seemed to be simply mates of JB Owen’s – but it was all very standard 1980s Thatcherite stuff, recommending Adam Smith etc.

At one point Howarth looked as though he was going to be very influential. It became known that his group were the only people in the Agri Dept with any life in them and he appeared in the London-based press a few times. A few years after I graduated, I was told that one of Howarth’s team, Terry Thomas, was much in demand in high places and was nipping over to Europe as an advisor.

Things then died a death quite suddenly. Howarth disappeared from the University and a piece appeared in Private Eye, alleging that he had been driven out of north west Wales by much unpleasantness. The last I heard, Howarth was running a guest house. Years later Terry Thomas made headlines in the local Welsh press after suing the University, alleging that his health and life had been ruined by them.

This may be a coincidence, but it all fell apart after Mary sued Dafydd and at the time that the allegations concerning serious abuse of children in north Wales began surfacing.

My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ mentioned that in 1984-85, Thatcher’s henchman from the UGC, Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, planned to close UCNW down but had his arm twisted into allowing the institution to continue to exist by the PVC of UCNW Prof Alwyn Roberts, who was also a big name in the BBC and S4C. Alwyn Roberts knew that UCNW was run by people facilitating the paedophile gang which was supplying children to Dolphin Square as well as to Thatcher’s friend and aide Sir Peter Morrison and many others.

During the late 1980s and the first few years of the 1990s, Richard Howarth was involved with various right wing and anti-EU groups – then the trail goes cold. Max Beloff was involved with similar groups and might well have known Howarth.

 

One of Max Beloff’s proudest achievements was the establishment of the University of Buckingham, the UK’s first private university.

 

The University of Buckingham was founded as the University College of Buckingham in 1973 – the first students were admitted in 1976. It was granted university status by Royal Charter in 1983.

The University was closely linked to Margaret Thatcher. As Education Secretary she oversaw the creation of the University College in 1973 and as PM she was instrumental in elevating it to a university in 1983. After retiring from politics in 1992, Thatch became the University’s Chancellor, a post she held until 1999.

Lord Hailsham, Quintin Hogg, succeeded Thatch as Chancellor. Hogg was the Tory MP for Oxford, 1938-50 and then for St Marylebone, 1963-70. Hogg was educated at Eton and Christ Church, Oxford. He migrated back and forth between the Commons and the Lords as a consequence of renouncing an hereditary peerage but then gaining a life peerage under Ted Heath. Hogg came from a long line of Hoggs who were all equally offensive. Hogg was a barrister and a keen mountain climber and his career with the Tory Party stretched back into the Pre-Cambrian era. He was First Lord of the Admiralty under Anthony Eden; Lord Privy Seal, Chair of the Tory Party and Lord Privy Seal, Leader of the Lords and Lord President of the Council under Supermac; Education Secretary under Alec Douglas-Home, Shadow Home Secretary under Heath and Lord Chancellor under Thatch. As Lord Chancellor, Hogg was preceded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Elwyn-Jones and succeeded by paedophiles’ friend Lord Michael Havers.

Hogg was disgusted by homosexuality at a time when he will have known that many of his colleagues were molesting underaged boys whilst being protected by the Lord Chancellor. It was Hogg who, after the Argies surrendered, joyfully declared that it was God wot won it for us. Only he said it in Latin, Boris-like, so the journos all had to scamper off to look it up. A case of ‘sane, paululum linguae latinae dico’ (‘sure, I speak a little Latin’), a la Manuel on Fawlty Towers when he stood behind the moose’s head and said ‘I speak English, I learn it from a book’ and gave the Major a shock.

Hogg transmitted the inherited trait to become a Tory Minister onto his son Douglas.

 

Sir Martin Wakefield Jacomb followed Hogg as Chancellor, 1999-10. Jacomb was Chairman of Canary Wharf Group. For details of how Canary Wharf was built upon the corpses of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’. Jacomb was a Vice-Chairman of Kleinwort Benson Ltd, 1976-85, and a Deputy Chairman of Barclays Bank, 1985-93.

Jacomb was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. He was a barrister, 1955-68 and then began his career in business. In 1986 Jacomb described insider trading as a ‘victimless crime’. Obviously in the same way that no-one was really harmed by Dafydd and the paedophiles, they just made it all up to acquire compensation.

According to the University of Buckingham, Jacomb  ‘is a strong believer in the need for universities to be independent of the government’. He has written that if universities are ‘to nurture genuinely free and creative academic research’ and ‘be the guardians of liberty which a free society needs’ they must be independent of Gov’t funding. He maintained that Oxford University should become private in order to avoid an authoritarian Gov’t imposing restrictions on admissions and that Oxford’s academics will only be able to challenge prevailing opinion if they are independent of Gov’t funding. Dependence on Gov’t funding, Jacomb argues, has had disastrous effects on the HE sector in continental Europe.

I too have deep concerns over the way in which the UK’s universities have filled up with not very brave people who daren’t publish anything too critical of the state – it is a massive problem in health and social care research. But somehow I don’t think that the answer is to ensure that the same people end up being frightened of upsetting international financiers.

 

Martin Jacomb was succeeded as Chancellor by Lord Tanlaw aka Simon Mackay. Tanlaw takes a particular interest in the Far East, especially Malaysia. He was a Director of the family firm, Inchape plc, with many business interests in the region from 1967 to the mid-1990s, at which point the Mackay family’s involvement in the company ceased. Lord Tanlaw currently owns Fandstan Electric Group Ltd, a railway and engineering company.

Tanlaw has served as both President and Treasurer of the Sarawek Association and is a member of the Oriental Club, London and White’s. He was a member of the executive committee of the Great Britain-China Centre, 1981-88.

Simon Mackay was the unsuccessful Liberal candidate for Galloway in 1959, and by the late 1960s was joint Treasurer of the Scottish Liberal Party. So he’ll be well acquainted with David Steele and the other Liberals of that era who kept quiet about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’).

Tanlaw received his peerage in 1971. He sat as a crossbencher for many years, then as a Conservative.

Lord Tanlaw resigned as Chancellor of the University of Buckingham in 2013 but I haven’t yet found out why. He was succeeded by Tessa Keswick.

Tessa Keswick aka Lady Tessa Reay is the daughter of an aristocrat. Tessa married another aristocrat, the 14th Lord Reay. Lord Reay owns a substantial country estate in Wiltshire – just like Sir Peter Morrison’s father did. Lord Reay also owns an 18,000 acre shooting estate in the Angus Glens area of East Scotland.

Tessa is now married to Sir Henry Keswick. Sir Henry was educated at Eton and Trinity College, Cambridge and owned The Spectator, 1975-80. Sir Henry is Chairman of Jardine Matheson Holdings Ltd, a company that he joined in 1961. He became a Director in 1967, MD in 1970 and Chairman in 1972. Sir Henry is Vice-Chairman of the Hong Kong Association and a member of the Council of the National Trust. He was previously Chairman of the National Portrait Gallery and a member of The Tablet.

During the 2017 General Election, Sir Henry and Tessa donated a £100k to the Conservative Party.

Sir Martin Jacomb will be delighted to hear how private universities are free of political bias from authoritarian Gov’ts.

The reason that I have blogged about Tessa’s male relatives rather than Tessa is that I can’t actually find much info about Tessa. I’ve found a photo of her but apart from the fact that she is Chancellor of the University of Buckingham, there is not a great deal about her readily available. Which suggests that she might have bagged her job on the strengths of her male relatives.

 

The University of Buckingham’s finances for teaching are derived entirely from direct student fees and endowments: it does not receive state funding, via HEFCE or otherwise. It has formal charity status. 

Some of the founding academics migrated from Oxford University, stating that they were disillusioned with ‘the late-1960s ethos’.

 

One of the founders of the University was John W. Paulley, a Top Doctor who enjoyed writing angry letters to The Times. On 27 May 1967, The Times published a letter from Paulley, who wrote:

‘Is it now time to examine the possibility of creating at least one university in this country on the pattern of [the] great private foundations in the USA.’

Three London conferences followed which, the wiki entry for the University tells us, ‘explored this idea’.

The development of the University of Buckingham was linked to the right wing Institute of Economic Affairs (IEA), in particular to Harry Ferns and Lord Ralph Harris, the heads of the Institute. The University’s foundation-stone was laid by Thatch.

Harris was General Director of the IEA, 1957-88 and then served as Chairman. He was founding President from 1990 until his death in 2006. Harris served on the Council of the University of Buckingham, 1980-95.

Harris was Secretary of the Mont Pelerin Society from 1967 and its President, 1982-84. He was ‘a moving spirit in the Wincott Foundation and the founding of the Social Affairs Unit’. Harris was a founder of the No Turning Back group in 1985. He was chairman of the Bruges Group, 1989-91. He was a director of Murdoch’s Times Newspapers, 1988-01.

Harris helped set up a fighting fund to support Neil Hamilton’s libel actions against the BBC in 1986 and Mohamed Al Fayed in 1999. He was Chairman of Civitas from 2000 and also Chairman and then President of FOREST, the smoker’s rights campaigning group.

 

Max Beloff was the University of Buckingham’s first Vice-Chancellor.

Beloff was succeeded by Sir Alan Peacock, 1980-84, an economist and founder of the Economics Dept at the University of York. Peacock also held posts at the University of St Andrews, the LSE, Edinburgh University and Heriot-Watt University. He was Chief Economic Adviser to the DTI, 1973-76 and a Co-founder and the first Executive Director of the David Hume Institute.

Alan Peacock was followed as VC by Lord Richard Luce, 1992-96. Luce was educated at Wellington College and Christ’s College, Cambridge. After National Service in Cyprus, 1955–57, Luce briefly joined the Overseas Civil Service. He then worked for Gallaher Ltd as a brand manager (1963–65), before becoming marketing manager for the Spirella Company of Great Britain. In 1968–71 he was Director of the National Innovation Centre. From 1972-79, Luce was Chairman of IFA Consultants Ltd. Luce was also Chair of Selenex Ltd (1973–79) and of Courtenay Stewart International (1975–79).

Luce was first elected to the Commons as the Tory MP for Arundel and Shoreham in 1971. He retired from the Commons at the 1992 General Election. Days before the firebomb in Brighton (22 miles away from Arundel) killed the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Between 1979-82, Luce held Ministerial posts in the Foreign Office. In 1982, along with Lord Carrington, he resigned over Argentina’s invasion of the Falklands.

Luce returned to the Foreign Office in 1983, again as a Minister. In 1985, he was appointed as Minister for the Arts and Minister for the Civil Service. He resigned from that post in 1990.

Between 1997-2000, Luce was appointed Governor of Gibralter. He bagged his peerage in Oct 2000, after the Waterhouse Report had been safely published. In the same year, he became Lord Chamberlain – the Head of the Royal Household – a post he held until 2006. Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary Morrison spent her whole life as Lady-In-Waiting to HM the Queen Lilibet. During many of those years, Peter Morrison was abusing children, including children in care in north Wales.

 

In April 2012 Lord Luce was appointed by PM David Cameron as Chair of the  Crown Nominations Commission for the See of Canterbury, the commission set up to nominate the 105th Archbishop of Canterbury.

Lord Luce is President of the Voluntary Arts Network, the Royal Overseas League and is High Steward of Westminster Abbey.

Luce is from a family in which many members have reached very senior positions in the Forces, particularly the Royal Navy. Admiral Sir Alec Bingley was a man who had the most impressive of careers in the Royal Navy. He was, among other things, Commander in Chief of the Home Fleet during WWI; the Fifth Sea Lord and Deputy Chief of Naval Staff (Air) in 1954; Commander in Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet and NATO Commander, Allied Forces in the Mediterranean in 1959 and then Commander in Chief, Portsmouth. Sir Alec was married to Lady Juliet Bingley, who during her many her years with MIND, concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Sir Alec and Lady Juliet’s son William Bingley continued Lady Juliet’s good work in concealing the serious crimes, both in his capacity as legal director of MIND and then as CEO of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

It is very likely that Luce knew Sir Alec from Luce’s years in the Foreign Office.  Luce’s uncle was Sir David Luce, First Sea Lord, 1963–66, who would have certainly known Sir Alec. Luce’s sister Diana is married to retired Royal Navy Captain David Hart Dyke and his niece is comedian and actress Miranda Hart. The tall one who makes jokes about being desperate to get married and does a face at the camera every five minutes. When she’s not telling the jokes about her mother. The BBC know that women like that sort of comedy. And that when they say no they mean yes.

The University of Buckingham’s website informs us that Luce’s wife Lady Rose Luce sang in the choir of the University of Buckingham Alumni Association at the pre-Christmas do in 2013.

 

Since Sept 2015, Sir Anthony Seldon has been Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. Seldon is an historian and a biographer of recent PMs and the former Headmaster of Wellington College. What is less well-known is that prior to that, Seldon was Headmaster of Brighton College, which educated a number of paedophiles’ friends, including Keith Best, the former Tory MP for Anglesey, 1979-87 and Welsh Office Minister (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Seldon sits on the Advisory Board of another private university, A.C. Grayling’s venture, the New College of the Humanities, which seems to attract seriously rich students who have not got into Oxbridge. Seldon is the son of the economist Arthur Seldon, who co-founded the IEA and was Director of Academic Affairs at the IEA for 30 years.

Seldon is a thoughtful man but nonetheless is duped by flaky ideas. His pupils were encouraged to practice Mindfulness as pioneered by paedophiles’ friend Professor Mark Williams (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) and Seldon is Co-founder of Action for Happiness, the con perpetrated by Lord Richard Layard, husband of paedophiles’ friend Baroness Molly Meacher (see post ‘A Vintage Crop’).

 

The VC prior to Sir Anthony was Prof Terence Kealey, 2001-14, formerly of the Department of Clinical Biochemistry, Cambridge University. Kealey is a Top Doctor who trained at Bart’s and did his PhD at Balliol. Kealey opposes the public funding of science and believes that Thatch transformed schools and universities. Which I suppose she did.

A few days after Thatch was driven away from Downing Street wiping tears from her eyes, I was shopping in a supermarket with my friend – whilst we were both living in London and under attack from the paedophiles’ friends – and we were doing what those people who turn up on Andrew Neil’s TV programmes and make completely inaccurate predictions about the political year ahead describe as ‘assessing the legacy of Thatcher’. As we headed towards the checkout in the supermarket in Peckham – which had obviously been transformed by Thatcher as well – my friend observed ‘she’s ruined everything hasn’t she’. And I tried to think of something which had not been ruined by Thatch and I couldn’t. So we went back to my mate’s flat in Peckham – which had a huge iron portcullis thing on the door, after the door had been kicked in by burglars a few weeks previously – and we discussed the lunatic GP in Peckham whom my friend had seen a few days previously who had prescribed her something that would have caused her serious damage if she had been thick enough to take it.

My mate’s local MP was Harriet Harman who fought many an election on the ‘NHS is great’ ticket. Whilst my friend lived in Peckham she was sacked from her job at the Royal Television Society because she knew what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles and wanted to make a documentary about it- the destruction of my friend’s career was, I understand, something to do with Sir Paul Fox, one of Thatcher’s favourite media executives – and then my friend’s husband was driven out of his job at the BBC for the same reason.

Happy days Harriet! Young Labour Party activists careers ruined because their friend was targeted by those who were supplying Thatcher’s mate Sir Peter Morrison with boys.

Terence Kealey is an advocate of the privatisation of HE.

 

The School of Medicine at the University of Buckingham offers postgraduate programmes for qualified doctors and since 2015 has offered an undergraduate medical qualification at a cost of £35,000 per year. The University of Buckingham Medical School works in partnership with Milton Keynes NHS Trust and Milton Keynes University Hospital.

The Dean of the School of Medicine is none other than Karol Sikora, who was one of those among the crooks and fraudsters who worked at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was a postgrad there in 1986/87 (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’), although Sikora subsequently fell out with them in a big way. Sikora’s main aim as a Top Doctor seems to be to become even richer than he is already.

Sikora was a Foundation Fellow of Prince Charles’s now-defunct alternative medicine lobby group, The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health. The University of Buckingham ran a Diploma course in ‘integrated medicine’ that was later withdrawn under pressure from David Colquhoun, a campaigner against pseudoscience.

Sikora is Chair of the Faculty of Integrated Medicine, which is unaffiliated to any university but includes Rosy Daniel and Mark Atkinson, who co-ordinated the ‘integrated medicine’ course at the University of Buckingham. Rosy Daniel has been criticised by David Colquhoun for breaches of the Cancer Act 1939 regarding claims that she made for Carctol, a herbal dietary supplement which is ineffective in treating cancer.

 

Since the demise of the Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Heath, Prince Charles has been involved with the College of Medicine, a lobbying group for alternative medicine, which many suspect is just The Prince’s Foundation for Integrated Health with a new name on the door. Professor Andrew Miles is on the ‘scientific council’ of the College of Medicine.

Professor Andrew Miles is Senior Vice President and Secretary General of the European Society for Person Centred Healthcare. He was formerly Professor of Clinical Epidemiology and Social Medicine as well as Deputy Vice-Chancellor of the University of Buckingham. He has previously held Chairs at Guy’s, King’s College London and St. Thomas’ Hospitals’ Medical School London and at St. Bartholomew’s and The Royal London Hospitals´ School of Medicine, London.

Andrew Miles trained in the bosom of the paedophiles’ friends at the Welsh National School of Medicine, Cardiff.

Karol Sikora is also a ‘professional member’ of the College of Medicine.

 

The University of Buckingham also awards undergraduate and Masters degrees to students who have studied at the Sarajevo School of Science and Technology, a private university in Sarajevo.

The University of Buckingham validates courses in medicine at Medipathways College, a private college based in London which operates dentistry and medicine courses. In late 2014 Medipathways was found by the Higher Education Quality Assurance Agency ‘to be at serious risks of failure’. 

The University of Buckingham Press publishes in the areas of law, education and business. In 2006 the Press relaunched ‘The Denning Law Journal’. Presumably the Lord Denning who achieved notoriety for stating ‘Be ye ever so high the Law is above you’. But he must have made an exception in the case of the Birmingham Six when he declared that if their appeal was to succeed it would be an admission of corruption so serious and widespread which was such ‘an appalling vista’ that it was better that they should remain in prison even if they had been fitted up. Lord Denning subsequently stated that if they’d been hung it would have been easier all round because there wouldn’t be all this fuss.

And if the paedophiles’ friends had succeeded in killing me in one of their arson attempts on my house in the early 1990s, no-one would have to put up with this blog exposing the Top Doctors and their associates.

Good to know that the University of Buckingham named their Law Journal after the finest legal brain that the British judiciary has ever produced.

The University of Buckingham Press publishes other journals, including The Journal of Gambling Business and Economics. It has a co-publishing arrangement with Policy Exchange. The backgrounds of the questionable people involved with Policy Exchange were detailed in my post ‘Disgusting of Tunbridge Wells And A Few Equally Disgusting Others’.

 

Alumni of the University of Buckingham include Brandon Lewis, Tory MP for Great Yarmouth and currently Chairman of the Conservative Party; Mark Lancaster, Tory MP for Milton Keynes North; Graham Roos, appointed in 2011 as the University’s first Creative Artist in Residence – who earlier in his career worked with Pete Doherty, which might be something that the University of Buckingham does not want remembered – and James Henderson, the former CEO of Bell Pottinger.

 

John W. Paulley, the man who’s letter to The Times set the University of Buckingham ball rolling, was a Top Doctor in Ipswich. He was the son of another Top Doctor who was also called John Paulley. John W. Paulley was educated at Epsom College and the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Following pre-reg and casualty posts, Paulley joined the RAF in 1940. He returned to the Middlesex Hospital after WWII.

Gwynne the lobotomist trained at the Middlesex Hospital Medical School. Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain’s widow Jocelyn worked at the Middlesex – Chamberlain concealed a paedophile ring whilst he worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Jocelyn must have known that. The Middlesex has an influential alumni network.

The Royal College of Physicians website ‘Lives of The Fellows’ section explains that ‘frustrated by the inhibitions of an academic unit, [Paulley] was appointed consultant physician to the Ipswich Hospital in the hope, more than amply fulfilled, that he could better practice high quality medicine in the environment of a district general hospital. His medical unit rapidly gained a national reputation’.

The reality is that Paulley was involved in some highly unethical experiments on patients accompanied by a degree of law-breaking and was not supervised or held to account. This blog’s correspondent Richard Card has left many comments about Paulley’s activities at Ipswich – Richard was one of Paulley’s patients as a child.

The Royal College tells us that Paulley’s ‘studies in ulcerative colitis, first published in 1950, led to a special interest in inflammatory bowel disease and thereafter into psychosomatic relationships in the pathology of disease. These ideas were not confined to inflammatory bowel disease but expanded to include observations of potential contributory psychological factors in asthma, multiple sclerosis and rheumatoid arthritis. These promoted considerable resistance amongst numbers of more traditional physicians but at least in part are now widely accepted’.

The notion held by some Top Docs that many conditions were ‘psychosomatic’ caused serious problems on the occasions when those Top Docs failed to identify that a condition had an organic basis. Psychological factors play a major role in how people live with their conditions, but much harm was done when Top Doctors stubbornly clung to the belief that seriously ill people were suffering from ‘stress’ or ‘psychosomatic disorders’ – many people with gastrointestinal conditions, ulcers, ME/CFS and numerous other conditions failed to receive the appropriate care and treatment because of a touching belief that it was ‘all in their mind’ and some of those people died.

 

Paulley’s interest in psychosomatic conditions culminated in an ‘outstanding textbook’ – according to the Royal College of Physicians – written with a fellow general physician, H.E. Pelser, ‘Psychological Managements for Psychosomatic Disorders’, Berlin/New York, Springer-Verlag, c.1989. We are told by the Royal College that ‘those of us who worked with him as he explored patients’ attitudes and feelings, very often on his knees at their bedside (as a tall man it was the only way to get down to their level), could not fail to see the potential relationship between mind and body’.

One wonders what the patients thought was going on.

Paulley was of course ‘an excellent and devoted teacher and a great inspiration to those working with him, all of whom were encouraged to think ‘outside the box’. He developed postgraduate teaching in the hospital and was the first clinical tutor. He ran a weekly journal club requiring team members to present original papers, excluding those in ‘The Lancet’ or ‘BMJ’ (all were expected to have read these) or controlled clinical trials (because these rarely contained anything of new scientific interest!). He was one of the first consultants to develop a multidisciplinary team approach, including his own physiotherapist, dietician and dedicated nursing team’.

We can interpret this as ‘Paulley was a cult figure who adhered to bizarre notions, rejected science which attempted to be rigorous and led a little gaggle of staff who did exactly as he ordered, no matter how whackey or dangerous’.

Sounds a bit like Dafydd.

Paulley ‘regarded himself as always ‘on call’ for his inpatients, except during his yearly annual holidays. He immediately forged close working relationships with local practitioners, initially inviting them to join ward rounds, promoting seminars and then the establishment of the first vocational training scheme based on a district general hospital, which not only espoused all the principles of holistic care which he himself practised but also provided a curriculum based on weekly group tutorials, using what would now be called a problem-based self learning approach’.

It’s Dafydd again – ‘always on call’ can be a basis for complete domination of a patient and concealing of one’s abusive activities rather than dedication. If someone is always on call, that patient will be refused a service by other Top Docs no matter how desperate they are to escape.

 

Documents in my possession describe how Dafydd was fuming at senior staff in the NHS in north Wales because patients were ringing him up and taking the piss out of him. Dafydd was attending meetings and sending memos around stressing how he had to be available ’24 hours a day’ for ‘certain patients’ and that was why he couldn’t even install an answerphone to deal with the ‘nuisance calls’. This was a man who hardly ever turned up to his NHS clinics and who left sectioned patients to rot for many months in the North Wales Hospital without even visiting them. Who did the idiots running the NHS in north Wales think that Dafydd was receiving calls from at 3 am, calls that could not even be dealt with for a couple of hours by the answerphone? Not that Dafydd always knew who he was speaking to either. I’ll remind you Dafydd – ‘Is that Anna??? Is that Meri??? Hilary!!!!’ It wasn’t any of them you daft old bugger, although I’d love to know who they were….

Then there was the fictional Dr Angus McGregor who had been to medical school with Dafydd in Liverpool whom Dafydd remembered well from their student days, which was incredible because the whole scenario was conjured up by a Hergest patient whom Dafydd had unlawfully imprisoned some years previously. Dafydd was a bit suspicious at first, but once Dr McGregor had told Dafydd that he’d heard that Dafydd was Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist and he was proud to have known him, all Dafydd’s defences were dropped.

There was a suggestion that a GP called Dr Finlay should give Dafydd a ring, but I don’t think even Dafydd would have fallen for that.

How the North Wales Hospital and Ysbyty Gwynedd claimed to ‘not know’ where Dafydd was when he hadn’t turned up to an NHS clinic or when a patient wanted to discuss a complaint I don’t know, because we all knew at which private clinic he was. It was either Bryn Heed (next to Safeways in Bangor), the Grosvenor Nuffield in Chester, the North Wales Medical Centre at Llandudno or even the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds (one of Jimmy Savile’s haunts), or on occasions a venue in Europe.

 

The Dafydd of Ipswich held an Honorary Fellowship from the University of Buckingham and was Vice-Chairman of their Planning Committee. The University of Buckingham also gave Paulley a DSc. There seems to have been rather a lot of this sort of thing happening at Buckingham – the founders of the University and their relatives were given the most senior academic positions and had honours bestowed upon them (see post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’).

Now where else have I witnessed such practices?

Paulley’s wife Deidre was also a Top Doctor and ‘developed counselling skills to help those with psychological disturbances’. In other words those who had been abused – probably sexually – by someone who’s offending was being concealed. The phrase ‘developed counselling skills’ suggests that Deirdre made them up as she went along rather than adhering to any known programme/school of thought etc. John W. Paulley supported Deirdre’s development of the very successful Stockwell Centre (for counselling) in Colchester, which was founded in 1976.

Deirdre helped those with psychological disturbances in Ipswich. So Deirde will have known who those involved in the paedophile gang in Suffolk were and what the role of Lord Henniker was (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Peter Righton, the social work academic who was also a paedophile and a founder member of PIE, for a time lived in a cottage on Lord Henniker’s estate. Children in the care of Hackney and Islington Councils were taken to Suffolk on trips – including to Henniker’s estate – and holidays and some complained of being abused there.

 

I have not been able to find out very much at all about John Allen before he arrived in north Wales in 1968 and set up the Bryn Alyn Community, but I have been told that he came from Suffolk. Near Ipswich. I would like to know whether Allen set up shop in north Wales because he knew that there were two very helpful psychiatrists working in the North Wales Hospital who would do anything in return for money and privileges, or whether those two psychiatrists joined in the bonanza once John Allen’s business got off the ground.

John Allen’s arrival in north Wales was followed by the arrival of a whole flurry of people who had found themselves in possession of enough money to buy an isolated old building and convert it into a ‘children’s home’. Kids were abused in all of these homes, in pretty much the same way by the same people. There was a great degree of traffic in staff between the homes.

The Save The Children website has some very interesting snippets about the history of children’s homes in north Wales. Many of those homes which later became notorious for being the sites of serious abuse in the 1970s and 80s had been established in the late 19th or early 20th century. There seems to have been an awful lot of children’s homes in north Wales and a cluster around Wrexham. I’m not sure why – north Wales was not a heavily populated region but it was poor and some industries such as quarrying resulted in the deaths of considerable numbers of men at a young age as a result of industrial accidents. Some cohorts of the quarrymen had a very short lifespan anyway, I think for the lowest ranking group of workers it was about 37 yrs of age. So there might have been a lot of orphans about, or just people who were too poor to look after their children. Or there might be some other explanation…

 

The Paulleys had four children – Sarah, Robert, Amanda and Julian. Julian was a chip off the old nepotistic block, he trousered a law degree from the University of Buckingham. Julian Paulley worked as a solicitor in London, specialising in employment/financial/tax/business/intellectual property/wills and probate law. He died in 2013.

The Royal College tells us that John W. Paulley ‘was one of the great general physicians of his generation. A big and somewhat superficially daunting man, he could be somewhat didactic and a powerful defender of his own views, but he listened to others. He was entirely honest, kind and in many ways a gentle man.’

He was a total git but he was hiding his true nature…

 

My correspondent Richard Card has also mentioned that Suffolk was the base of Leonard Cheshire and Sue Ryder. In the 1960s Leonard Cheshire Homes residents became the subject of group psychiatric research for three years. The research was commissioned by the Dept of Health and was conducted by the Tavistock Institute. The details of this research are not available, under the Attorney General’s custodianship rules.

The Tavistock Institute has concealed criminality and abuse for years.

 

John W. Paulley contributed to a 1965 volume, ‘Psychosomatic Disorders in Adolescents and Young Adults’, which covered the Proceedings of a Conference Held by the Society for Psychosomatic Research at the Royal College of Physicians, London, November 1960′.

The conference considered ‘psychosomatic disorders occurring between the ages of 15-25 years and discusses the mental transformation from childhood to adult maturity. This book is organized into eight sessions encompassing 26 chapters. The first two sessions review the concepts of mental health and the psychosexual development in adolescence. The next sessions looks into the issues of teenage pregnancy, menstrual disorders, emotional sweating, male sexual disorders, epilepsy in adolescence and psychosomatic aspects of acne vulgaris. These topics are followed by discussions on stress-related disorders, including tuberculosis and acute appendicitis. The remaining sessions describe certain aspects of mental transformation, such as the link between family and emotional maturity and fitness for marriage’.

This was the sort of thing that Dafydd and co were ‘trained’ in. It is well worth paying a bit of attention to this volume and some of those who contributed.

John Paulley Chaired the session ‘Concepts of Mental Health; The Adolescent in industry; The Adolescent in the University’.

Dr Kenneth Soddy Chaired the session ‘The Psycho-sexual Development in Adolescence’.

Kenneth Soddy worked as a psychiatrist in London and was at one point the head of the Psychology Department at UCH. So Soddy was overseeing the activities of Marjorie Wallace and the Count et al at UCH (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).Soddy also spent some time working in Devon in the mid-60s – he lived with his family in the grounds of Hellingly Hospital. Kenneth Soddy died in 1986.

Soddy came from a family of Top Doctors, a number of whom emigrated to the US, Australia and South Africa.

Aleck Bourne Chaired the intriguing sounding session on ‘Pregnancy in Adolescents; Menstrual Disorders; Observations on Emotional Sweating During the Menstrual Cycle; Sexual Disorders in Males.

I’m disappointed that Dafydd and co never diagnosed ’emotional sweating during the menstrual cycle’ in me, I obviously missed out there.

Aleck Bourne was a well-known gynaecologist who became famous as a result of his trial in 1938 for performing an illegal abortion on a 14 year old rape victim. Bourne later became a pro-life activist.

Bourne was educated at Rydal School in Colwyn Bay and at Downing College, Cambridge. He undertook his clinical training at St Mary’s Hospital. and served with the British Army in Egypt and France, 1914-1917.

A keen yachtsman, Bourne was a member of several yacht clubs during the 1930s and in 1933 won the Royal Corinthian’s Yacht Club’s cup for the best cruiser of the year.

In 1938, Bourne was arrested after performing an ‘operation without fee’ at St Mary’s Hospital to terminate the pregnancy at six weeks of a 14 year old girl who had been sexually assaulted by five off-duty British soldiers in the Royal Horse Guards. She had asked for a termination at St Thomas’s Hospital but was sent away on the grounds that she ‘might be carrying a future PM’, a fairly standard line used when Top Docs do not want to perform a termination. No-one ever says to such patients ‘you might be carrying the next Hitler/Harold Shipman/Dafydd’. Rosemary’s Baby!

Bourne stood trial at the Central Criminal Court in July 1938, but was acquitted on charges of procuring abortion. His actions were later defended by The Lancet as ‘an example of disinterested conduct in consonance with the highest traditions of the profession’.

Bourne’s defence had been based upon the Infant Life (Preservation) Act 1992, under which the only recognised justification for the termination of a pregnancy was if the life of the woman was in danger. Bourne’s defence was that the inevitable subsequent emotional and psychological trauma that the girl would experience would be a risk to her life.

If a Top Doctor today gave this reason for performing a termination on a 14 year old victim of multiple sexual assault, no-one would question it. In 1938 attitudes were very different. Yet there are a number of questions that arise from Bourne’s case.

Abortion was effectively illegal in 1938, although any woman with a bit of spare money would be able to find a Top Doctor to perform one if she knew who to ask. Women with no money risked their lives or did not have abortions. History tells us that Tommy’s turned the girl away. Yet historical accounts from people who worked at that institution confirm that abortions were performed by Top Doctors there and frequently. Perhaps the Top Doctors at Tommy’s always demanded payment and the girl didn’t have the money?

We are told that Bourne terminated the pregnancy at six weeks. In 1938, there were none of the sort of pregnancy tests which are available at present which can detect a positive test within days of a missed period. In 1938 women waited…and waited…and waited…Sometimes for weeks before anyone took their concerns about a pregnancy seriously. Particularly in a girl as young as 14. Even a Top Doctor, in 1938, would have great difficulty in firmly diagnosing a pregnancy of six weeks. That’s pretty embryonic and Bourne won’t have had the equipment to detect an embryo.

Sexually assaulted by five soldiers? It sounds horrific, what with soldiers being a bit rough, not like Top Doctors who’s only goal in life is to relieve suffering.

If Aleck Bourne had been reported for performing an abortion on someone in 1938 he would be in a great deal of trouble. There was a criminal investigation into his actions which ended up at the Old Bailey. A story involving five soldiers and an embryo was the only thing that was going to keep Bourne out of prison.

I can find no references to any attempts to find the five soldiers and prosecute them, although details about them were given.

During the 1960s, Bourne became a founding member of the Society for the Protection of Unborn Children, which was organised in opposition to the Abortion Act 1967. In his memoirs Bourne wrote:

Those who plead for an extensive relaxation of the law [against abortion] have no idea of the very many cases where a woman who, during the first three months, makes a most impassioned appeal for her pregnancy to be ‘finished,’ later, when the baby is born, is thankful indeed that it was not killed while still an embryo. During my long years in practice I have had many a letter of the deepest gratitude for refusing to accede to an early appeal.

This does sometimes happen and there are Top Doctors who have genuine conscientious objections to abortion. However there is a great deal of hypocrisy in some circles regarding abortion. I know of Top Docs and Angels who have taken a hard anti-abortion line in public but who positively demanded that people in their own families have an abortion because the pregnancy was inconvenient to them.

My post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’ describes how in north Wales local Top Doctors organised themselves to ensure that NHS abortions were virtually unobtainable until the late 80s. The Top Docs who took such a high moral tone with disadvantaged local women requesting abortions cheerily sent their more affluent patients in the direction of private abortion clinics in Chester. There was complete collusion with a situation in which disadvantaged women – including the girls who were victims of the paedophile gang – could not obtain abortions, yet the families and friends of the Top Docs and Angels themselves had access to abortion on demand. It wouldn’t surprise me if there had been a financial arrangement with the private clinics in Chester, they were making a bomb out of the committed anti-abortionists of north Wales.

There is no explanation of Bourne’s drastic change of heart anywhere. I suspect that like so many Top Doctors – particularly of Bourne’s generation – he did what he felt like. Including performing an abortion – which might have been for money, we only had Bourne’s word that it was ‘without fee’. Whatever Top Doctors have been caught doing, they always claim to have been doing it on compassionate grounds, even Harold Shipman used that rationale.

Bourne continued serving as consulting gynaecologist to St Mary’s Hospital and to the Samaritan Hospital for Women as well as consulting obstetric surgeon to Queen Charlotte’s Hospital before his eventual retirement and death in December 1974, aged 88.

Geoffrey Chamberlain worked as a consultant obstetrician and gynaecologist at Queen Charlotte’s Hospital whilst Aleck Bourne worked there. Chamberlain spent years concealing the organised abuse of children and towards the end of his career at St George’s Hospital Medical School he was caught in a scandal involving the biggest research fraud that had ever been exposed (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’)

Geoffrey Chamberlain was in the Royal Naval Reserve, 1955-74, ending his career with them as a surgeon commander. So he’ll have been plugged into the Gwynne the lobotomist/Sir Alec Bingley network.

 

Another contributor to the volume of conference proceedings was Dr Emanuel Miller. Miller Chaired the session ‘The Family and Emotional Maturity; Fitness for Marriage’.

Emanuel Miller was a ‘Regents Park psychiatrist’, a military psychiatrist and one of the founders of child psychiatry who worked at Harley House.

Dr Emanuel Miller was father of an even more famous Top Doc – self-styled polymath Sir Jonathan Miller.

Jonathan Wolfe Miller is a theatre and opera director, actor, author, television presenter, humourist and Top Doctor. He specialised in neurology in the late 1950s and came to prominence in the early 1960s with his role in Beyond the Fringe. Miller began directing operas in the 1970s and has since become one of the world’s leading opera directors with several classic productions to his credit. He has written/presented more than a dozen BBC documentaries.

Miller grew up in St John’s Wood, in a well-connected Jewish family. He was educated at Taunton School and St Paul’s School, London. While at St Paul’s School, Miller became close friends with future Top Doctor Oliver Sacks and Oliver’s best friend Eric Korn – friendships which remained crucial throughout the rest of their lives.

Oliver Sacks is a neurologist who, like Jonathan Miller, found fame as a polymath. Sacks passed through the Middlesex Hospital – he was from a family of Top Doctors, some of who were also associated with the Middlesex – before leaving the UK and building his career in the US. Sacks’s writings caught the media’s and public’s imagination, probably because he gave his books titles like ‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat’. In the final years of his life Sacks revealed that he was gay.

Eric Korn was yet another polymath, but unlike his mates Miller and Sacks, Korn wasn’t a Top Doctor. Korn was a marine zoologist and taught the subject at Southampton, Toronto and Liverpool.

Another place that was well-known for marine zoology was UCNW.

Eric Korn wrote for The Guardian and was also a regular on Radio 4’s Round Britain Quiz.

Miller, Sacks and Korn attracted the observation from fawning people that they ‘are quite the cleverest man that I have ever met’. One therefore wonders how Miller and Korn missed Jimmy Savile whilst they were hanging out at the BBC.

 

Miller studied at St John’s College, Cambridge where he was a member of the Cambridge Apostles. He did his clinical training at UCH. Whilst a student, Miller was in the Cambridge Footlights. Miller performed on a number of radio and TV shows whilst a student. He qualified as a Top Doctor in 1959 and then worked as a house officer for two years, including at the Central Middlesex Hospital for gastroenterologist Sir Francis Avery Jones.

Francis Avery Jones was a Welsh Top Doctor – he was born in Carmarthenshire – who was educated at the Sir John Leman High School in Suffolk. He undertook his medical training at Bart’s Hospital Medical School – which is where Lady Juliet Bingley had worked as an almoner (social worker) and where her father had been a surgeon. Avery Jones was born in 1910, so he will have been of the vintage to have known both Lady Juliet and her father. Professor Linford Rees who concealed the criminality of Dafydd et al in north Wales for many years worked at Bart’s (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Avery Jones worked at the Central Middlesex until 1974. He was also consultant to St Mark’s Hospital, 1948-78 – Lady Juliet also worked at St Mark’s – and to the Royal Navy, 1950-78.

Avery Jones Chaired the King Edward VII Hospital Fund Development and Emergency Bed Service Committee,and the DHSS’s Advisory Committee on Medical Records.

Lord Simon Glenarthur was Chairman of the King Edward VII Hospital – Glenarthur was a Director of the MDU. Simon Glenarthur was also a Health Minister under Secretary of State Ken Clarke and was substantially responsible for the ‘tainted blood’ scandal, in which thousands of NHS patients contracted Hepatitis and HIV after being given infected blood products. Glenarthur was hanging around in the DoH whilst Jimmy Savile was appointed to the management team of Broadmoor.

 

Avery Jones will have known that his colleagues were libelling patients as well as forging medical records, so presumably it was dear old Avery who ensured that the decision as to whether to give patients access to their own records had to be made by the Top Doctors ‘with the best interests of the patient’ in mind. Which enabled Dafydd and the paedophiles to simply repeat for nearly 20 years that it was not in my best interests to have access to my records. Because if I did I would have found out that they had detailed their own criminality as well as their plans to frame me and have me imprisoned or banged up in a secure hospital.

My post ‘Gwlad Y Menig Gwynion’ described how a copy of a 1988 application of mine for a research job in gastroenterology turned up in my medical records. The application was not for a job in Wales, so I wonder how the paedophiles’ friends got their paws on it.

Francis Avery Jones died in Chichester in 1998. Chichester is 28 miles away from Brighton, the scene of the firebomb attack in 1992 which killed five witnesses to the criminality of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. John Allen owned brothels in Brighton to which the kids in care from north Wales were trafficked.

Avery Jones was a mentor to the best – his Indie obituary was written by none other than Sir Richard Doll, who had worked for him.

The Central Middlesex Hospital borders Brent – the location of a paedophile ring as well as of neglect and abuse in the mental health and children’s services (see post ‘Mary Turner – An Appreciation’).

 

Jonathan Miller helped to write and produce Beyond the Fringe, which premiered at the Edinburgh Festival in Aug 1960. This launched, in addition to his own, the careers of Alan Bennett, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore. Miller quit the show in 1962, and took over as Editor and presenter of the BBC’s arts programme  Monitor in 1965. The Monitor appointment arose because Miller had approached Huw Wheldon about taking up a place on the BBC’s director training course.

Huw Wheldon was a big name at the BBC for years. He came from north Wales, went to Friar’s School in Bangor along with a number of the paedophiles’ friends and remained a good friend to the paedophiles’ friends throughout his life – he was a Governor of the LSE and UCNW (Bangor University) when UCNW was run entirely by the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Creme de la Creme’).

Miller directed stage-plays during 1960s and produced and directed for TV. In 1968 Miller produced a TV adaptation of M.R. James’s 1904 ghost story ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’. Which sounds dreadful if one imagines one of Dafydd’s mates saying it.

By 1970, Miller had mounted a National Theatre Company production of The Merchant of Venice, starring dear, dear, Larry Olivier.

Miller held a Research Fellowship in the history of medicine at UCL, 1970-73. UCL was host to a number of paedophiles’ friends, among them Marjorie Wallace and the Count (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

In 1974, Miller started directing and producing operas for Kent Opera and Glyndebourne and for the English National Opera. Society psychopath Dr Cathy Wilson of St George’s Medical School who worked for Geoffrey Chamberlain whilst he concealed a paedophile ring used to frequent those locations, as well as all the major theatres in London.

For a time, Miller was a Vice-President of the Campaign for Homosexual Equality. It was alleged that some branches of CHE were fronts for paedophilia, including the Chester branch. 

Miller became Chair of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe Board of Directors.

For details of how Michael Grade offered Samuel Brittan – brother of Home Secretary Leon Brittan, who was at the time busy concealing the organised abuse of children and mental health patients – his ticket to the Edinburgh Fringe in a shameless bit of toadying after the box office at the Fringe had refused to pull strings to secure Brittan a ticket after the Fringe had sold out, see post ‘A Secret And Forbidding Place To Work?’

 

In 1984, Miller studied neurosurgery with Dr. Sandra Witelson at McMaster University in Hamilton, Ontario, before becoming a neuropsychology Research Fellow at the University of Sussex the following year. The Sussex University that is located at Brighton.

Miller wrote and presented the television series Madness, a five-part series which ran on PBS in 1991. It featured a brief history of madness and interviews with psychiatric researchers, clinical psychiatrists, and patients in therapy sessions. I’ve never seen it and I don’t think that I want to, although I would no doubt learn something from the selection of people whose work and ideas Miller chose to foreground. In 1991, I and three other witnesses to the criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles were hounded out of our jobs and there were two attempts to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) (see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’). St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital concealed and colluded the criminality in north Wales in the early months of 1991 (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’).

 

Miller married Helen Rachel Collet, another Top Doctor, in 1956. They have two sons and a daughter. Miller lives in Camden. His eldest son, Tom, is a photographer, his second child, William, works in the TV business and his youngest child, Kate, also works in TV.

One of my friends worked with William Miller at the BBC in the late 1980s and observed that William ‘was really fucked-up and obsessed with his father’. That was my friend who found himself forced out of the BBC after it became known that his wife knew what had happened to me in north Wales and wanted to make a documentary about it.

So I was interested when in 2012, the Mail Online published a rather unflattering profile of Jonathan Miller, characterising him as an indulged grandiose twat. It made much of Jonathan’s hissy fit after receiving a knighthood only for his services to the arts and not for services to medicine. Well Jonathan, as your contribution to medicine seems to have been to assist in the concealing of the serious criminality on the part of Dafydd and other Top Docs, no doubt you’ll be given a peerage soon.

The Mail Online article claimed that Miller felt ‘uncherished’ by his mother while, according to Miller’s late sister Sarah (who also worked in TV), their father – the founder of child psychiatry who Chaired conference sessions on young people’s emotional maturity and fitness for marriage – would slam doors saying that ‘nobody cared’ and that Miller senior ‘always had to be the centre of attention or there was trouble’.

Jonathan’s son William has spoken of how his own education was sacrificed on the altar of his parents’ socialist ideology. Although the Millers could easily have afforded private education for their children, all three were sent to London comprehensives.

William described it as ‘the most cavalier of social experiments’. His days at Pimlico comprehensive were ruled by a sense of ‘tyranny and terror’. Classrooms were a ‘warzone’. At 16, William begged to be sent to Bedales, but ‘the damage had already been done’. The three children left school without an academic qualification between them. One wonders how they landed the sort of plum jobs that normally require degrees from the more prestigious universities…

 

Jonathan’s network at Cambridge included David Frost and the Footlights crowd, many of whom later became part of the Hampstead liberal elite. One of them was Graham Chapman who found fame with Monty Python, who used to seek out teenaged boys for sex and who adopted a 13 year old runaway from Liverpool. People who knew Chapman maintained that his relationship with this teenager – John Tomiczec – was not really fatherly. Chapman was a regular visitor to Snowdonia and John accompanied him. Chapman was questioned by the police concerning his relationship with John, but Chapman reminded the plod that he was a Top Doctor so he didn’t need to explain himself to anyone. Chapman trained at Bart’s. See post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’ for further info on Chapman and John Tomiczec.

John died young – not long after Chapman – in 1992. Same year as those five witnesses to the abuse of kids in care were killed by the firebomb in Brighton.

Graham Chapman was friendly with both Neil Innes and Viv Stanshall, who were members of the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band. Neil Innes gave a performance at Theatre Gwynedd in Bangor in 1984 and my friend went to see it. He and some other students went out to a pub in Bangor with Innes afterwards, although – unlike after George Melly visited Theatre Gwynedd – I was not told that Innes offered a 16 year old boy money to have sex with him.

Viv Stanshall was the man responsible for writing and narrating Sir Henry At Rawlinson End, a well-known masterpiece. Although he was very funny, Viv Stanshall had quite a troubled life and was diagnosed as having manic depression – he was hospitalised at least once. Viv Stanshall was found dead in his bed in March 1995, after a freak accident caused a fire. One account that I read maintained that Viv inadvertently set fire to his bedding whilst he was smoking a fag in bed, but other accounts attributed the fire to other causes. There were no witnesses. Viv was found dead as the demands for a public inquiry into the possibility of a VIP paedophile ring in north Wales became deafening, not long before William Hague ordered Nicola Davies QC to conduct a review of the police paperwork relating to child abuse in the region.

There is a vintage clip of the Bonzos featuring Graham Chapman, Neil Innes and Viv and they are introduced as being ‘from Mitcham’. Mitcham is part of the area of south London which was the location of the south London paedophile ring which was facilitated by Wandsworth Social Services and in the 1980s St George’s Hospital Medical School/Springfield Hospital. Dafydd and Lucille had a direct link to the people who concealed the gang. One member of the gang was Oliver Broooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, a colleague of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Viv Stanshall was a friend of Radio 1 DJ John Peel – Peel recorded one of the tributes to Viv after he died.

 

 

 

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed my observations regarding how the Cool Cymru explosion based upon some high profile Welsh rock bands coincided perfectly with the growing publicity regarding the possibility that a paedophile ring involving VIPs had operated and indeed continued to do so in north Wales. The phenomenon that was Cool Cymru snowballed throughout the Waterhouse Inquiry and reached fever pitch in 1999, at the time of the establishment of the National Assembly for Wales. Welsh rock bands such as Catatonia, the Manic Street Preachers, the Super Furry Animals and Stereophonics became world famous and every self-respecting Welsh politician ensured that they were photographed attending a concert featuring one of these bands.

The 28 May 1999 saw the official opening of the National Assembly. HM Queen Lilibet and Prince Charles turned up, although Blair didn’t, he claimed to be too busy with PMQs at Westminster. Lilibet re-signed a copy of the Government of Wales Act, the measure which set up the Assembly, which was handed to her by Attorney General, paedophiles’ friend John Morris (see post ‘The Waterhouse Tribunal – Who Was Involved And What Happened To Them Subsequently?’). Afterwards Lilibet and the assembled guests were  entertained with a song in Welsh from Charlotte Church, then aged 13, who was accompanied by one of four harpists. One of those harpists was Elinor Bennett, wife of Plaid Cymru leader Dafydd Wigley. Dafydd Wigley had no idea what a paedophile was, although Gwynedd County Council, whose offices were just around the corner from his office, were employing loads of them (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Blair did make it over to Cardiff Bay later on in the day, to attend the ‘Voices of a Nation’ concert with Lilibet. The Manic Street Preachers very wisely boycotted the event, although Shakin’ Stevens – who’s manager was a mate of Rhodri Morgan’s (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) – and the best PR gurus that the north Wales NHS has ever had, Mike Peters and his band The Alarm, played. Max Boyce also joined in the singing.

Max Boyce achieved fame in the 1970s as a boisterous comedian/singer whose stage act involved a giant leek and much discussion about drinking great quantities with The Lads and Rugby, as well as anecdotes about him and his mates hitting Soho on trips to Twickers. So imagine my surprise when about four years ago I was told by One Who Knew that Max Boyce was gay. When I told Brown this and told him who had given me the info, Brown asked me if this person had found out about Max’s orientation by ‘peddling his arse’. The answer was of course yes.

Presumably a case of ‘Oh Whistle and I’ll Come to You My Lad’.

Sir Anthony Hopkins, who starred as the murdering psychiatrist in ‘The Silence Of The Lambs’, sent a message to the Voices Of The Nation concert, as did the Welsh rock band Stereophonics. The message from Stereophonics was of course sent some years before band member Stuart Cable died by choking on his own vomit after a binge-drinking session.

 

Cool Cymru was part of a wider phenomenon, Cool Britannia, in which even higher profile rock stars from England were invited to knees-ups at Number 10 with Tony and Cherie. Blair shamelessly milked the publicity as much as possible and in 1999 even appointed Spice Girl Geri Halliwell as a Goodwill Ambassador for the UN Population Fund.

Scream if you want to go faster Blair!

Geri was no socialist – her idol was Margaret Thatcher, whom Geri claimed was the ‘original Spice Girl’ and embodied ‘female empowerment’. Which has been used to excuse a great many idiocies in recent years, including Geri appearing everywhere wearing her Union Jack dress which was carefully tailored to display her undies. Which defeats the point of a dress really. Geri the empowered woman later revealed that this role model for wimmin had experienced years of anorexia and serious depression. I am sympathetic to anyone with such problems but I really do wish that they’d stop telling the rest of us that they’re our role models. Geri’s mate Posh Spice and her husband David Beckham were even bigger and better role models than Geri and I would imagine judging from the appearance of Posh had even bigger and better eating disorders. I was always interested in the packaging of Posh as Posh – Very, Very Rich Spice would have been a more appropriate name.

Things went a bit pear shaped for Blair when one of those whose company he had cultivated – Noel or Liam Gallagher, I’ve forgotten which one – gave a media interview in which he explained that they were ‘lads’ and had therefore pursued the harmless pastimes that all grown men who describe themselves as lads do, such as breaking into other people’s cars and ripping out the stereos.

Cool Britannia was a wider phenomenon than just music and embraced a number of artists and other cultural figures, who, despite their claims of being not in the least bit establishment, seemed to subscribe to a solidly neoliberal ideology and were plainly in pursuit of as much dosh as possible. By 2011 Tracey Emin – Mad Tracey From Margate – was swearing her allegiance to the Tory Party and had dined with Cameron. As Tracey’s career had been given a substantial boost by Charles Saatchi when he purchased her ‘Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995’ tent, that was probably unsurprising.

When Emin et al were gaining so much publicity and making so much money from their sharks in tanks, unmade beds etc, I knew an artist in north Wales from a previous generation who had long since been a victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles. He used to get very angry about Emin et al and repeatedly told me that success in the art world was predicated entirely upon ‘cocaine and champagne’ and assured me that there was a healthy trade in ‘boys’ for people like David Hockney. At first I wondered if he was just reflecting popular beliefs about the rich n famous, but on occasions he gave me names and details which suggested that he had considerable knowledge about certain people, including Hockney and Francis Bacon.

The staff of the Hergest Unit dismissed this man as a total lunatic. If they’re reading this blog they might have wished that they had listened to his ramblings a little more closely now – because I did and I found out some very interesting things…

How are you all getting on up there in the Hergest?? You all know who I’m talking about and you’ve got no idea what he told me about during all those years have you…

This man maintained that Tracey et al really were the King’s New Clothes and that their success was based upon matters other than their ‘art.’ He maintained that, for example, he could fix a dog turd to a long piece of wire and design a mechanism by which the turd revolved around a lit light bulb, call it ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and that if he allowed certain influential people to have sex with him, he would achieve success. I and a friend were really taken by the idea of ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ and tried to encourage him to actually build that installation, but sadly he didn’t. The only part of his plan which I don’t think would have worked was the bit where he would offer his body to benefactors – he had forgotten that he was no longer a teenager but was nearly 50.

This man did of course know all the local artists in north Wales of his generation, including those who became famous such as Peter Prendergast and Ed Povey. They all knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles and furthermore they knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles had done to this man…Then there was Paul Webster, the total bastard who taught art at Coleg Menai about whom the students made constant complaints but there was never any action…

I also discovered from the inspiration behind Turd Eclipsing The Sun that Everybody Hated Kyffin. That’s the Kyffin Williams who taught Michael Mansfield art when Mansfield was young. Kyffin was the most famous artist to come out of north Wales. What was the secret of his success? Simple – Kyffin was born into a wealthy family and was rich enough to establish his own gallery…

 

The joys of Cool Britannia were not lost upon the wider circle of the paedophiles’ victims. I remember many conversations taking place in the Hergest Unit whilst the events described in my posts ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and The Banality Of Evil’ took place, regarding the merits or otherwise of Oasis, Pulp and Blur. The Hergest patients did not of course benefit from A Very Big House In The Country, but the paedophiles’ friends who were imprisoning them, neglecting them so severely that they were left destitute and driving them to suicide, frequently did have Very Big Houses In The Country. Property prices were very low in north Wales at that time because of the wrecked local economy, so a paedophiles’ friend on anything above £40k – or indeed a married couple of paedophiles’ friends both working as Angels or social workers – could live a good life. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones had three houses (at least) and he was not alone in that respect.

 

What I noticed during Cool Cymru was the elevation to international superstar status of people who I remembered when they were teenagers playing in local bands in Gwynedd. In the 80s Gwynedd did have a thriving music scene but musicians from north Wales were cold-shouldered by the wider rock world. When I was an undergrad a group called Fay Ray were locally very popular and everyone became excited when one of those involved with managing or promoting The Police signed Fay Ray up. People imagined that Fay Ray were now going to hit the big time, but they didn’t. The man who was the leading light in the band continued managing Cob Records in Bangor and I think that he later went to work in Bangor University. No-one became superstars although Fay Ray were very, very good. Everyone ‘knew’ that rock bands from north Wales could be brilliant but they would not be given the big breaks because they were, well, a bit too Welsh. Fay Ray were an English language band as well, the Welsh language rockers were utterly marginalised.

So imagine my surprise ten years later when local musicians from north west Wales – and one of them from Llanllechid, the village in which I lived – became hugely famous as the deaths of vulnerable people soared in that very village and the surrounding area.

The highest profile of those musicians from north Wales was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees. Ioan was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang carried on business within the Council’s children’s homes unhindered and the Arfon Community Mental Health Team threatened patients, lied about them in court and generally made their lives as unpleasant as possible. Most members of the Arfon CMHT were social workers employed By Gwynedd County Council. Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes was Ioan’s Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer who was involved in the perjury and forged documentation in the serial attempts to have me imprisoned, was Gwynedd County Council’s lawyer under Ioan Bowen Rees.

My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ details the other gangsters and crooks who were employed by Ioan and also describes how Ioan’s neighbours in Llanllechid actually lived – the service users and people on limited incomes who lived in the old quarrymen’s cottages whilst Ioan et famille lived in their Very Big House In The Country down a private lane, surrounded by beech trees lest they clapped eyes on the people who were virtually destitute as a result of Ioan’s mismanagement. Or indeed lest those being screwed over clapped eyes on the style in which Ioan lived. If people had grasped the wider picture, Ioan’s house would probably have been one house that wasn’t a holiday cottage owned by English people to have gone up in flames.

It was accepted that Ioan Bowen Rees and his ilk formed an elite in Gwynedd – they and their friends and relatives landed the plum jobs and everybody else was frozen out. The common perception was that this was a result of anti-English feeling – it wasn’t, it was corruption. It was sometimes dressed up as Welsh language rights and patriotism but I knew Welsh people who’s lives had been ruined by that lot. Furthermore, none of the thugs employed in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team spoke Welsh or were even learning it, although Gwynedd Social Services had a policy which stated that all such staff had to be Welsh speaking. Welsh people who knew about that policy constantly wondered what was going on with the Arfon Team – the whole lot of them could have been dismissed on language grounds, yet alone on the grounds of serious criminal activity. I don’t think that Keith Fearns even knew how to say bore da or diolch.

So how did the offspring of the paedophiles’ friends who ruled Gwynedd but were not recognised outside of Wales achieve fame and fortune – the offspring who provided such a positive image of Wales and Welsh youth just as former kids in care in north Wales told the Waterhouse Inquiry how they had been beaten, starved, forced to labour for local businesses free of charge, buggered, gang raped, trafficked across the UK and even to Europe for sex work and had been arrested themselves when they had asked the police for help?

A clue was provided in an interview with Rhys Mwyn in the Daily Post in 2016. Rhys Mwyn is a former Welsh punk musician who was a member of the band Anhrefn from Bangor which was formed in 1982. Rhys moved into production/management and journalism and has talked a great deal about how difficult it was for people in the Welsh rock scene to get a break. Rhys remembered that Sain ‘wouldn’t budge’ and that Radio Cymru ignored them.

Sain is the Welsh language label that was established by Welsh folk singer and language campaigner Dafydd Iwan. Sain dominated everything musical in north west Wales for years and anyone who wanted to be anyone grovelled to Dafydd Iwan to get a contract with Sain.

Dafydd Iwan is the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and penned a tribute to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. A real tribute, not a piss-take. I have tried in vain to access a copy, but it seems to be unavailable, although it can still be seen among the various lists of Dafydd Iwan’s outputs.

 

So who gave the Welsh language rockers a break? It was none other than that well-known connoisseur of school girls in uniform, John Peel. Peel seems to have been very, very supportive of Gruff Rhys and his friends. John Peel was of course known for supporting unknown musicians and every hopeful teenaged band sent Peel a tape, but Gruff et al were singing in a language that John Peel did not understand – furthermore Peel had been around for decades without showing a flicker of interest in the Welsh rock scene. Not even Fay Ray, who actually sung in English.

Rhys Mwyn was so pissed off with the way in which he and his peers had been elbowed out by everyone pre-Peel that he became known as an outspoken critic of the Welsh pop industry. Mwyn (born Gareth Rhys Thomas) set up his own label – Recordiau Anhrefn – in 1983. His band Yr Anhrefn were also championed by Peel and recorded three sessions for Peel’s Radio 1 show; Peel travelled to Wales to see the band perform. They were featured on The Tube in 1987 – although they were largely ignored by the British music weeklies – and played with Joe Strummer on the Rock Against Rich UK tour in 1988.

Paula Yates was a star of The Tube, the Paula who when she was a teenager was a groupie, who developed drug problems and who’s partner Michael Hutchence was found dead whilst she was in the middle of a major spat with her ex Bob Geldof. Paula died of an overdose herself after some very expensive Top Docs at The Priory found that they just weren’t getting anywhere with her. She was probably suffering from emotional sweating. Paula’s daughter Peaches died of an overdose a few years later.

Paula came from north west Wales, the very same village where the best friend that Dafydd and the paedophiles ever had, Lord Wyn Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), lived.

 

Original Yr Anhrefn members Hefin Huws and Dewi Gwyn left the band in the late 1980s and were replaced by Dylan Hughes (formerly of Y Cyrff) and Sion Jones, formerly of Maffia Mr Huws. Maffia Mr Huws were a popular Bethesda band when I lived near Bethesda in the late 1980s/90s. Maffia Mr Huws currently appear on Sain’s website, so they seem to be with Sain now, despite having been previously frozen out, if that is what did happen. The Sain site mentions the involvement of brothers Gwyn and Sion Jones with Maffia Mr Huws and states that Gwyn now runs Stiwdio Bos with his partner, the harpist Sian James.

Yr Anhrefn made their first English language recording in 1994, on a single with Liverpudlian actress Margi Clarke.

In 1995 Yr Anhrefn worked with producer Ronnie Stone who aided them in creating a collection of re-mixed Welsh folk music featuring Elinor Bennett and Sian James, as well as a number of world musicians.

Elinor Bennett is the harpist wife of Dafydd Wigley, who was the MP for Caernarfon and knew about the criminality of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Elinor Bennett records with Sain.

Sian James is a Welsh traditional folk singer and harpist who has recorded for Sain and BBC Records as well as for her own label, Bos. Siân is from Powys and read music at UCNW (Bangor University). She is well known as an actress on Welsh language TV. Sian is one year older than me, so will have been a student at Bangor at approximately the same time as I was. So not only will Sian have known that Professor William Matthias of the School of Music was alleged to have been sexually exploiting the female students, but Sian will have noticed the activities of the paedophiles’ friends who ran UCNW at that time (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Being a Welsh speaker from Wales, Sian will have known even more about it all than I did.

So by 1995 some of those closely associated with Sian had dropped their hostility to Rhys and his peers.

By 1995 the voices demanding a public inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales could not be silenced. In May 1995 the Welsh Office – who had concealed the abuse for years – asked Nicola Davies QC to review the police documentation regarding the matter. Nicola found that all documentation since 1989 was missing. In Dec 1995 Nicola concluded that a public inquiry was not in the public interest. Nicola became Dame Nicola and ended up as the Presiding Judge of the Wales Circuit (see post ‘This Is What Happened To Nicola, Niclas, Merfyn, Joan and Kathryn’).

 

Rhys Mwyn and his brother Sion Sebon formed a new band, Mangre, in 2000, the year of the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Mwyn went on to manage Catatonia and more recently Jeb Loy Nichols, an American-born singer who is now based in Wales – this prompted a resurrection of Recordiau Anhrefn.

 

Catatonia was the biggest band of the Cool Cymru scene. Cerys Matthews of Catatonia was the daughter of a Top Doctor who worked in Cardiff and then relocated to west Wales. George Thomas’s molesting of underaged boys was common knowledge among Top Doctors in Cardiff (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Before he was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed County Council in west Wales – his rock star son Gruff was born in Haverfordwest in 1970, whilst Ioan worked for Dyfed County Council. A paedophile gang operated in Dyfed and in wider west Wales for years.

June and Jennifer Gibbons grew up in Haverfordwest but did not become rock stars. Instead they were banged up in Broadmoor in the early 1980s when they were still teenagers for no good reason, after they had passed through Dyfed’s special education and child psychology services – but they did insist on telling everyone that they were prostitutes (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

Cerys Matthews began a career as a psychiatric nurse but discontinued it for reasons which she has never made public. She gave up psych nursing before she was famous and took up busking instead.

 

Gruff’s mate the Super Furry Animals drummer Dafydd Ieuan was also in Yr Anhrefn for a time, playing on their 1993 Peel session – the Furries had supported Yr Anhrefn on a tour of France in 1993. The Furries themselves were formed in Cardiff in 1993. Other members of the group are Dafydd Ieuan’s brother Cian Ciaran, Huw Bunford, Guto Pryce – the actor Rhys Ifans is a former member. Rhys Ifans’s career began at the paedophiles’ friends folly Theatre Clwyd (see posts ‘Workers Play Time’).

The Furries had all previously played in various other Welsh bands. Rhys Ifans, Dafydd Ieuan and Guto Pryce had been together since the early 1990s. After Huw Bunford and Cian Ciaran joined in 1995, they signed to Ankst, a Welsh indie label.

The name of the band came from T-shirts being printed by Gruff Rhys’s sister who was making Super Furry Animals T-shirts for the fashion and music collective Acid Casuals .

After gigging in London in late 1995, the Furries were noticed by Creation Records boss Alan McGee at the Camden Monarch club, who signed them to his label. Creation had recently found massive commercial success with Oasis. The Furries have said that having watched their gig, McGee asked them if they could sing in English rather than Welsh in future shows. There are claims that McGee thought that they were speaking Welsh when they were speaking English ‘because their accents were so strong’.

If this story is true, it suggests that Alan McGee was very unfamiliar with north Wales – those young men were perfectly understandable by English speakers, they were not elderly hill farmers who were very uncomfortable speaking in English. Gruff Rhys had been to Manchester Metropolitan University, he obviously managed to make himself understood there.

Alan McGee is a businessman and music industry executive who grew up in Glasgow. He has been a record label owner, musician, manager, and was a music blogger for The Guardian, 2006-10. Since Sept 2011 McGee has blogged for the Huffington Post UK. He is best known for co-founding and running Creation Records, 1983-99 and the Poptones label from 1999-07. By 1992 Creation was heavily in debt and McGee sold half the company to Sony Music. Just when it looked as though Creation would have to go into receivership, Oasis began selling enormous quantities of albums which saved the day.

McGee’s position was noted by the Labour Party, who considered him a figurehead of youth culture and courted his influence to spearhead a media campaign prior to the 1997 General Election. McGee was largely responsible for changing Gov’t legislation in relation to musicians being able to go on the New Deal which gave musicians three years to develop and be funded by the Gov’t instead of having to take other jobs to survive. In 1998, Omnibus made a documentary about McGee and Creation for BBC One.

So Blair changed legislation as a result of pressure/lobbying from Alan McGee. So why was it so essential to keep Mr McGee on side then Blair?

McGee was awarded the NME ‘Godlike Genius’ award in Feb 1996 and Creation Records was awarded “independent label of the year” every year between 1995 and 1998 by Music Week. McGee returned to making music in 1997, collaborating with Ed Ball under the name The Chemical Pilot, releasing the album ‘Journey to the Centre of the Mind’ in 1998.

While Oasis went on to sell nearly 54 million records by 2008, Creation continued issuing albums by other artists, none of which came near the success of Oasis. Rumours began to circulate of McGee’s dissatisfaction with the direction in which Creation had gone. In late 1999 it was announced that Creation Records would close. The final album released by the label was Primal Scream’s 2000 release which went gold in the UK. The final single was the third released from that album.

McGee closed Creation Records for good, selling the rest of the shares to Sony in 2000 for an overall price that was staggered through the 1990s of around $30,000,000 (USD). Following Creation’s closure, McGee became a property developer, buying houses, flats, a farm in Wales and an office block in Primrose Hill.

The dissolution of Creation Records led to McGee forming  Poptones in 2000. McGee also ran the international club night, Death Disco. McGee occasionally DJ’s around the globe under the moniker of ‘Death Disco’. Death Disco had branches in Glasgow, London, New York City, Budapest and Los Angeles. McGee had no further involvement with Death Disco after 2009.

In May 2007, McGee told the Indie that he was winding down Poptones for financial reasons.

On 12 September 2008, McGee retired from band music management and record company involvement.

In 2007, McGee was made a Companion of the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts (LIPA), in recognition of the work that he has carried out with students. LIPA was founded by Sir Paul McCartney and Mark Featherstone-Witty. The ‘project champion’ was Richard Branson. Featherstone-Witty describes Sir George Martin as the ‘Godfather’ of LIPA – Martin introduced Branson to Featherstone-Witty. Sir George Martin was the man known as the ‘Fifth Beatle’, an English record producer, arranger, composer, conductor, audio engineer, and musician. His career spanned more than six decades of work in music, film, television and live performance. Martin held a number of senior executive roles at media companies and contributed to a wide range of charitable causes, including the Prince’s Trust and work with the Caribbean island of Montserrat.

In recognition of his services to the music industry and popular culture, George Martin was given a knighthood in 1996 – the year in which the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced. Just as Gruff Rhys began to record English language songs and headed for the stars…

HM the Queen Lilibet opened LIPA in June 1996.

 

In Nov 2008, Alan McGee was appointed visiting fellow on the popular music degree course at the University of Gloucestershire.

Blair might have pursued Alan McGee, but McGee bit the hand that fed him before long. In Jan 2000 he likened the Labour party to Big Brother in Orwell’s ‘1984’ and accused Blair of being a control freak. McGee had previously been one of Labour’s biggest financial donors, having donated £100,000 to the party.

One of McGee’s last acts as Creation Records boss was to use £20,000 of Creation’s money to fund Malcolm McLaren’s campaign to run for Mayor of London. McLaren immediately stood down when Ken Livingstone finally decided to stand for Mayor.

In late 2009, McGee withdrew his support for the Labour Party. He wrote an article for The Sun in Oct 2009 in which he praised Tory leader David Cameron, saying that ‘at least David Cameron looks like a leader’.

‘I’ll tell you what gets me going and pumps me up – it’s people doing the right thing’. Like concealing a paedophile gang which murdered witnesses perhaps Cameron?

In the 2010 General Election, McGee stated that he had voted for Liberal Democrat Roger Williams. Roger Williams was MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 2001-15. So I presume that Alan McGee lives in the Brecon area.

You’ve guessed it – there was a paedophile gang in the Brecon area with links to Dafydd et al in north Wales. George Melly had a house near Brecon. Many years ago George Melly appeared at Theatre Gwynedd and whilst he was in Bangor he offered to pay a 16 year old boy – whom I knew when he was older – for sex.

I wrote to Roger Williams before he stood down as an MP. I wrote to Roger Williams in 2013 after I was assaulted and injured by a complete stranger who tried to throw me into the path of a moving car. It happened in broad daylight and there were loads of witnesses. The police in Aberystwyth weren’t able to investigate or interview the witnesses because after I went to the police station in Aberystwyth to report the attack, they called for medical help because of my injuries and I was sectioned by two Top Docs and a social worker. I was taken to Wrexham Maelor Hospital where it was later explained to me that I had been unlawfully detained because none of the paperwork had been signed by the Top Doctors, so I was free to go.

I discovered that the woman who attacked me was the daughter of a barrister who had previous for unprovoked violent assaults on people but that her dad got her out of trouble every time.

Full details of the events can be read in my post ‘Five Find A Mystery (Partially) Illuminated’.

Roger Williams never replied to my letter.

McGee announced in May 2014 that he had restarted Creation Management.

So how did so many sheep shaggers come to the attention of and indeed end up being embraced by an industry that had been so hostile to them for so many years previously and who obviously had no understanding of their roots because that industry asked them to sing in English – which defeated the point of what those bands were all about? The Furries received some criticism in the Welsh media for singing in English, criticism which the band felt ‘completely pissed’ about. The band have claimed that the decision to sing in English was taken in order to broaden their fan base.

 

In Feb 1996, the Furries debut on Creation, ‘Hometown Unicorn’, became NME’s Single of the Week, chosen by guest reviewers Pulp. It was the first Furries single to chart in the UK Top 50. The follow-up, a re-recording of ‘God! Show Me Magic’, charted at No. 33 upon release in April 1996 and also became NME single of the week. In May 1996, their debut album ‘Fuzzy Logic’ was released, to wide critical acclaim – this was the first time that Gruff had recorded in English. However sales were slow, but it garnered a little more interest when the next single ‘Something 4 the Weekend’ was given considerable radio airplay and charted at No. 18 in July 1996.

By Feb 1996 people were loudly demanding an public inquiry into events in the children’s homes of north Wales. Nicola Davies QC had stated in Dec 1995 that such an inquiry would not be in the public interest and outrage followed. In the summer of 1996 Secretary of State for Wales William Hague announced that there would be a Public Inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Gwynedd and Clwyd County Councils since 1974.

The final single from the album, was called ‘If You Don’t Want Me To Destroy You’, a strangely poignant title in view of what was happening to people like me at that time. The Furries themselves consider one of their best songs to be ‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ which came out in Dec 1996. Which was just about when the Waterhouse Inquiry opened.

‘The Man Don’t Give A Fuck’ did much to establish Super Furry Animals as cult heroes, as the song contained the word ‘fuck’ over 50 times and therefore received practically no airplay. It hit No. 22 in the charts and became Super Furry Animals standard closing number when they played live.

Not giving a fuck was a running theme with the paedophiles’ friends. Had Gruff sung a song called ‘My Dad And His Mates Are Running A Paedophile Gang’ no doubt Gruff would have been even more famous more quickly. He needn’t have worried about the dangers of arrest – Jimmy Savile asked four year old girls if they would be his girlfriends and boasted of making a deal with the local police in which it was agreed that if he returned a teenaged runaway to them, he would spend the night with her first and no-one published a word about his numerous sex crimes until after he was dead.

In the late 1980s/early 1990s there was a young man who was mates with another man in the village in which Gruff grew up whose father knew Jimmy Savile. The father concerned was a clergyman who I think lived over near Llandudno but had been involved with Stoke Mandeville Hospital. His son spent a lot of time in the Bethesda area and frequented festivals and music gigs whilst consuming a lot of drugs and alcohol. The son reassured me that Jimmy Savile was a ‘twat’ and that his dad and everyone else at Stoke Mandeville hated him.

The music festivals and gigs in north Wales in the 1990s were popular and frequented by a variety of people across the social spectrum. Two people who particularly enjoyed these events together – and who went to the bigger ones such as Glastonbury – were Jeff Crowther and Gareth Phillips. Jeff was a psychiatric nurse manager at the Hergest Unit and then worked for the drug team on Anglesey and Gareth was a senior nurse in the Hergest Unit. I have mentioned previously that Jeff and Gareth didn’t mistreat patients themselves, but they knew exactly what some of their colleagues were doing – and I bet that they knew who Gruff Rhys’s father was as well.

In early 1997, Super Furry Animals embarked on the NME Brats Tour and completed work on a follow-up to ‘Fuzzy Logic’. Two singles preceded the new album, one being ‘The International Language of Screaming’.

Gruff’s dad’s neighbours couldn’t have been screaming much louder but The Man Didn’t Give A Fuck.

The new releases featured cover art from Pete Fowler, who went on to design the sleeves of all the Furries releases up until 2007.

The album ‘Radiator’ hit the shelves in August 1997. Creation did not serve the album particularly well by releasing it just four days after the long-awaited new effort from Oasis, ‘Be Here Now’.

There’s a message for you Gruff – no matter how many kids were trafficked to celebs by Dafydd and Lucille, you and your friends will always be sheep shaggers in the eyes of those twats…

Two further singles, ‘Play It Cool’ (released Sept 1997) and ‘Demons’ (Nov 1997) both hit No. 27 in the charts, suggesting that Super Furry Animals had hit a commercial ceiling. However, somehow they had established themselves as favourites in the music press, a cut above the majority of their Britpop peers…

 

During 1997 the Waterhouse Inquiry heard evidence in public from former residents of children’s homes in north Wales. Accounts of the most serious abuse were given and some people collapsed whilst giving evidence.

 

The running theme re the Furries and sales seems to have been that outside their home territory of north Wales, the Furries didn’t always do that well. Sales were slow and sometimes not very good, but nonetheless they continued to be massively promoted by the music press/industry. Who had to ask them to sing their songs in a different language because they couldn’t understand what they were saying – even when they were speaking English.

In early 1998 Super Furry Animals recorded the ‘Ice Hockey Hair’ EP at Welsh producer and musician Gorwel Owen’s house and released it in May. The title track, ‘Smokin’ became their most successful single up to this point, hitting No. 12 in the charts and leading to a memorable appearance on ‘Top of the Pops’.

Now then, now then, guys and gals, we don’t usually let sheep shaggers from Bethesda into this business, but I’ve fixed it for them – as well as for those psychos from Broadmoor. They might know that I’m a twat up in Llanllechid but no-one’s going to publish a word.

By the beginning of 1998 no-one was in any doubt that what happened to kids in children’s homes in Gwynedd and Clwyd for years was dreadful and that senior managers in the Councils had known what was going on and had either colluded with, or ignored, it.

In Jan 1999, NME readers named the Furries ‘best new band’, although it was now three years since they had released their debut album. In May 1999, the single ‘Northern Lites’ – recorded at the Real World Studios – was released and made No. 11 in the charts. Real World Studios was founded by Peter Gabriel and is located near Bath.

 

In May 1999 the National Assembly for Wales was established, packed to the rafters with new AMs who were paedophiles’ friends, served by a civil service composed substantially of former Welsh Office staff who had spent decades concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the gang…

 

After playing several of the summer festivals, the Furries released ‘Fire In My Heart’ and embarked on a US and UK tour. They finished their UK tour at the Cardiff International Arena in Cardiff, where they showcased the first ever concert in surround sound and broadcast it on the World Wide Web.

As Sir Ronald Waterhouse was writing his Report, the UK was swept away by so many talented young people from Wales.

A phenomenon had been created, as well as a whole new image for Wales and Welsh youth. Had Gruff Rhys and his mates not received such frantic promotion from the music industry, Wales and its youth would have been perceived rather differently as a result of the horrors that had emanated from the witness evidence supplied at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Praise the Lord, we’re a musical nation – and Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Lady Patricia Scotland were paid a great deal of money to call the witnesses liars.

Bring out that harp and give us a tune Mrs Wigley – Lady Wigley now – we’re in need of some good PR.

Cool Cymru did wonders for young people in north Wales who had endured years of sneering and marginalisation from the English media and I – and scores of other people whose lives had been destroyed by Gruff Rhys’s dad and his mates – purchased the albums of those musicians as well. None of us realised at the time who their parents and parents’ friends were. They were simply known as musicians from north Wales who had managed to storm the ramparts of a bastion of Anglo-Americanism, which always goes down well in north Wales. Of course it was not Gruff Rhys who had presided over the biggest child sex abuse scandal that the UK had ever experienced – it was his dad and many of those who had assisted the careers of Gruff and his friends. I find it staggering that this never even got a mention in the media, particularly as the phenomenon that was Gruff Rhys and his mates was taking place at the very time as all those deaths of former kids in care and psych patients in north Wales.

Gruff Rhys’s dad Ioan Bowen Rees died in May 1999. We didn’t hear much about that either. Not that I’d have had time to attend the funeral, I was recovering from years of effort at keeping myself out of prison and high security hospitals as the crazed allegations and the perjury from the mates of Gryff Rhys’s dad had reigned down upon me. There was a lull about the time that Ioan Bowen Rees died, before the paedophiles’ friends returned with a vengeance in 2002 and tried to have me imprisoned once more…

 

In Jan 2000 – one month before the publication of the Waterhouse Report – the Furries released  ‘Do or Die’ and made No. 20. It was last single that the Furries released on Creation Records, as Alan McGee set off to pursue other interests, but then as far as the paedophiles’ friends would have been concerned, he’d served his purpose.

Ioan’s son was a star!

We are told that it ‘had always been the Furries plan’ to release their next album on their own label, Placid Casual. It would be ‘a deliberate sidestep from their recent work’ – an album of Welsh language songs entitled ‘Mwng’. Ah, so they could sing in Welsh again now….

A limited edition 7 inch record, ‘Ysbeidiau Heulog’ – pronounce that correctly then NME –  preceded ‘Mwng’ in May 2000. It was backed with ‘Charge’, recorded as a Peel Session for the BBC. The title will have just tripped off Peel’s tongue… The album, released the same month, sold remarkably well for a non-English LP – it made No. 11 in the charts – and was commended in Parliament for its efforts in keeping the Welsh language alive. Not that anyone had ever noticed Parliament taking a blind bit of notice of the Welsh language’s destiny before. We know what the PM at that time – Blair – thought of the Welsh. They were ‘the fucking Welsh’, as that video clip of Blair losing his temper whilst watching TV demonstrated.

The year of the Waterhouse Report also saw the Furries contribute two tracks for the Liverpool Sound Collage project, which was nominated for a Grammy. They undertook this remixing of unreleased Beatles recordings at the invitation of Paul McCartney, whom they had met at the NME Awards, where they had won Best Live Act.

At about this time, being Welsh was so desirable that people who were not in the least bit Welsh were trying to join the London Welsh Society. One such person was David Frost. David Frost was filmed joking with the Weathergirl – I think that she was about 45 yrs old at the time – Sian Lloyd about the efforts that he had made to get into the London Welsh. I always associate David Frost with ‘Through The Keyhole’ and being the butt of the jokes of the many people whom he was once mates with in Footlights, but of course David Frost took a substantial interest in the wrongdoing of those in high places.

David Frost died in Aug 2013, after Operation Pallial had begun to reinvestigate the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and as the nation geared up for a review of the Waterhouse Inquiry in the wake of allegations that it had been a huge cover-up. Frost was on a cruise liner and unusually he was travelling alone, not with his wife. He had a heart attack not long after the ship had left port but whilst it was slightly too far away for help from land to be easily available. No Top Doctor in the world could save Frost…

In 2015 Frost’s son Miles was found dead after going out jogging. He had died at only 31 yrs of the same condition as his father, which had been ticking away inside him undiagnosed…

 

With the demise of Creation, the Furries needed to find a new label for their next album. Sony held a substantial stake in Creation and offered a deal to the Furries, who signed with Sony’s subsidiary, Epic. The band pushed for a deal which allowed them to take a new album elsewhere if the label wasn’t interested in releasing it – thereby allowing them to find a home for any esoteric project which they might want to undertake in the future. Epic were remarkably accommodating, not something which the ruthless greedy recording industry is known for.

The greater resources afforded to the Furries by Epic were apparent in their first album for the label, ‘Rings Around the World’, released in July 2001. One of the tracks from the album, ‘Receptacle For the Respectable’ featured Paul McCartney. Another track  was ‘No Sympathy’.

‘Rings Around the World’ was the world’s first simultaneous release of an audio and DVD album. It was nominated for the Mercury Music Prize in 2001. The ceremony took place on the day after the terror attacks on the World Trade Centre and the Pentagon – the Furries performed the album track ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’. Well, The Man Don’t Give A Fuck does he. ‘It’s Not The End Of The World’ was released as a single in Jan 2002 (chart No. 30), following ‘(Drawing) Rings Around the World’ (chart No. 28). Neither had that much impact but still received some airplay, notably on BBC Radio 2. Which is the station for the middle-aged, who can remember the days before Gary Glitter and others had been convicted of child sexual abuse and when it was believed that teenaged girls on Top of the Pops actually enjoyed the Twat from Stoke Mandeville sporting a T Shirt with the slogan ‘If I Said You Had A Beautiful Body Would You Hold It Against Me?’ and asking them to follow the instructions on his shirt. The days when the same girls were ignored if they made allegations of sexual assault against the aforementioned Twat.

Now then, now then, now then, we mustn’t give up on these young gentlemen just because no-one is buying their music…

Lucky Gruff – son of one of those whom constituted, as a victim of the paedophiles’ friends said to me the other day, ‘a corrupt self-serving elite’ who ran Gwynedd as ‘their fiefdom’ – began preparing for stardom many years before it happened. In 1985 Gruff played drums for the north Wales band Machlud, appearing at the Pesda Roc festival in Bethesda and then found fame in Wales as the front man of Ffa Coffi Pawb (translated this name means ‘Everyone’s Coffee Beans’), which if said quickly in Welsh with a Bethesda accent, can sound like ‘fuck off everyone’.

On signing to Ankstmusik, Ffa Coffi Pawb became one of the leading bands on the Welsh music scene.

Ffa Coffi Pawb disbanded in 1993 and Gruff and drummer Dafydd Ieuan from Anglesey – who had played for Catatonia (1993-96), Yr Anhrefn and other Welsh language bands – formed the basis of Super Furry Animals and the legend began…

Gruff’s adventures continued after the allegations that Waterhouse had been one massive cover-up died down. In Jan 2005, Gruff released his first solo album, ‘Yr Atal Genhedlaeth’, on the Placid Casual label. A tour of Wales and several festival appearances followed. After Super Furry Animals signed to Rough Trade, the new label agreed to take on Gruff’s solo work as well and in 8 January 2007 they released ‘Candylion’.  A third solo album by Rhys, ‘Hotel Shampoo’ was released in Feb 2011. In March 2011, it was announced that Rhys would be playing at Glastonbury 2011.

In 2006 Gruff formed ieie Productions with his partner Catryn Ramasut in to produce film and television projects. Catryn had previously worked for BBC Radio 1, Marmalade Magazine and M and C Saatchi, better known to people of my vintage as the dreadful Saatchi and Saatchi.

You’re in good company Maurice and Charles – the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales!

In 2010, Dylan Goch’s film Separado! premiered, a documentary about Gruff Rhys’s trip to Patagonia in search of his forebears who had emigrated in the 19th century. In 2014, Dylan and Gruff co-directed a film about the Welsh explorer John Evans, American Interior. American Interior was a combined project of an album, a film, a book and an app for mobile devices.

In Dec 2015-Jan 2016, Rhys fronted a co-production with National Theatre Wales, ‘The Insatiable, Inflatable Candylion’. The music and lyrics were by Gruff Rhys and the play’s text by Tim Price. The musicians appearing with Rhys were Lisa Jen Brown (who also sang on the original album), Sweet Baboo, Emma Daman Thomas and Kilph Scurlock. The show also included actors Remy Beasley, Matthew Bulgo, Dyfan Dwyfor, Natasha Lewis and Dyfrig Morris.

Lisa Jen Brown is from Bethesda. I don’t know if her family are paedophiles’ friends, but her biography ticks all the right boxes for One Who Is Talented from Gwynedd. She landed a part in the S4C drama Rownd a Rownd at 14 years old, because it ‘was just fortunate enough that my drama school, Ysgol Glanaethwy, was right on the doorstep of where they happened to be filming. So when the show’s producers came knocking, my mum, who runs a stage company called Theatr Bara Caws in Caernarfon, told me to go for it’.

I think that mum holds the key here – kids in care didn’t just happen to get enrolled at Ysgol Glanaethwy, on the doorstep of someone who was conveniently filming an S4C drama and in need of the talents of a 14 year old girl who’s mum was part of the cylch.

Lisa had bigger ambitions though – ‘I did keep trying to audition for various London acting schools, but every year I’d get offered another series worth of work on the show’. So she didn’t get any offers from London then and had to carry on slumming it on the Rownd a Rownd set in Menai Bridge.

Lisa found a way of getting a nice place in London however: ‘One of my best friends went on to buy a place in Camden and practically demanded I move in with her’. Life’s a bitch though as Lisa explains: ‘I found trying to make it as an actress up there really hard and would constantly be running back to Wales to do bits and bobs in the theatre or on telly, like voicing kids’ cartoons on S4C’ sighs Lisa. ‘It just seemed to me that the casting directors in London can’t take anyone seriously unless they’ve got a long list of English-speaking credits on their CV. They tend not to take you seriously if your resume is full up with Welsh parts, no matter how good, because they aren’t aware of the high calibre of talent that we have down here.’

Yes the place is brimming over with the indulged children of the local elite with a massive sense of entitlement. Although Lisa’s working life sounds a bit like that of the Viz character Luvvie Darling, who spends most of his time ‘resting’ in between doing 20 second voice overs for kiddies TV or adverts, Lisa really scraped the barrel: ‘The absolute lowest point, though, came when I went up for an Immac commercial and all they wanted to do was look at all the actresses’ legs’.

Lisa Jen – Immac is flogged to women on the basis that they will be left with a pair of smooth, shiny, hairless legs, of course they will have been assessing you on your legs, that is the USP for Immac, you don’t need a PhD in theoretical physics to do the Immac commercials.

Jen did however find a fulfilling job eventually: ‘I did enjoy working in Agent Provocateur in Soho because I got to dress up every day in high heels and stockings to sell expensive knickers and bras to the punters’ she says.

Dafydd and Lucille will be proud of her.

During her six years in London, Lisa met her husband Martin Hoyland, the guitarist from 1990s alt-rockers Pusherman. They have now returned to Gwynedd and live in Lisa’s grandmother’s old cottage at Gerlan, near Bethesda.

Lisa has in the past provided backing vocal sessions for Cerys Matthews.

 

Dyfan Dwyfor is a Welsh actor from Cricieth who now lives in London. He attended Ysgl Eifionydd, Porthmadog and Coleg Meirion Dwyfor before going on to Ysgol Glanaethwy. He graduated from the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama in 2007. Dyfan’s career began when he bagged a part in Rown a Rownd on S4C…

 

On 17 Dec 2011, Gruff Rhys joined the Manic Street Preachers on stage during the ‘A Night of National Treasures’ live event at the O2 Arena in London.

The Manic Street Preachers were also part of the Cool Cymru phenomenon, but although they have performed and played on occasions with Gruff and co, the Manic Street Preachers are from south Wales – Blackwood – and don’t seem to be intimately networked with quite so many paedophiles’ friends as Gruff and his friends from north Wales. Furthermore Richey Edwards, the Manic Street Preacher who disappeared in Feb 1995 and has not been seen since, suffered from many of the very same problems as did those who were left to kill themselves by the Social Services Dept which Gruff’s dad ran.

On 21 April 2016, Gruff Rhys released a new song entitled ‘I Love EU’, a song praising the EU ahead of the June 2016 EU referendum.

 

In July 2015, Gruff received an Honorary Fellowship from Bangor University. Gruff’s cousin, DJ and music promoter Huw Stephens, was also honoured – their mutual grandfather was President of the Students Union at what was then UCNW. Gruff Rhys is also the cousin of musician MC Mabon (Gruff Meredith).

I cannot find any references to the name of the grandfather who was SU President at UCNW, but it will have been Ioan Bowen Rees’s father, who taught at Dolgellau Grammar School. Bronwen Astor, the wife of Bill Astor when the Profumo affair exploded, went to school in Dolgellau (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor).

Ioan’s grandfather had been a missionary in Ndebeland -now Zimbabwe – where he was placed under the protection of King Lobengula during the 1890s Bantu uprisings.

Ioan Bowen Rees was born in 1929. So his father would probably have been leading the Students Union at UCNW in the early-mid 1920s or thereabouts.

The President of UCNW, 1900-27, was Lord Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, 4th Baron Kenyon, a member of the Conservative Govt’s of Lord Salisbury and Arthur Balfour, then of Lloyd George’s Coalition Gov’t. He was a member of Flintshire County Council and Deputy Lieutenant of Shropshire, as well as a  JP for Flintshire and Shropshire. He was ADC to King George V in 1912.

Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – who was known by the social services to be sexually exploiting boys in care in north Wales and after being caught in the act made a complaint of theft against the boy involved who was then sent to a detention centre – was the grandson of the 4th Baron Kenyon. Thomas, who never faced any action regarding his activities with the boys in care, died of AIDS in 1993. See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ for further details of Thomas.

Lloyd’s son, Thomas’s father, the 5th Baron – also called Lloyd – was a Tory peer and President of UCNW, 1947-82. The 5th Baron was Provincial Grand Master of the North Wales Freemasons, member of the North Wales Police Authority, a leading light in the local NHS bodies and Chairman of Clwyd Area Health Authority, 1974-78, a Flintshire County Councillor, Deputy Lieutenant for Flintshire, ad infinitum. Which places Lord Kenyon at the scene of a great many crimes. A paedophiles’ friend and a paedophiles’ father.

The 5th Baron Kenyon was a Director of Lloyds Bank.

For further details about the Kenyon dynasty and the other paedophiles’ friends who governed UCNW and the University of Wales, please see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’.

Gruff’s grandfather will have had the dirt on naughtiness in high places reaching back as far as Lloyd George and King George V and no doubt Gruff’s dad did as well.

 

Gruff’s cousin Huw Stephens was born in Cardiff. He is the son of the author and literary journalist Meic Stephens. Huw really did make it big overnight and at a tender age. Huw joined Radio 1 in 1999 at the age of 17 as part of the station’s new regional output, where he hosted the Wales opt-out with Bethan Elfyn. Huw had previously been a DJ on Rookwood Sound Hospital Radio in Llandaff. In 2005, Huw gained a national slot when he became one of the replacements for the late John Peel and Huw has never looked back.

Hospital radio in Llandaff to Radio 1 at the age of 17? That’s pretty impressive. In 1999 as well – just before the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ah, Wales has got talent…

Huw’s dad, Meic Stephens is a Welsh literary editor, journalist, translator and poet. Meic came from Treforest, near Pontypridd. He studied at Aberystwyth and Bangor Universities and at the University of Rennes in Brittany.

From 1962-66, Stephens taught French at Eddw Vale in Monmouthshire.

In Merthyr Tydfil, Stephens he established the Triskel Press and in 1965 he began the periodical, Poetry Wales. 

Meic Stephens learnt Welsh as an adult and became a member of Cymdeithas yr Iaith Cymraeg and of Plaid. So Meic will be well connected to a great many people who were paedophiles’ friends themselves or who knew that they would be finished by association if the truth regarding the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal ever got out.

From 1967-90, Meic Stephens was literature director of the Welsh Arts Council. Before retiring he was Professor of Welsh Writing in English at the University of Glamorgan. He was also a visiting professor in the English department of Brigham Young University, Utah, US. He has written for the Western Mail and writes obituaries of eminent Welsh people for the Indie.

As a member of Cymdeithas, Meic will know all about Meri Huws, who was a colleague of the paedophiles of north Wales in the 1980s when she worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. Meri was a leading light in Cymdeithas in her youth, but being Meri and having fallen out with everyone, she is never mentioned by the Cymdeithas veterans unless it is in a derogatory manner. They loathe her and were livid when she was appointed as Welsh Language Commissioner, alleging that it was yet another job that Meri had bagged by shagging Ministers in the Welsh Gov’t (see post ‘People With Energy’).

 

Another person who knows much of the info that I have posted up on this blog is a former UCNW student who was doing her PhD in the same Dept as me when I was an undergrad – Stel Farrar. Stel will in fact know much more than me, because she had a relationship with one of the lecturers – John Farrar – whilst she was an undergrad and later married him. John Farrar ended up as PVC for Research and was memorably described to me as ‘the second most hated man in Bangor’, after Farrar had experienced a heart attack after a screaming row with the Senior PVC, Professor Fergus Lowe, ‘the most hated man in Bangor’ (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). How the oppressed laughed as these utter bastards who had made so many lives so unbearable for so many years fought like ferrets in a sack.

After the most hated man in Bangor had nearly succeeded in killing the second most hated man in Bangor, Farrar decided that he didn’t want to be a PVC anymore and that he would retire. A polite e mail was sent around the staff explaining that there wouldn’t be a party because ‘John doesn’t want a fuss’ – which was just as well because he wasn’t going to get one – but if anyone would like to leave a donation for a gift, there was a collection being organised. E mails were sent between staff with comments such as (from a lecturer who kept sheep on his small hill farm), ‘well I’ve got a bag of shit that he’s welcome to’.

During the Fungus/Farrar Years of Oppression, Stel bagged herself a job as a Welsh teacher with Meri Huws’s dysfunctional empire, the School of Lifelong Learning. Meri was also a PVC and it was a real laugh because Farrar, Meri and Fungus all hated each other.

Meri’s departure from Bangor University was even better than Farrar’s. There was a party but the arrangements were kept secret lest the event was gatecrashed by well-wishers. I and a friend managed to find out the date of the event and we searched the corridor in Top College which housed the organs of gov’t in the hope of finding Meri pissed and screaming as was her habit after a few drinks, but we were unsuccessful. I was later told that the VC had organised an event to which a small number of trusted people were invited who could be relied upon not to take the piss. The ever polite VC then sent out a message thanking Meri for her ‘unique contribution’ to the University…

He couldn’t be any ruder because it was alleged that Meri was a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan who at that time was FM.

There was so much dirt accompanied by so much swearing sent around on the staff e mails about these three PVCs that people began to get worried lest the university authorities had installed a programme to detect terms of abuse relating to the PVCs in staff e mails. Until one Professor reassured everyone with the observation that if such a programme had been installed it would crash from overwork within about five minutes.

 

Stel and John Farrar have a son – Robin. He’s a leading light in Cymdeithas and regularly appears in the media in Wales demanding that Carwyn should show greater commitment to the Welsh language and more importantly should hand over a lot more dosh to Meri et al.

 

Gruff’s fellow Furries band members Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran run the Cardiff-based label and recording studio Strangetown Records. Dafydd Ieuan released ‘The Golden Mile’ in 2008, with Rhys Ifans on vocals. In 2013, Dafydd Ieuan recorded with Catatonia’s former guitarist Mark Roberts.

Dafydd Ieuan and Cian Ciaran’s dad is Top Doctor Carl Clowes! Carl is well-known in north Wales and has been the subject of a number of controversies regarding some of the good works with which he has been involved, controversies which usually seemed to centre around allegations involving the finances of the projects. Carl Clowes is a community champ, a Welsh language campaigner and an anti-nuclear campaigner.

Dr Carl Clowes is a former public health consultant for Gwynedd and is currently a Board member of Public Health Wales. Public Health Wales is a receptacle for those paedophiles’ friends who have been sacked by everyone else in north Wales but who have so much dirt on their colleagues that no-one can afford to turn them completely loose. Carl is the Board rep for the Third sector, so if anyone wonders who is responsible for ensuring that MIND and Dafydd’s charity CAIS continue to receive millions in taxpayers money, the finger points, partly at least, at Carl.

Carl graduated from Manchester Medical School in the late 1960s. He has said that he particularly loved going to Top of the Pops in the converted chapel in Rusholme, which acted as a studio in the early days of the programme.

Now then, now then…

Carl maintains that Manchester ‘remains a city with a human touch’. It was to gay clubs in Manchester that the empowered service users detained under the Mental Health Act in Prestwood Homes were being taken to enable them to meet ‘people like them’. Clients were abused at Prestwood and it was very obviously a people trafficking organisation disguised as a chain of care homes. No-one ever managed to find out who owned the considerable business which was Prestwood, but the manager was an associate of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones. See posts ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ and ‘News Round Up And Crime Report, May 14 2017’ for details of the nightmare that was Prestwood Homes.

After graduation, Carl Clowes worked as a junior doctor in Manchester Royal Infirmary, Stepping Hill Hospital and in Llangwyfan Chest Hospital in North Wales returning to Manchester and postgraduate studies in the Christie Hospital.

Dafydd’s network reached as far as Manchester University (see posts ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’ and ‘The Mentor’) as did Dr Tony Francis’s (Dr X’s) network, (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Tony Francis’s wife Sadie worked at Manchester with him – I think that Sadie trained at Manchester.

When Carl Clowes left Manchester he moved to Llanaelhaearn on the Llŷn Peninsula to work in a single-handed GP dispensing practice.

Carl has observed that ‘Whatever one’s talents or interests, medicine offers a unique opportunity for personal development’.

You can even run a pan-European paedophile ring, remain untouchable whilst victims and witnesses are found dead and still the media will spout rubbish about your talents and your compassion and explain that the havoc over which you are presiding will be resolved if only you are given more money. In the event of a police investigation, you can use your influential network to construct your children as musical prodigies.

Carl has said that working on the Llyn ‘proved to be a remarkably profitable period of my life, as I came face-to-face with a community in serious decline and facing all the consequential health problems’. As a single-handed GP working in a dispensing practice – and the only GP for miles around as well – Carl will not only have wielded considerable influence in the area, but will have been able to do whatever he wanted without scrutiny. He will have been able to attribute the ‘serious decline’ in the community and the ‘consequential health problems’ to any reason convenient for him, rather than explain that there was a sex trafficking gang operating in the region which was facilitated by a network of professional people who were also dipping their hands into the till whenever it suited them.

Carl helped set up Cymdeithas y Pentrefwyr (Villagers’ Society) in Llanaelhaearn, where the village school was facing closure as a consequence of severe population decline in the area. This led to Carl ‘Chairing Antur Aelhaearn, the first ‘community cooperative’ in the UK. The villagers became shareholders in their own development ‘trust’, so revitalising the area; inter alia, they built their own workshops, established an Eisteddfod, a community centre and playground and are currently working on a proposal to ensure Llanaelhaearn becomes a ‘green village’. In 2014, Antur celebrated its 40th anniversary. Carl maintains that the rationale was to ‘address some of the area’s need and restore confidence in the population, to great success’.’

 

Well I’m staggered to hear that Carl, because after leaving Bethesda I lived a few miles down the road from Llanaelhaearn for a few years. I loved it out there, it is a beautiful place with mountains and sea. But the local people have bugger all. They have worked very hard to keep that community pub of theirs going and I think that their community shop is still in business as well, but the only person who could ever claim that it is not a community in decline enduring serious disadvantage is a Top Doctor called Carl Clowes who does not live on the limited incomes of people in Llanaelhaearn.

There are at present plans to close yet more rural schools in Gwynedd, because the Council cannot afford to maintain them. If I had children I would want them to attend a small Welsh medium school, at least whilst they were of primary age – many of those schools are very good. But even Dafydd Iwan has now appeared in the Welsh media to support the village schools closure programme – because there is no dosh left. There is no dosh left because for decades the paedophiles’ friends have gobbled and troughed and grossly mismanaged, whilst feathering their own nests and ruthlessly excluding anyone who looked like they might have known what they were doing. They’ve had the lot, there is nothing left. And as Dafydd Iwan sung at every gig he did – ‘Yma O Hyd’ (this translates as ‘We’re Still Here’). Yes that’s the fucking trouble Dafydd, you are still there and so are all the dipsticks who brought north Wales to its knees. The councils are in crisis, there’s no dosh, there’s no services, the NHS has collapsed and no-one will work for it anyway and young people are leaving at an even greater rate than before. Because the whole bloody region is run by the paedophiles’ friends. So who are you going to blame now that crunch point has been reached Dafydd?

Never mind, Gruff and his friends are famous!

 

Another Top Doctor owned a house near Carl’s turf at Llanaelheaern – Tony Francis. He purchased a second home there during the Time Of The Great Panic, in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It was all a bit weird – Tony Francis lived on Anglesey and had just acquired a rather grand place at Dwyran as his main home. The alleged purpose of the cottage at Trefor was for him to stay in whilst he was working down on the Llyn – his duties had been redefined and he was given responsibility for the patients down there. By this time Francis was at complete loggerheads with every one of his colleagues and was very obviously cracking up. He was being treated appallingly by all of them, we witnessed it – he was being blatantly insulted by the other Top Docs and Angels were telling patients that he was ‘mentally ill’. For his part, Francis made efforts to get patients on his side in his battle with his colleagues – ironically, we did support him. We could see how they were treating him and we all hated them because they had abused us for years anyway – but none of us knew what Francis was trying to do to us without our knowledge.

The reality was that the whole bloody lot of them had concealed the paedophile gang and now that Waterhouse was approaching they were turning on each other – and asking the patients whom they had mistreated to save them.

Francis only owned the cottage at Trefor for about 10 minutes. Matters went inexplicably pear shaped and he decided that he wasn’t going to be the consultant for the Llyn after all and he sold his house there.

I am trying to work out why Francis wanted domain over that region as Waterhouse approached. There was a complete can of worms in the Police Station and Magistrates Court at Pwllheli, they were bastions of the paedophiles’ friends and were used to fit people up when all other methods had failed. Francis was also involved in concealing questionable matters at the holiday camp at Pwllheli – it was for years a Butlin’s, but then it changed its name – which received many young working class people from Merseyside every summer, as staff and visitors. Francis’s relocation to the Dwyfor area will definitely have been linked to the Great Cover-Up.

If Carl the Empowerer – who knew Tony Francis – knows what the explanation is, perhaps he could enlighten me.

 

In 1988, Carl convened and subsequently Chaired Fforwm Iaith Genedlaethol (National Language Forum), which brought together 26 Welsh language organisations to campaign for a new Welsh Language Act. In 1991, also as Chair, Carl was responsible for developing the first ever comprehensive strategy for the future of the Welsh language.

The use of Welsh – even in the language stronghold of Gwynedd – has declined since 1988.

Between 1988-90, Carl ‘stepped out of the NHS’ to work with the local authority Cyngor Dwyfor and the endemically corrupt WDA to engineer a socio-economic development strategy for the Llŷn Peninsula.

I got to know some of the local young people from the area, because they were the friends of the children of the person whom I shared a house with. One local young man had serious drug problems and was also dealing to fund his own habit. The other young people were so wary of him that they asked their parents to make excuses so that they could avoid him if he called over to their houses.

There is a village called Clynnog Fawr some eight miles from Llanaelhaearn and between 2002-07, I lived nearby. I used to pop into the pub at Clynnog because the children of my friends worked in there – the pub was staffed virtually entirely by local young people who needed casual work as there was no other employment for them in the area.

The pub served the local population and was fairly quiet but did have a steady trade. Then the pub was purchased by someone who lived in Chester and he decided to go upmarket and aim for a complete different market – foodies and tourists. The man who purchased the pub paid for an advertising campaign on the local radio and much was made of the fact that the pub was under new management and now had aspirations to be a bit posh. A new manageress was installed who imposed a regime of terror and the local young people who worked there found the atmosphere so unpleasant that they began leaving as soon as they could.

When winter arrived, the pub was virtually empty. My friend explained to me that the new manageress ‘has banned all the old alkies and they’re the only customers in the winter’. I used to go in the pub with the old alkies – I’m not sure that they were actually alkies, they were a group of local elderly men who lived nearby, but they definitely weren’t foodies. Then someone else I knew who enrolled for a counselling course at Chester University discovered that one of her fellow students was the owner of the pub. He knew nothing about the socio-economic problems of the area – he didn’t know how badly the manageress was treating staff either – and didn’t realise that most of the local people didn’t have enough money to dine in style regularly, so once the tourists had gone home there would be no customers with foodie desires.

Whilst I lived near Clynnog a few other memorable things happened in Carl Clowes’s empowered community. A man who used a wheelchair and who had mental health problems was imprisoned for a murderous attack on his elderly mother, after the Top Docs at the Hergest Unit refused to admit him on the grounds that he was ‘dangerous’ and should be prosecuted. The murderous attack consisted of the man – who had a long standing depressive illness – waving a pair of garden shears at his mother and saying that he wished that he could kill both of them. He then dropped the shears, started crying and his mum rang the doctor. It was the biggest mistake she made. After her middle-aged depressed son was imprisoned, the prison admitted that it did not have the facilities for a man with such severe physical disabilities and also stated that he should be in a mental health unit anyway, such were his problems.

Then another even sadder event happened. One of the young men I knew who had worked in the pub died in freak accident, which wasn’t the fault of anyone. His mum had been raped when she was young and had taken to drink. She had not been offered any help from the mental health services at any time. She managed to remain in work and for a while worked in Morrison’s supermarket. This lady was also epileptic and when Morrison’s found out, she was harassed by the management until she left her job. She ended up living in B&B accommodation for the homeless in Caernarfon – accommodation which was owned by two people who worked in the Housing Dept at Gwynedd County Council who were making a bomb by charging nearly £1000/week for the substandard accommodation. Which was paid for by Gwynedd County Council…

There was a social worker employed by Gwynedd County Council who lived near Clynnog. She told someone I know that she avoided going into the Post Office at Clynnog because the trouble was that she would bump into her clients if she went in there and she really didn’t want to have to speak to them. That particular problem resolved itself when the Post Office closed down.

 

People often laugh at Brown and me and ask us how we discover so much of this sort of thing. The answer is simple. We have been/are friends with so many who have been crapped upon that we know what is really happening to them, so we don’t rely on media interviews given by the paedophiles’ friends for our information regarding ‘the community’. Furthermore, throughout my many years in north Wales, it was an assorted collection of hippies, mental health patients and friendly neighbours who were small businessmen or farmers who were the main source of help for me as the paedophiles’ friends did everything possible to see me destitute and in prison. Sadly a number of those who helped me then came under fire from the paedophiles’ friends and found themselves accused of child abuse or were inexplicably denied NHS treatment for serious medical conditions.

 

 

After empowering everyone in the Clynnog/Llanaelhaearn area, Carl Clowes returned to Powys and become Medical Director – he was previously Director of Planning and a Public Health Consultant in Powys –  then retired early in 2000 to ‘follow two projects’ that he’d led in the 1970s and 1980s.

In recent weeks it has been admitted that the children’s services in Powys have been riddled with problems for years and are now no longer functioning. Neither does Powys have a functioning mental health service or indeed many other basic health and social care services. Machynlleth has a vibrant community group who are real stars and they are doing just about everything that in previous years was the job of the NHS or social services. They are also providing food and legal advice for people who have been left destitute after their benefits have been stopped, sometimes unlawfully. Sadly that group are not legally allowed to prescribe opiates for pain relief or carry out root canal treatment – I suspect that if they were, they’d probably do a better job than a hissy fitting member of the BMA.

 

The first project that Carl became involved with was Nant Gwrtheyrn, a language centre that was part of a wider scheme to develop a former quarrying village in order to improve employment opportunities for the locals. Carl lists Nant Gwrtheyrn as one of his greatest achievements. Carl stated that ‘Some 30,000 people have gained from courses at the centre and, at the last count, some 27 countries were represented in the ‘mix’ of origin of the attendees’.

That is probably true, Nant Gwrtheyrn is a great place if you want to go on a residential Welsh course or want a coffee in the cafe before you walk along the cliff to look at the wild goats and ravens. But Carl knows as well as I do that Nant Gwrtheyrn has done bugger all for people living on its doorstep. It is a visitor attraction for tourists or people with enough dosh and leisure time to hang out down there.

The ’employment opportunities’ are low paid jobs – that may only exist during the summer months – staffing the cafe, cleaning the houses etc. Carl boasts that Nant Gwrtheyrn has provided 30 jobs and is the major employer in the area. Which simply demonstrates how dire the employment opportunities are in that part of Gwynedd. Furthermore Nant Gwrtheyrn is at the bottom of a massively steep valley, miles away from anywhere with no public transport. So the folk in those poorly paid part-time jobs will need their own transport to get to work. For those who have got transport, the cost of keeping the car on the road to enable them to get to their jobs in the cafe or doing the cleaning will erode their part-time earnings.

I am very familiar with life in that part of the world and the everyday story of local folk is of people who are spending money keeping old bangers going so they can drive over to clean the holiday cottages for a few hours on two or three days per week because there is no other work for many miles. In the summer there is a bonanza when Hafan Y Mor, a holiday park near Pwllheli, opens for business and the caravans and chalets need doing, so everyone heads for the ’employment opportunities’ there. That is not a bed of roses though – Hafan Y Mor is a totalitarian regime.

One of my friends used to work at Hafan Y Mor and related the tale of the elderly man who used to do the gardens there, who, after working his knackers off all morning, sat on a bench to have a drink from his flask. At the time Hafan Y Mor had been booked by a ‘community group’ providing cheap holidays for the disadvantaged and one of the guests saw the gardener on the bench and asked him to do something for her. The gardener said – but not rudely – that he was just on his break but would get onto it as soon as he’d finished. The guest reported him to the management – I was told that Hafan Y mor was plastered in notices encouraging the guests to complain if they were less than 100% satisfied with the service – and the gardener was given a formal warning.

My friend neatly summed it up with the comment ‘a service user on a cheap holiday nearly got him the sack’.

Hafan Y Mor are in a position to sack people for trivial reasons because the locals are so desperate for work, so matter how inadequate, that there’ll always be someone else coming along…

Carl Clowes was never in danger of losing his job as the result of a complaint from a service user.

Carl’s second project was Dolen Cymru, which acted as a link between Wales and Lesotho in Africa to ‘facilitate educational, health, religious and cultural people exchanges between the two countries’. Carl Chaired Dolen Cymru from its outset in 1985 and is Honorary Consul for Lesotho in Wales. Carl has explained that ‘At a personal level, this engagement with sub-Saharan Africa opened up many opportunities for me and, also, health colleagues who have spent time in the country… The challenges of working with minimal resources, few trained staff and enormous clinical problems has helped focus the mind of many a clinician involved in the country.’ Carl continues to visit Lesotho annually.

In 2009, King Letsie III made Carl Clowes a Member of the Most Loyal Order of Ramatseatsana for his work in developing the Dolen Cymru link.

No doubt Dolen Cymru was established with the best will in the world, but as with so many things, the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends have colonised it and caused havoc. There have been internal rows and allegations of dishonesty and financial mismanagement – Dr Graham Thomas, a former Hergest Unit doctor who was a neighbour of mine, seemed to be at the centre of the discord. Graham is a leading light in the BMA.

People keep asking me if any of the Top Docs have contacted me with regard to this blog. Only one has- Graham Thomas. Who accused me of libelling him. Graham’s comment and my responses, as well as the responses of other readers, can be read in the comments column with follows my post ‘Correction and Apology’. I did invite Graham to expand on his accusation but I heard no more. Just to clarify, I have never accused Graham of the sort of abuse or negligence which I witnessed on the part of so many of his colleagues, I only ever heard that Graham was a good consientious doctor in terms of his conduct at work – but Graham most certainly knows about the misconduct and criminality of his colleagues and he has kept schtum.

 

One service that is provided by Dolen Cymru is excellent PR for the paedophiles’ friends working in the Wales NHS.

 

Carl Clowes gave an interview in which he told young people that if opportunities ‘don’t arise, create them!’. They don’t all have a hot line to the WDA like you Carl, those working at Hafan Y Mor are not going to be given a few million to develop a nice but minority interest tourist attraction – they’ll be the people who are paid the minimum wage throughout the summer months to serve the coffees and do the cleaning….

Carl maintains that ‘Doors seem to have a habit of opening or closing, as the case may be!’ Interestingly enough Carl, if you blow the whistle on a sex trafficking ring or you help someone who has, a lot of doors seem to slam shut very firmly and very quickly. Including the cell door behind you in Walton Prison or Broadmoor.

Regarding the NHS in Wales, Carl’s pearls include – ‘One of the biggest challenges in Wales is to make sure we know what impacts on the public’s health and work to get those factors right.

In 2012, Carl was given an OBE for his work ‘in the community in Anglesey. He has also been honoured by the National Eisteddfod and is a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards – as are a number of Dafydd’s and Lucille’s associates. In 2014 Carl was awarded the Alumni Medal for Social Responsibility by the University of Manchester.

 Carl has contributed to the BMA Cymru Wales Community Blog. He explained that as a result of the decline of the community in which he worked as a GP,’a high prevalence of hypertension, diabetes and depression followed and in an attempt to address this, I successfully led the development of the first community cooperative in the UK, Antur Aelhaearn’.

I have seen no evidence that Antur Aelhaearn has made any difference to the rates of hypertension, diabetes and depression in the community, no matter what other benefits the project may have conferred. Carl believes that it ‘is that with an empowered community, individuals are also empowered and these wider determinants can have a lasting impact on important health indices’.

I invite readers to pop up and have a look at Llanaelhaearn. There isn’t a great deal of empowerment going on. There are decent people doing their best in a region in which they and their children have been priced out of the housing market, because no-one can buy a house from their earnings at Nant Gwertheryn. Indeed it is getting very difficult for people in that position to even rent somewhere. Carl and his children will not face the same problems, although one of Carl’s famous sons did mention that he left Anglesey because there were no opportunities for him there. Presumably Carl’s son did not relocate to the Llyn to clean the cottages at Nant Gwertheryn. As with so many of the brainwaves that emanate from the paedophiles’ friends, those are the jobs that other people’s children do.

Carl has also been involved in international public health projects, including the NGO Medical Emergency Relief International’s (MERLIN) Tuberculosis programme in Tomsk, Siberia, an HIV programme in Mizoram, India and the restructuring of primary care services in Cambodia with French children’s charity Enfants et Dévelopment.

 

Following Carl’s contribution to the BMA blog, ‘Anonymous’ commented: ‘An excellent summary of a rewarding, selfless and committed professional life. An inspirational dedication to empower communities and individuals and to tackle health inequities in disadvantaged population.’ Anonymous doesn’t live in Carl’s empowered community then…

 

A few days ago the Daily Post Online ran a story about an employee of the DWP in Caernarfon Job Centre who has won a case of disability discrimination against the DWP, after evidence was produced of truly dreadful conduct on the part of the managers of Caernarfon Job Centre. Which will not surprise anyone with knowledge of how Caernarfon Job Centre has conducted business for years.

There is a man who a few years ago was employed by Caernarfon Job Centre – and might well still be – who could a few tales about the paedophiles’ friends. The security man there, Dewi. Dewi is a sort of hired thug who is as rude and intimidating as possible to the clients of Caernarfon Job Centre. It must be a retirement job because Dewi will be past 65 now. I remember Dewi really well from his days as a younger hired thug. Dewi used to be the security man in the Students Union when I was a student. I heard a great many anecdotes about Dewi and his enjoyment of using uncalled for excessive force against the male students. I didn’t expect to ever have a confrontation with Dewi myself, because I was female and didn’t tend to frequent the boozing sessions in the SU – Dewi usually targeted boys who had been in the bar, so that he could use the excuse of drunken students for his excessive force.

However I did encounter Dewi. After I complained about Gwynne the lobotomist, it was Dewi who was called upon to throw me out of the SU building – and unlawfully grab my bag and chuck it outside – repeatedly. Dewi was a personal friend of the nurse employed by the Student Health Centre, Liz Stables – Liz was a mate of Dafydd’s.

Dewi used to live on the Maesgeirchan estate, just outside of Bangor. Which was the location of Ty’r Felin, the children’s home where the kids were abused and trafficked for sex work, to Dolphin Square as well as to other places (see post ‘Are You Local?’).

As a hired thug who socialised with other thugs and friends of Dafydd, Dewi will have known a great deal about the paedophile gang whom he was assisting.

If the police want to have a word with Dewi, he’s the one in Caernarfon Job Centre who’s quite short and muscular with a 1970s walrus moustache and a lot of gold jewellery. Who looks like an ageing henchman for serious criminals.

 

 

 

Gwlad y Menig Gwynion

The title of this post translates as ‘The Land of the White Gloves’. This refers to the tradition of the Judge wearing white gloves at the Assize Court, but only if there were no criminal cases before him. There is an account of it in a book called ‘Sentenced To Hell’, by J. Richard Williams, about people who were transported from north Wales in the 18th and 19th centuries for staggeringly trivial crimes. On 29 July 1865, the Caernarvon and Denbigh Herald proudly reported that the High Sheriff had presented the Judge with a pair of white gloves as a result of there being no criminal cases to try. Everyone ‘rejoiced in the purity of the morals of the people of this county’.

Obviously, that was pre-Dafydd and Lucille.

 

There is a judge in north Wales who until recently still wore white gloves. Not because he donned them when there were no criminal cases before him – the judge in question will never have found himself short of criminal cases to try, he sentenced me to more than 100 hours of community service because I told Alun Davies’s secretary over the phone that Davies was a fat idiot and when this judge was still a barrister he prosecuted the Rev Emyr Owen from Tywyn for three sexual offence with corpses that were a physiological impossibility. I am of course talking about Judge Huw Morgan Gruffydd Daniel, previous star of this blog.

Huw Daniel wore white gloves when he used to dress up like General Pinochet in his capacity as Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd – that particular role was his reward for decades of insanity and injustice on the bench as he sentenced the victims of the paedophiles and their friends. Huw retired from that position recently, so presumably the old fool can no longer make an even bigger idiot of himself in fancy dress.

 

This post provides the names and details of yet more people who assisted the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends in the Land of the White Gloves.

 

Previous posts such as ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’, ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’, ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ and ‘The Banality Of Evil’ demonstrate just how very serious the criminality in the mental health services in north Wales was over a period of years and how the solution to patients challenging anyone about this was for the mental health services to resort to yet more serious criminality in an attempt to cover their tracks.

I have described how during the 1980s and 90s the MDU and BMA were complicit with the most serious wrongdoing and were happy to supply advice and legal help to Top Doctors whom they knew were committing serious offences.

Previous posts such as ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’ and ‘The Creme de la Creme’ have named some of those in the MDU who colluded with the serious crime, including Sir Robert Francis, Ann Ball, Dr Ian Sanderson, Sir Patrick Holmes Sellors and Lord Simon Glenarthur.

My documentation showed that the MDU acted for Tony Francis (Dr X) and Dr Dafydd Alun Jones on numerous occasions between 1986 and 1995 – the MDU probably acted for them at other times as well, unbeknown to me.

 

Let’s look at a few of others involved with MDU during those years whom I have not yet named.

 

Dr Peter Williams was appointed President of the MDU in 2013 – Williams had been Vice-President for the previous five years and had been involved with the MDU for years previously, as a member of the MDU Board and before then as someone on the MDU Cases and Committee. In an interview when his Presidency was announced, Williams referred to his previous discussions of ‘the complex clinical and medico-legal issues of cases involving our members’ and explained that what really impressed him about the MDU was ‘first, the quality of the people in the MDU, not least their willingness to engage in members’ problems and their care and thoroughness in their dealings with members, and second by the extent to which decision-making is driven by providing good service’.

So Dr Williams, in what way were those lofty ambitions consistent with representing Tony Francis and Dafydd whilst they abused patients, facilitated a sex trafficking ring and perjured themselves in an attempt to have me banged up because I had complained about their misconduct and criminality? Neither do I think that the ‘problems’ which Francis and Dafydd took to you could be described as ‘complex clinical and medico-legal issues’ – you had a great deal of evidence that they were both involved with crime so serious that you should have reported their activities to the police immediately.

Peter Williams began his career as a zoologist after graduating from Cambridge, so it is entirely possible that he had a north Wales connection – UCNW (Bangor University) had a well-known Zoology Dept throughout the 60s, 70s and 80s and a lot of the academics there were Cambridge graduates of the same vintage as Peter Williams. For some reason which is not explained, Williams retrained as a Top Doctor – he undertook a one year MB at Clare College, Cambridge and then trained at UCH.

Williams subsequently went into general practice and spent six years as partner in the James Wigg Practice in Kentish Town. Kentish Town is in the London Borough of Camden. So as a GP in Kentish Town, Peter Williams will have known about the very high suicide rate in the Borough, the dreadful mental health services and the paedophile gang operating there. He will have known about the fuckwittery of the Camden Councillors. One of those was Tessa Jowell, who worked as a child care officer for Lambeth whilst their children’s homes had been infiltrated by paedophiles – in addition Lambeth sent children on placement to the children’s homes in north Wales, where they were abused. Tessa also worked as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley, where Dafydd ‘trained’ and where many of the people who concealed his criminality worked. Tony Francis passed through the Institute of Psychiatry, which at the time was attached to the Maudsley. Then there was Tessa’s stint as Deputy Director of MIND whilst MIND was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, as well as forging links with paedophiles’ rights groups. It is likely that Peter Williams will have known Tessa, she was Chair of the Social Services Committee in Camden (see posts ‘The London Connection’ and ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng And Tessa Jowell’).  Williams will have known of the local MP – Frank Dobson, who had previously been a Camden Councillor as well and was later appointed Health Secretary by Blair. The Dobson who also ignored the criminality of the Top Docs on his doorstep (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

After ignoring the abuses inflicted upon the more vulnerable patients of Kentish Town, Peter Williams moved to Oxford to work as a GP there. Barbara Kahan – a Gov’t advisor on children’s social work throughout the 1980s – and her spouse Top Doctor Dr Vladimir Kahan worked in Oxford for years whilst they colluded with the abuse of children (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Williams then worked as a GP course organiser in the Thames Deanery, where he promoted family therapy. Williams had pursued an interest in psychological medicine in general practice for some time.

So Peter Williams undoubtedly knew about the sexual abuse of children by organised gangs and may well have been one of those family therapists who maintained that the abusers of the kids that he was seeing were always the families of the children – which is an awful lot easier than admitting that the NHS is facilitating paedophile gangs.

Williams was approached by a friend who was a clinical negligence defence solicitor who asked if Williams would be interested in writing medico-legal reports. Williams remembered that his ‘very first case ended up in court, which is really quite rare’. By the time that Peter Williams was advising Tony Francis and Dafydd, he knew exactly how to keep cases out of court – perjury, forgery, unlawfully imprisoning patients, nothing was off limits to keep Top Doctors out of trouble.

Whether Peter Williams ended up as President of the MDU as a result of his excellent defence of Dafydd and Francis or whether he crawled to the top by silently blackmailing people using his knowledge of the very great wrongdoing of Dafydd, Francis and their associates I do not know.

 

Peter Williams might like to remind himself of the following which at present appears on the MDU website:

The Medical Defence Union Ltd Anti-slavery and human trafficking statement:

The Modern Slavery Act (2015) (the Act) requires any commercial organisation which supplies goods or services, carries on business in the United Kingdom, and has a total turnover above a specified level, to publish an annual slavery and human trafficking statement.

This statement relates to actions and activities undertaken during the financial year 1 January 2016 to 31 December 2016 to ensure that modern slavery and human trafficking is not taking place in our business or in our supply chain.

The Medical Defence Union Ltd (MDU) is a not-for-profit mutual company limited by guarantee, based in the UK. Its activities include the discretionary provision, in accordance with its memorandum and articles of association, of indemnity and medico-legal and dento-legal services for its members. The MDU represents members’ medico-legal interests by informing and thereby influencing the government and other bodies on matters relating to healthcare law and the regulatory environment with a view to ensuring that any changes in these areas are equitable and fair…

Policies in relation to slavery and human trafficking

The MDU has a zero-tolerance approach to slavery and human trafficking in its business and supply chains. It is committed to acting ethically and with integrity in all its business dealings and relationships. Whilst working on a stand-alone anti-modern slavery and human trafficking policy, we have long-established procedures to conduct checks to ensure that staff can legally work in the UK. We also have procedures providing appropriate protection for staff reporting concerns about non-compliance with laws, regulations and codes of practice relevant to our business.

Due diligence process in relation to slavery and human trafficking in the MDU business and supply chains, and steps to manage the modern slavery risk

Overall, the MDU’s risks related to Modern Slavery Act compliance have been assessed as low. Nevertheless, we have put in place, and begun to apply, a system to identify risk of slavery and human trafficking in the existing supply chain which takes into consideration factors such as sector, geographical location, and materiality. In some cases, we have asked suppliers to provide information about their own employment and supplier management practices. We also seek follow-up information when this appears necessary or justified….

 

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Dr Christine Tomkins
Chief executive

 

 

It’s splendid isn’t it?

In 2016 The Telegraph reported that Dr Christine Tomkins, Chief Executive of the MDU, received remuneration of £926,000 in 2015, including benefits.

Nearly £1 million quid – for keeping Dafydd out of court.

In 2014 the Medical and Dental Defence Union of Scotland (MDDUS) paid £786,000 to the then Chief Executive Prof Gordon Dickson. Gordon Dickson is the brother of Niall Dickson who was Chief Exec of the GMC, 2010-16. I wrote to Niall Dickson repeatedly whilst he was in that post, telling him of the extreme threats and harassment that I was receiving from some of the people whom he was paid to ‘regulate’ and outlining some of their crimes. My correspondence was ignored.

 

An online MDU article in 2015 featured Professor Parveen Kumar, President of the Royal Medical Benevolent Fund (RMBF), discussing the issues facing ‘doctors in distress’ and how the MDU and the RMBF can help such Top Doctors. The RMBF is based in Wimbledon, which is a popular residential area for the better paid/senior staff of St George’s Hospital Medical School – many of whom for years concealed the abuse of children and mental health patients – including the criminality in north Wales – as well as serious drugs offences (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Parveen Kumar is Professor of Medicine and Education at Barts and The London School of Medicine and Dentistry, Queen Mary University of London. In 2001 Prof Sir Nicholas Wright was appointed Warden of that institution. Nick Wright presided over misconduct and research fraud at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital for many happy years (see posts ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ and ‘I Don’t Believe It!’).  Kumar worked in the NHS for over 40 years as a consultant gastroenterologist and physician at Barts and the London Hospital and the Homerton University Hospital. Kumar was the President of the BMA in 2006 and was Vice President of the Royal College of Physicians, 2003-05.

Kumar was a founding non-executive Director of National Institute for Clinical Excellence (NICE) and Chaired the BUPA Foundation Charity for Research until 2013. NICE is a deeply incestuous compromised organisation. My post ‘An Expert On The Betsi Board!’ mentioned that Professor Jo Rycroft-Malone – who sits on the disaster which is the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board – is Chair of the NICE Implementation Strategy Group. One of the ‘interventions’ which has been enthusiastically embraced by NICE is MBCT (Mindfulness Based Cognitive Therapy), which was based on a research fraud carried out by Professor Mark Williams when he worked in Bangor with the paedophiles’ friends in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Jo Rycroft-Malone has received funding for research into MBCT and has co-authored with members of Williams’s network…

Parveen Kumar is a Trustee of British Youth Opera.

 

The really great thing about being a ‘doctor in distress’ is that as long as you are not in distress as a result of having had your career wrecked because you have blown the whistle on patient harm, there’s plenty of help. If Peter Williams and Parveen Kumar are not sufficient to meet your needs, in north Wales there is the ‘sick doctors service’, which was – and might still be – run by Dr M. Devakumar, one of the Hergest Unit’s self-styled ‘BMA psychiatrists’ who assisted in the numerous attempts to have me banged up on the basis of rumour and perjury. High points of Devakumar’s career included telling me that Dafydd’s criminality was not a matter for the police, it was a ‘civil matter’ – which was why no-one was going to act on my complaints – and rolling up his sleeves in a ward round and telling another patient that he’d fight them whenever they wanted. Presumably that was a civil matter not a criminal one as well.

Devakumar loathed the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team and refused to work with them which resulted in him gaining a cult following among the other CMHTs, who all also loathed the Arfon Team. When Devakumar retired some years ago he made a blistering attack on the Arfon Team at his retirement do – some of them were in attendance. Devakumar stated that he ‘hated’ them and the one good thing about retiring was that he wouldn’t have to encounter them again. Devakumar may have despised the bastards but he could have got rid of them if he had really wanted – by blowing the whistle on their abuse of patients. But he didn’t dare – because he was mistreating patients as well and had also lied to protect Dafydd and Francis, who were facilitating the same paedophile gang as the Arfon Team were.

Although Devakumar retired, he returned after retirement to do locum work. Furthermore I think that he moved house to live over near Denbigh. At the scene of the crimes as it were. Devakumar wasn’t alone in returning after retirement. All the paedophiles’ friends returned in some form after retirement. Dafydd just carried on business as usual; Dr Peter Higson retired as CEO of HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales) when it was branded as not being fit for purpose after he’d been CEO for many years and then he turned up as Chair of the Betsi Board; Sadie Francis (Tony Francis’s wife) popped up as a member of the Community Health Council (‘the patients watchdog/ voice’); Keith Fearns – the leader of the Arfon CMHT – returned, was finally sacked for neglecting patients and then set up in business as a CBT therapist. The only one who retired and didn’t return was Tony Francis and that was because he killed himself and even a paedophiles’ friend would have difficulty returning to inflict damage after they were dead. Although Dafydd will probably manage it.

 

Documentation in my possession demonstrates that the BMA were on tap for the Top Doctors in north Wales particularly from 1988 onwards. The BMA were fully aware of the level of malpractice and criminality on the part of their members yet were happy to pressurise the police to take action against me in the absence of any evidence that I had committed the serious offences of which I was being accused and also conspired with the MDU and Welsh Office to pervert the course of justice.

 

So who were the big wigs in the BMA during those years when a group of serious criminals received the full support of that organisation?

Sir Christopher Booth was President of the BMA, 1986-87. He was brought up in Yorkshire and attended Sedburgh School. Booth served as a frogman in the Royal Navy from 1942. A Navy doctor encouraged him to study medicine, so Booth enrolled at St Andrews upon demobilisation. He graduated in 1951 and served as a houseman at Dundee before moving to RPMS at Hammersmith Hospital, where he was Professor and Director of the Dept of Medicine, 1966-77. Booth was a gastroenterologist and was a founder of Coeliac UK. He was Director of the MRC Clinical Research Centre at Northwick Park and was also Research Director at the Wellcome Institute for the History of Medicine. Booth was President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1988-90.

On one occasion Booth noted that taking the Top Doctors’ pay demand to the then PM, Margaret Thatcher, would be not a red rag to a bull, as a colleague suggested, but ‘a red rag to an old cow’. Yes Thatch and the Top Docs despised each other, but they were all concealing the same very serious crimes – the abuse of children by Westminster and Whitehall figures as well as by other ‘VIPs’ – so their battles constantly ended in stalemate.

Whilst at Hammersmith Booth ‘graphically described what he would do with the offer of a knighthood’, but had a sudden change of heart in 1983 when he accepted one.

A ward at Hammersmith is named after Booth. Perhaps someone would like to rename that ward now that it has been made public that Booth was directly involved in concealing the crimes of a gang of paedophiles and sex offenders

Booth married three times. His first marriage was to Dr Lavinia Loughridge, a nephrologist who worked at Hammersmith and then at the Westminster Hospital Medical School. Loughridge was one of the pioneers of kidney transplantation. The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ website mentions that Loughridge had two children with Christopher Booth ‘whom she brought up single-handedly’. Which suggests that Booth dumped her and the kids – although as Loughridge was working as a full time consultant and was busy performing kidney transplants I suspect that it was probably a nanny or a relative who brought up her children single-handedly. Loughridge was the only female consultant at Westminster Hospital and had to gain entry to the ‘men only’ consultants dining room by eating her sandwiches outside of the door.

Loughridge helped out doctors in distress as well – she was a Director of the RMBF, 1988-04.

After Booth had divested himself of his first wife and their children, he married Professor Soad Tabaqchali. Soad had worked with Christopher Booth at Hammersmith – that was when the shagging had begun. After they married, Soad was obliged to transfer to another hospital – she went to Barts – but I’m not sure why. Although having witnessed the way in which the lunatics at Hammersmith conducted themselves, it wouldn’t surprise me if there was some sort of code of conduct which dictated that married couples were advised not to work together because everything must be beyond suspicion and we can’t have allegations of nepotism. Not that such concerns will have raised their heads amongst the extra-marital shagfest that was a feature of life in that institution, which was how one of the Hammersmith surgeons Professor Hugh Bentall managed to have a long standing affair with his secretary, enabling her to do a first degree and a PhD in anatomy and then bag a lecturing job at Hammersmith.

Hugh Bentall’s son Richard is a clinical psychologist who trained at Bangor with Dafydd and the paedophiles, who spent many years working in north Wales and who knew all about the carnage.

Soad Tabaqchali has extensive contacts in Iraq and in 1994 she established the charity Medical Aid for Iraqi Children (MAIC) of which she was Medical Director. In 1998 the Indie reported that since MAIC was founded, Soad had organised the sending of medicines, milk and medical equipment including incubators worth approximately £323,400 to paediatric hospitals all over Iraq. Soad’s charity died a death at about the same time as Saddam Hussein.

 

I’m glad that Soad found acceptance as well as a husband at Hammersmith, because Hammersmith was not always very welcoming to Iraqi doctors. My post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’ details the naked racism that I witnessed at Hammersmith/RPMS in 1986-87 and also provides an account of the occasion on which Professor Sir Nicholas Wright had a good laugh with his colleagues by terrorising an Iraqi doctor into kissing his shoes and begging forgiveness.

 

Christopher Booth hung around with Soad long enough for them to have a daughter but Booth was up and off again after that and fell into the arms of Joyce Singleton, who outlasted him – Booth died in 2012.

Booth was President of the BMA not only whilst that organisation supported and protected Top Doctors who were running a paedophile gang but whilst two of them illegally imprisoned me and whilst Dafydd was locking the victims of the paedophile gang in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Furthermore Professor Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn whilst Booth was President of the BMA – and I bet that Brooke had been a member as well. Brooke was a key figure in a pan-European paedophile ring.

 

Sir David Innes Williams was President of the BMA, 1988-89 – whilst Tony Francis and other paedophiles’ friends were detailing their plans to have me imprisoned in letters to the BMA, as well as having personal meetings with the BMA representative Dr A.H. Chadwick . Tony Francis, Dafydd, Devakumar and Sadie Francis were the ‘four BMA psychiatrists’ who, during this time, were demanding that ‘action be taken’ against me. See post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’ for details.

David Innes Williams was educated at Sherborne School and Trinity Hall, Cambridge. He served in the RAMC, 1945-48. Williams became a paediatric urologist and is regarded as the founder of this field. As is de rigueur  with the Top Doctors, I suspect that Williams’s early achievements have been exaggerated. His wiki entry tells us that ‘In 1948, Williams was a resident in urology at St Peter’s [St Peter’s Hospital for Stone in London]. A boy was brought to the hospital who was suffering from urinary retention. Williams was shocked to know that not even senior staff in the hospital had any knowledge on how to treat the child. Williams also came to know that there was no literature in the field. Deciding that the field needed to be studied more, he began collaboration for a book with Twistington Higgins, a general surgeon interested in urology.’

If none of Williams’s senior colleagues knew how to treat this young patient AND there was no literature in the field, it is highly unlikely that Williams knew how to treat him either. Williams may well have later become an authority in paediatric urology, but he wasn’t one when he saw his first case. One wonders what happened to that boy, as he was surrounded by clueless Top Doctors – the outcome was probably not positive but Williams’s wiki entry doesn’t flag that bit of the story up.

In 1952 David Innes Williams was appointed to the new position of senior genito-urinary surgeon at the Great Ormond Street Hospital, where he worked until 1978. In 1963 Williams founded the Society for Paediatric Urologists, which blossomed into the international organisation which it is today.

David Innes Williams was Pro-Vice-Chancellor of the University of London, 1985–87. So he was in post while London University covertly supported Ann Widdecombe and Lady Olga Maitland in their political projects (see post ‘ Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’) and he was also in post whilst there was endemic research fraud and misconduct in the University (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’) and whilst St George’s employed Oliver Brooke…

David Innes Williams was Chairman of the Council of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund, 1982–91 – he was in post when the ICRF was involved in the 1990 Bristol Cancer Centre/Chilvers Report scandal, which involved a former colleague of Tony Francis and resulted in the suicide of Professor Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).

David Innes Williams was a member of the GMC, 1979-89. During that time, the GMC refused to take any action in response to my complaints about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd. Whilst Williams sat on the GMC, Dafydd illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch for a year and fleeced her of her property (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). The GMC took no action against him. There were also at least five other complaints about Dafydd to the GMC during those years, one of which involved a death. The GMC took no action.

So David Innes Williams, one of the world’s leading specialists in genito-urinary conditions in children, assisted a group of Top Doctors who were facilitating a paedophile ring in their attempts to have me imprisoned in a high security hospital on the basis of nothing but their lies.

David Innes Williams was the son of a Gwynne Evan Owen Williams, a surgeon at UCH. I cannot help but wonder whether David Innes Williams was a relation of Gwynne the lobotomist. David Innes Williams was born in 1919, so was probably about eight or nine years younger than Gwynne the lobotomist. Gwynne the lobotomist spoke Welsh and had an association with Llandudno, but he trained at the Middlesex Hospital rather than Liverpool, which was the favourite option for Top Doctors from north Wales of his generation. David Williams also liked to be called ‘DI’ – Dafydd encouraged people to call him ‘DA’….

A familial connection between Gwynne the lobotomist and one of the people who protected him and the other paedophiles’ friends is not beyond the bounds of possibility…

 

There is evidence in my documents that Francis had consulted the BMA as soon as I had made my first complaint in the summer of 1985 – furthermore Francis and the other paedophiles’ friends had all been fully paid up members of the BMA for years, so I’ll provide details of a few of the previous BMA Presidents as well.

 

Lord John Walton was President of the BMA, 1980-82. Walton featured in my post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ – he was as good a friend to Dafydd and the paedophiles as Lord Wyn Roberts was (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’), John Walton loyally served them for years. Walton was Mr Medical Establishment in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, which had close links with the paedophile gang in north Wales and provided mental health professionals including Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods who joined Dafydd’s gang in north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). Newcastle-Upon-Tyne provided paedophiles to north Wales as well. Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, the two central figures in the paedophile activity at Bryn Estyn, had previously worked at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead where boys had been abused (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). The north east of England was the site of the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal, which provided a very useful distraction when the protests from north Wales were getting worryingly loud (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’).

John Walton was President of the GMC, 1982-89. Throughout those years when Dafydd and Gwynne were getting away with murder. Literally.

 

Sir Douglas Black was BMA President 1984-85. Black played a key role in the development of the NHS and authored the 1980 Black Report which linked social inequality with ill health thus enraging Margaret Thatcher. Black was born in Shetland – as was Normal Lamont, a member of Thatcher’s Gov’t whilst that Gov’t concealed the abuse of children by Sir Peter Morrison and others. Lamont’s father was a Top Doctor on Shetland. Lamont was Chancellor of the Exchequer during the Orkney Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). Black will have known Lamont.

Douglas Black studied at St Andrews and graduated in 1933. In 1946 he began work at Manchester University where he was Professor of Medicine at Manchester University, 1959-77. At Manchester Black worked with Lord Robert Platt, a man who recommended that good doctors should not waste their time practising psychiatry, although Platt’s wife was a psychiatrist.

Manchester University was host to a whole group of Top Doctors who protected Dafydd and Tony Francis for years – Francis had worked at Manchester University immediately before taking up his job in north Wales (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’) – including Kenneth Rawnsley (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’) and Bob Hobson (see post ‘The Mentor’).

In 1974 Douglas Black was appointed as the first Chief Scientist at the DHSS, ‘a job he hated’ and civil service mandarins suppressed his work. Black didn’t seem to have much luck with Gov’ts, no matter what their political hue. In 1977 he was commissioned by Callaghan’s Secretary of State for the DHSS David Ennals to write what became the Black Report. Ennals knew what Dafydd and the paedophiles were doing in north Wales and concealed it whilst he was a Minister in the Home Office, whilst he worked for MIND and whilst he was Secretary of State. Ennals also knew that Dafydd’s mate Dr Jim Birley at the Maudsley was concealing the abuse of children and vulnerable people in Southwark. See posts ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’.

By the time that the Black Report was completed there had been a change of Gov’t and Thatcher was PM – the Report was actively suppressed by her Gov’t. The Black Report maintained that poorest had the highest rates of ill health and death and argued that this could not be explained solely by income, education, mobility or life style, but was also caused by a lack of a co-ordinated policy ensuring uniform delivery of services.

Top Docs such as Douglas Black and Professor Sir Michael Marmot who have built careers on their ‘interest’ in health inequalities do not ever pay much attention to the institutional discrimination which they and the wider routinely NHS practice – the emphasis is always on the plebs eating junk food or boozing or being too fat or indeed being too badly educated to follow the instructions of the Top Docs (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’). Practices by the NHS such as leaving ‘do not resuscitate’ notes in the files of learning disabled people or refusing care and treatment to mental health patients or the over-prescribing of medication go unscrutinised. These practices knock many more years of people’s life spans than consuming crisps or not going to a gym.

 

Black’s obituary in the Indie observed that Black was noted for his ‘social conscience and egalitarianism’. As did every good egalitarian, Black despised Barbara Castle because she forced private patients out of NHS hospitals, thus ‘depriving them of facilities and forcing doctors to waste time and energy on finding outside facilities’.

Whilst President of the Royal College of Physicians, Black gave evidence for Dr Leonard Arthur, a paediatrician who stood trial in 1981 at Leicester Crown Court after he had allowed a Down’s syndrome baby to die.

Leonard Arthur had ordered nursing staff to provide no care or treatment to the newly born baby with Down’s syndrome. Arthur also prescribed doses of dihydrocodeine. Unsurprisingly the baby died. I can remember this case well and although the prosecution was brought by the anti-abortion group LIFE, the only reason why anyone at all got to hear about the baby’s death was because a nurse who witnessed what had happened was appalled at the deliberate killing of a disabled, but very much alive, baby. At the time that nurse was constructed as an interfering know nothing who was well above her station. These days she would be called a whistleblower.

Leonard Arthur was successfully defended by George Carman QC, the crooked, violent, alcoholic barrister who was friends with criminals and bent coppers and who knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring. One of Carman’s pupil barristers at the time was a Tony Blair and another young barrister in his chambers was a Cherie Booth. Cherie spoke of her delight when Arthur was acquitted and stated that ‘justice’ had been done. Would you have wanted him to have treated one of your kids Cherie?

It was whilst he was staying in Leicester for Leonard Arthur’s trial that George Carman had a curious change of mind regarding his future career. He had been getting so fed up with the UK that he was going to take up a position as a judge overseas, but something happened in Leicester that caused him to believe that it would be worthwhile staying in the UK. George’s career subsequently blossomed (see post ‘No Ordinary Methods’).

What could a ruthless crooked barrister who socialised with career criminals and bent lawyers and policeman have possibly found out whilst he kipped in Leicester for a while to make him think that he had a wonderful future in the UK?

When Greville Janner was interviewed by the police in 1991 regarding the sexual abuse of children, Janner’s solicitor David Napley was so certain that Janner would be charged that he retained George Carman, who had built up quite a name for himself since that 1981 visit to Leicester. Charges against Janner were dropped although the DPP recently admitted that there had been enough evidence to charge him.

 

Black Chaired the 1984 committee which investigated the leukaemia clusters near Windscale and ‘found the evidence of causation wanting’. Public disbelief re Black’s conclusions were resolved by that time-honoured way of using the scientific principle of changing the name of the thing that has caused such bad PR. Thus Windscale became known as Sellafield. I am only surprised that the same solution was not found to the problem that was Dafydd – the best brains in medicine could have just changed his name to Flopsy Bunny.

Black also investigated healthcare in the Channel Islands and recommended ‘changes in the services’. So Black will have known about the serious abuse of children that had happened there over many years and he will also have known the truth or otherwise re the allegations that Ted Heath was involved.

Black held high office in the GMC which consistently refused to take action against Dafydd, Gwynne the lobotomist and others, as well as in the Medical Protection Society, the other body which, like the MDU, protects Top Doctors no matter how serious their offending.

Black was called in to ‘adjudicate between rival political groups and to help with tricky decisions’. Perhaps to deal with the minefield which was a lunatic in north Wales who, along with his colleagues, facilitated a vicious paedophile gang who’s crimes were so extensive and so serious that a cover-up involving every political party and the highest strata of society was required. One of Black’s obituaries tells us that he was ‘kindness personified’ and ‘would find a consolation prize for those whom he felt had been worsted in various dealings’. Unless of course they were the victims of a paedophile ring who had found themselves in prison or in a high security hospital for daring to talk.

Black was a member of the Athenaeum, along with Jimmy Savile. He will have known about the series of dinners and meetings held at the Athenaeum in the 1980s attended by Savile, civil servants and Gov’t Ministers at which Savile and his mate Alan Franey were offered jobs managing Broadmoor (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

When Diane Blood was refused permission by the HFEA to use her dead husband’s sperm because it contravened the rules, Black wrote: ‘People banded together are capable of follies and excesses beyond what
the same people, acting as individuals, would perpetrate on other
individuals. Such activities may be termed corporate tyranny…’ In a nutshell Douglas.

Black’s Guardian obit stated that ‘he gave short shrift to fuzzy thought or political correctness. On the matter of gender, he was decisive. ‘I abide by the Scottish view that men embrace women’,  he would declare with a straight face… you might just hear the chuckle as the door closed’. When they say no they mean yes, as Dafydd will testify.

 

At Black’s memorial service in 2003, the paedophiles’ friends turned out in force. Guests included Lord John Walton, Sir Donald Acheson (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’ for the appalling wrongdoing that Acheson facilitated), Sir Alexander ‘Sandy’ Macara, Sir Henry Yellowlees and Sir Christopher Booth.

 

Henry Yellowlees was the former Chief Medical Officer whom, Ken Clarke maintained, was primarily interested in ensuring that the right Top Doctors were awarded gongs.

 

Sandy Macara was Chair of the BMA, 1993-98. Even more of a laugh was Sandy’s position as Chairman of the BMA’s medical ethics committee, 1982-89. So that’s who was giving ‘the BMA psychiatrists’ at Ysbyty Gwynedd advice.

Macara was born in Irvine, Scotland and studied medicine at Glasgow. For most of his career however Macara worked in Bristol. He was initially a local Gov’t medical officer in public health; then between 1963-97, Macara worked in the Dept of Public Health at Bristol University as a lecturer, then as consultant, then as Head of Dept. So Macara will have taught the corrupt GP who was assisting Dafydd and the paedophiles, Dr DGE Wood. Macara did a postgraduate qualification at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine. Could that perhaps explain why an offer of a place to do an MSc in Medical Microbiology at that institution made to me was unlawfully and inexplicably withdrawn after Wood found out about it?

How are you doing Wood? Are you still popping over to Cyprus to hold clinics for rich ex-pats advertising yourself as a ‘very friendly’ and ‘experienced’ English doctor? What about warning them all that you’re a greedy criminal bastard who’ll do anything for money?

Wood’s old mucker Sandy was consultant to the World Health Organisation for over 20 years and he was President of the National Heart Forum. He was a member of the GMC – of course he was. Sandy was instrumental in achieving a ban on smoking in public places and called for the MMR vaccine to be made compulsory when too many parents exercised their right not to have their children vaccinated. Sandy knew what was good for them! Sandy knew what was for the best on a few other matters as well. He tangled with Thatcher’s Gov’t over the need to keep medical records confidential from the police, the right of girls under 16 to receive confidential contraceptive advice and supplies and how to handle the emergent AIDS epidemic. Sandy’s stance on these matters made the lives of Dafydd and the paedophiles very much easier.

Sandy only became Chair of the BMA after a coup ousted Jeremy Lee-Potter who’s jackboots weren’t big enough for the BMA to be suitably impressed. Like many Top Doctors, Sandy left many people with the impression that he was centre-Labour. He wasn’t. In his 30s Sandy had been active in the Tory Party and had sat on its national committee. What did Sandy spend his time campaigning for when he became Chairman after elbowing out Lee-Potter? Higher pay for Top Doctors of course! Or, as Sandy explained, Patients Will Suffer. Fings Break, as Sandy’s mate Dave Wood will be able to remind us.

One of Sandy’s students at Bristol – as well as Wood – was Sir Liam Donaldson who presided over the disaster that was the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Blair subsequently appointed Liam Donaldson as Chief Medical Officer for the duration of those difficult years after the Waterhouse Report was published (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’) and during his incumbency Liam became noted for his serial cock-ups.

Macara was a Freemason who had connections with the security services.

Sandy picked up his knighthood in 1998, as the Waterhouse Inquiry came to the end of taking evidence from witnesses whilst they were called liars.

 

Professor Ian Gilmore attended Black’s memorial service. Ian Gilmore is a Professor of Hepatology who was educated at Cambridge and St Thomas’s Hospital Medical School and who subsequently specialised in gastroenterology. Gilmore spent time at the University of California, San Diego, 1979–1980, as an MRC Travelling Fellow and then assumed a consultant post at Royal Liverpool University Hospital. He was made honorary Professor at Dafydd’s alma mater, the University of Liverpool, in 1999. Sir Ian is still at the heart of the Liverpool arm of Dafydd’s empire – he is Chair of Liverpool Health Partners.

In 2001 Gilmore chaired a Royal College of Physicians working party that produced the report ‘Alcohol – can the NHS afford it?’. Obviously Dafydd and the Top Doctors can, which is why so many of them are alcoholics.

In 2010, Sir Ian said that ‘making drugs such as heroin and cocaine legal would ‘drastically’ cut crime and addicts’ health problems’. I’m sure that Dafydd was cheering Gilmore on at the time. Dafydd could sell the stuff legally then instead of distributing it via the ‘peer guides’ of CAIS.

 

Professor Allyson Pollock turned up to remember Black too. Allyson Pollock supports absolutely any policy which makes Top Doctors even richer and more powerful whilst maintaining that this will be good for the masses. Allyson has done this for her entire career (see post ‘More Summer Reading!’).

 

Professor Roger Williams was someone else who attended Black’s memorial service. Roger works at King’s College Hospital and was the man who ensured that George Best was prioritised for an NHS liver transplant, although Best continued drinking and broke just about every rule applying to patients on the transplant list. Furthermore, the general public were given the impression that Best had not used the services of the NHS.

 

Douglas Black’s daughter Theresa is a consultant medical psychotherapist. I wondered if perhaps Theresa had rebelled against her father’s establishment bigotry and hypocrisy, so I was interested when I discovered a short video of Theresa talking about how she became a psychotherapist. Was Theresa overwhelmed by the desire to help people in distress and attracted to the field by the mysteries of the human psyche? Not exactly. Theresa went to university to study French and Russian and discovered that she couldn’t do it. So she went back to mum and dad’s and did basically nothing ‘for months’. She spoke of a ‘crisis of confidence’ which might suggest that Theresa was feeling very bad about her life. So a psychiatrist friend of Theresa’s told her to get up off her bum and do something – they found her a job at the local psychiatric hospital. Theresa remained in the field and became a psychotherapist.

During her interview, Theresa mentions that as a psychotherapist, you notice the times at which somebody discovers something about themselves. I’m wondering at what point Theresa noticed that her mum and dad and one of their friends decided that the only suitable career for a young woman with personal problems was as a therapist to the nutters down the road and how Theresa’s work in this field was no doubt used to keep the lid on the fact that those nutters were being abused and shagged by the Top Doctors who Theresa’s dad was protecting.

In later life Douglas Black lived in Shropshire. Which was the location of the family seat of the unfortunate Ormsby-Gore dynasty, members of which so frequently died in suspicious and unfortunate circumstances (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’), as well as one of John Allen’s children’s homes. Whether the poor sods were clients of Theresa is not revealed. Theresa is at present listed as practising in Wolverhampton. So she’ll be seeing people who’s lives were destroyed by the West Midlands psychiatrists with whom Dafydd and Tony Francis had links and of course people who were framed by the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad. Many children from the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused, whilst Theresa’s dad ensured that Dafydd and the paedophiles were allowed to continue abusing them.

 

Lord David Pitt, BMA President, 1985-86. I first challenged Tony Francis over the conduct of the mental health services in the summer of 1985 and my documentation suggests that he probably went to the BMA immediately. So Lord Pitt could well have been at the top when Francis first sought advice regarding the best way of discrediting and framing me. Whether Francis had approached the BMA or not by that time, ‘the BMA psychiatrists’ of north Wales were very used to abusing people by the time that Lord Pitt became their President.

Born in Grenada, Pitt won a scholarship to come to Britain in 1933 to study medicine at Edinburgh University, where he was an active member of Edinburgh University Socialist Society. Pitt witnessed the poverty of the working classes in the slums of Edinburgh and saw similarities to the rural poverty that he witnessed as a child. Nicholas Rea, in the BMJ, said of Pitt: ‘it was in the slums of Edinburgh as much as in the Caribbean that he became convinced of the links between poverty, disadvantage, and ill health’. In 1936, Pitt joined the Labour movement.

Pitt returned to the Caribbean, founded his own practice and in 1943 married Dorothy Alleyne. His ‘passion for social justice continued alongside his medical career’. In 1943, Pitt became a founding member and leader of the West Indian National Party (WINP), a socialist party whose main aim was to deliver political autonomy across the Caribbean. Under Pitt, the party demanded self-government for Trinidad and Tobago. The people of Trinidad and Tobago were granted universal adult suffrage by the British Parliament in 1945. The first elections took place in 1946. WINP and others formed the United Front with Pitt as one of the candidates. He was not successful but he continued his activism and in 1947 led a group of WINP members to Britain to lobby the Attlee Gov’t for Commonwealth status for a Federation of the West Indies.

In 1947, Pitt again travelled to Britain and settled in London and opened a medical practice in the  Euston area of London.

In 1959 Pitt stood as the Labour Party candidate for Hampstead.  Race was an issue in the campaign and Pitt was defeated by the Tory candidate, Henry Brooke. During the course of the campaign, Pitt received death threats, as did his family – despite the racist abuse, he refused to withdraw from the contest. He subsequently founded the Campaign Against Racial Discrimination. 

In 1961, Pitt was elected to the London County Council (LCC) as member for Hackney and served on the LCC and its successor, the GLC, until 1975. He was Deputy Chair of the GLC from 1969-70 and in 1974 Pitt was the first black person to become Chair of the GLC.

Members of the LCC and GLC were complicit with the organised abuse of children throughout the 1960s, 70s and 80s and by the time that Pitt was Chair of the GLC, many London Councils had been sending kids in their care to children’s homes in north Wales for a number of years and had ignored reports that they were being severely abused.

In 1970 Pitt was the Labour candidate for Claphman. This had been seen as a safe Labour seat, yet the Tory Sir William Shelton was elected. During his many years in the Commons, Sir William knew a great deal about the crime and organised child abuse in south London that was being concealed by St George’s Hospital Medical School (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’). During the 1970 campaign an anonymous leaflet had been distributed with the slogan ‘If you desire a coloured for your neighbour vote Labour. If you are already burdoned [sic] with one vote Tory’.

In 1975, the PM Harold Wilson gave Pitt a peerage. As a member of the Lords, Pitt played a leading role in campaigning for the Race Relations Act and was a leader in the movement against apartheid in South Africa.

Pitt was described as a black radical for suggesting that more ethnic minorities should apply to become police officers, although this angered many in the black community who felt that the police were institutionally racist. Pitt is quoted as having said ‘Some black people regard me as an Uncle Tom, while some whites regard me as a Black Power revolutionary. So I imagine I got it about right’.

Pitt described the Presidency of the BMA as his most valued honour. Not having known David Pitt I do not know whether he was an Uncle Tom or whether he knew that his colleagues were endemically racist elitist bastards who grossly mistreated vulnerable people and that if he wanted a career in medicine in the UK he had to tolerate this. I am however saddened that a man who received death threats for being a black Parliamentary candidate felt that it was his most valued honour to lead an organisation who knew that death threats were being sent to people who challenged a paedophile gang facilitated by members of the BMA and who received protection from the BMA whilst Pitt had the honour of being President. For some of the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles, death followed the death threats.

Pitt was a GP in Euston so he will have known all about the destitute mental health patients in that area of London as well as the under-aged sex workers, many of whom were kids in care who had been coerced into that line of business by the people ‘looking after’ them. Pitt himself lived in Hampstead. Which was where a number of analysts and therapists who were up to their eye-balls in concealing the organised sexual abuse of vulnerable people located themselves. Marjorie Wallace who fought so valiantly for Dafydd and the paedophiles has lived in Hampstead for years (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’).

 

Dr Jim Birley was a mate of Dafydd’s from the Maudsley who was President of the BMA, 1993-94. Birley kept Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales out of trouble for years and Birley also concealed organised crime and child abuse in south London (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

Sir Charles George was President of the BMA, 2004-05. According to Birmingham University’s website Charles George was ‘a true knight of medicine; making a difference to people’s lives’. Birmingham University brims over with pride that Sir Charles is a Birmingham medicine graduate. Their website informs us as to ‘Why he is outstanding’. Lest anybody ever wondered, it is because Sir Charles’ early career – after a series of posts in the West Midlands – included four years at Hammersmith Hospital and then tutoring medicine and clinical pharmacology at RPMS.

After working with that bunch of crooks, in 1973 Sir Charles joined the empire of the paedophiles’ friend the future Chief Medical Officer Sir Donald Acheson, at the University of Southampton (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’), where Charles George became Professor of Clinical Pharmacology and served as Dean of the Faculty of Medicine twice. Charles George’s career highlights included acting as Chairman of the GMC’s Education Committee, 1994-99 and as Chair of the BMA’s Board of Science & Education. Sir Charles was Medical Director of the British Heart Foundation (BHF), 1999-04 and was a member of the Gov’ts Scientific Advisory Committee of the Association of Medical Research Charities until 2004. So he knew about the huge research frauds being perpetuated by the CRC, ICRF and CR UK (see posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apolcalypse Now’).

The Birmingham University website explains that Sir Charles was a native Brummie and credits the University of Birmingham with playing a major role in his life. Sir Charles will have known Birmingham University Top Doctors Professor Robert Bluglass and Professor Ian Brockington who both concealed the wrongdoing of Tony Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles (see posts ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglss CBE’ and ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

Charles George was awarded the honorary degree of Doctor of Science by the University of Leicester in 2007. The University’s website tells us that as Medical Director of BHF, Sir Charles forged strong links with the charity’s twenty five research Chairs in British universities, including the one at Leicester, held by Professor Nilesh Samani.

One former academic boasted about by Leicester University is Blair’s favourite sociologist and inventor of the Third Way, Anthony Giddens, who used one of his appearances on Any Questions to tell everyone that women looked up to Diana and saw her as a role model no less. Indeed Anthony, why would some of us fill our pretty little heads with matter written by sociologists rather better than you when we can leaf through glossy mags and read about Di’s adventures and her clothes and the new hairstyle exactly the same as her last one or indeed want anything else from life other than an arranged unhappy marriage to a very rich man from a dysfunctional family which ends in a crash in a tunnel?

The Leicester University website also advertises the institution’s association with Sir Liam Donaldson.

 

Dr Kenneth Edwards was Vice-Chancellor of Leicester University, 1987-99 and was also President of the Association of European Universities. Whilst Edwards was VC of Leicester, the institution was keen to do as many favours as possible for the paedophiles’ friends. Leicester University had long been staffed by paedophiles’ friends who were concealing the gang operating in the area (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals), but in the late 1980s everyone started getting very anxious after a number of people named social worker Frank Beck and his associate Greville Janner, the Labour MP for Leicester West, as having molested them when they were kids and a police investigation was launched.

Brown was a PhD student at Leicester University in the late 1980s – he registered for his PhD just before the arrival of Ken Edwards – and was provided with absolutely no facilities at all or indeed supervision, although the ESRC were paying Leicester for these things. Brown didn’t even get so much as a shared desk and computer, so he made an office for himself at home and purchased all his own equipment.

Janet Edwards – Ken’s wife – was Deputy Director of the Centre for Citizenship Studies in the School of Education at Leicester University and at their farewell party recalled how she and Ken had never looked back after arriving in Leicester from Cambridge, where Ken had been Head of the Genetics Department and Secretary General to the Faculties. Janet’s parents lived in Leicester and she and Ken knew the town and University well. In 1999 they retired and returned to Cambridge, although Ken Edwards continued in his role as President of the Association of European Universities.

I cannot help but wonder why a couple of tame paedophiles’ friends were appointed to run Leicester University just when people wouldn’t shut up about Frank Beck and Greville Janner and who then buggered off back to Cambridge in 1999 after Ronnie Waterhouse had insulted those people who told him at the Inquiry that the paedophile gang in north Wales was a massive one with connections to politicians in Westminster as well as to sex traffickers in Europe.

In the same year in which Ken Edwards was appointed VC of Leicester University, one Keith Vaz was elected as MP for Leicester East. The Keith Vaz who had worked as a solicitor for Islington Council whilst a paedophile ring operated in the council’s children’s homes, as a solicitor for the Borough of Richmond-Upon-Thames when they had a problem with the kids in their homes being abused by the staff and other people and who then worked as a solicitor in Leicester in a law centre funded by Leicester City Council whilst that Council ignored the abuse of children in care.

 

Greville Janner’s father Barnett Janner had held Greville’s seat before him, so Ken’s wife Janet, coming from Leicester, would be well acquainted with the First Family of Politics in Leicester.

The Lord Mayor of Leicester, Councillor Phil Swift, was among those who attended the farewell party for Ken.

Those attending the party were reminded of Dr Edwards’s achievements at Leicester, including the University’s involvement in Common Purpose. Common Purpose is a network of people who make a lot of other people feel rather uncomfortable. The network is rather managerial and is perceived to be associated with Tony Blair and New Labour. Members of Common Purpose tend to pop up in the NHS and universities – Barbara Ghodse runs a Common Purpose group at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Barbara was married to Professor Hamid Ghodse, a psychiatrist at St George’s who knew Tony Francis and colluded with serious crime (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

The other achievement of Ken Edwards during his tenure at Leicester was the creation of the Richard Attenborough Centre, although most bits of Leicester University have now been named after one or the other of the Attenboroughs or indeed both of them. Richard and David Attenborough’s dad Frederick was Principal of what was then University College of Leicester, 1932-51 and the University really dines out on that.

David Attenborough is best known for presenting nature programmes – and for Gruff Rhys Jones’s claim that Attenborough won’t actually go 10 yards away from a luxury hotel or a land rover when he’s ‘in the wild’ – but Attenborough was previously a BBC executive so will have been well acquainted with the name Jimmy Savile. Attenborough has a close association with north Wales, he spent a lot of time on Anglesey as a boy. Bangor University gave Attenborough an honorary degree a few years ago and I went to the ceremony. Not because I wanted to see Attenborough, but because Desmond Tutu was being honoured at the same event and I never thought that I would ever have the chance to see Desmond Tutu so I wasn’t going to miss it. Desmond was brilliant, he didn’t pompous on about himself in the usual manner, he thanked the cleaners and the caterers and led a sing song. Attenborough however pompoused and furthermore didn’t appear to know where he was. He kept referring to ‘this wonderful island’, obviously thinking that he was on Anglesey – although he must have noticed that he hadn’t gone across the bridge. It was rather a case of, as people used to joke to Humphrey Lyttelton on ‘I’m Sorry I Haven’t A Clue’, ‘the visitors have been’…

 

I don’t know whether Ken Edwards is Welsh or has Welsh connections, but I note that he is a Fellow of the Learned Society of Wales, which is a fairly recently formed collection of people who are mostly paedophiles’ friends. Lord K.O. Morgan, the former Principal of Aberystwyth University and VC of the University of Wales whilst those institutions were heaving with paedophiles’ friends, is a Fellow of the Learned Society of Wales. Lord Ken was married to the late Jane Morgan, who did her PhD at Leicester University. Jane Morgan came from Wrexham, did her first degree at Aber and worked as a criminologist at Oxford. Jane’s expertise was child victims of crime. She certainly knew a great deal about those. Jane was mates with Prof Dick Hobbs, whose own research interest is in serious organised crime, including among professional people. As well as being mates with lots of criminals, Dick Hobbs is mates with Laurie Taylor – whose son Matthew was Head of Blair’s Policy Unit. See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ for the details of Lord Ken and Jane’s network of middle class friends who were just so fascinated with the activities of the likes of Dafydd and the paedophiles whilst they tried to murder the rest of us.

 

The Medical School at Leicester University was formed in 1973, in a close partnership with the former Leicestershire Health Authority. During the investigation into Frank Beck’s offending and the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal it became clear that the local authorities, police, social services and mental health services in Leicester/Leicestershire had all known what was happening throughout the 1970s and 80s, as did many people in Leicester University (see posts ‘ Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Another Episode Of Friends’).

The Dean of the Medical School in Leicester, 1975-89, was Sir (Later Lord) Robert Kilpatrick, who was also President of the GMC.

In 1987 Dr James Earp, a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester, ignored and concealed the criminality of Dafydd, Tony Francis, Gwynedd Social Services and the paedophiles (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

In 1993 James Earp found himself in hot water regarding the case of James Rudman. James Rudman escaped from a secure unit at the Towers Hospital in Leicester two years after being convicted of the manslaughter of his wife.

At his trial Rudman was ordered to receive psychiatric treatment at the Towers under section 37 of the Mental Health Act after a plea of diminished responsibility was accepted. He had stabbed his wife repeatedly during an argument and Leicester Crown Court had heard evidence from five doctors that he was mentally ill. Section 37 stipulates that a patient not showing fresh signs of mental illness for 28 days after the cessation of medical treatment can remain at liberty.

Mr Justice McCullough, who presided over Rudman’s trial, had intended to impose a five-year sentence but revised his view on hearing that Rudman would not be released from psychiatric care until deemed fit by a medical team regularly reviewing his case. It was suggested he would be detained for at least 18 months.

Rudman had applied to a Tribunal to be released shortly before he escaped, but had been turned down. He absconded during an unsupervised walk in the hospital grounds.

Rudman was actually found in Ireland 62 minutes before the legal loophole would have meant that he would have legally been a free man.

Before Rudman was captured, James Earp had been trundled out to speak to the media. Earp seemed incredibly complacent about the situation when he was told by reporters that if Rudman wasn’t caught soon, it would be legally impossible to return him to the Towers. Earp commented that considering that Rudman had now survived for quite a while after escaping and had successfully evaded the police, he probably didn’t need to be in hospital anyway. Which suggests that Earp had a very narrow understanding of mental distress and a rather cavalier attitude to public safety.

The family of Rudman’s wife maintained that Rudman was an abusive man who had very skilfully manipulated the legal system. I suspect that Rudman had been actively advised and assisted by the corrupt Top Doctors in Leicester – and probably a few corrupt lawyers as well – who had been happily colluding with a paedophile ring for years.

A local MP who spoke about the case was Keith Vaz. Who was of course deeply concerned.

 

In 1999 as Ken Edwards waved a fond farewell to Leicester University, a new joint medical school which was formed by a partnership between the Universities of Leicester and Warwick was opened. It was explained that the medical school would benefit the citizens of Coventry in particular. The medical students would be trained at Leicester and at the Walsgrave Hospitals NHS Trust in Coventry.

The 1989 cover-up of the criminality of Tony Francis, Dafydd and the paedophiles after I made complaint about them was carried out by Professors Robert Owen, Robert Bluglass and Dr Colin Berry. Colin Berry was a psychiatrist at the Walsgrave Hospital. See post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’ for details.

 

The partnership between Leicester and Warwick Universities was dissolved in 2007. In Oct 2008 a new senior member of staff arrived at Leicester – Professor David Wynford-Thomas. He had previously been the Dean at Cardiff University’s School of Medicine. Prof Wynford-Thomas was the new Dean and Head of the College of Medicine, Biological and Psychological Sciences at Leicester University as well as a Pro-Vice Chancellor.

Wynford-Thomas was described as ‘a renowned cancer specialist who has built up a large research team studying the molecular basis of cancer and its clinical applications, with long-term funding from CR UK and the Research Councils. He was instrumental in forging closer collaborative links between cancer research groups working in different departments and schools across Cardiff, culminating in the establishment of a ‘virtual institute’ for cancer research across Wales.’  Wynford-Thomas had been involved in the rotten core at Cardiff for many years – by 1992 he was Head of Pathology there…

Professor Kenneth Rawnsley, the Professor of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff, spent decades concealing the criminality of Dafydd, Francis and the paedophiles. Francis had studied at Cardiff and also worked with Rawnsley after he graduated (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Professor Sir William Asscher was also leading light at Cardiff who was concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles. In the 1980s Asscher became Dean and then Principal of St George’s – where he concealed the criminality there, as well as continuing to assist Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’).

There were very big problems at the Welsh National School of Medicine in Cardiff for many years but it was, as usual, covered up.

 

Sir Charles George’s Presidency of the BMA, 2004-05, was said to have been ‘a fitting culmination to a life spent in medicine’. Whilst Sir Charles George was President, the attempt by the Hergest Unit to frame me for ‘threatening to kill’ collapsed. I was instead prosecuted for telling the secretary of Alun Davies, a corrupt NHS manager, that he was a fat idiot. After my trial I discovered that the PNC had been illegally altered – twice – to record an offence of harassment  against my name. Also that a certificate of indictment had been forged and was found in the possession of Chester Court , stating that I had pleaded guilty to ‘violent disorder’. See posts ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’, ‘Even More Confusion Regarding Those Legal Conundrums’ and ‘An Update On Those Legal Conundrums’.

Charles George had already received his knighthood by the time that he was BMA President. Like Sandy Macara, Charles picked it up in 1998 – just as the Waterhouse Inquiry had heard the evidence from witnesses whom the Inquiry dismissed as liars.

 

Sir Terence English was President of the BMA 1995-96 and a member of the GMC, 1983-89. English is a South African-born British cardiac surgeon. He was consultant cardiothoracic surgeon at Papworth Hospital and Addenbrookes Hospital, Cambridge, 1973–1995. Terence English was working at Addenbrookes whilst Baroness Jean Trumpington and Lady Mary Archer were involved with that institution (see posts ’95 Glorious Years!’ and ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

After starting a career in mining engineering – he completed a degree in that subject in Johannesburg -Terence English studied medicine at Guy’s Hospital Medical School in London. He embarked upon a career in cardiac surgery and went on to lead the team that performed Britain’s first successful heart transplant in Aug 1979 at Papworth and soon established it as one of Europe’s leading heart-lung transplant programmes.

The Dept of Health imposed a moratorium on heart transplants in 1977 and refused to fund Terence English’s plans for transplants. However, English obtained permission from the Chairman of Cambridge Health Authority to use his facilities at Papworth for two transplants and after the first failed in January 1979 the second in August 1979 – on patient Keith Castle – was successful. After failing to get funding from the Transplant Advisory Panel, English obtained support for the first two transplants from the Area Health Authority and then funding from the Cambridge millionaire David Robinson. Other sources followed until 1985 when the DoH provided secure funding for both transplant units at Papworth and Harefield Hospital.

I suspect I know how Thatcher’s Gov’t was persuaded to drop their opposition to English’s work and stump up the cash. It will have involved someone whispering the name Dafydd.

I wish I’d known that this was how UK society operated, I too could have knocked on the door of Number 10 and when Thatch answered said ‘we need to talk about Dafydd’. I’d be President of the World by now.

 

Terence English was Director of the British Heart Foundation Transplant Research Unit at Papworth (1980–1998).

 

English was President of the Royal College of Surgeons, 1989–92, Master of St Catharine’s College, Cambridge, 1993–2000 and a member of the GMC, 1983-89. So English was yet another person who ignored the complaints flooding in re Dafydd and Gwynne.

English was the President of the International Society of Heart and Lung Transplantation, 1984-85 and Deputy Lieutenant for Cambridgeshire, 1994-2001.

In 1981, English was elected to the Royal College of Surgeons Council and in 1989 he became President. Some of his achievements as President of RCS included:

  • Re-establishing the College’s international programme with visits to Thailand and Malaysia/Singapore and then Pakistan and India.
  • Playing a key role in avoiding a split between the BMA and the Royal Colleges.
  • Being responsible for Presidents of the surgical specialist associations becoming invited members of the RCS Council.
  • Implementing the English Clause during the 1991 New Deal for Junior Doctors Hours, which allowed surgical trainees to work beyond the stipulated 72 hours providing this was voluntary and they were not under pressure to do this.
  • Involvement in the NHS Reform Bill and resistance to managerial bureaucracy.
  • Insisted on including the BMA in the Clinical Services Advisory Group (CSAG). Proposals to radically reform the NHS by the Conservative Gov’t in 1990 had planned to exclude the BMA. English played a key role by refusing to co-operate with the CSAG unless the Joint Consultants Committee Chairman, Tony Grabham was a member. Ken Clarke hated Tony Grabham so much that he gave Grabham a special mention in his autobiography.

The Joint Consultants Committee were responsible for appointing the ‘independent’ investigators under the NHS complaints procedure which was in place when I made complaint about Dafydd and the paedophiles in 1987. It was the Joint Consultants Committee who appointed Bluglass and Berry to ‘investigate’ my complaint.

Terence English was also a Member of the Audit Commission 1993–1998, Chief Medical Advisor to BUPA, 1992–99 and a Member of Council, Winston Churchill Memorial Trust, 1995–2009.

Terence English’s second wife is Judith – they married in 2002. She became Principal of St Hilda’s College, Oxford. 

Terence English remained active after retiring and has participated in the trauma care training of doctors in Pakistan and Gaza; regular visits to Gaza on medical projects and assisting with the treatment of Gaza’s wounded; and supporting the legalisation of physician assisted dying as Patron for ‘Dignity in Dying’.

Terence was knighted in 1991. The year that me and three of my friends who knew what happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles and who were in danger of supplying credible witness accounts had our careers ruined. 1991 was the year in which charges of child sexual abuse against Greville Janner were dropped by the CPS. The DPP subsequently admitted that they could not provide a reason for this in the face of the evidence against him.

 

David Haslam was President of the BMA, 2011-12.  Haslam is another product of Birmingham University and was formerly a GP in Cambridgeshire. He was Chair (2001-04) and then President (2006-09) of the Royal College of General Practitioners. DGE Wood held office in the Royal College of General Practitioners for years, including as Treasurer.

Haslam is Chair of NICE.

 

The hideous Baroness Sheila Hollins followed Haslam as BMA President. Hollins spent many enjoyable years working as a Consultant Psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital Medical School and the associated mental health unit Springfield Hospital whilst the staff of those institutions concealed and colluded with serious crime, including the organised abuse of children and the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales (see posts ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). For more info on Baroness Sheila, see posts ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part V’ and ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’ –  a lot of info about Sheila has disappeared from other internet sites since I began writing this blog.

 

Dr John Marks was Chairman of the BMA, 1984-90. John Marks was locked in battle with Thatcher’s Gov’t throughout this time and was the man who spearheaded the hate campaign against Ken Clarke. John Marks and Ken Clarke were both concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales and they both knew that Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, had some knowledge of what was going on – Grosvenor was President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Sir Peter Morrison was their MP. Morrison molesting children was openly talked about in the Conservative Association (see post ‘It’s The Sun Wot Won It’). Boys from Bryn Estyn used to be taken on work placements to the Grosvenor estate – they then refused to return there but wouldn’t explain why.

 

John Marks’s brother was Professor Vincent Marks, who was head of the cancer research team that I worked with at the University of Surrey in 1988. Both John and Vincent Marks were well aware of the extent of research fraud and wrongdoing in medicine (see posts ‘The BMA At The Root Of Another Mystery?’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). John Marks was a barrister as well as a Top Doctor, he could recognise crime when his colleagues were committing it.

 

The above list of accessories to serious crime is not exhaustive. There is still the MDU to consider who were every bit as, if not more, helpful to Dafydd, Tony Francis and the paedophiles than the BMA and GMC. The BMA bullied Gov’ts and pompoused for Britain, the GMC pompoused as much as the BMA and refused to discipline people who were sexually abusing and killing their patients, but it was the MDU who agreed to conspire to pervert the course of justice with them.

Leading lights in the MDU whilst the MDU supplied lawyers to Tony Francis and Dafydd who knew that Francis and Dafydd were committing perjury and committing other criminal offences included:

John Garfield, who was a consultant neurosurgeon, 1968-92. Garfield worked at Atkinson Morley’s Hospital – affiliated to St George’s -and then at Southampton. Garfield contributed to the consultation held by the  Nuffield Council on Bioethics in 2010 re consent for organ donation.

 

Baroness Gloria Cooper, a British lawyer and a Conservative peer. Gloria was educated at La Sainte Union Convent High School, Southampton and at the Royal Ballet School. She has a law degree from Southampton University and also studied at Universidad Central del Ecuador, where she was a Rotary Foundation Fellow. Gloria opened The British School of Quito in Sept 1995.

Hooper was assistant to the Chief Registrar of John Lewis Partnership, 1960–61 and Editor in Current Law of Sweet & Maxwell, Law Publishers between 1961–62. From 1962–67, Gloria was Information Officer to the Winchester City Council and from 1967–72 Assistant Solicitor with Taylor and Humbert. In 1972–73, she was Legal Adviser to Slater Walker France S.A. Between 1974–84, she was partner with Taylor and Humbert (now Taylor, Wessing).

Hooper was the Tory Party’s candidate for Liverpool in the 1979 European Parliament. The seat was thought to be safe Labour, but Hooper won it over Labour’s Terry Harrison, a member of Militant. Hooper was defeated in 1984 in the Merseyside West constituency.

Gloria is also a Member of the Law Society of England and Wales; a Member of the Advisory Board, Polar Research and Policy Initiative; President of the British Educational Suppliers Association; Vice-President of Canning House (Hispanic and Luso Brazilian Council); President of Waste Watch; President of the European Foundation For Heritage Skills; Council Member of the Institute for the Study of the Americas (University of London); President of Good Guy’s Cancer Appeal; President of the Anglo Latin-American Foundation; President of the Friends of Colombia for Social Aid; Trustee, Royal Academy of Dance; Trustee, Centre for Global Energy Studies; Trustee, National Museums and Galleries of Merseyside Development Trust; Trustee/Fellow, Industry and Parliament Trust (and fellow); Trustee, The Tablet; Fellow, Royal Society of Arts; Fellow, Royal Geographical Society.

Gloria bagged her peerage in 1985. As a Roman Catholic with a good knowledge of Liverpool, Gloria will know about the abuse of children at St Vincent’s School and St Aiden’s Community Home which were run by Liverpool Catholic Social Services and will know that some of those doing the abusing had links to the north Wales gang (see post ‘ These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

It is highly likely that Gloria knows that other high profile Roman Catholic from Liverpool, Cherie Booth, who was mentor to and friends with so many of the lawyers who ignored the organised abuse of children in north Wales, Liverpool and elsewhere.

Between 1999-01, Hooper served as a PPS to Foreign Secretary, William Hague, whilst Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was writing the whitewash after Chairing the Inquiry into the abuse of children in north Wales which Hague had orchestrated whilst he was Welsh Secretary. But then Hooper already knew about Dafydd et al because she has been a Minister in the Dept of Health, 1989-92 as well as in Energy, 1988-89, whilst Sir Peter Morrison was a Minister in that Dept at the same time as he was molesting children in north Wales and elsewhere (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Prior to that Hooper was a Minister in Education, 1987-88, whilst kids in special schools and residential schools in north Wales and elsewhere were abused.
Gloria Hooper worked on the Parliamentary Delegation to the Council of Europe.

Dr Alan Horler was ‘a Geordie born and bred and proud of it’. He went to Durham University Medical School. After a period at the Radcliffe Infirmary, Oxford, Horler returned to the north east in 1956. In 1962 he was appointed as consultant physician at the Royal Victoria Infirmary and Gateshead Hospitals. So he’ll have known the monstrous Lord John Walton and he’ll also have known about the abuse of boys at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead whilst Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth worked there before they relocated to Bryn Estyn (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Alan Horler was primarily interested in haematological disorders. So he will have known that the young men who died of AIDS in the late 80s after shaking hands with Diana were usually rent boys who had been coerced into sex work whilst they were in care (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’) and that was the reason why nearly all of them had no families or visitors except for Di, rather the stigma of being gay – they were witnesses to serious crime and it was to the advantage of many powerful people that they died alone. Perhaps Horler knew exactly which ‘unspecified blood borne infection’ killed Matt Arnold, the former Head of Bryn Estyn, in June 1994, four days before Peter Howarth stood trial for sex offences against boys at Bryn Estyn.

Horler and the MDU went back many years – he was first appointed to the Council of the MDU in Jan 1972. From 1972-94 he served on the Cases Committee and was its Chairman for five years – Horler knew about the long and glorious history of Dafydd then. Horler’s obituary claimed that he enjoyed his work for the MDU and brought ‘simple humanity’ to the ‘problems’ which he encountered. I had no idea that assisting a gang of sex offenders could be so fulfilling, let alone an act of compassion. Horler was President of the MDU, 1988-93 and was Chairman of the Board of Management, 1991-93.

 

It was said that Horler ‘never failed to interpret a Latin quotation or indeed cite one when appropriate’.

How about this for a Top Doctors motto then – ‘credo quia absurdum est – I believe it because it is absurd’.

 

Here are a few more gems from Horler’s hagiographies. Horler ‘was much respected as a man of great integrity whose opinion was often sought on non-clinical matters. He was a ‘wise’ man long before the ‘three wise men’ or other mechanisms of dealing with doctors in difficulties were created. He was a man of great charm and had a sense of humour which would often explode into hearty laughter joined by his friends’. I’m glad that the old bastard found so much to laugh at, unlike those in Dafydd’s dungeon at the North Wales Hospital.

‘His obsessional attention to detail may sometimes have caused his junior staff some extra work, but they soon realized the immense benefit his patients derived from it and learned a way of caring and looking after patients which the rapid advance in technology has threatened to destroy. His meticulous clinical notes, carefully written in his distinctive and beautiful handwriting, were a model for all doctors in training.’ I presume that Horler led the way in the forging of the documentation as detailed in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’.

Alan Horler joined the TA following his National Service in the RAMC and rose to the rank of lieutenant colonel – just like Brown’s dad, before Brown’s dad was found dead so suddenly and unexpectedly just after the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Alan Horler was a ‘family man who never allowed his busy professional life to detract from his warm and loving home. He had one daughter and two sons and was a devoted father whose children were a source of both happiness and pride to him’. Horler’s children would not have been sent to live in a children’s home in north Wales or referred to Dafydd should they ever become distressed or develop drug/alcohol problems. That was what happened to other people’s children – usually the children of people who had also had their lives ruined by Dafydd and Gwynne some years previously, not the offspring of Top Doctors.

 

Professor David Marsden, a consultant neurosurgeon. Marsden is another one of those Top Doctors about whom legends were created, although there was no evidence for the legends. We are told that ‘Whether or not he really danced the samba with Dolly Parton in Rio only four hours before his keynote morning lecture on basal ganglia disease is unimportant’ – so he didn’t then –  ‘the fact is that David Marsden’s colleagues believed that it was well within the limits of possibility. He had the physical stamina and the intellectual prowess to do both brilliantly’. Marsden ‘attracted some of the best young neurologists from around the world… if they ever remembered anything after late-night drinks in the Phoenix & Firkin at Denmark Hill…’

The Top Doctors really enjoy telling these sort of stories about each other, to emphasise just how exceptional the subject of the anecdote is or was. Yet exactly the same material is used to discredit patients who might need a bucket of slurry thrown over them. If any of the witnesses at the Waterhouse Inquiry had banged on about dancing the samba with Dolly Parton in Rio and getting so pissed in the Pheonix & Firkin that they couldn’t remember a thing about it, it would have been used as evidence that nothing they said about being abused by paedophiles could be believed.

The Top Docs carry on a bit like Shallow and Silence in Henry IV Part II, who in their dotage reminisce about their youthful excesses and maintain that people at the Inns of Court will still be discussing them. Dafydd encouraged this phenomenon. I was constantly told about how Dafydd parked his Mercedes one day, forgot where he’d parked it, so went out and purchased a new one; how Dafydd had killed more sheep whilst driving around north Wales than anyone else and how Dafydd kept crashing his planes. Was all this taken as evidence that he was a mad, grossly incompetent, dangerous idiot? No – it just demonstrated what a Superman he was.

What a bunch of fawning tosspots surrounded that man.

Marsden trained at St Thomas’ Hospital and at the then National Hospital for Nervous Diseases in Queen Square (now the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery). He was only 34 when he was appointed to the first Chair of neurology at King’s College and the Bethlem Royal Hospitals in Denmark Hill. Thirteen years later, in 1987, he was elected to the premier post of clinical neurology as Professor at the Institute of Neurology in Queen Square.

We are told that ‘establishment connections were never courted by David Marsden’ – of course not, that’s why he was sitting on the MDU, being the old hippy that he was.

 

Marsden’s ‘driving ambition in science did not prevent him from being an excellent clinician. He had the knack of being able to recognise, often in difficult circumstances, the real needs of the patient, and to appreciate that these might change over time’. I suspect that as in the case of Dafydd and Tony Francis, the ‘real needs’ of those patients might have been whatever was convenient to David Marsden at the time. And when they say no they mean yes.

Marsden ‘was held in the highest esteem by his own patients and received referrals from around the globe’. Which was exactly what unsuspecting patients were told about Dafydd, ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’, as featured in the Bangor and Anglesey Mail (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

When Marsden moved to Queen Square, ‘his administrative responsibilities soared and his direct involvement in science grew smaller. He hated this. Despite the honours that were heaped upon him, he was never at ease with his establishment position’. It must have been a nightmare for the poor man – all he wanted to do was have a knees-up with Dolly Parton and get pissed down at the Fool & Bladder.

Marsden ‘was blessed with a voice and demeanour that gave him instant advantage in committee work’ – so he intimidated everyone else. ‘He established a new research unit…funded directly by the MRC and was instrumental in helping to establish the Functional Imaging Laboratory in Queen Square.’ This translates as ‘by hook or by crook he extracted the dosh for a machine that goes ping’.

‘At heart, he was a shy man who could only open himself fully to a small number of very close friends. He was shattered by the sudden death from cancer of one of his closest colleagues, Professor Anita Harding, in 1995, and, perhaps because of associated ill-health, never seemed able to recover his old self’.

So Marsden wasn’t a complete bastard, he was just concealing his shyness and was unable to be his true self. And the Krays loved their mum.

There was a nurse at the Hergest Unit who constantly told patients whom Tony Francis had demanded be arrested or towards he had behaved very unacceptably that the problem with Tony Francis was that he cared about the patients too much and it caused him stress. Francis was undoubtedly a very troubled man, but it is highly likely that the reason for his obvious disintegration as the Waterhouse Report neared publication and his suicide after Operation Pallial was launched was because he feared that he could be in a great deal of trouble, rather than because he was losing sleep over the plight of the patients. I actually feel rather sorry for Tony Francis regarding the mess that he got himself into, but I do think that the rest of us should have been warned how dangerous he was and told what he was doing to us without our knowledge, rather than being reassured that he was a caring sharing doctor who was doing his best for everyone.

As for Marsden’s loss, Anita Harding was a neurologist who died of colorectal cancer when she was just 42 – but the NHS is the best in the world! – which was dreadfully sad. But the victims of Dafydd et al were usually dead by the time that they were 30 and often much younger. They never had a go at being a neurologist on a healthy salary with a fulfilling life – they had been battered, raped, locked up and were abused all over again if they complained and they often hung themselves in Risley Remand Centre, where they had been detained after having been framed by their assailants. Marsden was one of many who could have stopped that happening to quite so many people – he didn’t.

But then the lives of the Top Doctors and their friends are worth more than the lives of the rest of us. One student at UCNW was told by DGE Wood in the Student Health Centre before finals that he was ill and might not be able to sit his exams. The young man expressed concern and Wood told him to stop bloody moaning because Wood’s mate had nearly died in an accident at the boatyard the day before. Wood was referring to Stuart Ferraris, a dentist who had been caught in an explosion whilst he was working on his yacht in Dickie’s boatyard in Bangor. Stuart Ferraris’s life had been saved by another Top Doc who was working on his yacht nearby. It was bad, but then so were the deaths of all those young people whom Wood and the sex traffickers targeted. Including my house mate Ann.

CRASH!!! Problem sorted – and Ann didn’t even go out in style on a yacht…You weren’t that sympathetic when Ann was killed were you Wood?

Come to think of it, no-one ever explained WHY there was an explosion in Dickie’s in 1984 just when all those Top Docs were down there…So Wood, why did someone try to blow your mates up?

 

Prof David Poswillo, an oral-maxillo facial surgeon. David Poswillo worked at the Universities of Adelaide and London. In 1990, he Chaired the Department of Health working party on anaesthesia, sedation and resuscitation in dental practice. The working party was considered necessary because anaesthesia was frequently carried out by dentists working alone, a practice that, every so often, resulted in a patient’s death. Poswillo also Chaired, from 1994-98, the scientific committee on tobacco and health which curbed tobacco advertising and consumption in public places.

Poswillo was a New Zealander but at the age of 36, he took up a Nuffield Fellowship at the Royal College of Surgeons in England. The College subsequently offered him a Chair in teratology, a post created for him which was funded by Action for the Crippled Child. Presumably those launching into action on behalf of the crippled child had no idea that Poswillo was assisting a paedophile gang who er, crippled (and killed) their victims. Having expertise in teratology, Poswillo will also have known about all those female mental health patients who were being prescribed sodium valproate although it was known that it caused foetal deformities… Never mind, they were only the babies of Empowered Service Users!

Dafydd’s colleague Dr Neil Davies continued to prescribe sodium valproate to female patients of reproductive age with no warnings at all….

In 1979, Poswillo returned to London to take up the Chair in Oral and Maxillofacial surgery at the Royal Dental Hospital. In 1986, this merged with the United Medical and Dental Schools of Guy’s and St Thomas’s Hospitals, after which Poswillo remained as Professor and Head of Department until his retirement in 1992.

Poswillo helped launch the Charity, the Facial Surgery Research Foundation – ‘Saving Faces’. A most appropriate name for a charity Chaired by Poswillo.

Poswillo was an executive member of the World Health Organisation Human Task Force.

 

Readers might have noticed that I have mentioned above that a few of the Top Docs who assisted Dafydd and the paedophiles were gastroenterologists. I have been taking an interest in gastroenterologists, because among my medical records I found a copy of a job application that I’d written back in 1988. Not an application for a job with the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales, but an application for a job with a Professor King as a Research Fellow – on a cancer research project funded by a gastroenterological society. Now how did that get into the hands of the north Wales mental health services?

 

Now here’s a big cheese who sat on the MDU whilst they were so helpful to Dafydd and Francis – Prof Sir Roland Smith. Smith was an alumnus of both Birmingham and Manchester Universities and he lived in Altrincham, Cheshire, which was the stomping ground of the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang. However I doubt that any of Roland Smith’s friends and relations were in any danger from Dafydd, Sir Peter Morrison et al. Roland Smith was the sort of man who would probably have said ‘I own shrinks’.

Roland’s Telegraph obituary described him as someone ‘who made his name as a combative Chairman of House of Fraser, British Aerospace and Manchester United’. Smith literally collected Directorships and corporate Consultancy roles, he had scores of them. He held senior roles at Liverpool University and at the University of Manchester Institute of Science and Technology (UMIST).

In 1980 Smith was headhunted to be Deputy Chairman of the House of Fraser, which was under takeover siege by Tiny Rowland of Lonrho. Rowland was also a Fraser Director. Smith took over the Chairmanship from the Sir Hugh Fraser (whom Tiny Rowland had first befriended and then all but destroyed) in 1981 and with the backing of City institutions, placed himself in the path of Rowland’s ambitions. Smith told Rowland after a meeting of Fraser shareholders in Nov 1982: ‘If this is your idea of a game, please play it somewhere else in future . . . Get your tanks off my lawn’.

Meanwhile the paedophiles had their tanks on the lawns of so many people a good deal more dispossessed and vulnerable than Tiny Rowland or Roland Rat.

Anyone up for sex with a ten year old whom Lucille Hughes has demanded should be taken into care by the paedophile gang because Dr Dafydd Alun Jones has given his professional opinion that his parents are not fit to look after him? All with the stamp of approval of Roland! Comes Highly Recommended!!! Roll Up Roll Up, It’s The House of Fraser Sale – overpriced ridiculous hats and those boring handbags with the Scottie dog motif on them for the ladies, little boys for Peter Morrison, Norman St John Stevas, Cyril Smith, Greville Janner and God knows who else…The MDU will ensure that business is never stopped.

Roland once said of Tiny Rowland ‘If he has a redeeming feature, I never saw one’. Coming from a man who believed that Dafydd should remain working as a doctor that is a damning statement.

Thatcher’s Gov’t blocked Tiny Rowland’s/Lonrho’s bid for House of Fraser on the grounds of national interest and the then unknown Fayed brothers stepped forward to buy the group for £600 million. Smith was given a relatively free rein to run the business for them, and remained as the Chairman until 1986.

How ever was Thatcher’s arm twisted by Roland?

In 1984, Fayed and his brothers purchased a 30% stake in House of Fraser from Tiny Rowland. In 1985, the Fayeds bought the remaining 70% of House of Fraser. Rowland claimed the Fayed brothers had lied about their background and wealth and put pressure on the government to investigate them. A DTI inquiry into the Fayeds was launched. The DTI’s subsequent report was critical, but no action was taken against the Fayeds.

Sir Peter Morrison was the Tory MP for Chester, 1979-92. He was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1979-81; Minister of State for Employment, 1983-85; Minister of State for Trade and Industry, 1985-86…then Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party, 1986-87.

Harrods – The Top People’s Store!

Night in the Ritz anyone?

Roland Smith’s next major appointment was as Chairman of British Aerospace, 1987-91. Whilst there he was credited as the architect of the £150 million take-over of Rover, a bargain-priced deal agreed personally between Smith and the Trade and Industry Secretary Lord David Young, the cost of which was largely recouped by the subsequent sale of Rover’s interest in the Leyland-DAF trucks group. David Young was appointed Secretary of State just months after Morrison left the DTI, although I am sure that Morrison was remembered by his colleagues. As well as by Roland Smith.

The explosions which followed Smith’s Chairmanship of BAe lasted into the 1990s. European Commissioners had previously decided that the company had received illegal subsidies or ‘sweeteners’, amounting to £44 million, which it ordered BAe to repay. This development hurled Smith into a political row with Thatcher’s Gov’t – he emerged victorious but ‘he had made some powerful enemies’. Not that any of them had Roland and his associates arrested for their part in facilitating the serious organised crime with which Dafydd et al were involved, because Roland had the shit on absolutely everyone who had kept quiet about Dafydd. Including Thatcher, who was a personal friend of Sir Peter Morrison.

Thatcher’s desire to keep giving Peter Morrison roles in Gov’t really did render her vulnerable, although sadly the people who were found dead because of this cesspool were former kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales.

Roland Smith masterminded the profitable redevelopment of the Royal Ordnance factories and drove a diversification of the group into property and construction. The strategy came unstuck in the recession: shareholders were disgruntled by falling profits and fellow Directors let it be known that Smith’s dominant personal style no longer commanded their support. Smith resigned in Sept 1991.

1991 – the year of the Great Stuffing Over of a group of young academics and media professionals who had found out about some of what Dafydd and Tony Francis were doing and the year that charges against Greville disappeared.

Roland was knighted in 1991. As was Peter Morrison!

Roland’s obituary writer stated that ‘Smith would chase a new Chairmanship as other men might chase a pretty girl’. Or an underaged boy.

Smith was a member of the Court of the Bank of England, 1991-96.

Smith was Chairman of Manchester United, 1991-2002. Smith had been an ardent Man United fan since his youth.

Keith Fearns, a paedophiles’ friend employed for many years by Gwynedd Social Services, comes from Manchester and was involved in football there as a young man. As an abusive old git in north Wales, Fearns runs a ladies football team, who undertake unlikely activities such as touring Eastern Europe. People have long since wondered what Fearns’s ladies football team is all about – they are known as ‘Fearns’s harem’ and are nearly always trainee social workers or probation officers.

Roland Smith was the son of a Manchester police sergeant, which would have served him well because the Manchester police have been endemically corrupt for generations and loads of them were mates with Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends, even high ranking officers (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’).

Roland’s life was touched by Dafydd et al long before Roland was part of the MDU. In the early 1960s Roland taught Economics at Liverpool University and in 1963 he became Director of the Business School there. Dafydd studied medicine at Liverpool in the late 1950s, Lucille did her social work training there at about the same time and many other paedophiles’ friends trained or worked at Liverpool University, usually as Top Doctors or social workers. Liverpool was a branch of Dafydd’s empire, he had people in Liverpool City Council, in Walton Prison, in Liverpool University and Liverpool Poly/Liverpool John Moores University as well as in all the hospitals there (see posts ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ and ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen). David Hunt was a paedophiles’ friend who was MP for the Wirral for years (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’) and there were other tame MPs on Merseyside as well, such as Robert Kilroy Silk. Roland will not have been able to miss them.

Among Roland Smith’s first contacts in the corporate world were the leaders of the mining giant Rio Tinto Zinc and it was from them that he learned about large-scale entrepreneurship. Rio Tinto owned Anglesey Aluminium on Anglesey, a major employer throughout the paedophile years. Liz Stables, a pal of Dafydd’s who worked as the nurse at the Student Health Centre in UCNW (Bangor University) along with Wood and Gwynne the lobotomist, had previously been the company nurse at Anglesey Aluminium. Prior to that Liz had been a nurse in the C&A Hospital in Bangor and before that a teacher in Liverpool.

Smith’s tenure as Professor of Marketing at UMIST lasted from 1966-1988, although one student stated that ‘his most outstanding feature as a Professor was that he was never there. Despite him never going to work, UMIST loved Roland Smith and he was Chancellor, 1996-2002. Smith was succeeded as Chancellor by one of his former students, the Chief Executive of Tesco, Sir Terry Leahy.

In 2004 UMIST merged with the Victoria University of Manchester to form Manchester University. Dafydd’s old mate Dr Bob Hobson worked at Manchester Medical School from 1974 (see post ‘The Mentor’) as did Professor Kenneth Rawnsley – another long term umbrella for Dafydd and Tony Francis – before being appointed to a Chair at Cardiff Medical School (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Tony Francis himself worked at Manchester Medical School with Ian Brockington’s team immediately before he relocated to north Wales in the early 1980s (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

In the 1970s Roland Smith was on the Boards of Barrow Hepburn, Midland Aluminium and Senior Engineering. Among dozens of other corporate involvements, Roland Smith was Chairman of Hepworth plc 1986-87, Readicut International, 1984-96, Temple Bar Investment Trust, 1980-99, P&P, 1988-97 and Kingston Oil & Gas.

In 1992 Roland became Chairman of the Duke of Edinburgh’s Commonwealth Study Conference.

Roland’s kind heart led him into charidee work with the NHS a la Jimmy Savile – he was a key member of the committee to raise funds for the Christie Hospital.

Roland and his wife Joan were not blessed with children.

 

As for people working in north Wales who knew about the serious criminality documented upon my medical notes, the forged documentation as well as the collusion of the GMC, the BMA, the MDU, every statutory agency, Top Doctors in Leicester and London and various bent lawyers and members of the judiciary, one woman who read all the 10,000 documents in my possession making all this crystal clear was Rita Thomas, the ‘litigation officer and claims co-ordinator’ for the North West Wales NHS Trust. The incriminating documentation detailing decades of serious organised crime was arranged in bundles emblazoned with Rita’s name.

Well Rita, what kept you so quiet?

On holiday over Easter, I read an analysis of some of the material in the Mass Observation archive at the University of Sussex. I’ve never got around to visiting the archive myself, so reading extracts is the next best thing. The Mass Observation archive is famous, it is a collection of diaries and personal records which were kept by thousands of people living in post-war Britain as part of a body of work aiming to build up a picture of the nation and its citizens. Among the extracts that I read were accounts written by two women who wrote about their lives in the 1970s and 80s. One worked as a teacher in Lambeth and the other worked as a social worker in Surrey and then Bradford.

The teacher in Lambeth mentioned that ‘the Barnardo’s boys’ in her class were selling sex. One of the boys had shown her a ‘compromising letter’ from an MP whom, the teacher was later told by her colleagues, was ‘untouchable’. The teacher knew that if she raised concerns about what was happening to her pupils she would be sacked by Lambeth Borough Council. This teacher had previously been politically active but had walked away in disgust at the activities of the ‘thugs and criminals’ whom she claimed were running both Lambeth and Haringey Councils. I think that she must have been referring to some of those who are now sitting in the Commons and the Lords…

The teacher made a note on her records that she was very angry after having been told by Sussex University that she had to delete the name of the MP who wrote the letter which she read before her material could be stored in the archive – she was livid at being ‘censored’.

Sussex University is near Brighton, which was where John Allen owned the brothels to which he trafficked the youngsters who were abused whilst in his children’s homes. The firebomb in April 1992 which killed five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal was chucked into a building in Brighton (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

The social worker featured in the book that I read was a woman from a privileged background who had been troubled as a child who ‘drifted’ into social work as a young adult. The extracts that she wrote only briefly mentioned her work, but concentrated mainly on her interests in humanistic psychology, various therapies of different degrees of whackiness and Eastern philosophies. And the fact that she was having sex with her gardener and handyman which left her feeling very Lady Chatterleyesque. For years this woman worked as a social worker in Bradford – where there was a paedophile ring targeting kids in care. The only observation that the social worker made about her Bradford clients was that they had had ‘such painful relationships’ with the local authorities that they refused further contact with social services. Nonetheless this social worker believed that she was good at ‘communicating with her working class clients’. I think what she meant was that they were battered and sexually assaulted whilst in ‘care’ and that she had them arrested if they complained.

When Jackie Brandt had me prosecuted in 1993 for ‘looking at her in Safeways’, Brandt told the Bangor Magistrates that she had had ‘an unhappy relationship’ with me. Well yes, she had witnessed me being threatened by people who were running a sex trafficking ring, she had unlawfully detained me in a psychiatric ward, refused to respond to complaints about this, had a High Court injunction served on me after I wrote the second letter of complaint and had then perjured herself in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). I can only wonder whether Jackie was having sex with her gardener throughout it all, just to complete the picture.

 

A couple of days ago it was reported that the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board’s bill for staff sick leave is now running into millions because so many staff have developed mental health problems. Just do the usual everyone – give them a few more million and blame it all on the stress caused by violent psych patients attacking Angels. Although where all the mentally ill staff will go for treatment I don’t know – they’re certainly not going to use their own shite, lethal ‘services’. As a (very pleasant) receptionist who worked in the Hergest Unit for years said of the ‘BMA psychiatrists’ after she retired, ‘God I wouldn’t go near any of them if I was ill’.

The Daily Post reported yesterday that there has been the death of a patient at Hafan Wen, the detox unit run by Dafydd’s charity CAIS in Wrexham. The police have stated that the death is ‘not suspicious’, but nevertheless an investigation is going on. This is not the first death that there has been at Hafan Wen. CAIS are receiving millions from the Welsh Gov’t – and from a number of English authorities – to provide ‘substance abuse services’. The dead person’s bed will have been filled by someone else by now. The one thing that no-one will do is put a stop to any of this idiocy.

 

 

A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND

Some weeks ago I wrote a blog post giving an account of the experiences of a former employee of North East Wales MIND (formerly known as Flintshire MIND), Karen Hughes. Karen alleged workplace bullying, financial irregularities, loss of client’s data, breaches of clients’ confidentiality and the suicide of one client after he was told by a counsellor at North East Wales MIND that she could do no more for him. Karen had contacted Paul Farmer, the CEO of national MIND and Sara Moseley, the Director of MIND Cymru and informed them of her experiences and allegations but they failed to reply.

Karen provided me with extensive documentation to back up her allegations.

Karen was not the first employee/former employee of MIND to contact me – I had previously received correspondence from other people alleging that there are massive problems in MIND and that a regime of terror leaves people far too frightened to speak out publicly. All these people asked me not to publish anything on my blog that could lead to their identities being revealed. However Karen told me that she was happy to be named as a whistleblower.

 

On Friday afternoon I received a message from my hoster, forwarding a solicitor’s letter that they had received from a David Mann from Aaron and Partners (who are based in Chester). Mr Mann is acting for North East Wales MIND. Mr Mann alleged that virtually every one of Karen’s allegations was ‘untrue’ and that my post about North East Wales MIND was ‘libellous’, ‘defamatory’ and ‘offensive’. David Mann is demanding that I delete the original post about North East Wales MIND.

I have always made it clear on this blog that if anybody believes that I have published anything as fact that is not true, I am happy to edit it. I rang Mr Mann to discuss the documentary evidence in my possession which supports Karen’s allegations, but I was told that he was out of the office. I rang again sometime later and was told that he ‘wasn’t picking up the phone’. So I e mailed David Mann. I have not yet heard back from him. I also e mailed my hoster but I have not heard back from them either.

The problem that I have is that my hoster is located in the Philippines and I can only communicate with them about this problem by e mail. I am happy to do this but I suspect that because it is the weekend I will not be able to communicate with them about Mr Mann’s allegations until tomorrow. Unfortunately, the misuse procedure with my hoster has an automatic element to it – if a solution isn’t found to a complaint within a certain time limit, the website is automatically suspended. Because of the timing of David Mann’s complaint to my hoster, there is a chance that my blog could be suspended later tonight automatically. Furthermore I am going away for Easter and will not have access to wifi, so I really do not want anything going pear-shaped with my blog this week.

So after a conversation with Karen, it was agreed that I should delete the previous post concerning North East Wales MIND which will enable my hoster’s automatic process to pick up that I have responded to their concern – thus safeguarding the blog – and replace it with an updated post about MIND.

Despite David Mann’s accusations that Karen’s allegations are simply ‘untrue’, Karen has provided me with documentary evidence that every part of her complaint about North East Wales MIND was upheld by Parabl, the agency which works in partnership with MIND and runs the counselling courses with them. It was North East Wales MIND’s practices regarding their work with Parabl that Karen raised concerns about.

There was another investigation into Karen’s complaints which resulted in none of them being upheld. This was an ‘independent’ investigation – carried out by Tony Bochenski, the Chair of North East Wales MIND, who was one of the people whom Karen named in her complaints.

So Tony has cleared himself and his colleagues, but they have all been found guilty by Parabl…

Tony Bochenski is a solicitor himself so I’m wondering why his organisation has employed another solicitor to write to my hoster.

Karen and I take the view that David Mann’s letter is simply an attempt to silence us.

Karen has also told me that since I published the post about North East Wales MIND, her immediate line manager – about whom Karen had no complaints at all and maintained was the one person in North East Wales MIND who conducted herself professionally at all times – has been forced by North East Wales MIND to sign an agreement stating that she will have no more contact with Karen. Karen doubts the legality of this agreement but presumes that her former line manager feared losing her job if she did not sign on the dotted line.

 

Whilst I am blogging about MIND in north Wales, I will take this opportunity to discuss some more of the documents that are in my medical files which the NHS illegally witheld from me for years and which were only released after my lawyers took the CEO of the North West Wales NHS Trust to the High Court in Cardiff where he was threatened with imprisonment.

In my post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ I discussed an attempt in 1997 by the north Wales mental health services to frame me for a criminal offence in order to have me deemed a dangerous patient, banned from NHS premises and transferred to a forensic psychiatry team. Immediately after my arrest I received a letter telling me that I had been banned from seeing any member of staff except for members of the forensic team or Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and if I entered any NHS property managed by Gwynedd Community Health Trust unless it was to see Tony Francis or the forensic team, I would be arrested – again. The other patient who was arrested and jointly charged with me was subject to the same conditions. The case circulated around the courts for a few months until the trial. We were both acquitted. The Trust refused to apologise, stating that as far as they were concerned we were guilty no matter what the verdict of the court had been. We also discovered that Tony Francis had prepared a Report for the court before the trial explaining what was to be done with us WHEN we were found guilty. I was to be ‘assessed’ with a view to banging me up in a secure unit and my co-accused was to have been put on probation.

I now have in my possession a document written by the person whom it was alleged that we had harassed and threatened – a CPN with the Arfon Community Mental Health Team called Bridget Lloyd – in which she states that she had only ever met me once, that it was many years ago and that she didn’t think that I’d recognise her if I saw her. This document had been circulated among managers at the Trust and had been sent to Tony Francis. Yet the court was told that Lloyd had made a statement explaining that she was ‘absolutely terrified’ of me, that she had ‘young children’ who were deemed to be at risk of attack from me as well and that the Trust had issued her with a personal alarm to carry at all times lest she bumped into me and I attacked her. The magistrates were also told that the Trust were looking into the possibility of providing Lloyd and her family with a safe house if I was acquitted, such was the danger that they were all in.

After my acquittal, my complaints about the whole matter were ignored – numerous previous other complaints made by me regarding the abuses of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones et al were still uninvestigated.

I and the other person who was charged with me were arrested in Nov 1997. We were kept in the cells at Caernarfon Police Station for most of the day but no-one would explain why. The person who was arrested with me was deprived of essential medication for a number of hours despite him making repeated requests for it. We were released at the end of the day with no transport or money to pay for public transport home although we lived a number of miles from Caernarfon. We hitch-hiked back home.

After I received the letter from Gwynedd Community Health Trust banning me from contacting anyone but the forensic team or entering Trust premises, I rang the Hergest Unit to try to find out what on earth was going on. I spoke to a man who refused to identify himself but who obviously knew all about me. I only found out who this man was years later when my lawyers obtained copies of my files and there was an account of my telephone call among the documents.

The man with whom I spoke was Robin Holden, the then Head of Mental Health Nursing/Lead Manager for Acute Mental Illness at Gwynedd Community Health Trust. On 11/11/97 Holden completed a ‘note for file’ after I rang him.

Holden’s note states that I repeated my complaints about Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s conduct towards female patients and I stated that there had been ‘numerous complaints of this nature’ made by me and others about Dafydd.

Holdren wrote on his file note that he told me that my complaints had been investigated and that if I had any ‘further comments’ I could ‘make them in writing to me’. Holden then wrote that ‘when I advised her that I did not see this telephone conversation as being very helpful, she hung up after telling me to fuck off’. Holden goes on to say that ‘her demeanour was excitable and unreasonable, demanding answers to closed questions and not allowing me to engage in meaningful dialogue’.

I remember the conversation well. I did tell Holden to fuck off, because in response to every question of mine, including ‘who am I speaking to please?’, ‘who was responsible for having me arrested?’ and ‘on what legal basis have I been banned from speaking to my own key worker and banned from NHS property?’ Holden simply replied ‘I do not want to share that with you’.

Holden was speaking to someone who had recently spent a day in the cells, had been charged for an offence that she had not committed and had now received a letter threatening her with arrest again if she walked into the local hospital or rang her key worker – and he found it unreasonable that she was asking ‘closed questions’. Is there any other way of asking someone who they are or who has had them arrested?

As for Holden’s observation that I was ‘excitable and unreasonable’ – Holden had trained and worked as a nurse at the North Wales Hospital, Denbigh. A quick perusal of the notes of any patient in that institution will reveal that they were all ‘excitable and unreasonable’, all the time, under all circumstances, even when they were catatonically depressed. I suspect that the reason why everyone in Denbigh was ‘excitable and unreasonable’ is that there was only a very limited repertoire of treatments there – lobotomy, ECT or huge quantities of chlorpromazine. Everybody got the chlorpromazine even if they subsequently also got the lobotomy and/or ECT – and the only justification for giving the doses that were dispensed was to describe someone as ‘excitable and unreasonable’. I did not meet one ‘excitable and unreasonable’ patient whilst I was in Denbigh, not even the man who was manic. He was manic, but no, he wasn’t actually unreasonable, I had some good chats with him.

But I wasn’t Trained, which must have been why I didn’t notice all the excitable, unreasonable folk who surrounded me.

As for Holden’s insistence that my previous complaints had been investigated – the documentation compiled at the time by his colleagues demonstrates very clearly that my complaints had not been investigated. There are copies of letters that managers had sent to Dafydd begging him to address my complaints – Dafydd simply ignored all such requests. After a few months of being ignored, a senior manager would then write back to me saying that Dafydd ‘refutes all your allegations’. I doubt if Dafydd even got as far as refuting anything, there was no evidence that they’d even spoken to him and certainly no evidence of any investigation into any of the numerous matters of very serious misconduct that I raised over a period of years. There is a copy of one letter written by senior manager Dr Peter Higson which states that Dafydd is ‘not compliant’ with the complaints investigation process. Higson does not make any suggestions as to what should be done in the face of Dafydd’s non-compliance.

Peter Higson is now the Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board.

Robin Holden has now retired from the NHS. Psychiatric nurses of Holden’s vintage were allowed to retire at 55 years old, because everyone knew that the strain of looking after excitable, unreasonable people who are prone to attacking one and insist on asking closed questions really takes it out of a fit healthy 55 year old. Which was why many of the retired Angels then returned to work for the NHS in their former roles at a much higher pay rate after signing up for agency work. One former Denbigh nurse was still working shifts in the Heddfan Unit at the Wrexham Maelor Hospital in 2013 – he owned a second home in the Florida Keys. Another retired Denbigh nurse continued to work on Ynys Mon until about 10 years ago – where he also kept his yacht.

Duw, it’s hard, as Max Boyce used to sing.

So what did Robin Holden do after he retired? He set up a consultancy and flogged his expertise to the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board! As the patient and staff suicides at the Hergest Unit could no longer be explained away using the usual techniques, Peter Higson commissioned Holden to write a report on Hergest. Holden observed that Hergest ‘was in serious trouble’ and very sensitive mediation would be required because the staff were alienated and demoralised. I expect that Robin’s consultancy provided the mediation for the worthless bastards who used to work for him when he was their senior manager and was refusing to answer closed questions from patients whom they had had arrested.

Robin has a new role now. He’s a MIND executive! In Aberconwy I understand. He is involved with Parabl…

Robin also owns a few properties which he lets out as holiday cottages.

Duw, Duw, Duw, the poverty, the stress, the long hours, how do any of them cope?

On behalf of all the patients in north Wales – Jesus Christ!

 

After I had been acquitted of threatening Bridget Lloyd, Jackie Ehlen, the forensic psychiatric nurse to whom I had been referred as a result of being so phenomenally dangerous, wrote on my notes in 1998 that I and the other patient who was charged and acquitted along with me knew that we’d harassed Bridget and ‘had only got off on a technicality’. The technicality being that I had not actually spoken to Bridget but had been charged because I was in the same building as the person who did make the ‘harassing’ call. Not that he had spoken to Bridget either – he had been rude about Bridget to a third party over the telephone. Because Bridget had previously tried to have him arrested…

So that was the technicality on which we got off – the fact that we didn’t actually do it.

So who else knew about this idiocy in 1997 involving Robin the MIND executive? Well, it went right to the top of the Trust. John Mullen the CEO of Gwynedd Community Health Trust knew. Because Robin faxed him about 10 mins after my phone call during which I asked closed questions! Robin didn’t fax John Mullen because of me being excitable and unreasonable, he faxed John Mullen because after Robin refused to share anything with me – including his name – another patient rang Robin and asked Robin ‘if you are part of the cover-up regarding the allegations of abuse against Dafydd involving John Mullen, Nerys Owen, Alun Davies and the Freemasons’. Robin faxed John Mullen immediately. Robin noted that patient was asking closed questions as well.

The Chairman of Gwynedd Community Health Trust at the time was Hefin Davies. Who was/is a Freemason. The Provincial Grand Master of North Wales in 1997 was one Ian Lawrie Mackeson-Sandbach.

Ian’s mother Geraldine – who died in 2001 – was President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives 1955-75, a Magistrate on the Llanwrst Bench 1942-79 and was President of the Juvenile Bench. The Sandbach family estate is located near Llanwrst. Dr Peter Higson comes from Llanwrst and his sister is Dr Ruth Hussey, the former Chief Medical Officer for Wales! Ian Mackeson-Sandbach has a daughter, Antoinette. She’s the Tory MP for Eddisbury in Cheshire. Antoinette used to be the Tory AM for Delyn. Prior to pursuing a career in politics, Antoniette was working as a criminal barrister in London, but she felt a sudden urge to return to north Wales just when people started demanding a re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal on the grounds that the Waterhouse Report had been a massive cover-up. Within weeks of arriving in north Wales, Antoinette was working for David Jones, the Tory MP for Clwyd West. David Jones worked as a solicitor in Bangor and looked on as the victims of the paedophiles’ friends were stitched up in court (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’). The son of David Jones’s boss in the Bangor law firm, Elwyn Jones, was also a solicitor and – along with Gwynedd Social Services, the North Wales Police, the North Wales Housing Association, Dafydd Orwig a Gwynedd County Councillor, Bethesda GPs surgery and the mental health services – stitched up an innocent man for allegedly being a danger to his own baby, whilst protecting two other people who had abused children, as described in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’. David Jones is a Freemason.

David Jones’s constituency office is in Colwyn Bay. Which is the location of the HQ of the North Wales Police. The Gwynfa Unit was also in Colwyn Bay. Gwynfa Unit was a residential child and adolescent mental health unit. It was revealed at the Waterhouse Inquiry that numerous young patients had been severely abused, sexually and physically. One member of staff was imprisoned for raping a 14 year old girl and another male patient was buggered on two occasions (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’). From 1993 Gwynfa was run by the Clwydian Community Care NHS Trust. Prior to that it had been run by Clwyd Health Authority – the old name for the Clwydian Community Care NHS Trust. Both organisations employed Dafydd and Peter Higson in senior roles and both organisations failed to investigate my complaints. Gwynfa was shut down in 1997 – I rather suspect because of what was going to be revealed about it in the Waterhouse Inquiry.

The nurse in charge of Gwynfa, 1972-90 was Nigel Mannering Berry, one of Robin Holden’s former nurse colleagues from the North Wales Hospital. Between 1993-94, Nigel Berry was a Director of Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall. Berry lives in Colwyn Bay. As did Professor Robert Owen, the Medical Ombudsman appointed by the Welsh Office who co-ordinated the cover-up of the criminal activities of Dafydd et al in 1988 after my complaint (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). Gordon Anglesea, the former retired North Wales Police officer who was imprisoned in 2016 for historical sex offences against boys in care in north Wales, also lived in Colwyn Bay.

Dr Barry Kiehn lives in Colwyn Bay as well. Kiehn is a retired Top Doctor who for many years was the psychiatrist for Gwynfa, although he was employed by Gwynedd Health Authority. Barry Kiehn also compiled a document which turned up in my medical notes. Back in 1987 when I began to realise just how extensive Dafydd’s wrongdoing was and how many people knew about it, I placed an advert in ‘Private Eye’ for info about Dafydd. It caused a stir and although I wasn’t living in north Wales at the time, I received a few phone calls from people there saying ‘ooh was that advert placed by you?’ I know that Dafydd himself saw it because he was one of the people who phoned me up. He was more friendly than I ever would have thought was possible and was chuckling away saying ‘ooh dear you have found out a lot about my private life haven’t you heh heh heh’ – not that it was private, Dafydd’s sexual exploitation of patients and criminality wasn’t at all private – and it was shortly after seeing that advert that Dafydd tried to bribe me. How did Dafydd know about the advert? Because Barry Kiehn told him. There is a copy of the letter that Kiehn wrote to Dafydd in my file. Kiehn was obviously good mates with Dafydd, they were on first name terms – ‘Dear Dafydd’. Kiehn sent Dafydd a copy of my advert saying that ‘a colleague’ had seen it and although Barry had no idea what it was all about, he thought that Dafydd should know about it…

 

Other people who knew about the fuckwittery of Robin Holden et al in 1997 included Nerys Owen, the Director of Nursing for Gwynedd Community Health Trust and Liz Brown, PA to Nerys Owen. Also Bruce Stephens, the manager of the Hergest Unit at that time and Amanda Lloyd, the Trust HQ ‘services manager’. All these people were CC’d into letters with regard to the trumped up charges brought against me in 1997. The usual suspect was involved as well of course – Alun Davies. Davies even turned up at our trial and sat in the front row of the spectators gallery hoping to see us taken away in the Black Maria. I was delighted to note that Davies looked as though someone had emptied a bucket of slops over his head when we were acquitted. Davies seemed so certain that we were going to be found guilty as well. Presumably a magistrate wasn’t following orders somewhere along the line.

Alun Davies owns property in Colwyn Bay which he lets out to other crooks employed by the NHS.

The Gwynedd Community Health Trust’s solicitor, Tony Lane, also knew what was happening. Tony Lane’s advice had been sought by the Trust because they didn’t know what to do about my complaints… My documents show that by 1997 the Trust had been seeking Lane’s advice regarding me for a number of years because they thought that Dafydd had done a number of things that they could not defend. They must have been in a real pickle to have been using Tony Lane as well, because the NHS routinely utilised the services of the corrupt lawyer employed by the Welsh Office, Andrew Park, to threaten me with court action.

Tony Lane’s firm was Jones, Evans and Lane and was based at 32 Y Maes, Caernarfon. His partners were R. Meirion Jones and Merfyn Jones-Evans and the associates were Wyn Trefor Jones and Mandy Maria Williams.

 

One the wider UK stage, whilst this perjury and unlawful withdrawal of NHS care was happening, the Waterhouse Inquiry had just begun taking evidence from witnesses. Ah, so that was why there was such an effort being made to label me as one who was Dangerous and Unreasonable and Who Could Not Be Believed. Blair was PM and the Secretary of State for Wales was dear old Ron Davies. The MP for the constituency in which I and the person arrested with me lived was the paedophiles’ friend Lord Wyn Roberts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Ysbyty Gwynedd and Bangor Magistrates Court where we were tried was also in Wyn Roberts’s constituency. Caernarfon Police Station in which I was detained for hours without good reason and in which my co-accused was deprived of essential medication was located in the constituency of Dafydd Wigley, as was the company of Tony Lane the solicitor who knew that the Trust had broken – and continued to break – the law.

 

Have any of you got anything to say about it all having said so much about me at the time?

 

 

 

 

Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated

The stream of people appearing in the media to pledge their loyalty to Top Doctors who tell them that they have cancer when they might well not continues. This supply of eager folk seems to have been given an extra boost since I wrote my post about the massive scams at the heart of cancer research (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). The latest person to share his troubles re prostate cancer is a man called Bill Turnbull. He’s someone who is on the TV, but I don’t have a TV and when I have access to one I don’t watch the programmes starring Bill Turnbull, so I only have a rather hazy grasp of who he is. Bill has announced that not only does he have prostate cancer but it has spread to his bones and how he wishes that he’d consulted his Top Doctor four years ago. I do not envy Bill having cancer which has metastasised and I am genuinely sympathetic to his plight, but the harsh reality is that even if he had taken medical advice four years ago, that cancer might well have been missed – as it was in the case of Jade Goody. There is nothing that the Top Doctors like more than a celeb who has developed cancer because they are ruthlessly used to Send A Message.

Bill has been supported by his colleague Fiona Phillips. Now I DO know who Fiona Phillips is – she is a self-centred narcissist who used to be on breakfast TV and she also wrote a column in one of the tabloids. Fiona was a laugh a minute – she took a hard right wing line on everything, was utterly unsympathetic to anyone and was sufficiently bothered by people who wore Birkenstock shoes that she devoted a whole column to the subject. Not that Fiona managed to explain why Birkenstock shoes were so offensive, her column simply repeated ‘they’re not fashionable, they’re ugly. Ugly, ugly, ugly’. A photo of the offending shoes were supplied. Another one of Fiona’s high points was her appearance on TV with Philip Schofield when they rolled around laughing at parents who did not smack their children and Philip proffered the opinion that fings ain’t been the same since they banned the cane in schools.

There is however one cause close to Fiona’s heart – Alzheimers. Although Fiona only became concerned about this when her mother developed the condition and it dawned on Fiona that her mum was soon going to need looking after. So Fiona started campaigning…

 

So in the face of all those who maintain that ‘Sally Baker is a nutter who is talking crap again’, I would like to remind everyone of the Chilvers Report which caused ructions in medicine in Sept 1990. The Chilvers Report was a paper which was published in The Lancet by Clair Chilvers and others who claimed to have demonstrated that cancer patients receiving ‘treatment’ at the Bristol Cancer Help Centre were very much more likely to develop secondary cancer and to die prematurely than patients receiving conventional treatment at the Royal Marsden. The Bristol Cancer Help Centre  was an ‘holistic’ centre which ‘treated’ cancer patients through the use of diets, meditation, relaxation, ‘visualisation’ etc. When the Chilvers paper was published I was a little confused because although I am someone who takes the view that cancer cannot be cured by altering one’s diet or listening to whale songs, I didn’t believe that such things are so detrimental that they finish you off within months. I took the view that they were ineffective rather than actively dangerous.

The Bristol Cancer Help Centre originated in 1979 after Penny Brohn, a cancer sufferer herself, took an interest in what she felt was a deficit in cancer treatment. Brohn initially worked as a child care officer in Bristol in the late 1960s – so she was another person who will have known what was happening to kids in care – then became a lecturer at Bristol Poly and then trained as an acupuncturist and in Chinese medicine. Penny Brohn was married to David Brohn, a civil engineering lecturer at Bristol Poly. Penny Brohn had no medical or scientific education – and her husband managed to acquire a PhD in engineering without having a first degree in engineering, which can be done but is unusual. Penny pooled her resources with Pat Pilkington and her husband Canon Chris Pilkington who were already running a healing clinic in Bristol and they established the Bristol Cancer Help Centre.

The Brohns and Pilkingtons seemed very successful at drumming up positive PR for their Centre. Penny Brohn’s obituary in the Indie in 1999 stated that a journalist was dispatched to ‘expose the flaws’ in complementary medicine, but was ‘so inspired’ by the Bristol Centre that a six part BBC TV series resulted showcasing the work of the Centre, entitled ‘The Gentle Way’. This led to an ‘overwhelming’ public response and the subsequent recruitment of paid staff and a newly acquired building for the Centre, Grove House, which was formally opened by Prince Charles in 1983. Charles really loved the Bristol Centre and Penny’s obituary tells us that in the wake of the Chilvers Report, Penny ‘took great comfort’ from Charles. In fact articles about Penny and the Bristol Centre read a little like Private Eye’s spoof stories penned by Silvie Krin about Charles  – Penny ‘provided hope and inspiration to cancer sufferers the world over’. Sadly for Penny, after the Chilvers Report row, her ‘personal healing journey’ involved her cancer returning with a vengeance and after conventional surgery she retired to Crete and ‘spent several blissful years renovating a mountainside cottage under the comforting rays of the Greek sunshine’.

There seems to be much regarding the establishment and initial success of the Bristol Centre that has gone unmentioned. It is not an easy thing to persuade the BBC to give one one’s own TV series to publicise one’s healing centre before it has even has its own building or paid staff. It doesn’t matter how inspirational one is or how much energy or passion or commitment one has, the BBC don’t usually turn up on one’s doorstep offering one a six part free advert. Penny or one of her mates will have known someone at the BBC.

As for The Gentle Way, there was nothing gentle about the way in which Prince Charles’s Private Secretary Sir Michael Peat pressurised Exeter University to destroy Professor Edzard Ernst’s career and dept after Edzard refused to collude with lies regarding the effectiveness or otherwise of various complementary/alternative therapies (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’). As Prince Charles would have said had he not been behind it, ‘it really was appalling’.

Penny’s close friend Chris Pilkington was a member of the Pilkington Glass dynasty and for many years was Rector of the City Parish of St Stephen’s in Bristol.

Readers of this blog who follow my comments section might remember that recently someone posted a you tube link in a comment which referred to the alleged involvement of a former Chairman of Pilkington Glass in child abuse. I had never heard this allegation before and have seen no evidence at all to support it. Pilkington Glass was based at St Helen’s on Merseyside and for many years was the biggest employer in the town. Sir Alastair Pilkington was Chairman of Pilkington, 1973-80 and Sir Antony Pilkington – a distant cousin of Sir Alastair – was Chairman, 1980-95. Sir Antony’s uncle, Sir Richard Pilkington, was Tory MP for Widnes, 1935-45 and then Poole, 1951-64. Sir Richard was born on Merseyside and his father Arthur Pilkington was Chairman of Pilkington.

Sir Antony told an interviewe in 1990 that he wanted Pilkington’s to be ‘a good company in the best sense’, ‘not just a money machine’. His concern was reciprocated in much local support for Pilkington’s when it became the target in 1986 of a hostile takeover bid by BTR, an industrial conglomerate known for its ruthless approach to cost-cutting.

In response to the industrial recession of the early 1980s, Pilkington’s had reduced its workforce from 11,500 to 6,700. But they did so on generous terms and much effort – through the pioneering community of St Helen’s Trust, of which Antony Pilkington was founder Chairman in 1978 – to create small-business opportunities for those made redundant.

BTR was rumoured to have abruptly sacked many workers at Dunlop – one of its recent acquisitions – in the week before Christmas. Politicians and local Councillors joined the Pilkington’s workforce in rallying to the Pilkington Board’s support and after a nine week battle BTR was forced to withdraw.

Antony Pilkington was a very effective moderniser. He reformed Pilkington’s hierarchical management structure, reduced the size of its Board and placed new emphasis on salesmanship.

An attempt to diversify into spectacle and contact lenses through the takeover in 1987 of the American firm Visioncare was problematic, but Antony Pilkington continued to search for ways to reshape the group in response to market conditions. In 1992 – once again faced with a sharp recessionary fall in demand for glass – he was forced into another round of cost-cutting at St Helen’s and a rationalisation of its operations in Europe. Recovery was slow, but Pilkington’s remained a world leader in glass technology.

Antony Pilkington was also a Director of GKN, National Westminster Bank and ICI. He was a Governor of Liverpool John Moores University, a member of the Court of Manchester University, a Deputy Lieutenant for Merseyside and High Sheriff of Cheshire in 1996-97.

So Sir Antony was in the midst of many of those previously named on this blog as being involved with or concealing the paedophile ring in north Wales and the north west of England. He was Chairing a company facing serious difficulties on Merseyside in the 1980s. Sir Antony had the disastrous effects of Thatcher’s policies on Merseyside – and then the aftermath – to contend with and he was at the centre of the Liverpool branch of the empire of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles’ friends. He was a Governor of Liverpool John Moores – another Governor was John Hamilton, a very close friend of the paedophiles indeed. Cherie Booth was Chancellor of Liverpool John Moores. Then there was Eric Heffer, Derek Hatton and others on Sir Antony’s doorstep. The whole lot of them were at each others throats and concealing the serious criminality of Dafydd and co (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

Sir Antony would have been in a very difficult position indeed.

A senior manager who spent many years with Pilkington’s optronics subsidiary in north Wales, Pilkington PE – which later became Thales Optics Ltd and was then divested from Thales in 2005 as Qioptiq Ltd – knew a great deal about serious organised crime and the abuse of children in north Wales. That is Trevor Jones, the Chancellor of Glyndwr University. Trevor Jones has alighted at every notorious stop during his journey as a paedophiles’ friend – including membership of Clwyd Health Authority whilst Dafydd illegally imprisoned the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon there. For full details of Trevor and his criminal associates, see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’)

 

After the Chilvers Report was published the Bristol Centre received such bad publicity that it lost huge quantities of funding and nearly closed.

The work which resulted in the Chilvers Report was funded by the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and the Cancer Research Campaign. I had worked for the CRC by 1990 and had witnessed exactly how much fraud there was in cancer research, but I was also acutely aware that some of the claims of people providing ‘complementary’ or ‘alternative’ treatments were just as dishonest and misleading. What I desperately wanted was good science carried out by honest people – sadly there was and still is not much of that about.

Following the publication of the article by Chilvers et al, a group of patients and supporters of the Bristol Centre expressed disbelief regarding the results claimed by Chilvers et al and a review of the work was undertaken.

Then came the bombshell. Some major fundamental errors in terms of sampling and analysis had been made by Chilvers et al. Their conclusions were invalid because – as well as for a number of other reasons – the group of patients receiving treatment at Bristol whose progress was compared with those receiving treatment at the Royal Marsden all had cancers at a far more advanced stage and that was the most likely reason why the Bristol patients died so much more quickly than the Royal Marsden patients. Nothing to do with the lethal consequences of The Gentle Way. It was confirmed that where the outcomes of the Bristol patients were concerned, ‘reports of death were greatly exaggerated’.

Chilvers et al fessed up that they had got this badly wrong and Sir Walter Bodmer, the Director General of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund, issued an apology and published a near total retraction.

Now Walter Bodmer is worth taking a closer look at. Walter’s wiki entry describes him as a ‘German-born British human geneticist’. Walter’s web page on the Oxford University site tells us that ‘In 1996, Sir Walter Bodmer assumed his current position at the Weatherall Institute of Molecular Medicine as Head of the Cancer and Immunogenetics laboratory and more recently within the Department of Oncology.  After obtaining a PhD in Genetics from Cambridge University, he moved to Stanford University in California where he rose to the position of Professor. In 1970, he returned to the UK as the first Professor of Genetics at Oxford University. He subsequently became the Director of Research, and finally the Director General, of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund in London. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society and was knighted in 1986.’

Walter’s wiki states that Walter studied the Mathematical Tripos as a student of Clare College, Cambridge and was awarded his PhD in 1959 from Cambridge for research on population genetics in the house mouse and Primula vulgaris (primrose). So Walter began life as a population geneticist – so he will probably have known Prof Greig-Smith, the Cambridge-educated quantitative ecologist who dominated the School of Plant Biology at Bangor University for many years whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends ran Bangor University. Prof Greig-Smith was a colleague of Dr Chris Wood, the wife of the corrupt GP Dr DGE Wood who was playing a key role in facilitating the sex abuse ring. If Walter didn’t personally know Greig-Smith, he will definitely have known people in Greig-Smith’s circle. Greig-Smith was a colleague of Cambridge botanist Edred Henry Corner, who was the uncle of Douglas Hurd. Hurd was Home Secretary, 1985-89, whilst the Home Office ignored and concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles and framed victims and witnesses for serious crimes if they made complaint. For further details of this sordid network and their skulduggery, see post ‘Additional Security Measures’.

After I wrote ‘Additional Security Measures’ Brown observed ‘a whole load of posh people who weren’t very bright and didn’t work too hard all getting jobs for their mates’. That’s just about the sum of it and it wasn’t only happening among natural scientists at Cambridge and Bangor Universities.

In 1985 Walter Chaired the Royal Society Committee which resulted in The Bodmer Report, credited with starting the movement for the public understanding of science. If the public really understood science, Walter would be out of a job and no-one would be running a marathon dressed in a pink bra to raise money for cancer research.  

Bodmer was one of the first to suggest the idea of the Human Genome Project. He was the Director of Research (1979–1991) and then Director General (1991–1996) of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund. So Walter was Director of Research whilst the deeply flawed comparative study involving the Bristol patients was carried out. Looks like that ball was firmly in Walter’s court.

Not that it held Walter back. He was Chancellor of the University of Salford, 1995-2005 and Principal of Hertford College, Oxford, 1996-05.

Whilst Walter was Chancellor of Salford, that institution hosted a rather troubled social work dept. Walter was succeeded as Chancellor of Salford by Sir Martin Harris, upon whose watch a Professor of Social Work Research was appointed, whose incompetence and dishonesty would have made Water proud. I and two colleagues at Bangor encountered the fuckwittery of this man over a period of months and at first we wondered if he was having some sort of breakdown in the light of his chaos, crazy e mails and outright lies. Then a colleague of mine met someone from Salford University who told him that an utterly mad Professor of Social Work had been appointed because Salford wanted to pretend that it was hot stuff in the research arena, but this Professor knew nothing about research, lied through his teeth to everyone about his experience and pompoused around the university in an expensive suit smarming to visitors. It all caused much resentment at Salford.

Martin Harris was born in Ruabon – at the heart of the north Wales paedophile gang.  Harris’s father William Harris was appointed City Librarian of Plymouth – so he’ll have known Michael Foot’s family who were lawyers in Plymouth and undoubtedly knew Michael Foot, Labour MP for Plymouth Sutton, 1945-52 and later leader of the Labour Party who spent years concealing sexual abuse in politics and other high places (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’).  Martin Harris will have also known the MP for Plymouth Devonport, 1966-92 – Dr Death! Dr Death knew some of the Top Doctors who were involved in criminal activities in Wales (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Martin Harris was educated at Devonport High School for Boys, Queen’s College, Cambridge and at SOAS (School of Oriental and African Studies).  He began his academic career at the University of Leicester in 1967 – where a great many people were concealing the paedophile gang of which Greville Janner and Frank Beck were part of (see post ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’).  Harris spent 15 years at the University of Salford as a Senior Lecturer, Professor of Linguistics, Dean and later, Pro-Vice-Chancellor. From 1984 to 1987 he was a member of the UGC (University Grants Committee). In 1984 the UGC and its hatchet man Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer imposed such a severe grant cut on Salford that the University very nearly didn’t survive. So Harris gave his own institution a real kicking.

As a member of the UGC, Martin Harris will have known how Alwyn Roberts, a PVC at UCNW (Bangor University) persuaded the UGC and Swinnerton-Dyer not to close Bangor down, which was what Swinnerton-Dyer planned to do. The negotiating had a great deal to do with so many staff at Bangor being involved with, concealing or at least knowing about the paedophile ring in north Wales of which a member was Sir Peter Morrison, Thatcher’s aide and friend. Morrison’s sister was Lady-in-Waiting to HM Lilibet – at the time Prince Charles was Chancellor of the University of Wales (until relatively recently, Bangor and most of the other Welsh colleges were constituent members of the University of Wales).

Harris’s first appointment as Vice-Chancellor was at the University of Essex in 1987. He was VC of the Victoria University of Manchester from 1992 until its dissolution and reformation as the University of Manchester in 2004. So Harris knew about Dafydd’s mates at Manchester who really pushed the boat out to conceal the paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire as well as the havoc that they caused in the mental health services in Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’).

Martin Harris was a member of the CHI (Commission for Health Improvement) whilst it gave a glowing review of the mental health services in north west Wales at a time when so many patients committed suicide that it showed up as a statistical outlier and when a number of patients were framed for criminal offences after complaining about staff violence. At least two members of staff met the CHI and told them in no uncertain terms that the Hergest Unit was very troubled and unsafe for patients, but that glowing inspection report from Harris et al arrived a few weeks later nonetheless (see post ‘Discussions On The Minibus – And A Revealing Letter’).

Martin Harris’s appointments since retirement from the University of Manchester include that of Deputy Chairman of the North West Development Agency, 2002-2008 and Director of Fair Access at OFFA, 2004-2012. Harris was President of Clare Hall, Cambridge, 2008-13.

Martin will be awaiting his peerage at the moment.

 

To return to Walter. In 2005, Bodmer was appointed to lead a £2.3 million project by the Wellcome Trust at Oxford University to examine the genetic makeup of the UK , the People of the British Isles project.

The research interests of the Cancer and Immunogenetics Laboratory at Oxford of which Walter is currently head include the fundamental genetics and biology of colorectal cancer. So if older readers are wondering why cancer testing kits are arriving unsolicited through their letter boxes with a letter demanding that they send a sample of their turds by return of post, blame Walter. That cancer screening initiative – as with the PSA test for prostate cancer – has a high rate of false positives.

Walter has quite a fitting name for someone involved in cancer screening cons. I remember a 1970s TV sitcom in which most of the humour centred around an elderly man called Walter of whom people constantly enquired ‘have you been Walter?’, the implication being that Walter need to pee on quite a regular basis. Because of course he suffered from benign prostatic hypertrophy – as do nearly all older men – so needed to go for a widdle fairly frequently. As I bet does Walter Bodmer and I very much doubt that Bodmer will have his own prostate removed on the basis of a PSA test result, because he will have heard about the concerns over the accuracy of that test.

The deeply flawed study concerning the clinical outcomes of the Bristol patients began in 1985. Walter was given his knighthood in 1986.

Walter’s wife Lady Julia Bodmer was a Distinguished Geneticist as well, although she didn’t have a science degree. What she did have was a husband.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows Online’ tells us that Lady Julia ‘played an important role in discovering and defining the human leukocyte antigen (HLA) system, the system of inherited differences which accounts for graft rejection and for susceptibility to autoimmune diseases’. Lady Julia was born Julia Pilkington (whether she was any relation of the Pilkington’s mentioned above I do not know) but the Royal College reminds us that at school she was Head Prefect. Julia then went to Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford, PPE – just like David Cameron and so many other politicians! Immediately after graduating, Julia tied the knot with Walter. She followed him to Cambridge and worked as an assistant economist.

Julia moved to Stanford University with Walter and began her family. She began working with Walter on tissue typing. In her first projects, she identified two new tissue types and laid the basis of the first two genes of the HLA system. She went on to find many new types and analyse their distribution in populations. David Cameron never did that with his PPE degree, but then he wasn’t married to Walter.

In 1970, Julia moved back to Oxford, to the new genetics laboratory – guess who had just been appointed Professor of Genetics there? This enabled the genius which was Julia to expand her work to include associations between HLA types and disease. She highlighted the association between HLA type and juvenile rheumatoid arthritis and ankylosing spondylitis, helping to establish the immunological basis of these diseases.

In 1979, Julia transferred to the Imperial Cancer Research Fund in London – when her husband was appointed Research Director there. She extended her work to include analyses of Hodgkin’s disease, Burkitt’s lymphoma and testicular cancer. Through her analysis and collection of families with a history of testicular cancer, she was able to identify the first testicular cancer susceptibility gene.

When Walter became Principal of Hertford College, Julia moved back to Oxford to establish – with Walter – a new laboratory, working on genetic variation in human populations.

Julia helped found the European Federation for Immunogenetics and was President in 1999. She was an honorary Fellow of Hertford College and a fellow of the Academy of Medical Sciences. She was awarded a DSc by Oxford University. Well as Julia still didn’t have a science degree, it must have been getting a bit embarrassing and the postdocs were probably fuming at the way in which Walter’s missus was parachuted into senior positions whenever he bagged a new job, so Oxford gave her a science degree to tidy it up.

Walter and Helen had three children – Mark, Helen and Charles.

A Dr Mark Bodmer is Chief Scientific Officer and President of R&D at Evelo Biosciences, Inc.

A Dr Helen Bodmer is featured on the Cambridge University Centre for Science and Policy website and is described as being ‘Head, MRC and Health Research Team, Research Funding Unit, Department for Business Innovation & Skills’. The website tells us that ‘Helen’s role as Head of the MRC and Health Research Team includes being the Departmental lead for policy on academic medical research and matters relating to the Medical Research Council (MRC) and the Office for Strategic Coordination of Health Research with high level strategic overview of publicly funded medical research in the UK. She also has responsibility for sponsorship and performance management of the MRC. She works closely with colleagues in her unit which covers all areas of scientific research as well as with the Office for Life Sciences in BIS and other Government Departments, especially the Department of Health and the Home Office. In addition to this she is the UK Delegate for the IDEAS programme (FP7) for the European Research Council.’

So Helen decides who’s going to get the dosh. Now I wonder what Helen might prioritise?

Helen’s background is as an immunologist and rheumatologist and she spent four and a half years as an Inspector in the Home Office Animals (Scientific Procedures) Inspectorate. So Helen inherited Walter and Julia’s tendency to be an immunologist – Walter could no doubt draw us a nice diagram explaining the transmission of the gene responsible or indeed build us a model of the DNA involved and can no doubt also trace the trait back to the time when the Bodmers were nitrogen in the atmosphere before they had actually evolved into scientific giants. Helen was also one of those responsible for allowing questionable animal research to continue without letting the general public know what was being permitted.

A Dr Charles Bodmer is an endocrinologist at Colchester General Hospital. He has some rave online reviews from his patients who compliment him on listening to them, having a sense of humour and also supporting them in their decisions to try alternative therapies. So if he is Walter’s son, he’s obviously learnt something from his father’s mistakes. Dr Charles Bodmer has an interest in diabetes. Perhaps he could do something about all the scaremongering over the allegations that fat bastards with diabetes have brought the NHS to its knees, because he will know that it is more complicated than that.

 

The ensuing row after Walter Bodmer’s apology re the Bristol study was enormous. The Bristol Cancer Help Centre and their supporters declared that this was all a dirty tricks attack from the Top Doctors – it might have been, I wouldn’t have put it past them, but it might just have been more shite, sloppy, dishonest research of the sort that I had witnessed so often. At the time there was a huge war taking place between alternative practitioners and Top Doctors and lies and misinformation were being spread by both sides. Patients’ interests were completely lost in the face of all this and they were left confused and in a very vulnerable position.

The supporters of alternative therapy at the time particularly hated Professor Michael Baum, because he made comments about people who use alternative therapy being middle aged female Guardian readers in ethnic weave clothes. Baum should have acknowledged that the reason why so many people were consulting alternative therapists was because they were having such bad experiences with Top Doctors. However Baum did write an interesting article not so long ago about the obsession with prostate screening and what a waste of time it all is, which culminated in the words ‘keep your fingers out of my anus’. I feel very much the same way myself – indeed it was my resistance to the groping suggestions of the sex traffickers of north Wales which brought the venom of the Top Doctors down upon my head for the next 35 years – but Michael Baum theorised that the obsession with other people’s prostates was an attempt to ‘turn men into women’. I think it is more complex than that – it is certainly an attempt to render men as docile and as obedient as many women have been rendered as they are terrified by horror stories of the many cancers from which they will suffer if they do not Get Screened, but it is also part of growing state authoritarianism in the style of Foucault’s ‘Birth of the Clinic’, ‘Discipline and Punish’ etc. It is of course substantially fuelled by the great Top Doctors’ medical research con.  Michael Baum knows as well as I do that bad practice and research fraud have been endemic in medicine for many years and have never been tackled.

Following the confessions that the Chilvers Report was deeply flawed, in Nov 1990 one of the co-authors of the Chilvers paper – Prof Tim McElwain – was found dead. It was assumed that he had committed suicide. Everyone sobered up and it finally dawned on the world exactly how very nasty all this was. Tim McElwain trained at Barts, then worked at Hammersmith Hospital and Great Ormond Street. He became a Consultant at the Royal Marsden in 1972 and was appointed CRC Professor of Medical Oncology at the Royal Marsden and Institute of Cancer Research in 1983. Tim McElwain will have known that research fraud in medicine was extensive.

I was still working in biomedical research when all this happened and I can remember it well, but when I was searching the internet earlier for some of the crucial details about the matter, I notice that certain things seem to have disappeared. I can’t find details of the circumstances under which Prof Tim McElwain died – although ‘pressure of work’ was blamed – so I can’t even do what I usually do and try and work out if there was anything suspicious about his death. Tim McElwain wasn’t the leading author of the paper but he was described as being ‘the most outspoken’ – I have no idea why he felt so bad about it all that he ended up killing himself. Although the Chilvers article was absolutely panned, patients of the Bristol Centre were subsequently very critical of the Bristol Centre as well. In 1993 one angry patient spoke to the Indie claiming that the Bristol Centre had made claims that they could not substantiate and had abandoned patients.

Who could ever tell what had happened behind the scenes.

I also cannot find the original paper by Chilvers et al – I don’t have access to a university library at the moment, so I haven’t been able to search very extensively – but I suspect that like the paper which resulted from the research fraud perpetrated by my old bosses Malcolm Pearce and Geoffrey Chamberlain at St George’s Hospital Medical School (see posts ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), The Lancet has ensured that the testament to the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors can no longer be accessed. After all, the show must go on – there are celebs queuing up to appear on TV telling us that they have cancer and how they wished that they had consulted the Top Doctors and Got Tested, there are highly paid CEOs of cancer research charities and all those fundraisers whose bread and butter (or rather truffles and lobster) is dependent upon anxious people being convinced that they’re about to drop dead if they don’t Get Tested and then there are the thousands of women who need to be encouraged to participate in fun runs whilst wearing pink bras to raise money for the often fraudulent research upon which some Top Doctors have built their reputation. Furthermore where would the nation’s politicians be if they could not take part in photocalls with Top Doctors whilst wearing coloured ribbons and Pledging Their Support? It detracts attention from the abuse of the Parliamentary expenses system, the round the clock troughing and the lucrative company directorships.

The Chilvers affair did not bring an end to the merry-go-round – not only did the Pearce-Chamberlain scandal occur three years later, but Mark Williams and his Mindfulness scam (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’) conquered the world and the people whom I knew thirty years ago who were behaving appallingly started landing knighthoods and peerages for their ‘pioneering work’. Photos of their grinning mugs litter the websites of the charities asking people on modest incomes who have no idea of the scale of the con to hand over dosh.

 

Clair Chilvers, the leader of the team which carried out the flawed research and who was the lead author of the article didn’t seem to suffer many negative consequences at all.

At the time of the research, Chilvers was Professor of Epidemiology working in cancer research at the Queen’s Medical Centre, University of Nottingham. So Clair was was one of those people who worked in the building just over the footbridge from the international disgrace which was Robert Baldwin’s Cancer Research Campaign Laboratories. Clair will have definitely heard about Baldwin’s chamber of horrors (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), Queen’s Medical Centre knew about Baldwin.

So what did Clair do after the shit hit the fan and Tim was found dead? She went to work for the Department of Health of course. Clair was subsequently Chair of Nottinghamshire Healthcare NHS Trust and Gloucestershire Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust.

Clair is now Chair of the charity that she founded in 2008 – Mental Health Research UK! A nice photo of Clair can be found on the MIRCYL (Mental Illness Research In Children And Young Lives) website explaining that her organisation ‘has made grants for PhDs to a number of different universities in the UK. Her research background is in breast cancer research and so she is very well versed in best practice when commissioning new research’.

Clair is fighting stigma and is committed to achieving equality.

Er – OK. Clair – lest you have forgotten, a member of your research team died as a result of a huge scandal of which you were the key mover and shaker. Do you think that the world of mental health research actually needs you? Or has it got you because cancer research wouldn’t have you back?

Others involved with Mental Health Research UK include: Lord David Neuberger, former President of the Supreme Court – David is well connected with the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’); Professor Nick Rawlins, Pro-Vice-Chancellor, University of Oxford and Professorial Fellow of Wolfson College. Rawlins is Professor of Behavioural Neuroscience and has worked on schizophrenia. He became Associate Head of Oxford’s Medical Sciences Division in 2008.  Rawlins is responsible for leading the development of the University’s external fundraising strategy. His most cited paper is ‘Place navigation impaired in rats with hippocampal lesions’, published in Nature in 1982.  That’ll knock ’em dead  when it comes to fighting stigma. Chilvers’ co-founder of Mental Health Research UK was the late John Grace QC. Early in his career, Grace defended a group of Hell’s Angels in a ‘turf war’ involving shotguns and pick-axes. Later on he specialised in medical negligence and healthcare law. Did John Grace represent patients who had been harmed? No. Grace represented Top Doctors who were facing disciplinary action and Health Authorities in some of the UK’s highest profile cases in which patients had died or been harmed or who had murdered other people when severely mentally ill and not in receipt of the care that they needed.

John Grace was involved in the case of Christopher Clunis, the mentally ill man who in 1992 killed a complete stranger on Finsbury Park tube station. It transpired that Clunis was extremely ill, had been for a long while, was known to the mental health services in north London and had been scandalously neglected. The Health Authority involved was Camden and Islington Health Authority. Tessa Jowell, Frank Dobson and Jeremy Corbyn have all been involved with the social services and health authorities in Camden and Islington. Any of you like to comment?

John Grace QC was bitten on the bum by the Top Doctors in the same way that Tessa has been – he developed a brain tumour with a poor prognosis. All those years of research fraud and lying to the patients about the excellence of care does have consequences…

Clair Chilvers is also a Trustee of the Barnwood Trust, whose ‘vision is to create the best possible environment in Gloucestershire for disabled people and people with mental health problems to make the most of their lives’. In addition, Clair is a Director of the Churchill Lodge Management Company – and the dear old McPin Foundation. The McPin Foundation is committed to service user led research – except when I and another service user with a PhD and postdoc experience applied for jobs with them they explained that the roles for service users were only very junior and they couldn’t possibly give Real Academics like us jobs with McPin. Probably because we’d have seen straight through Clair Chilvers and might even have known who she was…

The Chilvers Report scandal of course was discussed in the Commons. The aftermath was still rumbling on five years after Chilvers et al had published their paper. Hansard, June 14 1995, records Jean Corston, the Labour MP for Bristol East, becoming very irate.

Corston was uncritically supportive of the Bristol Centre, as were many other MPs. I note that Corston praised the Centre for using massage – whereas nearly everything that the Bristol Centre was doing was benign (although some patients had ended up with malnutrition after taking the dietary advice to extremes), it is now accepted that massaging patients with cancer is most definitely not a good idea because it encourages metastases. Corston reminded the House that in 1985, an agreement was reached that the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and Cancer Research Campaign would finance two research projects on breast cancer, to be conducted under the auspices of the Institute of Cancer Research. The project was set up under the directorship of Clair Chilvers. After two years of a five-year study, the interim findings claimed that the Bristol patients were faring very badly and it was these findings which caused the rumpus.

Corston told the House that a number of people questioned the findings including Professor Karol Sikora ‘a well-respected and internationally renowned oncologist’. Sikora worked at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School and was there when I was a postgrad there in 1987. He was every bit as unpleasant and dishonest as the rest of them there and was very unpopular. Sikora later fell out with everyone in a major way and latterly Imperial College – the institution with which Hammersmith/RPMS merged – made a point of stressing that Sikora was nothing to do with them when he continued to use the title Professor. Sikora has spent the last few years arguing for the dismantling of the NHS. He is a very rich man who wishes to become even richer and he has big interests in private medicine. Sikora established a group with an enlightening sounding name – Doctors for Reform – but this is a group which has been lobbying hard for the abolition of the NHS.

Corston mentioned the BBC Taking Liberties programme which was screened not long before she spoke in the Commons, which was sympathetic to the Bristol Centre. Corston was critical of Michael Baum and Gordon McVie (of the Cancer Research Campaign) who continued to repeat the allegations that the Bristol patients fared worse than the Royal Marsden patients.

Gordon McVie was the man who spent time with the dying George Carman QC and persuaded Carman to leave a legacy to the CRC. Carman was a violent, totally corrupt barrister who was close friends with crooked police officers and gangsters. He was retained by Jimmy Savile, he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and its link to north Wales and he defended serious offenders whom he knew to be guilty. A lot of Top Doctors cultivated Carman’s company as did many politicians and media figures (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘ No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’).

Corston called for a review of the data from the Chilvers’ trial by a body such as the GMC. The GMC knew just how widespread medical research was and they’d spent years concealing the serious criminal activities of Dafydd and the paedophiles, so what joy Corston thought that she’d get out of the GMC I don’t know. Furthermore in June 1995 the GMC struck Malcolm Pearce off for his part in the St George’s research fraud, but they took no action against Geoffrey Chamberlain who was very much part of it and whose name was on the paper publishing the account of an operation which had never taken place. Malcom Pearce was struck off days before Corston made these comments in the House – she will have been aware of the case, it received widespread publicity (see posts ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ and ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’).

Corston mentioned Professor Peter Garland, Chief Executive of the Institute of Cancer Research. Garland was Chief Exec, 1989-99. Garland presided over the Institute when some of the people whom I worked with on a CRC project at the University of Surrey were working at the Institute. I never witnessed them taking part in research fraud, but they admitted to me that the knew that Robert Baldwin at Nottingham was not doing what he claimed to be doing – and I recently discovered that data from work carried out by me whilst I was at Surrey was given to Professor Nicola Curtin at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School without my knowledge or consent and Curtin subsequently published it under her name (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’). Nicola Curtin was not one of the collaborators on the project at Surrey and I had never even heard of her until a couple of weeks ago when I found a 1989 paper with my name on it – and Curtin’s.

When Peter Garland retired, the Chairman of the Institute for Cancer Research gave him a warm send-off praising his enormous achievements and the expansion of the Institute under his leadership. Who was that Chairman? None other than Dame Stella Rimington, Director General of MI5, 1992-96.

The Dame was particularly impressed by Garland because it was under him that the Institute for Cancer Research identified the breast cancer gene BRCA2. It is because of that particular discovery that Angelina Jolie decided that a sensible course of action would be to have a double mastectomy and her ovaries removed. She may well have had a few other bits taken out as well. Because Angela was given much publicity for doing this and the media waxed lyrical about her Bravery in the face of Risk, many other women Got Tested, found that they too had the BRCA2 gene and had a great many organs removed lest they developed cancer. It has now been admitted that the chances of people with the BRCA2 gene developing cancer are less than feared and even if they do, the sort of drastic surgery pioneered by Angelina is not necessary.

Stella – the reason why somebody made you Chairman of that Institute is that they will have been very concerned as to what was going on in there. You were supposed to put a stop to it. But then as the security services are known to have concealed organised sexual abuse by Westminster and Whitehall figures and bugged, burgled and harassed the victims and witnesses rather than the criminals involved (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised that the research fraud continued.

Stella studied archive administration at the University of Liverpool in the late 1950s. Which was just about when Dafydd was finishing his medical degree there. Lucille Hughes also studied at Liverpool University in the late 1950s. Perhaps they all spent many happy hours getting pissed together which was why MI5 was so helpful to Dafydd and Lucille when they ran the paedophile and sex trafficking ring.

Stella has since been a non-executive Director of M&S. They still aren’t capable of producing any worthwhile clothes.

 

Corston told the Commons that a group of irate patients from the Bristol Centre took the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and the Cancer Research Campaign to the Charity Commissioners and that the two charities were censured by the Commissioners in January 1994 for inadequate supervision of the research and that the Commissioners recommended guidelines on the responsibilities of charities that fund medical research.

So that’s why Chilvers is now leading a mental health research charity.

Whilst making reference to the Taking Liberties TV programme screened in May 1993, ‘Cancer Wars’, Corston spoke of the ‘barons’ of cancer research and treatment from the medical establishment and how this was a David and Goliath struggle. It wasn’t – it was a punch-up between two Goliaths and the patients were damaged by the battle.

Lady Olga Maitland – a ludicrous figure from a past era, then the Tory MP for Sutton and Cheam – chipped in to defend the cancer research establishment. The Royal Marsden and Institute for Cancer Research were in her constituency, so she wasn’t going to upset them. My post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’ describes how Ann Widdecombe and Olga Maitland obtained covert funding, free labour and support for their insane campaigning group ‘Woman and Families for Defence’ from London University in the 1980s.

A junior Health Minister Tom Sackville also joined in the Commons debate. He didn’t say anything very original or enlightening, but I’m interested in Tom by dint of him being a junior health Minister at this time – June 1995. In June 1995 the world was told that the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and its dungeon had been virtually closed down and was told later that summer that the institution was shut and that the patients had all been transferred elsewhere. We now know that this was not true. Part of that hospital was still open and remained open for some time – but again, no-one has ever been transparent about for how long for and why. Someone e mailed me recently telling me that they had put in an FoI request about this and had received a rather cryptic answer that wasn’t very informative.

We know why that hospital couldn’t be closed down as planned – it was because people were illegally imprisoned out there, some of them had been there for years and questions would be asked if those people materialised. I have explained in previous posts how records at the North Wales Hospital – like the records of the kids in care in north Wales – were unlawfully amended, forged, written after the events that it was alleged they were documenting or simply disappeared. So there will have been people in that institution who perhaps – like the Queen’s cousins who were discovered in a long stay institution in Surrey in the 1980s – had been declared dead. (I have received an e mail from someone who told me that there were actually five children of that generation in the Royal Family who were locked up and written out of history.) There was the dungeon at Denbigh and whoever was still locked up in there. And then there were the bodies that are in the grounds or possibly concealed within the building.

People died out there Sackville and that’s why they couldn’t shut the place down and then had to tell a pack of lies.

Tom Sackville was the Tory MP for Bolton West, 1983-97. His first career was as a merchant banker. Between 1992-95 he was a junior Health Minister and then between 1995-97, a Home Office Minister. So Tom was in the Dept of Health throughout the chaos and the dirty dealing which preceded Dafydd’s retirement (see post ‘The Evolution of a Drugs Baron’) as well as when the public were lied to about the closure of Denbigh. Sackville will also have known about the paedophile ring and drug offences that were facilitated by St George’s Hospital Medical School whilst he was in the DoH (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Sackville’s time in the Home Office will have meant that he was party to information regarding the investigation into the north Wales paedophile ring and events in the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry. Which William Hague only agreed to hold once Sir Peter Morrison was found safely dead in July 1995. Sackville was transferred to the Home Office some time in 1995 after June.

Have you anything to declare Tom?

Tom is the CEO of the International Federation of Health Plans. The International Federation of Health Plans was founded in 1968 by a group of health insurance industry leaders. With 80 member companies in 25 countries, it is the ‘leading global network of the industry’. It states that it’s  aim is to ‘assist in the maintenance of high ethical and professional standards throughout the industry’. Then Tom’s your man!

Tom’s older brother is William Herbrand Sackville, 11th Earl De La Warr. William’s younger son Ed is married to Sophie – they are good mates with Prince William and Kate and their daughter Viola was born pretty much at the same time as Prince George.

I wonder how William and Kate’s mental health campaigning is going?

 

There are two big mental health stories on Guardian Online today. One reports that a Guardian investigation found that 271 ‘highly vulnerable’ patients died between 2012 and 2017 after 706 failings by NHS bodies. Coroners have been so alarmed at the lapses in care that emerged during inquests that they issued legal warnings to 136 NHS bodies, mainly providers of care, between 2012 and 2017. They included mental health trusts, acute hospitals, ambulance services and GP surgeries. From what I can work out, the figures apply to England only. Paul Farmer, the CEO of MIND, has dispensed his pearls of wisdom about every death being a ‘tragedy’. Farmer has led MIND for years whilst they closed their eyes very firmly in the face of patient abuse and harm and before he was CEO of MIND Farmer led Rethink – where he ignored exactly the same problems. I know because I wrote to Farmer whilst he was at Rethink supplying him with details of the serious criminality on the part of the mental health services in north Wales and I did not receive a response. Farmer sat on the Westminster Gov’ts Mental Health Task Force and has recently been met with protests following his involvement with the Westminster Gov’ts plan to coerce people with mental health problems into work that many of them are too unwell to undertake. Farmer is very much part of the problem – and nets a very big salary indeed in return for colluding with this holocaust.

One of the Trusts named and shamed by the Guardian was Camden and Islington – who have been destroying the lives of vulnerable people for decades now. Another one was the Cheshire and Wirral Partnership NHS Foundation Trust. Camden, Islington, Cheshire, Wirral – all the locations of the vicious paedophile gangs in the 1980s and 90s who were operating through the Social Services and mental health services. As in north Wales, a legacy has been left.

The Guardian article goes into some detail regarding the ‘NHS failings’ and attempts to unpick the problem using a breakdown of the ‘reasons why things are going wrong’. It’s simple – many of the staff really do not care if their patients remain alive or not and are dripping with contempt for them anyway. If the Guardian actually reported what was going on instead of using phrases like ‘staff underestimated the risk that patients posed of suicide’ they would admit that scenes in which Top Doctors and other staff snap at suicidal patients ‘well we can’t stop you if that’s what you want to do’ or ‘you’ve felt like this before and never done it’ or have distressed psychotic patients arrested for shouting or swearing are routine in some units. The other old favourite is to make the environment as distressing as possible for voluntary patients and then tell them that if they don’t like it they can leave. What is happening to patients is simply not encapsulated by the sanitised language that is used in these reports – it does not begin to capture the brutality and inhumanity with which patients are often met.

The whole process of mental health care for many years has been diabolical. The diagnoses don’t make sense and are frequently changed at psychiatrists’ convenience anyway and many people find that many of the treatments simply don’t help them. For people in serious distress the care is woefully inadequate. Mental health professionals often simply view their patients as ‘just being like that’, with no understanding that they might have once been very different – it’s called being seriously ill. I have recently been reading about the actress Emily Lloyd who went through years of a very bad time and had the usual spectrum of meaningless diagnoses applied to her – from what I read Emily showed all the signs of someone who had been subjected to the usual years of fuckwittery and had been written off. She’s made a comeback, has had a baby and seems to be having a much better time. I wonder whether she’ll ever look back and actually remember any of the ‘expertise’ as having been in the least bit helpful. After Emily Lloyd starred in ‘Wish You Were Here’, it was predicted that she’d be the next biggest actress on a global level. It wouldn’t actually surprise me if some of those treating her didn’t even know who she was.

The punk singer Poly Styrene really had her life wrecked by mental health professionals whilst she was still young as well. She was diagnosed with schizophrenia, dosed up and whoops, 15 years later they realised that they’d got it wrong…

Jeremy Hunt banged on about record spending, zero suicide rates and parity of esteem. Jeremy, nothing is going to change until staff are employed who actually take an interest in their patients and those who abuse them – or who send whistleblowers death threats – are led out of hospitals in handcuffs and charged with criminal offences. NHS managers who have presided over units where patient after patient after patient has died despite warnings concerning safety failures need to be prosecuted and dismissed as well.

The other mental health article in Guardian Online concerns an incident at St James’s University Hospital in Leeds in which an elderly mentally ill man murdered two other elderly frail patients in 2015. This has only come to light after someone went public on this incident and explained that there had been a major cover-up. Staff at St James’s allege more than 40 incidents of violent and aggressive behaviour on the same ward between April 2014 and March 2015. They included nurses being punched, a patient throwing a table across the room and another slamming a medicine cabinet lid on a staff member’s fingers. Much has been made of the ‘paranoid’ ‘aggressive’ mentally ill patients.

The ward in question seems to be an EMI ward – elderly mentally ill patients can be aggressive and violent, far more so than one might imagine someone of 80 to be. The staff at St James’s are placing much emphasis on patients not being given anti-psychotics as being the cause of some of the incidents – could this possibly be a backlash against the dreadful publicity that there has been recently regarding elderly patients being drugged up to the eye-balls in EMI units? EMI patients can be cared for without coshing them chemically – it just takes a bit more effort and it involves sometimes going along with foibles and seemingly irrational behaviour until the elderly person’s anxiety levels and distress have decreased. Every ‘violent incident’ that I have witnessed with EMI patients has resulted from staff rigidly demanding that a confused elderly person does something NOW when the elderly person is, basically, freaking out. People with much more experience than me have observed exactly the same phenomenon – wards with EMI patients cannot be run for the benefit of the ward staff adhering firmly to ward routine. If you’re caring for someone who has lost a few million neurones, life doesn’t work like that.

As for covering matters up, St James’s has a long and fine tradition of that. For years they allowed one Jimmy Savile free reign and he sexually assaulted child patients as well and, it is alleged, did dreadful things with corpses in the mortuary. None of that was the fault of violent mental health patients who weren’t sufficiently dosed up.

 

The Independent Inquiry Into Child Sexual Abuse continues and the Church of England is under fire from the Chair of the Inquiry, Professor of Social Work Alexis Jay. Alexis has given the Church a grade A bollocking, claiming that it was an ‘enabler of child abuse’ and that nothing could be more oppressive than an institution saying that it had the power of God behind it abusing children. Actually Alexis, I reckon that a whole group of Social Services Depts linked up together run by paedophile gangs declaring people who complained about them insane and illegally imprisoning them in a dungeon in an isolated building in the middle of a range of hills in north Wales must come a pretty close second. Alexis presided over the Orkney Child Abuse Scandal. Children from the Orkneys were removed in dawn raids by social workers and flown to the mainland where they were placed with foster families whom they had never met before. Social workers refused to believe the children when the children explained that they really had not been Satanically abused. Some of the kids were not returned to their homes for years. It was later admitted that ‘mistakes had been made’. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’ for details of the havoc wreaked by Alexis on Orkney.

My post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks…’ featured Tal Michael, son of Alun Michael, the man whom in May 1999 Blair insisted must be Wales’s First Secretary, although no-one but Blair wanted him in the post. Alun Michael resigned as First Secretary as soon as the Waterhouse Report was handed in, having done the job required of him by Blair (see post ‘News From Sicily’). I mentioned how Tal arrived in north Wales without good reason a few years ago, at the time when the paedophiles’ friends were in need of reinforcements. Tal bagged himself a job as the Chief Executive of the North Wales Police Authority, then resigned to stand for election as North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner as soon as it was announced that Police Authorities would be dissolved and replaced with Commissioners. Tal was unsuccessful so consoled himself with trying to get elected as the Labour MP for Ynys Mon. He didn’t pull that off either.

I commented that Tal was no doubt seeking other opportunities in which he could assist the paedophiles and their friends in north Wales. Tal beat me to it – by the time that I wrote that, Tal was in post as Chief Exec of Gwynedd CAB. I only discovered this because Tal has appeared in Daily Post Online in the wake of a cash crisis at the Gwynedd CAB. The CAB in Wales is best known for being a refuge for the paedophiles’ friends – Lucille Hughes, Dafydd’s mistress who was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the social services in north Wales whilst she was Director of Gwynedd Social Services but failing to act, is one of the managers of CAB in Wales. So does Lucille employ Tal or does Tal employ Lucille? The loathed Fran Tate, another paedophiles’ friend, is also involved with the CAB in north west Wales (see posts ‘Disability Support’ and ‘Just A Language Divide?’)

 

Yesterday the ‘Today’ programme broadcast a report on the subject of serious organised crime in prisons – the Gov’t have set up a new unit to deal with this as it is considered such a problem. The Lord Chancellor David Gauke was interviewed but the one thing that was not mentioned by either Gauke or John Humphrys was that the criminal justice system is endemically corrupt which is why this problem has occurred. Gauke and Humphrys discussed matters such as drones flying across walls with goodies for the inmates. A quaint picture of old lags in stripey jumpers stringing the bed sheets together to climb the walls was conjured up. The real problem is corrupt Governors, corrupt prison officers, corrupt Top Doctors providing the medical opinions/care and bodies such as the Parole Board and Criminal Justice Review Commission being packed with corrupt people. Just take a look at how many such people have been named on this blog. The whole system has for years been run by dishonest members of the professional classes and indeed they are positively selected for. If the priority when making such appointments is to identify safe pairs of hands who have followed careers during which they have concealed serious crime if Important People were involved, this will be the result.

David Gauke stated that he wanted prisons to be ‘places of hope’. So that’s why they are bursting at the seams with seriously mentally ill people, people with drug problems, homeless people or indeed anyone who just can’t cope in our rather dysfunctional society. There was one prisoner who did find prison a place of hope though – Vicky Pryce, the Gov’t economist who some five years ago went to prison (but only for a short while) after she, her husband the Lib Dem MP Chris Huhne and their mate barrister and judge Constance Briscoe all lied their arses off on oath. Vicky constructed herself as a female victim of her husband, wrote a prison memoir and returned to her job as a Gov’t economist as soon as she came out, after dispensing a few words of advice about gender factors regarding the prison system. How about a volume on the social class factors then Vicky?

David Gauke is a lawyer who graduated from Chester College of Law in 1995. Where he was at the heart of the rotten to the core Chester and Wales Circuit which had spent years concealing the paedophile ring that operated in the area and whilst David was there was going into overdrive lest anyone announce a public inquiry into the matter.

 

The Westminster Gov’t are going to order food companies to reduce the calorie content of their grub and reduce the size of the portions. No doubt seconds will be outlawed as the next step. It’s really great to watch a load of affluent middle class people lecturing the plebs regarding what they eat.

In Llanberis in north Wales, the old quarry hospital has been turned into a museum. It’s well worth a visit as they used to say on Blue Peter and the records provide an interesting read. There’s a list of the patients in the hospital, what happened to them and what the outcome was – there’s quite a few accounts of ‘quarrymen’ of 14 or 15 yrs old who had accidents where the outcome listed was ‘died’ two or three days later. There is also information on the quarrymen’s diet. The Top Doctor at the quarry hospital used to get very angry that those ignorant buggers lived on a diet of strong stewed tea with much sugar, bread and jam and thin stew with lumps of fat rather than meat in it. It is otherwise known as ‘being very poor’. The present day version is someone on benefits – or of course very badly paid workers on less than full time hours – and with not very good kitchen facilities, trying to keep themselves and a couple of kids going if they live in a place without local shops selling fruit and veg at a good price. Multi-packs of crisps and pizza packs from Iceland start to look like a good option. Those sitting in Westminster will have faced problems as have the rest of the human race, but very few of them have actually had to survive the mum’s gone to Iceland experience to eke out the inadequate benefits for any great length of time.

There has been a bit of progress regarding the lecturing of the lower orders though. The dreadful Jamie Oliver has at least stopped calling women on low incomes ‘stupid cows’ and ‘daft bitches’ because he disapproves of the way in which they feed their kids – I wonder if any of the stupid cows have given their kids names as ridiculous as Jamie n Jules have? Jamie has finally made some sympathetic noises about healthy eating on a low income. The next step Jamie is that when you present a programme about eating on a budget, don’t helpfully recommend meals which need the sort of expensive kitchen equipment that you but hardly anybody else owns to prepare them. If you want street cred, take a leaf out of Jack Munroe’s book and invent some recipes which really can be made by people with very little money. Jack Munroe didn’t flog expensive coffee table books either, she took steps to ensure that many of her recipes could be accessed completely free of charge. Of course Jamie n Jules might not want to do that because it won’t provide them with enough dosh to send Buddy Bear et al to elite private schools.

 

There is much embarrassment over allegations that Bradley Wiggins, hero of Team Sky, might have indulged in a bit of doping when he won his medals. Bradley is robustly denying any wrongdoing, which if it did happen involved the co-operation of a helpful Top Doctor. The manager of Team Sky was Dave Brailsford who became Sir Dave Brailsford as a result of the success of Bradley and others. If Team Sky ends up disgraced, north west Wales is going to have to rename a lot of things – Dave Brailsford comes from Deiniolen near Llanberis and cycle paths, sports halls and all sorts have been named after him since the Team Sky success. Dave Brailsford’s dad was a lecturer at Bangor University during the era when that institution was crawling with paedophiles’ friends. I never heard any such allegations about Dave Brailsford’s dad but I have been told by at least three people that he was very hostile to women in sport – a climber whose ‘banter’ would send Harriet Harman into a 24 hour hissy fit described Brailsford senior as ‘the most sexist man that I have ever met’. When Dave was interviewed on the radio about hostility to women in sport a few months ago, Dave absolutely reassured the listeners that it didn’t exist. You just don’t notice it Dave because  you grew up with it – it was everyday practice for your dad.

 

Finally this blog’s friend Jane Hutt has ensured that Wales has another first. BBC News Wales reported that Wales has erected the UK’s ‘first purple plaque to mark notable women’. The purple plaque has been erected to one of Jane’s friends! The notable woman in question was Val Feld, Labour AM for Swansea East, 1999-01.

Hutt described her mate as ‘a passionate advocate of devolution, equalities and social justice’ and ‘a powerful force for women and minority groups’ and that ‘it is only right that her legacy of integrity, passion and commitment is permanently remembered as a ‘Champion of Equality’ with this plaque on the walls of the Senedd’.

Val was born in Bangor in 1947 and grew up in Caernarfon. Not that woman of the people Val went to school in Caernarfon – Val was the daughter of a dentist who went to boarding school in Malvern. Which by the standards of Caernarfon in the 1950s made Val pretty posh. Just like her mate Jane Hutt.

In 1967, Val started work in London as a production secretary at the BBC World Service and then become a researcher/secretary at ITN and a copywriter at the Radio and Television News Agency. In 1979, Val moved from to Chorley in Lancashire to work as a housing rights worker and then co-ordinator of the Chorley Rights Centre. After the breakdown of her marriage she became ‘increasingly involved in local community and self-help groups’. In Chorley, she was elected to the local council.

At the beginning of the 1980s, Val returned to Wales. In 1981 Val founded Shelter Cymru and was the Director of the EOC (Equal Opportunities Commission) for Wales, 1989-99. She was then elected as an AM.

Here’s the translation:

Val was a privileged woman who came from what was very much an elite in north Wales whilst she was growing up. She had a cushy job in journalism until she decided to Help The Poor. I have absolutely no problem with any of that – what I have a really big problem with is that like those other wimmin who Helped The Poor, Hutt and Julie Morgan, the Champion of Equality that was Val ignored the plight of some truly desperate people – the victims of the sex trafficking gang in north Wales. Of whom some were girls and women, so even if Val decided that male suffering didn’t matter, there was no excuse for her ignoring what Dafydd et al were up to. And she did ignore it – it would not have been possible to have led Shelter Cymru and the EOC in Wales without knowing what was going on. Psych patients in north Wales were dossing in empty buildings and living rough because they had been wilfully abandoned by the ‘services’ – where was Shelter? Did they publish a word about this or raise concerns about it? Everyone knew that it was happening – just as everyone knew that even if the psych patients and former kids in care actually had somewhere to live, the housing was terrible. Neither did the EOC mention a thing about the serious criminal activities in north Wales which led to such iniquity.

After achieving nothing but a comfortable life for herself, in 1999 Val did what many members of this cadre did – she bagged herself a seat in the newly created Welsh Assembly. Just in time for the publication of the Waterhouse Report – about which none of them asked ANY searching questions. They sat in the Bay of Plenty in the full knowledge that numerous people – including some of their friends and colleagues – had facilitated that paedophile gang.

In Val’s obituaries much was made of her challenging macho attitudes in Wales and how she was such a freedom fighter that she became seriously fed up with the ‘bastion of male chauvinism’ which was the Cardiff and County Club – a men only establishment where, it is widely believed, the great and the good from the media, business, academia and politics get together to discuss matters mutually advantageous. So Val ‘was instrumental in establishing a coalition of women’s organisations to interface with the Assembly’.

I am sure that the Cardiff and County Club does contain some dreadful old farts – but I know for a fact that the wimmins organisations that Val was involved with are just as excluding as the Cardiff and County Club. They are a female version of the Cardiff and County Club – a bunch of well connected privileged women who only let their mates join and then pull strings in the Assembly to ensure that matters go their way. I knew women who tried to get involved with Val and Jane’s wimmins organisations, as well as some of the ‘minority ethnic organisations’ with which Val was involved. They walked away in despair – everybody had the same experience of being told what to do or frozen out by Hutt and her clique. People who didn’t run away screaming were simply oppressed and explained that they couldn’t disagree because if they did ‘their funding’ would dry up.

Wales has had decades of Hutt and the gang log jamming every organisation and every committee concerned with wimmin, minorities and people generally having a hard time. Those people continue to have a hard time. Whilst Jane and the revolutionaries who were the daughters of the affluent middle classes of post-war Britain continue to dine at the trough.

You are a total embarrassment Hutt – and thanks to you someone who ignored a vicious paedophile gang who killed their victims is now honoured on the wall of the Senedd. What an insult to the dead and of course to the AMs who are not paedophiles’ friends.

Jane’s wimmins organisations keep wondering why young women don’t join them. I have witnessed them do this at various events at which I was present. Unusually for me, I didn’t bother to comment – some mountains are just far too big to climb. It was summed up by the comments of another woman whom I met who like so many had had the Jane Hutt/Julie Morgan/Breched Piette/Meri Huws experience – she pissed herself laughing at her memories of ‘the dinosaurs’. Paleontologists famously assumed that the Brontosaurus was very slow to react because of the structure of their nervous system – it was speculated that if they felt pain in one part of their body, it took a dangerously long while for the nerve signal to be transmitted, which is why the Brontosaurus had two brain-like structures. But Jane does not have the two brains – she just has the ultra-slow transmission system…

I’m wondering why Val Feld’s plaque is purple. Is it because this is considered to be a women’s suffrage colour? The thing that most people know about purple is that it’s a bishop’s colour. There is an impressive bishop in Wales – the new Bishop of St David’s. She’s doing a PhD in particle physics in her spare time because she likes that sort of thing. When she was ordained she was met with a group of people protesting about the fact that she is female. I don’t remember Hutt saying a word.

 

 

Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife

For the last few days the Daily Mail and Mail Online have been raging about Max Mosley. They have printed acres about this shocking man and yesterday their headline screamed that even the Labour Party was no longer going to accept the filthy lucre of this pariah. Scoops from Mail Online include footage of that ‘car crash interview’, in which Max calmly and reasonably defended himself and a photo of the ‘violent thug’ which was Max as a young man – that’s a photo of  a youthful Max standing next to his mates having a fag. No evidence of any violence, just a young man smoking a fag.

The Mail are denouncing Max because of his role in what the Mail claims was a Nazi themed S&M orgy and are accusing him of having perjured himself. What is really bothering the Mail – and most other newspapers – is that Max is putting up one hell of a battle for effective press regulation. Max is an admirably robust man and because he also has a great deal of money, he represents a very real threat to the UK’s press – which has destroyed many people’s lives yet ignored very serious wrongdoing on the part of other people. British press – I probably don’t have much in common with Max, but I really admire him for taking you on. Do you think that you might have brought the demands that someone somewhere somehow reigns you in upon yourselves?

Max’s orgy of course only hit the headlines because an undercover journo joined in, filmed it and then gave the recording to the press. Max’s S&M party involved him and a number of prostitutes – except that one of them was actually a journo who was  only there to sting Max. Max is a consenting adult as was everyone at the orgy. No-one has produced any evidence that suggested that any of the prostitutes were coerced or trafficked. One of them was a PhD student who cheerfully and publicly defended Max. When Max refused to melt away, the only real problem that anyone was able to conjure up was that Max’s wife didn’t know about the orgy. That is a matter for Max’s wife to deal with, not the press.

There was of course a high profile press baron who had a great deal of sex with people to whom he was not married – Lord Rothermere, who owned the Daily Mail. Lord Rothermere was married to Patricia aka Bubbles, who in Aug 1992 died at her villa in Nice ‘from a heart attack after an overdose of sleeping pills’. Not only was Bubbles only 59, but Bubbles managed to gain possession of literally thousands and thousands of tablets, quite legally, which were found in her room after she died. These had been prescribed by Top Doctors – Bubbles had quite a few Top Doctors on tap, in Nice, in London and elsewhere as well. Bubbles’s inquest was performed by Dr Paul Knapman, an alumnus of St George’s Hospital Medical School, who for years was wheeled out to provide an innocuous explanation for suspicious deaths of high profile people. As ever, Knapman asked no questions about obviously worrying aspects to Bubbles’s death. The only Top Doctor of Bubbles’s who was named in the press who had been so liberal with the prescription pad was Douglas Rossdale, whose son is a celeb but not one known to someone of my vintage.

Bubbles died in Aug 1992. Five months after five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb – a few more were found dead in the following months (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs). If I was someone who cared about Bubbles, I would have asked a lot of questions about her demise.

The press claimed that Max’s orgy was ‘Nazi-themed’. This really pissed Max off, because Max is the son of Oswald Mosley who was of course the leader of the British Union of Fascists and Oswald did support Hitler. Max’s mum was Diana, originally Diana Guinness, then Diana Mitford. Oswald and Diana were interned in Holloway in 1940 but in 1943 were released by Home Secretary Herbert Morrison – Peter Mandelson’s grandfather. Diana made embarrassingly appreciative comments about Hitler which no-one in politics has ever forgotten. Max has had to live with that. Max sued for libel over the allegations that his orgy was ‘Nazi- themed’ and won.

Now lest we forget – Oswald Mosley was an elected Tory MP who defected to the Independent Labour Party. He and his first wife Cynthia were committed Fabians during the 1920s. Oswald Mosley was a relative of the Queen Mum – Gawd Bless ‘Er – and when he married Cynthia, the wedding guests included King George V and Queen Mary. Diana was his second wife and he married her at the home of Joseph Goebbels. Hitler was one of the guests.

So Oswald Mosley was friendly with both the Royals and Hitler and Mandy’s grandfather released him from prison. Who exactly is in a position to have a go at Max because of who his father was?

A great many people have had it in for Max ever since he won against a British newspaper in Court.

There was of course one UK newspaper who supported Oswald Mosley and the BUF – it was the Daily Mail. Anyone know about the headline ‘Hurrah For The Blackshirts?’ Mosley had a big following among young working class men in East London – the Battle of Cable Street in 1936 took place between the Mosleyites and the Jews. There were also quite a few aristos who supported Mosley – most of the Mitford family for a start. With whom Thatcher’s friend Baroness Jean Trumpington was mates with. Not many people were as complimentary about Hitler as Diana Mosley was, but a number of British politicians from across the political spectrum did meet Hitler, usually in attempts to prevent war. Including a man called Neville Chamberlain, who was Britain’s Conservative PM. King George VI was delighted that Chamberlain had done this, as were the cheering crowds who thronged through London in celebration.

King George VI issued a statement to the serfs: ‘After the magnificent efforts of the Prime Minister in the cause of peace it is my fervent hope that a new era of friendship and prosperity may be dawning among the peoples of the world’.

Most newspapers supported Chamberlain uncritically and he received thousands of gifts, from a silver dinner service to many of his trademark umbrellas. He must have felt a bit like Lilibet did when she reached her Silver Jubilee or indeed like Charles and Di when they had that Fairytale Wedding. After Di had the fertility tests, just to ensure that she was fit for purpose. As Not The Nine O Clock News quipped at the time ‘I am 19 and do not know what I am letting myself in for’.

The Daily Mail also seems to have forgotten that pre-WWII there was a great deal of anti-semitic feeling in Britain as well as in Europe. Furthermore in the 1930s politics in the UK was polarised – people joined the Communist Party in response to what they perceived to be the threat from facism and people joined Mosley’s party in response to what they perceived to be the threat from communism.

Some elements of the British press remained anti-semitic for a long time even after the horrors of the Holocaust. Nancy Astor – ‘the first woman to be elected as an MP’ (except that she wasn’t, but that’s for another history lesson) – had a real problem with Jewish people and even in the 1960s and 1970s the Astor family newspaper – the impeccably liberal Observer – would not employ Jews.

The Mail has produced images of documents which it maintains are racist leaflets handed out by Max in the early 1960s. Max claims not to remember them and has suggested that they might be forgeries. As someone who has had documents forged about me by both the GMC and Chester Court, I think that Max might well have a point.

The Mail frothed over the racist content of the leaflets. It is certainly true that no mainstream political party today would dare publish the sort of thing that is on those leaflets. Yet the contents of those leaflets reflect common ideas of the time eg. that immigrants would introduce contagious diseases – Top Doctors perpetuated that particular idea as well because of the high rates of TB among Pakistani immigrants, which was actually a consequence of poverty.

In Butetown, Cardiff in 1952 there was a famous miscarriage of justice which resulted in the hanging of Mahmood Mattan, a Somali man who had settled in Wales. He was described in the press as a ‘savage’ and his – white – wife was completely ostracised for decades. Mattan was cleared by the Appeal Court in 1998 who presumably had forgotten that he had been killed by the state and clearing him was a bit pointless.

In the 1964 General Election, Tory candidate Peter Griffiths was elected as MP for Smethwick after some of his supporters campaigned under the slogan ‘If you want a nigger for a neighbour vote Liberal or Labour’. Griffiths refused to dissociate himself from the catchy rhyme. Griffiths lost the seat in 1966 but was re-elected as Tory MP for Portsmouth North in 1979 and remained in that seat until 1997.

In the West Midlands in the 1960s and 70s it was considered to be electoral suicide to be seen as supporting immigration. Enoch Powell took a stance in the late 1960s and during the 70s which is now seen as nakedly racist but which gained him a massive following among the electorate as result and nearly destroyed the Tory Party when he got cross with them. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, in 1990 I was told that ‘Enoch was right’ – by a young woman employed in medical research from an upper middle class family who had been to a public school, rather than by any Alf Garnett character.

Other examples of ‘shocking racism’ which I am sure that the Mail would now like to condemn include the experience of the mixed race family of a south Asian academic who moved to Llandegfan on Anglesey in the 1980s. The children were playing in the garden when they were told by some other kids that ‘you niggers shouldn’t be here’. It transpired that before the family had purchased this house in the solidly middle class village favoured by Top Doctors and university staff, a petition had done the rounds and had been handed to the previous owner, begging him not to sell the house to the nigger and his white English wife.

When I worked as a cleaner in the Bangor University halls of residence one summer in the mid 1990s, I heard the Orthodox Jews who had rented the halls for the summer described as ‘dirty Jews’. Which was quite ironic because when one considers Orthodox food preparation rituals, Orthodox Jews are a good deal less dirty than the rest of us.

 

In the light of the Daily Mail’s concern for sexual morality, perhaps they could explain why Sir David English – Editor of the Mail, 1971-92 and then Chairman of Associated Newspapers, the company which owns the Daily Mail – was a regular at parties thrown by George Carman QC, an alcoholic wife beater who knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile ring, who was retained by Jimmy Savile, whose personal friends included bent police officers and gangsters and who successfully defended ‘Len Fairclough’ of Coronation Street fame when Fairclough stood trial for molesting two children, although Carman knew that he was guilty.

The Daily Mail knew about the criminal conduct on the part of the Top Doctors and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales as well – because some six years ago I e mailed them about it. I received a reply from a journo so I know that they received my e mail but I heard no more…

 

Now, rather than having a go at Max  and suggesting that he has genetically inherited the trait for being a Nazi (is it a dominant or a recessive gene?) – whom I doubt has perjured himself because he seems to have been quite upfront about that orgy – if the Daily Mail really does want to turn its attention to matters perjury and sexual shenanigans, they could do worse than revisit the doings of two people who were given flattering coverage in the Mail Online just a few days ago – Jeffrey and Mary Archer!

Jeffrey of course has served a prison sentence for perjury and there was evidence that Mary too perjured herself but there was no prosecution. Whereas Jeffrey is simply someone who gets forgiven a great deal by a great many people, Mary is is considered untouchable. On a guest appearance on Have I Got News For You in 2002 Ian Hislop was very rude about Jeffrey. Mary came over all sanctimonious when Hislop pointed out that the reason why so many politicians were behaving so badly was that Jeffrey got away with so much. Mary plaintively asked ‘would you like another free kick?’ and received a round of sympathetic applause. A BBC audience might have been appalled at a satirist making satirical comments about a member of the Lords who has lied, swindled and cheated throughout his entire career, but someone should have explained to them that Mary Archer is no victim.

 

Jeffrey Archer was born in London but when he was two weeks old his family moved to Somerset, eventually settling in Weston-super-Mare. Archer spent most of his early life there. His father William died in 1956 and was 64 years old when Jeffrey was born. Early in his career, Jeffrey gave conflicting accounts to the press of his father’s supposed – but non-existent – military career. Sadly William Archer was a bigamist, fraudster and conman, who impersonated another William Archer, a deceased war medal holder. Jeffrey’s father was at different times employed as a chewing gum salesman in New York and a mortgage broker in London – in the latter capacity he was charged at the Old Bailey for fraud offences. He absconded to America under the name William Grimwood whilst on bail.

In 1951, Archer won a scholarship to Wellington School, Somerset, not Wellington College, Berkshire, as Archer has claimed in the past. Archer’s mother, Lola, was employed as a journalist on the Weston Mercury, the local newspaper. Her column ‘Over the Teacups’ frequently featured Jeffrey, under the name of ‘Tuppence’. 

Tuppence left school with O levels in English literature, art and history. He spent a few years in a variety of different jobs, including training with the army and a short period with the Met. Later on Tuppence worked as a PE teacher first at a prep school in Hampshire and later at Dover College, Kent.

In 1963 Tuppence was offered a place at the Oxford University Dept for Continuing Education to study for a Diploma of Education. The course was based in the department – Tuppence became a member of Brasenose College. There have been claims that Tuppence provided false evidence of his academic qualifications to Brasenose in order to gain entrance eg. the apparent citing of an American institution which was actually a bodybuilding club. It has also been alleged that Tuppence provided false statements about three non-existent A levels and a U.S. university degree.  Tuppence’s diploma course only lasted a year, but he spent a total of three years at Oxford.

Tuppence was successful in athletics at Oxford, competing in sprinting and hurdling and becoming President of the Oxford University Athletics Club. Television coverage survives of him making a series of false starts in a 1964 sprint race, but he was not disqualified. He went on to run for England, and once successfully competed for GB.

Tuppence raised money for Oxfam, obtaining the support of The Beatles in a charity fundraising drive. The band accepted his invitation to visit the Principal’s lodge at Brasenose College, where they were photographed with Tuppence and dons of Brasenose, although they did not play there. Even as a student Tuppence was plagued with rumours of financial wrongdoing — fellow undergraduates were amazed that he owned houses and cars with personalised number plates while working part time as an Oxfam fund raiser.

After leaving Oxford, Tuppence continued as a charity fundraiser, initially working as Director General of the National Birthday Trust, a medical charity that promoted safe childbirth. He then joined the United Nations Association (UNA) as its chief fundraiser. The then Chairman of the UNA, Humphry Berkeley, alleged that there were numerous discrepancies in Tuppence’s expense claims whilst he worked at the UNA. 

Berkeley’s father, Reginald, was the Liberal MP for Nottingham Central, 1922-24, so he’ll have known David Lloyd George. The Lloyd Georges were a political powerful family for many years, remained hugely influential in north Wales until very recently and a number of their members were very close to the people who facilitated and concealed the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Humphry attended Pembroke College, Cambridge and was President of the Cambridge Union Society and Cambridge University Conservative Association in 1948. His studies were interrupted when he was sent down for two years as a result of a practical joke in which he wrote hoax letters to public figures. Humphrey knew Rab Butler – who was Mr Tory Party for decades – Butler arranged a job for Humphrey at Conservative Central Office during this time. Butler advised Humphrey to keep the hoax letters and their replies safe, and publish them a quarter of a century later (they were published in 1974).

Berkeley set up a PR company. He was Director-General of the UK Council of the European Movement, 1956-57. In the 1959 he was elected as the Conservative MP for Lancaster. Berkeley served on the Parliamentary Assembly of the Western European Union and Council of Europe from 1963. Berkeley was a member of the  Howard League for Penal Reform.

Berkeley campaigned for homosexual law reform in the mid 1960s. In 2007 The Observer alleged that Berkeley was well known as a homosexual and was unpopular. Berkeley lost his seat in 1966, ascribing his defeat to the unpopularity of the bill on homosexuality that he had introduced.

Berkeley then became Chairman of the UNA. He employed Tuppence to organise the UNA’s flag day. Despite barely increasing the previous year’s total, Tuppence was promoted to organise a dinner at 10 Downing Street which raised over £200,000. Berkeley later accused Tuppence of making  false expenses claims whilst working for the UNA.

Some years ago the UNA organised a one day conference in north Wales on drug abuse and invited Dr Dafydd Alun Jones as a key note speaker. I made representation on the grounds that Dafydd was not an appropriate speaker and the material promoting the conference was misleading people as to Dafydd’s reputation and experience. I received a few aggressive e mails refusing to cancel the event or provide more accurate info re Dafydd, so I explained that I would therefore attend the event myself and distribute material providing details of the Mary Wynch case and other aspects of Dafydd’s career. The event was cancelled, but not before I received e mails and phone calls from someone involved with the UNA containing personal information about me which could only have been provided by Dafydd.

I later found out that the UNA conference was organised by someone who had been involved with the UNA for many, many years and who when she was young had been a personal friend of Megan Lloyd George. I understand that this lady may have been completely unaware of what Dafydd had been responsible for, but someone in the UNA will have known at least something about the controversy and complaint which has surrounded Dafydd for at least four decades.

By the time that Tuppence was employed by the UNA, Dafydd had his feet under the table at the North Wales Hospital and was involved in the serious abuse of vulnerable people.

In 1968 Humphry Berkeley resigned from the Conservative Party and joined the Labour Party in 1970. He joined the SDP in 1981 and in 1988 he rejoined Labour. The Govt’s of Ted Heath, Harold Wilson and Jim Callaghan all concealed the abuses at the North Wales Hospital and of children in care in north Wales and the associated criminality. Dr Death personally knew some of the Top Doctors who were involved.

In July 1966 Tuppence married Mary whom he met at Oxford whilst Mary was a chemistry student.

Tuppence began his career in politics at around the time he was involved with the UNA and served as a Conservative councillor on the GLC (1967–1970).

In 1969 Tuppence set up a fundraising and PR company, Arrow Enterprises. The same year he opened an art gallery in Mayfair. The gallery specialised in modern art, but lost money and Tuppence sold it two years later.

At 29, Tuppence was elected as the Tory MP for Louth in Lincolnshire, holding the seat for the Conservative Party in a  by-election in Dec 1969. The national Tory Party had concerns regarding Tuppence’s selection, specifically relating to the UNA expenses allegations made by Humphrey Berkeley. Berkeley tried to persuade Conservative Central Office that Tuppence was an unsuitable candidate. Tuppence brought a defamation action against Berkeley which kept the story out of the press, although a truncated version did appear in The Times. The case was eventually settled out of court, with Tuppence agreeing to pay the legal costs of around £30,000.

During his time as MP for Louth, Tuppence was a regular at the Immingham Conservative Club in the most working-class part of the constituency. Tuppence was on the left of the Conservative Party and rebelled against some of his party’s policies. In 1971, he employed  David Mellor, who needed money for his bar finals, to deal with his correspondence. He tipped Mellor to reach the Cabinet. David Mellor has been at the scene of many crimes. He was a junior Minister in the Home Office whilst Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophile gang in north Wales were allowed to break the law with impunity and their victims were stitched up for serious offences. Mellor was a junior Minister for Health, July 1988-Oct 1989, whilst the DHSS concealed serious criminality in the mental health services and children’s homes in north Wales. Mellor worked for Secretary of State Tony Newton – Newton was one of the Cabinet Ministers whom Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, contacted directly about the abuse of children in care in north Wales. Mellor is one of those who in numerous roles ignored the activities of an organised criminal gang who killed witnesses.

In July 1992 Mellor was seriously embarrassed when his mistress Antonia de Sancha flogged her story. Mellor was later framed as a victim at the Leveson Inquiry when it was revealed that parts of de Sancha’s story were not true – I think the bit about Mellor having sex whilst wearing a Chelsea FC shirt was alleged to be untrue. Never mind Mellor, at least you didn’t spend years in a high security hospital after being sexually exploited by Dafydd and his mates and branded dangerous when you complained about it. Mellor left politics after becoming a national joke but found a new life as a DJ when LBC were daft enough to employ him.

In 1974 Tuppence was stung by a fraudulent investment scheme involving a company called Aquablast. He lost his first fortune and was left almost £500,000 in debt. Fearing bankruptcy, he stood down as an MP at the Oct 1974 General Election. By this time, Tuppence and Mary were living in a large house in an exclusive street in South Kensington which they were forced to sell.

While he was a witness in the Aquablast case in Toronto in 1975, Tuppence was accused of taking three suits from a department store. He denied the accusation for years, but in the late 1990s he finally acknowledged that he had indeed taken the suits, although he claimed that at the time he had not realised he had left the shop. No charges were ever brought.

Tuppence wrote his first book in the autumn of 1974, as a means of avoiding bankruptcy. The book was picked up by the literary agent Deborah Owen – Dr Death’s wife – and was published first in the U.S., then in Britain in the autumn of 1976. Dr Death became an MP in 1974, was a junior Minister in the DHSS, 1974-76, then a junior Minister in the Foreign Office, 1976-77 and then Foreign Secretary, 1977-79. A Radio 4 adaption of Tuppence’s first book was broadcast in the early 1980s, by which time Dr Death and the gang of four had made the Limehouse Declaration and hopeful people believed that Dr Death was on the way to being PM. Dr D.G.E. Wood, the corrupt GP who was assisting the paedophile gang and sex traffickers in north Wales, really loved Dr Death. Brown observed that Wood was aligning himself with shits in his own profession once more. A BBC TV adaptation of Tuppence’s book was broadcast in 1990, by which time Dr Death had mercifully imploded.

In 1976 Mary  started lecturing in chemistry at Newnham and Trinity Colleges, Cambridge – she remained doing until 1988. So Mary caught the tail end of Mr Tory Party Rab Butler, who was Master of Trinity College, 1965-77. From 1984 to 1991, Mary was a Director of the Fitzwilliam Museum Trust in Cambridge.

In 1977 Mary became a Lloyds ‘name’.

In 1979 Tuppence and Mary purchased the Old Vicarage, Grantchester, a house associated with Rupert Brooke. Every summer, Tuppence and Mary host a lavish garden party in the grounds to celebrate their wedding anniversary. By the early 1980s Tuppence was back in a comfortable financial position and began to hold shepherd’s pie and Krug parties for those to whom he thought it was worth ingratiating himself at his London apartment, which overlooks the Thames and Parliament.

‘Kane and Abel’ (1979) proved to be Tuppence’s best-seller. Like most of Tuppence’s early work it was edited by Richard Cohen. It was made into a TV mini-series by CBS in 1985. The following year, Granada TV screened a 10-part adaptation of another Tuppence bestseller, ‘First Among Equals’. Granada have done Dafydd and the paedophiles many a favour – over years they studiously avoided reporting anything at all about them, even on flagship investigative programmes such as ‘World In Action’.

As well as novels and short stories, Tuppence wrote three stage plays. The first opened in 1987 and ran at the Queen’s Theatre in the West End for over a year. The next one was not well received and closed after a few weeks. Tuppence’s final play opened at the Theatre Royal, Windsor in Sept 2000, before transferring to the Theatre Royal, Haymarket in the West End in Dec 2000. 

In 1988 Kathleen Burnett accused Tuppence of plagiarising a story that she’d written. Tuppence denied doing any such thing, claiming he’d simply been inspired by the idea.

In 1988 Mary Archer joined the Council of Lloyds Insurance Company, becoming Chair of the Lloyds Hardship Committee the following year.

Tuppence’s political career revived in the 1980s and he became a popular speaker among the Conservative grassroots. He was appointed Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party by Thatch in Sep 1985. Tebbit – the Party Chairman – had misgivings, as did others, including Willie Whitelaw and Ted Heath. I am wondering whether like a few other people, Tuppence had found out about the Westminster and Whitehall figures who were abusing children and the lengths to which people at the very top of every major political party were going to conceal this. By 1985, Tebbit, Whitelaw and Heath were all deeply compromised in that they knew about serious criminality. Whitelaw was in it up to his eye-balls, he had been frankly blackmailed by campaigners for a fourth Welsh language TV channel over his concealing of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal (see posts ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘A Bit More Paleontology ‘). Lord Wyn Roberts twisted Thatcher’s arm over exactly the same matter in order to achieve the Welsh Language Act (see post ‘The Cradle Of The Filth’). Tuppence taking a leaf out of their book would explain why he bagged the role of Deputy Chairman in the face of opposition from the grandees.

During his tenure as Deputy Chairman, Tuppence was responsible for a number of embarrassments, including claiming during a live radio interview that many young, unemployed people were simply unwilling to find work. At the time, unemployment in the UK stood at a record 3.4 million. Tuppence was later forced to apologise, saying that his words had been ‘taken out of context’.

Tuppence resigned as Deputy Chairman in Oct 1986 due to a scandal caused by an article in The News Of The World, ‘Tory boss Archer pays vice-girl’, which claimed that Tuppence had paid Monica Coghlan, a prostitute, £2,000 through an intermediary at Victoria Station to go abroad.

Two months after Tuppence was exposed in the News Of The World, I was unlawfully arrested and detained by Dafydd at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see posts ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’ and ‘Behind The Scenes – At The North Wales Hospital Denbigh’).

After Tuppence resigned as Deputy Chairman of the Tory Pary, Peter Morrison took over the role. Morrison was the MP for Chester and a member of the paedophile gang which was facilitated by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and others and was operating in north Wales/Cheshire. A number of leading Tories from that era including Edwina Currie, Rod Richards and Gyles Brandreth have confirmed that Morrison’s activities were well-known, openly gossiped about and that Thatcher was explicitly warned about what he was doing.

It seems that sending victims of and witnesses to those involved with the Westminster Paedophile Ring abroad was the accepted way of doing things in the 1980s. I knew of two students at Bangor University who, like me, found out some of what was happening – one went to America after Wood’s wife, who was a lecturer in the University, arranged matters and Wood tried to coerce the other one into emigrating to Australia and even arranged a job there for her, although the thought terrified her (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Wood became very angry when this young woman became distressed and refused to be transported to the other side of the world. Down in south Wales, George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy paid a man who had been abused by him to begin a new life in Australia (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

God knows how much of this was going on if I personally knew of two students on the same degree as me at Bangor who were identified as needing to be dealt with in this way.

Shortly after The News of the World story broke, the Daily Star ran a story alleging that Tuppence had paid for sex with Coghlan, something that The News Of The World had been careful to avoid stating . Tuppence responded by suing the Daily Star. The case came to court in July 1987. Explaining the payment to Coghlan as the action of a philanthropist claiming that he had been ‘duped’ by her and set up by the News of the World, Tuppence won the case and was awarded £500,000 damages, a record amount in a libel action at the time. The action cost Express Newspapers – which owned the Daily Star – more than £1 million. Tuppence’s Counsel was Robert Alexander QC.

Now here are a few Interesting Facts about Robert Alexander. Alexander was born and died in areas with long standing paedophile rings which resulted in serious criminal activity in the 1980s – Staffordshire and Lambeth. Alexander went to Brighton College – the old school of Keith Best, a barrister and the Tory MP for Ynys Mon, 1979-87, who in his capacity as a junior Minister in the Welsh Office concealed the paedophile and sex trafficking gang operating in north Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Best was a Brighton Borough Councillor, 1976–80. John Allen, who owned and managed the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales where children were severely abused, also owned brothels in Brighton to which he trafficked children in care from north Wales. Allen is now serving yet another prison sentence for abusing children. After his election, Best was driving when his car was involved in an accident resulting in the death of his personal assistant. Best was cleared of responsibility.

In Sept 1987, Best was sentenced to four months’ imprisonment for fraud in relation to his application for BT shares and was fined £3,000. On 5 Oct 1987, the Court of Appeal released him but increased his fine.

Peter Morrison was appointed as Energy Minister with responsibility for oil in June 1987 (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’) – the month before Tuppence hit the jackpot at the libel trial. During this month, the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal was at its height. This provided a most useful distraction from the child abuse and criminal activities in north Wales at a time when Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were all raising concerns and producing evidence of serious criminality (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’). Two of the leading lights in the paedophile gang in north Wales – Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth – had previously worked in Gateshead and Dr Neil Davies and Professor Bob Woods, two colleagues of Dafydd’s, had worked in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne before they joined Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’). Lord John Walton, President of the GMC, 1982-89 (whilst complaints about Gwynne the lobotomist and Dafydd poured in but no action was taken) and the BMA 1980-82, provided an umbrella for Dafydd et al for years – John Walton was Mr Newcastle Medical School (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

In Jan 1987 Alison Taylor, the whistleblowing social worker from Gwynedd, told Thatcher that she had witnessed children in care being abused in north Wales. In March 1987, David Gillinson was imprisoned for gross indecency against a boy in care in north Wales. Gillinson was a leading light in the Chester branch of CHE (the Campaign for Homosexual Equality). A number of people alleged that the branch was a front for paedophilia.

Whilst Tuppence was hamming it up in Court, the north Wales mental health services attempted to frame and imprison me for ‘stabbing a doctor’ – Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission colluded with this (see post ‘Workers’ Play Time’). Shortly after, Dafydd tried to threaten and then bribe me  into dropping my complaints – Brown was listening in to the phone call and wrote to Gwynedd Health Authority about the matter. He did not receive a reply. The attempt to fit me up for trying to stab someone failed but the police did bring a public order charge against me and an ‘expert opinion’ was supplied by Dr James Earp, a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester. Earp concealed the criminal actions of Dafydd et al in north Wales (see post ‘An Expert From England’). At the time, Earp and his colleagues were concealing the abuse of children in Leicestershire, with which Frank Beck and Greville Janner were involved (see post ‘Radical Leicester and Some Other Free Radicals’).

In Oct 1987 DCS Gwynne Owen, who had been given responsibility for investigating the assaults on children in north Wales which Alison Taylor had reported, submitted a second report to the CPS regarding Alison, saying that ‘there is every likelihood…she will manipulate others in the future to make similar complaints’. Every mental health patient whom I knew in north Wales who complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ associates was branded ‘manipulative’. I later discovered that the same word was used to describe the kids in care who complained about being abused. Even the whistleblower was manipulative.

Those poor put-upon paedophiles and gangsters – all they had was the full force of the Gov’t and the security services in the face of these manipulative bastards who were complaining about being beaten up, sexually assaulted, fitted up and wrongfully imprisoned…

Alison was sacked from her job as a social worker with Gwynedd County Council in Dec 1987. The Director of Gwynedd Social Services was Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

Robert Alexander was Chairman of the Bar Council, 1985-86. He was given a peerage in July 1988. In July 1988 Elizabeth Butler-Sloss submitted her whitewash regarding the extent of the horror which was the Cleveland Child Abuse Scandal (see post ‘Twas The Night Before Christmas And The Culprits Were Named’) which was a useful distraction to complaints that there was serious criminality in north Wales involving organised child abuse.

Robert Alexander was Chairman of the NatWest Bank, 1989-99 and the President and Chair of the Marylebone Cricket Club – from which Tuppence was suspended for 7 years in 2002 in the wake of his conviction for perjury . Robert Alexander sat on the Wakeham Commission – John Wakeham had been Secretary of State for Energy whilst Peter Morrison was a Minister in that Dept.

Robert Alexander was Chancellor of Exeter University, 1998-05. Sir Steve Smith, the VC of Exeter University, was appointed in 2002. Smith had previously been Senior PVC at Aberystwyth University and whilst he was in post there was a great wailing and a gnashing of teeth. Aber had for years been churning out law graduates who provided great assistance to the paedophile gang once those law graduates had embarked on careers as lawyers and judges, but when Sir Steve started giving out the orders, Aber really hit the buffers.

In the wake of Smith being appointed VC  at Exeter, Professor Edzard Ernst became involved in a dispute with Prince Charles regarding complementary medicine. Edzard had a nasty habit of conducting rigorous research which demonstrated that homeopathy and a number of other complementary therapies were clinically ineffective. Charles’s Secretary Sir Michael Peat pressurised the University to discipline Ernst for being a competent scientist who refused to fabricate his results. Edzard was investigated by the University and cleared but was then frozen out by the University authorities. Fundraising for his unit ceased and the unit was gradually strangled. Edzard took early retirement, but he now maintains an excellent website exposing bad science.

Edzard’s book ‘A Scientist In Wonderland’ provides a full account of what Exeter University did to him when Charles got cross.

In 2012, Sir Steve Smith – together with the Vice-Chancellor of Plymouth University – announced the demerger of Peninsula College of Medicine and Dentistry and the establishment of the University of Exeter Medical School and the Plymouth University ‘Peninsula’ Schools of Medicine and Dentistry. That institution is collaborating in the research fraud that is Professor Mark Williams’s Mindfulness – Williams discovered the miracle of Mindfulness when he worked in Bangor with the paedophile gang in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’). Some of the leading lights in patient abuse in Gwynedd at that time such as Keith Fearns are thanked and cited in Williams’s work. Mark Williams denied a holocaust on the level of David Irving.

For details of my own experiences with Sir Steve’s Medical School, please see post ‘NHS Chief Executive Collapses In Court After Being Spared Jail’.

Meanwhile photos of Steve appeared in the Times Higher at social events with a glass of champagne in his hand accompanied by quotes from students telling the readers what a great bloke he was. It’s quite easy to get students to do this, you just select undergrads who aren’t working with people like Edzard Ernst and supply them with nibbles and booze and then you send Steve along to do his man of the people bit and sink a bit of alcohol in front of the students and they leave happy. The same sort of tactics can be employed when it’s time for the students to fill in their National Student Survey forms, you feed them pizza and chocolate brownies and then give them the forms to complete.

Brown tells me that the technique works with external inspectors as well – but it takes a little bit more skill than with the undergrads. You’ve got to give the inspectors a good lunch, but you mustn’t make it too good or it looks like you’re trying to bribe them. I’m sure that Sir Steve has it down to a fine art.

I’m happy to tell those readers who don’t work at the coal face in universities that Laurie Taylor’s Poppleton University column in the Times Higher doesn’t begin to capture the insanity which has been inflicted upon universities since Blair and Lord Adonis had a few brainwaves.

Laurie Taylor’s son Matthew was Blair’s policy advisor.

Some years ago Bangor University received a gift from Exeter University in the form of Professor Hilary Lappin-Scott, a fighter for gender equality. Hilary nearly destroyed Bangor in the short time that she was there and was such a wrecking ball that people seriously wondered if she was being paid by a rival institution to damage Bangor. Hilary left after a major disagreement with the VC whose institution probably wouldn’t have been still standing if she had remained at Bangor much longer. She then re-appeared at Swansea University. Since Hilary’s arrival, the students at Swansea have protested, senior staff have resigned and the Business School almost imploded. But Hilary has won an award for being an inspirational woman and has had her photo taken with Princess Anne. For the details of Hilary’s time at Bangor, see post ‘News Round-Up, March 16 2017’.

In 1990, the corrupt barrister George Carman – who knew about the paedophile gang in north Wales/Chesire as well as about the politicians and Whitehall mandarins who were abusing children and who was retained by Jimmy Savile (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’) – acted for businessman Rolf Schild in a libel case against Express Newspapers. Carman lost against Robert Alexander QC, who was acting for Express Newspapers. Judge Sir William Mars-Jones upheld an appeal against Carman. Despite Carman’s defeat – and Carman was a barrister whom it was alleged hated losing – Carman remained good mates with Sir John Junor, the Editor of the Sunday Express and they enjoyed a good lunch together shortly after Carman lost the appeal.

As for William Mars-Jones – he was a farmer’s son from Denbighshire who hit the big time and was President of UCNW (Bangor University), 1982-95), whilst Gwynne the lobotomist and Dr DGE Wood the corrupt GP worked in the Student Health Centre, facilitating the sex trafficking gang. Not only that, but whilst Mars-Jones was President, both the Depts of Social Work and Psychology at UCNW contained staff who had worked with the paedophile gang and trained people who then worked with the paedophile gang after they graduated. Other people in UCNW were associated with the paedophile gang as well and yet more people in the institution knew about it all and were keeping schtum. Dafydd himself exerted considerable influence over UCNW and the Principal Sir Charles Evans who had worked as a neurosurgeon in Liverpool knew what was going on but wasn’t that concerned (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

William Mars-Jones intimidated everyone in north Wales what with being based in London and spending his time troughing in the Garrick with lawyers and judges (see post ‘A Big Umbrella’). The Garrick is also very popular with thespians – Tuppence basked in the light of his success in West End theatres…

I have retold the tale of the 1990 case involving Carman, Alexander, Rolf Schild, John Junor and Express Newspapers because it illustrates something that I have become acutely aware of whilst researching for this blog – that where this bunch are concerned, deals were very obviously done behind closed doors which were not always for the benefit of the client who thought that they had purchased legal representation. If any of the parties involved had knowledge of Thatcher’s mate or any of the others who were having sex with children or of victims and witnesses who were being found dead, it was that which provided the focus for the horse-trading.

 

The Presiding judge over the libel trial, Mr Justice Caulfield, was quite taken with Tuppence’s bird. When instructing the jury, Justice Cocklecarrot commented: ‘Remember Mary Archer in the witness-box. Your vision of her probably will never disappear. Has she elegance? Has she fragrance? Would she have, without the strain of this trial, radiance? How would she appeal? Has she had a happy married life? Has she been able to enjoy, rather than endure, her husband Jeffrey?’

Cocklecarrot then went on to say of Tuppence, ‘Is he in need of cold, unloving, rubber-insulated sex in a seedy hotel round about quarter to one on a Tuesday morning after an evening at the Caprice?’.

There is evidence to suggest that Tuppence most certainly was, despite the elegant, fragrant Mary. Cocklecarrot made derogatory comments about every aspect of Monica, including her ‘green leatherette suit’. Monica was actually doing a roaring trade in London at the time – as of course was John Allen, using the boys from the children’s homes in north Wales which had ended up in his clutches thanks to Dafydd and Lucille – so there clearly was no shortage of men with money to spend who were quite keen on the idea of green leatherette suits and other things. Furthermore, as many commentators mentioned at the time, men do not use prostitutes because the missus is too fat and ugly to get a man. Like those bloody feminists.

Cocklecarrot did and said a few other strange things in that trial as well. After the jury had begun their deliberations, Cocklecarrot recalled them after admitting to 12 ‘inaccuracies and mistakes’ in his summing up, following written representation from the defence Counsel. Cocklecarrot’s conduct was described as ‘extraordinary’ by many observing lawyers. Cocklecarrot also expressed his deep gratitude to the jury after they had to endure a whole three week trial and excused them from jury service for 15 years. Which reminds me of the Peter Cook quip re the biased judge modelled on Jeremy Thorpe’s trial ie. ‘now you must retire – as must I’.

If I suggested that the jury might have discovered that their bank accounts were so flush in the wake of that trial that they’d never have to work again anyway, no doubt someone would sue me for libel.

Nearly all information about Cocklecarrot  has disappeared from the internet.

As for Monica who was roundly insulted by Cocklecarrot – she was born in Greater Manchester in 1951 and suffered a troubled childhood, leaving school at 15. After leaving home Monica was the victim of a violent sexual attack and forced to leave her flat. She was working as a prostitute at 17, and in the next 18 years was convicted of shoplifting, possession of cannabis and prostitution and served two prison terms. In 1985 she had a son, Robin, and moved into a small bungalow in Rochdale. For most of the week she cared for her son alone following the death of her partner – it was her partner’s death which prompted Monica to return to prostitution – and at weekends Robin was left with neighbours or relatives whilst Monica worked as a prostitute in London.

Monica picked Tuppence up at Shepherd Market in Mayfair in Sept 1986. Aziz Kurtha, an Indian businessman, saw them together and sold the story to the News of the World. Monica did not know who Tuppence was when she met him – she said that he told her he was a car salesman. Rather than print the unverified story, the News of the World decided to organise a ‘sting’ by getting Coghlan to ask Tuppence for money to stay silent. On 24 Oct 1986, the News Of The World filmed and audiotaped Michael Stacpoole, a representative of Tuppence, giving Coghlan £2,000 in £50 notes on Platform 3 of London’s Victoria Station to leave the country.

Coghlan received £6,000 for her part in the newspaper sting and was initially reluctant to take part at all. Many journalists who worked on that story were convinced that she was telling the truth. Monica stood by her story until her death. In court Monica was in tears, distressed at the ordeal to which she was being subjected. Accused of lying by Robert Alexander QC, Monica replied: ‘He’s the liar…. Just because he’s got power and money…I might be a prostitute, but I’ve never harmed anybody, okay, I’ve just survived all my life. He knows that it’s him, he knows it’.

Monica stopped working as a prostitute after the trial and worked as a bingo caller, but Rochdale continued to associate her with prostitution and scandal. She later said that ‘Jeffrey Archer took everything away from me, I lost my home, my dignity, my self-respect, and any hope of a future’.

Whilst Justice Cocklecarrot, Tuppence and Mary were busy in Court, I was living in Leicester with Brown. I was still trying to get some answers out of the north Wales mental health services so I wrote constantly. I had become so frustrated at the threats, the harassment, the criminality and the obvious naked corruption that a lot of my letters contained satirical comments. I had been following Tuppence’s trial and in one of my letters to Alun Davies – one of the corrupt managers of the mental health services in north Wales – which I wrote shortly after the trial ended, I made a reference to Aziz Kurtha, who had commented that if one lies with dogs one will catch fleas. Many years later after my lawyer served a High Court injunction upon the North West Wales NHS Trust to force them to release my files which they had unlawfully witheld, I found copies of all the letters that I’d written, including the letter in which I referred to Tuppence’s trial and Aziz Kurtha. Guess what? Someone had underlined my comments about Tuppence’s trial and Aziz Kurtha’s evidence…I could find no reference as to who had done this or why they had done it, but it was very obvious. I of course did not receive a reply to my letter which was dealing with serious matters, but what had really bothered someone was my interest in the adventures of Tuppence and the man who had taken the evidence against him to the tabloids.

Without knowing that this had happened, because my letters about serious criminal misconduct were going unanswered at about this time I rang the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in an attempt to speak to Dafydd himself. I was being fed what were obvious lies by his secretary – ‘he’s not here’, ‘we don’t know where he is’, ‘we don’t know when he’ll next be here’ – and I got so fed up that I said ‘well tell him I’m speaking to a tabloid newspaper tomorrow’ and I put the phone down. Twenty minutes later the phone rang and Brown answered it – Brown handed me the phone saying ‘that worked a treat, it’s Jones…’

So it was!

Poor old Jones – he still couldn’t find it in him to answer my questions and investigate my complaint, all I got were more attempts at bribery and corruption…

Tuppence – do you know anything about any of this???

Although Tuppence and er indoors claimed they were a normal, happily-married couple at the time of the trial, according to the journalist Adam Raphael they were living largely separate lives. Lloyd Turner, the editor of the Daily Star, was sacked six weeks after the trial by the paper’s Chairman David Stevens. On 27 March 1987 – two months before the trial -Stevens had been given a peerage. Stevens sat as a Tory until 2004, then defected to UKIP.  Raphael found proof that Tuppence had perjured himself at the trial, but his superiors were unwilling to take the risk of a libel case. The News of the World later settled out of court with Tuppence, acknowledging they, too, had libelled him. David Montgomery, the former Editor of the News of the World, admitted to the Star libel jury that the story ‘implied’ that Tuppence had sex with Monica. 

Rupert Murdoch owned the News of the World. By the time that Tuppence was suing people for libel and Montgomery was admitted to libelling Tuppence when he hadn’t, Montgomery had been promoted by Murdoch to the post of Director of News (UK) Limited, a subsidiary of News International.

Tuppence’s mate Thatcher and Murdoch had a symbiotic relationship – Thatch passed laws enabling Murdoch to break the print unions and in return Murdoch ensured that Thatcher carried on winning elections. When Montgomery left Murdoch’s employment Murdoch became Chief Executive of Mirror Group plc, in the wake of Cap’n Bob going overboard. (Am I really the only person who believes that Cap’n Bob was not the sort of man to kill himself, even if he had stolen the pension fund and knew that he was about to be caught?) Not only was Montgomery related to the Lloyd George clan by marriage, but he was a big mate of Amanda Platell. Platell was William Hague’s Press Officer, 1999-01 – which covered the period of the publication of the Waterhouse Report when Hague anticipated being in need of as many friends in the media as possible. For details of Montgomery, Platell and Platell’s people, see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’

Lord Stevens Chaired United Newspapers for many years – the company was founded by David Lloyd George. In 1996, United Newspapers took over MAI, the consortium which formed Meridian Broadcasting in 1991 – in 1994 the company brought Anglia Television. By 1994 Mary Archer was a Director of Anglia Television. Mary was a non-executive Director of Mid Anglia Radio plc, 1988-95, which I think was also part of Meridian.

In 1988 Mary Archer joined the Council of Lloyds Insurance Company, becoming Chair of the Lloyds Hardship Committee the following year.

When Saddam Hussein suppressed Kurdish uprisings in 1991, Tuppence, along with the Red Cross, set up the charity Simple Truth, to fund raise for the Kurds. In May 1991, Tuppence organised a charity pop concert starring Rod Stewart, Paul Simon and Gloria Estafen, who all performed for free. Tuppence claimed that his charity had raised £57,042,000, though it was later revealed that only £3 million came from the Simple Truth concert and appeal. The rest was from aid projects sponsored by the British and other governments, with significant amounts pledged before the concert. The charity would later result in further controversy.

In Feb 1991 HM Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison. I was sitting in Springfield Hospital at the time facing serious charges as a result of the perjury of those in the north Wales mental health services.

By May 1991 allegations of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Thatcher’s Ministers were flying and had appeared in the London-based press. Police investigations were underway but repeatedly failed to find any evidence.

By May 1991 I had been hounded out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School, whose staff – along with the staff of Springfield Hospital the associated mental health unit – had colluded with the criminal activities of Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X) and Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…). My best friend from school who knew what had happened to me in north Wales and had wanted to make a documentary about it had been unlawfully dismissed from her job at the Royal Television Society. Her husband worked at the BBC in London and was told that they would ensure that he ‘never worked in this town again’. Shortly after, he was transferred to Manchester and was then made redundant. Another of my housemates from my days at Bangor was gradually being forced out of his job with a pharmaceutical company in Kent.

At the same time I was fighting further battles with the north Wales mental health services as they repeatedly tried to imprison me – although their own lawyers and the MDU knew that they had perjured themselves (see post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC’). By March 1991 I was back living near Bethesda – yet cases against me were being heard in London and on one occasion in the spring of 1991 I was even summoned to the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand.

On 7 May 1991 Yorkshire Television screened ‘The Secret Of Castle Hill’, a documentary about the abuse of children in a school in Shropshire for which the headmaster Ralph Morris was imprisoned (see post ‘The Mentor’). Yorkshire Television had originally planned to make a film about the abuse of children in north Wales and even filmed Alison Taylor in Sept 1989 for the documentary. In Feb 1990 Yorkshire Television abandoned the documentary about north Wales in favour of one about Castle Hill. Between June 1987-July 1990 Peter Morrison was Minister of Energy with responsibility for oil. Unbeknown to me, even though I was working in London at the time, in April 1989 Tony Francis, Lucille Hughes et al in collaboration with the Welsh Office and the Mental Health Act Commission were carrying out a plan to have me declared dangerous and incarcerated in a secure hospital. The plan’s grand finale took place in Oct 1989 when Dr Chris Hunter, a forensic psychiatrist of whom I had never heard let alone met, held a case conference about me in north Wales, declared me ‘extremely dangerous’ and offered everyone a court report about me – not that I was under arrest or facing any charges (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

On 30 May 1991 the Report into the Staffordshire Pindown Scandal was published – this Report condemned the abuse of children which had occurred but went nowhere near to admitting the extent of the criminality involved or the number of people who colluded with it (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’).

On 15 March 1992 dawn raids were carried out on properties in the Wrexham area and 17 people were arrested, all of whom were former or serving staff of Bryn Estyn. Everyone arrested but four was released without charge by the end of the day. Police claimed that no evidence of child porn or a paedophile ring had been discovered. Of the four charged, only three were ever convicted – some three years later.

Having previously been rejected for a peerage, Tuppence finally became Lord Tuppence on 27 July 1992. On 9 April 1992, John Major won the General Election – the nation had a choice of three potential PMs, Major, Kinnock and Paddy Pantsdown, all of whom knew about Westminster figures abusing children and the carnage in north Wales as a result of silencing witnesses. Peter Morrison stood down as an MP at that election. Days later five witnesses to the paedophile ring which didn’t exist in north Wales were killed by a firebomb which was thrown into a flat in Brighton whilst they attended a party there (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Days later the man who had allegedly confessed to starting the blaze was killed when he was hit by a lorry on a quiet country road. One party goer who survived claimed that witnesses to the wrongdoing in north Wales were being murdered. He was later found dead after giving evidence against John Allen in court, days before he was due to receive a payment from the Criminal Injuries Compensation Board.

A whole batch of people received peerages in 1992 – including John Wakeham, Peter Morrison’s former boss – and virtually all of them had played a role in concealing the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

PM John Major recommended Tuppence for a peerage because of Tuppence’s role in aid to the Kurds. Tuppence and Major had been friends for some years. Major had been a junior Health Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t when the barrel of shit in north Wales was being concealed by Ken Clarke (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Major had worked in the DHSS as a Minister whilst Trumpers was a Health Minister, when Trumpers appointed Jimmy Savile to the management team of Broadmoor – although it was actually Trumpers’s colleague Edwina Currie who took the rap for it years later. Savile’s mate Alan Franey, the former Assistant General Manager of Leeds General Infirmary, was appointed CEO of Broadmoor. Whilst Savile was in post, two female patients killed themselves as a result of his abuse of them. During Major’s time at the DHSS, Brian McGinnis was the Whitehall mandarin responsible for mental health and high security hospitals – McGinnis was later banned from working with children (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

In a speech in Oct 1993 at the Conservative conference, Tuppence urged Home Secretary Michael Howard, to ‘Stand and deliver’, saying: ‘Michael, I am sick and tired of being told by old people that they are frightened to open the door, they’re frightened to go out at night, frightened to use the parks and byways where their parents and grandparents walked with freedom … We say to you: stand and deliver!’. Tuppence then attacked violent films and urged tougher prison conditions to prevent criminals from re-offending. He criticised the role of ‘ do-gooders’ and finished off the speech by denouncing the opposition party’s law and order policies. This was a time when Tuppence was actively seeking another front-line political role.

At the same conference John Major launched his Back to Basics campaign. If any of those old maids of whom Major was so fond had been cycling to church in the mist after having witnessed the wrongdoing of Dafydd they’d have been run over and killed in yet another uninvestigated hit and run.

In 1993 I was prosecuted at Bangor Magistrates Court for staring at a social worker, Jackie Brandt, in Safeways – the original allegations were that I had yelled and sworn at her, but once in the witness box Brandt started crying and admitted that she’d told a pack of lies. Brandt attempted to have me arrested on another two occasions as well and many years later when I was leaving a dentists in Bangor, Brandt’s husband started yelling and shaking his fist at me in front of a packed waiting room. There were never any investigations into Brandt or her husband but there were a lot of investigations into me.

Mary Wynch – who had some years previously successfully sued Dafydd and the Home Office after she was unlawfully arrested, imprisoned and then detained in the North Wales Hospital for a year – was stuffed over and ruined by Michael Howard and the Home Office in 1994 (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

In Oct 1993 Ron Davies was appointed Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron had previously been an education advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst that Authority failed to act on complaints of school teacher John Owen sexually abusing his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). In Oct 1998 Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after he was caught with his trousers down in the company of a male prostitute called Boogie – just as Blair was about to inflict him on Wales as First Secretary (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). After Ron was exposed – so to speak – people came crawling out of corners in south Wales saying that he was a deeply unpleasant man and that his visits to gay massage parlours from which he returned ‘looking relaxed’ were common knowledge.

It was at the time that Ron became Shadow Secretary of State for Wales – his big break – that two witnesses to child abuse and criminality condoned by the authorities in north Wales had their lives wrecked as described in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’.

On Question Time in Jan 1994, Tuppence said that 18 should be the age of consent for gay sex, as opposed to 21, which it was at the time. Tuppence though was opposed to the age of consent for gay men being 16.

It was at this time that Robert Kilroy-Silk presented a debate regarding the age of consent for gay sex on his show. The most dreadful bunch of bigots had been invited on, including a Top Doctor who told a lot of lies – he came out with the old myth of ‘ooh you don’t find homosexuality in the animal kingdom’. Oh yes you do, I spent my teenaged years in Somerset marvelling at gay animals – in particular a lesbian sheepdog who belonged to a neighbouring farmer. That dog, called Lassie no less, was notorious and the teenaged boys in the area constantly obsessed about Lesbian Lassie. All rural kids come across gay animals so where this Top Doctor had been all his life I do not know. The one person who opposed the sea of bigotry was Edwina Currie who was also a guest. I wasn’t a fan of Edwina’s, but she was pretty good on that occasion. So I wrote to her – and I received an immediate reply. Which was a very much better response than whenever I wrote to anyone about the criminal conduct of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

Guess what happened within a couple of weeks of me writing to Edwina and complimenting her on her Kilroy appearance? Dafydd was invited onto Kilroy as a guest! Just as the complaints rained down from livid, damaged patients about Dafydd – complaints which were never investigated – and the demands for a Public Inquiry into the alleged paedophile ring in north Wales grew louder and louder. Then Dafydd turned up repeatedly on the TV – the Vincent Kane Debates, on BBC Wales, on S4C, all providing Dafydd with free publicity (see post ‘Oh, No! It’s The Pathetic Sharks’).

Dafydd was a graduate of Liverpool University Medical School and had an extensive network on Merseyside, which went back years (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). Kilroy-Silk had previously been a lecturer in Liverpool University and then a Labour MP on Merseyside. When Kilroy-Silk was an MP he was mates with John Golding, the then Labour MP for Newcastle-under-Lyme, a man who knew all about Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

In Jan 1994, in her capacity as a Director of Anglia Television, Mary attended a Directors’ meeting at which an impending takeover of Anglia Television by MAI, which owned Meridian Broadcasting, was discussed. The following day, Tuppence bought 50,000 shares in Anglia Television, acting on behalf of a friend, Broosk Saib. Shortly after this, it was announced publicly that Anglia Television would be taken over by MAI. As a result, the shares jumped in value, whereupon Tuppence sold them on behalf of his friend for a profit of £77,219. The arrangements that he made with the stockbrokers meant he did not have to pay at the time of buying the shares.

An inquiry was launched by the Stock Exchange into possible insider trading. The DTI, headed by Michael Heseltine, announced that Tuppence would not be prosecuted due to insufficient evidence. His solicitors – Tuppence was represented by Lord Mischon – admitted that Tuppence had made a mistake, but Tuppence later said that he had been exonerated.

Victor Mishcon was a member of the Wolfenden Committee on homosexual law reform in the 1950s. He was a Councillor for Lambeth throughout that Council’s various incarnations, 1945-67. Investigations into the organised abusive of children in the care of Lambeth found that there was endemic sexual abuse of children in care stretching back to the late 1940s which was known about by Councillors but ignored. Mishcon was given a peerage in 1978 by Jim Callaghan. Who, along with his Gov’t, had concealed the abuse of children in care in north Wales and elsewhere. Callaghan knew that George Thomas, a south Wales Labour MP who later became the Speaker of the House, was molesting children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Mishcon was the Labour Home Affairs Spokesman in the Lords, 1983-90 and Shadow Lord Chancellor, 1990-92. Obviously a good mate of Kinnock’s then! The Kinnock who, along with his wife, knew all about the abuses in north Wales – the Kinnock who was at university with Tony Francis… (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

Lord Mishcon’s company acted for Diana during her divorce from Charles.

Tuppence and Mary were now towering figures in Cambridgeshire society. In 1993, Mary was appointed a non-executive Director of Addenbrookes Hospital NHS Trust, a role in which she remained until 1999, when she became Vice-Chairman. She remained in that role until 2002, when she then became Chairman of Cambridge University Hospitals NHS Foundation Trust (incorporating Addenbrookes and Rosie Hospitals), a role she retained until 2012.

Mary and Tuppence knew the dreadful Baroness Trumpington – Trumpers -and her husband Alan Barker. Trumpers is an aristocrat of no ability who constantly screws up on a major scale but made it into the Lords and then into Ministerial office as a result of her friendships with the rich and powerful, as well as all the shit that she had on them. Trumpers is about the only survivor of the Cliveden Set – she was a regular there along with the Russian spies, the call girls and the Royal Family (see posts ’95 Glorious Years’ and ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’).

Trumpers began her political career in the Cambridge Tory Party and was well established there by the time that Tuppence and Mary began their social climb. Trumpers was involved with Addenbrookes alongside Mary. Trumpers’s husband had been Douglas Hurd’s tutor at Eton and Trumpers was given a Gov’t post as a result of this – a post in which Trumpers cocked up and caused offence. Trumpers herself has been honest enough to admit that she owes her whole political career to her friend Thatcher, who elevated her to the peerage although the only real job that Trumpers had previously held was that of a shop assistant in Peter Jones decades previously – from which she was sacked after colluding with someone who regularly relieved the shop of expensive goodies.

Trumpers involved herself with criminal justice and the welfare of vulnerable people including single mothers, children and psychiatric patients. It was Trumpers who as a junior Health Minister gave Jimmy Savile his job on the management Board of Broadmoor. Keith Laverack, a senior manager of Cambridgeshire Social Services, went to prison for child abuse in 1997 (see post ‘The Mentor’). Trumpers sat on Social Services Committees when she was based in Cambridge. For details of Trumpers’s background and the shameless nepotism and concealing of wrongdoing which resulted in her elevation to high office, see post ’95 Glorious Years!’.

 

In 1999 the affair that Tuppence had with actress Sally Farmiloe became public and in July 2001 the Indie published allegations that Tuppence and his wife had always had an open marriage.

In 1999 – once the Waterhouse Inquiry had finished hearing evidence from the witnesses who, if they were former kids in care in north Wales were aggressively cross-examined by barristers acting for the people who had abused them and the institutions which spent years concealing the abuse, called liars and trashed in every way possible – Tuppence had been selected by the Conservative Party as candidate for the London Mayoral Election of 2000.  Tuppence had the support of Thatcher, Major and Hague. Hague – who when he was Secretary of State for Wales had orchestrated the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry – described Tuppence as a man of ‘probity and integrity’. Eight Conservative ex-Cabinet Ministers who had been in office during the Thatcher and Major Governments wrote to The Daily Telegraph in support of Tuppence’s candidature.

However, on 21 Nov 1999 the News Of The World published allegations made by Ted Francis, a former friend of Tuppence’s, that Tuppence had committed perjury in his 1987 libel case. Tuppence withdrew his candidature the following day. After the allegations, Tuppence was disowned by his party. Conservative leader Hague explained: ‘This is the end of politics for Jeffrey Archer. I will not tolerate such behaviour in my party.’  On 4 Feb 2000, Tuppence was expelled from the party for five years.

On 9 Feb 2000 the Waterhouse Report was submitted to Paul Murphy, the Secretary of State for Wales, who told everyone that he was ever so grateful that the truth had been revealed and that no cover-up had taken place. Although one hell of a cover-up had taken place and all the witnesses knew this, just to be on the safe side Alun Michael – the First Secretary who had been imposed on Wales by Tony Blair lest anyone chose Rhodri Morgan – resigned immediately that the Report was handed in anyway.

In Sept 2000, Tuppence was charged with perjury and perverting the course of justice during the 1987 libel trial. Ted Francis was charged with perverting the course of justice. Simultaneously, Tuppence starred in a production of his own courtroom play staged at London’s Theatre Royal Haymarket.

The perjury trial began on 30 May 2001. Monica Coghlan had died on 27 April 2001. On 26 April 2001, drug addict Gary Day crashed a stolen Jaguar S-type into Coghlan’s Ford Fiesta outside Huddersfield, West Yorkshire. Day, 32, had robbed a pharmacy for drugs, then hijacked two cars using a fake pistol: first a Peugeot taxi, which he crashed into a parked Land Rover, then the Jaguar from a motorist who had stopped at the first crash scene to help. Coghlan’s car was catapulted over a wall. She lay in the wreck for an hour and had to be cut out of the wreckage through the car roof. She died from her injuries the next day in a hospital in Leeds, aged 50. Day admitted manslaughter and was sentenced to life imprisonment at Bradford Court by Judge Norman Jones on 6 July 2001. Ben Crosland was Counsel for the defence.

There had been previous allegations that Gary Day had been trying to get himself back in prison. He had convictions going back to 1980 and told police that he had never passed a driving test.

The beauty of a fatal accident caused by a ne’er do well with drug problems and a terrible criminal record is that no-one asks too many questions, even when the fatality is a key witness in a forthcoming high profile trial in which Tuppence will be in the dock and who died after the crash in a hospital in a region in which Jimmy Savile and his mates ran the NHS.

Furthermore if the fatality is someone like Monica who has had a hard life, brushes with the law and can be dismissed as ‘that type of person’, the death is just attributed to her ‘lifestyle’. This was the explanation given for every death of a former child in care or psych patient in north Wales – every one of whom had evidence of very serious wrongdoing by the professional middle classes and sometimes politicians and celebs. What people missed was that once someone fell into the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, they were fitted up for offences, hounded out of jobs and often made homeless. When I first encountered Dafydd I was a postgraduate student who had never been in trouble with the law in my life. Within three years Alun Davies referred to ‘your type’ when he spoke to me – well yes, I’d been illegally imprisoned in psychiatric hospitals twice, fitted up for crimes that I hadn’t committed, forced out of my job and someone had made a number of attempts to set fire to my house.

As a result of the activities of the paedophile gang of which Peter Morrison was a member, I gained a great deal of knowledge about my type. And I know exactly why so many of them ended up in prison or dead. And Fatty Davies might be interested to know that it was unrelated to their genes, to their intelligence, lack of formal education or indeed long term mental health problems. It was because they were being killed to stop them talking.

You Fatty were a thick as pigshit NHS clerk from George Thomas’s part of the world who ended up landing jobs that you could not do and should never have been given because you were involved in serious organised crime. I am delighted that you do not categorise me as being of your type, I’ll stick with my type thanks and I’ll carry on blogging about what you did to us.

Three people in my circle who were witness to the criminality in north Wales were killed in car crashes. The first one was my house mate at university who was killed in 1985 whilst she was driving along a country lane in Shropshire. A car travelling on Anne’s side of the road went straight into her. Anne was killed and her former boyfriend Geoff who was a passenger was left brain damaged and paralysed. The man who smashed into Anne escaped with a broken arm. He was never prosecuted and there was no investigation. Anne died after Dr DGE Wood yelled at me to leave north Wales and forget about everything that had happened there. Just before that, Wood told me that he always knew Anne’s car when he saw it because it was a white beetle with transfers of black choughs on the doors. We lived near the same village as Wood.

The second person was killed in 1995 when he was hit by a car near Bethesda when he was walking along a road one evening. This young man was witness to Gwynedd Social Services, the North Wales Police, a Gwynedd County Councillor, the mental health services, the North Wales Housing Association and the Bethesda GPs colluding to conceal a number of cases of child sexual abuse being perpetrated by different members of the same family as well as the removal of a baby from the care of his father who was another witness to the abuse – on the basis of false allegations of abuse. The full details of this story can be read in my post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’.

The third person was the adult son of a former neighbour of mine near Bethesda who knew the details of the same case. He crashed his lorry one evening – no other vehicles were involved, he was known to be a safe and competent driver and the accident was attributed to heavy rain. The dead man also had knowledge of a people trafficking racket which his own brother had been involved with.

Shortly after Brown’s brother accompanied me on a visit to the North Wales Hospital where as ever Dafydd wasn’t available and no-one knew when he would be, Brown’s brother was hitching outside a motorway service station when a car with young men in whom he did not recognise drove straight at him. He literally jumped into a bush next to him which saved his life. He later emigrated after another few attempts were made on his life.

Not that one has to be dispossessed to find oneself in a fatal car accident about which questions are never answered. It can even happen to a Princess who’s been staying at the Paris Ritz and whose chauffeur-driven car meets a white Fiat Uno whilst travelling through a tunnel at a high speed. The coroner who conducted the final inquest on Di and Dodi to stop all the bellyaching once and for all was Lord Thomas Scott Baker. It was the first inquest that Thomas Scott Baker had ever done – there’s nothing like beginning at the top is there. Scott Baker had spent many enjoyable years working as a judge in the family courts and in 1995 imprisoned Susan Brooke, one of Dafydd’s victims, in a case that raised so many questions that only Dafydd could have been at the centre of it (see posts ‘So Whose Path Had Susan Brooke Crossed?’,’More On The Susan Brooke Case’ and ‘Update On The Cases of Susan Brooke And Sara Thornton’).

Sir Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary spent a lifetime at Buck House as a Lady-in-Waiting to HM Lilibet.

 

Ted Francis claimed that Tuppence had asked him to provide a false alibi for the night that Tuppence was alleged to have been with Monica Coghlan. Angela Peppiatt, Tuppence’s former personal assistant, also claimed Tuppence had fabricated an alibi in the 1987 trial. Peppiatt had kept a diary of Tuppence’s movements, which contradicted evidence given during the 1987 trial. Andrina Colquhoun, Tuppence’s former mistress, confirmed that they had been having an affair in the 1980s, thus contradicting the claim that he and Mary Archer had been ‘happily married’ at the time of the trial.

Tuppence never spoke during the trial, though his wife Mary again gave evidence as she had done during the 1987 trial. On 19 July 2001, Tuppence was found guilty of perjury and perverting the course of justice at the 1987 trial. He was sentenced to four years’ imprisonment by Mr Justice Potts. Ted Francis was found not guilty. Prominent journalists admitted to having accepted Tuppence’s hospitality after he was convicted.

Those who were named as having attended Tuppence’s parties included Thatch, Major, Tebs, Ken Clarke, Andrew Rawnsley and Simon Hoggart.  Guests were described as ‘politicians, editors, political editors’ and others including celebs and archbishops even. No-one admitted to remembering seeing Peter Morrison at Tuppence’s knees-ups, but as Morrison dined regularly with Thatch and her family, I can’t imagine that Tuppence would have forgotten to send him an invitation.

Robin Oakley, the BBC’s Political Editor, went on holiday with Tuppence.

Colquhoun’s and Peppiatt’s evidence at Tuppence’s Old Bailey trial made it quite clear that Tuppence and Mary really did not experience the sort of domestic bliss that Justice Cocklecarrot conjured up in 1987 as he spluttered about green leatherette suits.

Andrina Colquhoun was Tuppence’s mistress for eight years. Colquhoun was raised amid the aristocracy, trained as a fashion photographer, appeared in gossip columns and is said to have attended 300 parties in her debutante year. On the night that Lord Lucan disappeared, Colquhoun was waiting for him at the Clermont Club. They had been due to dine together. In police interviews she insisted they were not lovers; she said she did not want to become involved with a married man with children. This was not something with which she concerned herself when she met Tuppence in 1979, while working for Terence Conran as his PA.

According to Angela Peppiatt – who I will come to shortly – she was his ‘live-in London person’, one half of the double life that saw him in London Monday to Friday before returning to Mary at Grantchester at weekends. In 1982 Tuppence appointed Colquhoun as his PA in response to rumblings in the gossip columns.

In 1984, when promotion to Deputy Chairman of the Tory Party beckoned, Tuppence dumped Colquhoun, saying he needed to ‘tidy up his life’. He gave her his BMW and number plate, ANY 1 – and then went back on his word to Mary and Thatch by continuing to see her.

In 1999, when news broke of Ted Francis’ false alibi Colquhoun was ‘horrified’ to find herself at the centre of the storm. She was by then married to Robert Waddington whom she met in 1985 while the affair with Tuppence was in full swing.

Ted Francis said his alibi was intended to conceal a Tuppence dinner with Colquhoun from Mary. In his resignation statement Tuppence said he had been with a female friend, ‘whose identity is known to the News of the World’. Andrina was named in all the papers the next day.

At the Old Bailey Andrina said she had been in Greece with Waddington when Tuppence said he was with her.

Angela Peppiatt was Tuppence’s PA before and during the 1987 libel action against the Star. Peppiatt was deeply entwined in the conspiracy that Tuppence hatched to win the case, but for 14 years she kept silent about the lies and deceptions she had carried out on his behalf. When police investigating Ted Francis’ allegations approached her in Dec 1999 she fessed up. Peppiatt was the key prosecution witness.

 Peppiatt was hired by Tuppence in 1985. Tuppence was a busy bee with politics and novels, property and theatrical interests, a wife, a mistress and other girlfriends. Peppiatt ran Tuppence’s diary, organised other staff, paid bills from a ‘picnic basket’ of signed chequebooks, wined and dined political and business contacts, bought presents for his girlfriends and lied on his behalf to his mistress and his wife.

She helped Tuppence manufacture trial statements by researching TV schedules so he could pretend he was at home watching TV when he wasn’t, and organised payments to Stacpoole, who was banished to Paris during the 1987 libel action. Peppiatt maintained that: ‘You don’t say no to Jeffrey. You’re either part of his team, or you’re out.’ Tuppence turned to Peppiatt when he decided to forge a diary when he was under pressure to produce one. However, Tuppence was unaware that Peppiatt took copies of the forged documents and wrote a statement detailing her actions. She also kept other documents.

Peppiatt enjoyed a generous salary and expenses and wrote out a £10,000 bonus for herself six months after she forged the diary. She claimed to be ‘deeply ashamed’ in court. Tuppence and his accountants knew what she was doing and tolerated it. But in the winter of 1987 Tuppence stopped her bonus, salary and expenses cheques and accused her of spending money on gifts for herself. Peppiatt quit the job.

Following Tuppence’s conviction, a number of people asked why Mary wasn’t facing perjury charges as well. It can only have been because Justice Cocklecarrot fancied a bit of that and anyway folk like Mary don’t go to prison even if once in a blue moon their husbands do. If Mary had have gone to prison, she would have been in danger of being visited by her mate Trumpers, who was a prison visitor.

Tuppence was initially sent to Belmarsh, a Category A prison, but was moved to Wayland, a Category C prison in Norfolk on 9 Aug 2001. Despite automatically qualifying as a category  D prisoner given it was a first conviction and he did not pose serious risk of harm to the public, his status as a category D prisoner was suspended pending a police investigation into his Kurdish charity. Tuppence was transferred to  the open prison North Sea Camp in Oct 2001. From there he was let out to work at the Theatre Royal in Lincoln and allowed occasional home visits.

Media reports claimed he had been abusing this privilege by attending lunches with friends, including former Education Secretary Gillian Shephard. In September 2002 Tuppence was transferred to a Category B prison, Lincoln. After three weeks, he was moved to the Category D Hollesley Bay in Suffolk.

During his imprisonment, Tuppence was visited by a number of high-profile friends, including actor Donald Sinden and Barry Humphries aka Dame Edna. On 9 Oct 2012, Donald Sinden celebrated his 89th birthday and his retirement after 30 years as President of the Royal Theatrical Fund with a celebration lunch for 350 guests at the Park Lane Hotel, London. Tuppence conducted the charity auction and a tribute letter from HM Queen Lilibet was read out. Julian Fellowes delivered a speech. Sinden’s funeral in 2014 was attended by Judi Dench, who is Patron of the St James’s Singers, the choir of which Robert Bluglass and his wife are members. Tuppence read the eulogy. Sinden had been a member of the Garrick since 1960.

In Oct 2002, Tuppence repaid the Daily Star the £500,000 damages he had received in 1987, as well as legal costs and interest of £1.3 million. 

On 21 July 2003, Tuppence was released on licence from Hollesley Bay after serving half of his sentence. He remained a peer, there being no legal provision through which his title or indeed he could be removed. Tuppence also retained membership of the Lords, which did not then have the power to expel members.

When Tuppence was released on licence, I was on bail for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’ after I’d told his secretary that he was a fat idiot. Davies told anyone who would listen that I would be receiving a 7 year prison sentence. It all kicked off in 2002 and the case circulated around the north Wales courts for nearly two years and resulted from numerous mental health staff in north Wales lying in police statements. The case collapsed on the first day of the trial when the prosecution withdrew the allegations and accepted that I had indeed simply told Davies’s secretary that he was a fat idiot. There was no investigation into anyone for conspiracy to pervert the course of justice. I was told later that the prosecution changed their mind about putting me on trial after a member of staff at the Hergest Unit came forward with evidence that they had witnessed the plan to frame me and stated that if the trial went ahead they would go public on the abuse of patients at the Hergest Unit.

Huw Daniel, the Presiding judge, was clearly livid when the threats to kill charge was dropped and roared and bellowed his way through the rest of the hearing. Daniel sentenced me to more than 100 hours of community service and issued a legally invalid court order banning me from NHS premises in Gwynedd. He also claimed that Alun Davies and his family were ‘victims’ of mine. I only even knew that Davies had a family because of allegations circulating around north Wales that Davies was securing his relatives positions in the regional NHS through nepotism. For details see posts ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’ and ‘Behind The Scenes Regarding Those Legal Happenings’.

Whilst on community service I met a few more people who had been fitted up and heard much about the wrongdoing of Huw Daniel, as well as about a solicitor in Caernarfon whom it was alleged was abusing children with the full knowledge of the police and the rest of the legal profession (see post ‘Discussions On The Minibus – And A Revealing Letter’).

Years later, I discovered that after the court case, someone had unlawfully amended the PNC and recorded a conviction of ‘violent disorder’ against me. A certificate of indictment had also been forged by someone in Chester Court stating that I had pleaded guilty to this offence. I wrote to the North Wales Police legal services division more than a year ago about this but nothing has been resolved. Although I had no idea that my criminal record had been forged, Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust knew all about it years ago, but Martin hasn’t told me HOW he knew about it.

In March 1997 there was a trial of a paedophile ring underway at Chester Crown Court. One of those later imprisoned was Keith Laverack, a senior manager for Cambridgeshire Social Services. The Presiding Judge lifted reporting restrictions despite police concerns that this would threaten the rest of the investigation (see post ‘The Mentor’). That judge was Huw Daniel.

As Samantha Fox might have said in 1984, ‘ere what is it with Huw Daniel ‘elping paedophiles?’

Would you like to tell us Huw?

Huw Daniel was the prosecuting Counsel in the 1985 case of the Rev Emyr Owen – a Minister from Tywyn, who was both gay and a bit more honest than this bunch of shites – when Emyr was framed and imprisoned for a series of offences involving the penises of corpses for which there was absolutely no evidence and which would have been a physiological impossibility anyway (see posts ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’ and ‘Updates, Common Themes And News, May 5 2017′).

After a lifetime of service on the endemically corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, Huw Daniel was appointed Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd! In this capacity, Huw Daniel organised a lunch for HM Lilibet when she visited Gwynedd a few years ago. Daniel booked the Management Centre at Bangor University for the occasion and one of my friends was working there at the time. He told me that Daniel was the most ridiculous bully and boar and that he was constantly on the phone blustering at them all. Huw – not only did I hear all about it, but you were a source of entertainment because whilst you were organising HM Lilibet’s lunch, my office in a neighbouring building was decorated with newspaper headlines, satirical photos etc of YOU!!!

After Lilibet’s visit, a number of ignoramuses of that parish complained bitterly that the University authorities had not made more of Lilibet parking her bum in the Management Centre for 60 mins whilst she was on her way  to the main event in Llandudno and how disgusting it was that the VC had not participated in the ritual photocall. I wondered if it was at all related to the fact that Gwynedd’s biggest paedophiles’ friend was accompanying her whilst dressed up like General Pinochet. You fucking fool Daniel, half of Bangor University knew about you trying to fit me up on behalf of a paedophile gang.

Let’s hear it for the British judiciary!

Huw Daniel’s father was J.E. Daniel, theologian and preacher, a legend in his own lunchtime, or at least that lunchtime which his son shared with Lilibet. J.E. Daniel became Chairman of Plaid Cymru 1939, holding the position until 1943. In 1946, Daniel was appointed as an inspector of schools, with special responsibility for classics and religious education. Now that would have been an interesting job at a time when a whole host of religious leaders were concealing child abuse in a region with one hell of a problem in that sphere. J.E. Daniel died as the result of a road accident in Flintshire in Feb 1962.

CRASH! Although how that was managed I don’t know, J. E. Daniel would have been about the only man with a car on the road at that time…

J. E. Daniel was an academic at the Bala Theological College. The father of Alun Ffred – former AM for Caernarfon (later renamed Arfon) and at present Chairman of Plaid – and Dafydd Iwan was associated with Bala Theological College. Dafydd Iwan is the former leader of Gwynedd County Council and was President of Plaid, 2003-08. Dafydd Iwan is famed for his folk songs. Offerings include ‘Carlo’, a derogatory ditty about Prince Charles written to celebrate the Investiture in 1969, ‘Saesneg yn Esensial’, a satire on the English language being prioritised above Welsh and ‘Ciosg Talysarn’, a number about the phone box in Talysarn which was reputed to be bugged by MI5. Ever the freedom fighter, Dafydd Iwan also wrote a tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones!

I have explained in previous posts how it has now been admitted that the security services were concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well as Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s part in it. All phone boxes were being bugged in north Wales – including the one at Rachub, which was used by me to keep Brown etc updated on what was happening to me and by another resident of that village to repeatedly make representation to Gwynedd Health Authority, to the North Wales Police and to Crimestoppers, about the criminal activities of Dafydd Alun Jones but whose pleas for help were ignored.

On one of the many occasions that I found myself in the cells at Bangor Police Station after having been arrested upon the demands of the paedophile gang, the cells were packed after a near riot had occurred in Bangor. The aggro was because a folk singer had been arrested after the police planted an incendiary device on his property. Initial rumours named Dafydd Iwan as being the man who was fitted up by the British state. It was actually Bryn Fon.

Why would the British state have ever wanted Dafydd Iwan taken out of action?

 

While in prison, Tuppence wrote a three volume memoir. His prison term also served as inspiration for nine short stories.

In July 2001, shortly after Tuppence was jailed for perjury, Scotland Yard began investigating allegations that millions of pounds had disappeared from his Kurdish charity. In 1991, Tuppence had claimed to have raised £57,042,000. In 1992, the Kurdish Disaster Fund had written to Tuppence complaining: ‘You must be concerned that the Kurdish refugees have seen hardly any of the huge sums raised in the west in their name’. Kurdish groups claimed little more than £250,000 had been received by groups in Iraq.

The British Red Cross commissioned  a KPMG audit which showed that no donations were handled by Tuppence and any misappropriation was ‘unlikely’. Thank God for that, or Tuppence and the Red Cross could have been in trouble there. Nonetheless KPMG could find no evidence to support Tuppence’s claims to have raised £31.5 million from overseas governments. The police said that they would launch a ‘preliminary assessment of the facts’ from the audit but were not investigating the Simple Truth fund.

In 2004, the Gov’t of Equatorial Guinea alleged that Tuppence was one of the financiers of the failed 2004 coup against it, citing bank details and telephone records as evidence. In 2009, Tuppence said: ‘I am completely relaxed about it. Mr Mann [Simon Mann, the English mercenary leader of the coup] has made clear that it’s nothing to do with me.’ In 2011, Mann, who was jailed in Equatorial Guinea for his role in leading the failed 2004 coup but was released on humanitarian grounds in 2009, told The Daily Telegraph that his forthcoming book, ‘Cry Havoc’, would reveal ‘the financial involvement of a controversial and internationally famous member of the British House of Lords in the plot, backed up by banking records.’ Mann claimed that documents from the bank accounts in Guernsey of two companies Mann used as vehicles for organising the coup, showed a ‘J H Archer’ paying $135,000 into one of the firms.

Mann was forced to remove some of the text from his book by his publisher, but he did speak to the Guardian about the coup attempt in 2013. Another person involved with that attempted coup was a man known to his friends as Stinker – Sir Mark Thatcher. Stinker had financed the helicopters that were to be used in the overthrow attempt – he was convicted in a South African court, fined $500,000 and given a 4 year suspended prison sentence. Simon Mann maintained that not only did Stinker play a much bigger part in the attempted coup than Stinker ever admitted but Stinker’s mother was right behind the plan. Mann maintains that he went to visit Thatch at her house in Belgravia and she likened the planned coup to the development of the Docklands in the 1980s – everything and everyone had to go. Mann also claimed that Thatch was trying to persuade he and Stinker to support a plan to overthrow Hugo Chavez.

 

In Feb 2006, on Andrew Marr’s Sunday AM TV programme, Tuppence said that he had no interest in returning to front-line politics and would pursue his writing instead.

Since 2010 Tuppence has written the first draft of each new book at his villa in Majorca.

Between 2005 and 2008, Mary led a pioneering NHS-funded initiative to create patient decision aids for patients with localised prostate cancer (or BPH). She was founder director of Cambridge University Health Partners, 2009–2012 and was Deputy Chairman of ACT (Addenbrooke’s Charitable Trust) from 1997-2015. She is currently leading a group to create an online PDA and information/advice for bladder cancer patients in Addenbrooke’s Hospital and across the Anglia Cancer Network.

Mary became Dame Mary in the 2012 Birthday Honours for services to the NHS.

In late 2013, Tuppence was diagnosed with prostate cancer. He underwent a successful operation to remove his prostate in Dec 2013 at Addenbrooke’s Hospital, Cambridge, and subsequently made a full recovery. In 2010, his wife, Mary, had been diagnosed with bladder cancer and in 2011 Mary had her bladder removed. She appears to have made a full recovery.

Mary is Chair of Imperial College Health Partners’ Expert Advisory Board, and a Trustee of the UK Stem Cell Foundation. In 2014 she joined Hydrodec Group plc as a non-executive Director. She remains a fellow of Newnham College, Cambridge and is a visiting Professor at Imperial College, London. She has been an honorary fellow at St Anne’s College, Oxford since 2013. She serves on the DTI’s energy advisory group and a Committee to ‘promote science’.

Shortly after I wrote my recent blog post about the fraud that I witnessed whilst I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign and how I recently discovered that my work has appeared with Professor Nicola Curtin’s name on it, a lady at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Medical School of whom I had never heard until a few days ago and who most definitely was not part of the project that it is claimed that she worked with me on (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK), Tuppence and Mary appeared in the Mail Online. Tuppence explained how important it is for men to Get Tested and that he had no symptoms of prostate cancer at all but he Got Tested and bugger me, he found that his PSA levels were through the roof, so he’s had his prostate removed and he’s thankful for that.

When I read this my first thought was that Mary had wreaked a Terrible Revenge upon Tuppence – it was Mary who ordered Tuppence to Get Tested and if Tuppence has had his prostate removed he’ll be impotent and doubly incontinent. That’s worth putting up with if you really do have cancer, but Mary Archer will know that there is great concern over the PSA test, because it is throwing up a lot of false positives. It has been admitted that men with benign prostatic hypertrophy – which affects nearly all men as they get older – have been told that they had cancer when they didn’t and have been given needless surgery which has done damage.

But another thought has occurred to me.

Mary is involved with Imperial College. Those people whom I witnessed participating in research fraud and misconduct at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School/CRC are now leading lights at Imperial College and in cancer research (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ described what I believe was a major research fraud committed by the late Dame Julia Polak – who worked at Hammersmith and then at Imperial. Polak was the person with the worst reputation at Hammersmith in terms of dishonesty, ruthlessness and plagiarism. Polak subsequently became famous as a result of what I believe was a massive fraud and established a huge charity on the basis of it all.

Mary is leading prostate cancer initiatives.

Tuppence has lied and lied throughout his career – he went to prison because he lied in court. It was later demonstrated that Mary knew that Tuppence was lying when she backed him up and people were curious as to how Mary had avoided a charge of perjury herself. Tuppence and Mary will say pretty much anything if they will benefit from it.

Has Tuppence REALLY had his prostate removed? Has Mary even had her bladder removed as claimed? They both seem to have made miraculous recoveries, as did dear old Dame Julia. I think more questions should be asked about Tuppence and Mary’s miracle cures and their outstanding NHS treatment at a time when the NHS was demonstrated to be a very flawed beast – particularly as the medical miracles were such good adverts for Mary’s career.

Has she elegance? Has she fragrance? Mary might not be clad in a green leatherette suit, but it was the lady in green leatherette who was telling the truth in 1987.

CRASH! There’s one problem solved.

 

 

BBC News Online has recently reported on the Australian migrant children and how there ‘demands for justice’ for them and requests that they be paid compensation. Last century large numbers of disadvantaged kids from the UK – frequently from inner London, but from other places as well – were removed from their families and sent to Australia, often simply because they were in serious poverty. Their parents were told of the wonderful new life that their children would have in Australia – this was still happening in the 1970s, but people stress that it happened ‘in the 1950s’. Numerous kids were abused sexually and physically in their new ‘homes’ in Australia. The authorities in the UK knew that this was happening but kept a firm lid on it until very recently. Once the abusers had all died. Now what does that remind me of?

‘Justice and compensation for the victims.’ How can there be justice when the crimes have been committed and were committed with the knowledge of the British state? Compensation? Most of the folk involved are now elderly. What are they supposed to spend the compensation on – a good funeral, Kray-like with posh horses whose manes have been plaited pulling a grand coach containing the coffin?

Professor Alex Jay is determined to get to the truth. So that’s why Dame Mary is sitting on a Gov’t Committee ‘promoting science’, why my friends are dead and why I have a forged criminal record which no-one will investigate.

 

Now that I have blogged even more about the way in which people in Westminster destroyed Wales, I’ll just repeat something that Johnny Rotten said as he appeared on stage at the Brixton Academy back in the 1970s:

‘Hello London – how the fuck are you?’

Don’t even tempt me to take a leaf out of the book of Sid Vicious a la that film clip of him gunning down the crowd and leaving behind screaming chaos as he departed…

Just A Language Divide?

I was an undergrad at UCNW (now Bangor University) between 1981-84.

When I arrived to study at Bangor in Oct 1981 I knew very little about Welsh politics or the battles over the Welsh language. I was aware that there was a struggle going on because the English media had of course reported on the Meibion Glyndwr firebombing campaign and I remember that an insulting letter had been published in (I think) the Daily Telegraph asserting that absolutely no-one spoke Welsh any longer, that the demands of Welsh language campaigners were fatuous nonsense and a manifestation of ‘extremist’ politics. A furious response was elicited from north Wales and I remembered that someone – a Council leader or Mayor or someone in some such position – had appeared on TV presenting his case in Welsh. There were a lot of Welsh teachers at my school in Somerset but nearly all of them were from south Wales and I can only think of one from the north who probably spoke Welsh.

When I went for my interview at Bangor I wandered around the town and was able to report back to everyone in Somerset that yes, they do speak Welsh, I heard it in every shop that I entered and it really was not a case of ‘we went in a pub where they were all speaking English but as soon as we went in they started speaking Welsh’. I also noticed the graffiti all over Top College screaming ‘English Go Home’ – there were slogans in Welsh as well, but obviously I didn’t know what they said. However I did manage to work out what the notices insisting on ‘Dim Smygu’ meant and my translation was confirmed when I heard Welsh people reiterating the instruction as ‘dim smocio’.

When I arrived at Bangor to live and study, the bad feeling between some Welsh speaking students and the rest of the college could not be missed. The student newspaper was reporting on a huge punch-up that had taken place the term previously, in which a student from south Wales had been chucked through a window in the Students Union by a group of students from north Wales. The man who had gone through the window had been trying to intervene in a dispute between a group of Welsh speaking students and English students. The man from south Wales had told the Welsh speakers ‘I’m Welsh too’ – he was informed that ‘You’re not fucking Welsh’ and was thrown through the window.

One of the halls of residence was a Welsh speaking hall and it was made quite clear that if non-Welsh speakers crossed the threshold we’d be thumped. In terms of student protests, all the action took place at the Welsh speaking hall – at one point the students conducted quite an impressive sit-in which lasted a long time. They were sustained by food and essentials being delivered to them through the upper floor windows by their mates who had set up a system using ropes and pulleys. From time to time groups of Welsh speaking students would tour the university and tear down every notice that was written in English.

After a while I learnt that there was rather more to what was going on than was made public. Rats! It’s ‘that woman’ (as Dafydd used to refer to me) again – she’s been digging…

I found out that students had applied to live in the Welsh hall because understandably they liked the idea of living in a Welsh speaking environment – but that the hall was dominated by a small group of complete bastards of whom all the other students were terrified and who were making their lives a misery. The bastards were alleged to be out of control and one of them – I think that they were all male – was seriously violent. The non-bastards lived in fear of being seen socialising with us. The Welsh students had their own Students Union – it was above the Belle Vue pub – and they would not set foot in our Students Union. The rule was enforced by a three line whip from the bastards and a kicking would be applied to anyone defying orders.

Years later I discovered that the Principal of UCNW, Sir Charles Evans – Dafydd and Gwynne’s mate, who was kind enough to allow so many people involved in the facilitating of a paedophile and sex trafficking gang to set up home in the college – was perceived to have handled the grievances of the Welsh speaking students so badly that his intransigence had made the situation much, much worse. Charles Evans had grown up in north Wales, was a Welsh speaker himself, went to Shrewsbury School and then to Oxford University. He had worked as a neurosurgeon in Liverpool (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Charles Evans was one of the 1953 conquering heroes of Everest – the leader of the Everest expedition was Lord John Hunt who worked for the security services and later became the Commander of Sandhurst (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy’) – and took the view that the best way of doing things was to do what you wanted and bloody well ensure that the rest of the world did what it was told. This no doubt stood him in very good stead when he was climbing mountains and it probably helped when he developed multiple sclerosis as well, but it wasn’t the best way of managing a university whilst employing some of your mates who were running a paedophile gang.

I have mentioned previously that in 1979 the problems at UCNW were so severe that Dafydd Wigley, the then MP for Caernarfon, demanded that Shirley Williams, then then Secretary of State for Education, hold an inquiry into the management of the college. It didn’t happen and the chaos and unhappiness continued. It would of course all have been brought to an end if anyone had blown the whistle on the paedophile gang which were supplying children to civil servants and politicians, some of which would soon hold office in Thatcher’s Gov’t. But no-one did because they were all so bloody compromised, Shirl and Dafydd Wigley included.

Not only did I find out that the Welsh speaking students were boycotting the English Students Union, but they were also refusing to use the Student Health Centre – the Health Centre which was run by Dr DGE Wood and employed Gwynne the lobotomist, who were facilitating the paedophile gang. By 1983/84, the Welsh students were going so apeshit about the Student Health Centre that they were demanding the sacking of DGE Wood. Wood was furious – his story was that they were ‘Welsh extremists’ and wanted him out because he didn’t speak Welsh. From what I know about matters north Wales, that is often the excuse used to demand someone’s removal when there is a rather bigger problem which no-one dares actually admit to. It can be used to remove someone honest who is in danger of uncovering a barrel of shite – but it is also used to remove someone causing serious problems who is enjoying the protection of the highest echelons and cannot be removed any other way. What if some of those Welsh students knew about the paedophile gang and Wood assisting Dafydd and Gwynne into forcing young women into prostitution? The issue between the Welsh students and the Student Health Centre COULDN’T have really been language – Gwynne, like Dafydd, was from north Wales, spoke Welsh and made a great pretence of defending all things and all people Welsh. The Student Health Centre nurse Liz Stables was from Anglesey and her first language was Welsh – she too staunchly defended everything Welsh.  Things got so bad that the University dispatched Liz up to the Welsh Students Union in an attempt to get them to drop their opposition to Wood and tempt them into the Student Health Centre. They did not succumb.

Wood was completely shafting English students who did not know about Dafydd and Gwynne and their dreadful reputation. Whilst giving every pretence of being a sensible rather conservative old fashioned GP, Wood sent certain students whom he targeted into the hands of a brutal sex trafficking gang, at a time before the general public were ever aware that such practices existed in the UK. He then systematically wrecked the lives of anyone who dared complain or caught a glimpse of the enormity of the wrongdoing. Wood even arranged jobs abroad for some people to get them out of the way even when the idea of emigrating horrified them and they were barely coping with life in the UK. A student whom I knew at Bangor found out about the corruption in the North Wales Police – she and her house mate had been constantly threatened, harassed and stitched up by the drug squad and I suspect that they realised that this was part of something much bigger. She infuriated Wood because she refused to go to Australia to take up a job that he was attempting to coerce her into accepting. Her housemate left Bangor to take up a job in the US – which as I remember was something to do with Wood’s wife, who was a lecturer in the School of Plant Biology. I’d be most interested to find out whether those two women are still alive – or whether, like so many people who knew that something terrible was going on in north Wales at that time, they have been killed in car accidents/found dead of drug overdoses/not managed to survive heroic attempts of Top Doctors to save their lives but instead have succumbed to conditions which other people usually survive.

Wood’s victims were English because the sort of better educated Welsh speakers whose children went to Bangor to study would never have handed their own children over to Dafydd and Gwynne.

This was brought home to me a few years ago when someone whom I became friends with in my 40s told me that she had begun a degree in music at Bangor in 1981, but withdrew after a truly unhappy time. She was a Welsh speaker, had been terrorised by the intimidating bastards in the Welsh speaking hall, had alleged that Professor William Matthias the Great was trying it on with the students and she had ended up with serious depression. Her mum and dad looked after her at home on the grounds that under no circumstances was she going to see the psychiatrist at UCNW – Gwynne the lobotomist. His reputation was well-known in Wales – it was English people who were fed bollocks by Wood about Gwynne’s ‘considerable success’.

I have mentioned the very bad behaviour of a small number of Welsh speaking students. There were a small number of self-appointed leaders of the English speaking students who might like to explain a few things to the police even after all these years.

Fiona Woolmer, the Wimmin’s Officer, who bombarded female undergrads with shite that she believed was coming from a feminist perspective. Woolmer knew all about the St David’s laundry (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) and it was Fiona who was producing the literature to give to female students with advice on how to obtain an abortion privately in Chester because abortions could not be obtained anywhere in north Wales on the NHS. She will have known that this was a result of the crazed, abusive local Top Doctors and she will have known about the bloody trade in local disadvantaged girls and women – including the victims of the paedophile gang – and in their babies. Unless she was completely daft she will also have understood the horror within the arrangement that women seeking an abortion on the NHS had to stay at the North Wales Hospital to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd – although they would be denied an abortion anyway, because of the Top Doctors arrangement. Like me, Fiona must have realised that there was an issue of disappearing babies. Fiona didn’t utter a word about any of it.

Duncan Orme, the Welfare Officer – who the last I heard just a few years ago was the Financial Director for an NHS Trust in Staffordshire. Duncan was the first person apart from Brown whom I consulted about Gwynne the lobotomist. Duncan admitted that Gwynne was a disaster and he confirmed that there had been attempted suicides because of Williams’s conduct. When I did not back down and stated that I did not intend to withdraw my complaint Duncan told me that I would get a ‘bad name’ for myself if I didn’t keep quiet about this, crapped himself and fled.

Well Duncan, who do you think has ended up with a bad name now then? Someone who was targeted by a gang of paedophiles and by a miracle survived whilst many more of their victims were found dead, or a dipstick like you who is working in a senior capacity in the most disgraced region of the UK’s NHS, which has become a byword for patients dying as a result of the decisions taken by you and your colleagues?

Fran Tate. Tate became the Welfare Officer after I graduated and remained there for years. Fran also worked for the CAB when she was young – and I am told has returned there again now that she has retired. The CAB which included among its senior managers Lucille Hughes – Dafydd’s mistress, former Director of Gwynedd Social Services and facilitator of the paedophile gang. Tate ended up as Head of Student Services and spent many happy years conducting personal vendettas against people who had spilt the paedophiles’ pints – she came after me on two occasions (see post ‘Disability Support’).

Some years ago allegations flew after Tate was appointed to a job in the University for which she wasn’t qualified and couldn’t do, but for which she was paid an awful lot of money. I was told variously that she had dirt on the VC, dirt on the VC’s wife and dirt on a friend of the VC. No, I very much doubt that she did – all three of those people had spilt the paedophiles’ pints themselves and one of them ended up dying at the hands of the Top Doctors. Fran was a mate of Dafydd and Lucille’s network and that gets people a long way, including into the Lords. So how did Fran wangle a job if the most senior person in the University was not a paedophiles’ friend? Quite simply – the VC’s wife died and whilst she was dying, for many months Bangor University was run by the Senior PVC, the late Professor Fergus Lowe. Fungus could not be described as a paedophiles’ friend, because Fungus wasn’t anybody’s friend. However Fungus had overthrown Dafydd in the School of Psychology back in the 1980s and had implemented an equally tyrannical regime built on his knowledge of the paedophiles’ friends and their activities (see post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’). Fungus wasn’t as thick as many of those we know and love and he wasn’t a member of the Mafia of Drips either – he’ll have known everything about all of them and will have used it in every way that he could. Fran bagged the job that everybody knew that she shouldn’t have had whilst Fungus had his hands on the organs of government at Bangor.

Just clearing a few names Fran! My only regret is that Fungus died unexpectedly (yes, another toxic git who would have been in a position to do massive damage who pegged out just as the demands for a re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were made in Parliament a few years ago) so never lived to read this blog. He certainly knew that I was planning to expose them all – it was well known that I thought that it would be entertaining to stand up in public on an occasion when the wonders of Fungus and the School of Psychology were being extolled and yell out ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ and detail his crimes. Before I left Bangor, on every occasion on which I was having coffee with a mate or even just chatting to someone around the University, I’d turn around and there would be Fungus standing right behind me listening in. It happened so frequently that it will not have been a coincidence. Oh well the old bugger’s dead, but all of those who toadied to him are still with us.

I suspect that Fungus and/or Dafydd hold the key to yet another north Wales mystery that I have pondered over for a long while. I have described on this blog previously how when I lived near Bethesda in the 1990s one of my neighbours, a young man in the RAF, announced his intentions to read medicine. This man was able but what really freaked Bethesda out was that he was quite mad and given to outbursts of violence. He kicked someone’s cat across the garden on the grounds that he didn’t like cats. He then acquired a pup but didn’t seem able to train it – as a result the pup wouldn’t do things like come when it was called or walk on a lead, so his way of dealing with this was to completely lose his rag and inflict uncontrolled violence on the pup. One one occasion he injured the pup so seriously that it nearly died and the vet threatened to prosecute the potential Top Doctor if there was a repeat performance. Some time after this his girlfriend left him, taking their baby and denied him access on the grounds that he had been violent to her and was a danger to their baby. Neighbours expressed serious concerns that one day this man might turn up in a hospital near them.

Despite all that I knew about the wrongdoing of the Top Doctors, I did not think that this would happen. I knew that this man had experienced some sort of breakdown whilst in the RAF – according to some sources as a result of some psychological experiments in which he had participated – and one only had to talk to him for about 10 minutes to realise that something was wrong. Then he told me that his first choice of medical school was Guys and Tommys. I knew that there was stiff competition for places at this institution – particularly for mature students – and I also knew that medical schools obsess about students with any sort of perceived mental health problem and were turning down applications from high performing students who had previously suffered from anorexia. I therefore presumed that a man who was identifiably mad with a history of violence would not slip through even the very inadequate net of the Top Doctors. Furthermore, he had taken a job at Ysbyty Gwynedd as a porter during a gap year to Experience Life In A Hospital. He certainly did – I was told that he was known to be having sex with a whole variety of people on the premises during working hours and indeed was being described to third parties as the porter who ‘shags anything that moves’.

So imagine my surprise when he greeted me one day and cheerily told me that he had been for his interview at Guys and Tommys, that he had had a brilliant time with them and that they had observed that he was ex-forces which was great by them. He was in!

As the jaws of the good burghers of Bethesda hit the floor, the budding Top Doctor departed for London. He kept his cottage near Bethesda and returned from time to time. I was told that he had experienced another breakdown – however he wasn’t kicked off the course and I wondered if perhaps someone might have actually done the right thing for once, looked after him and made a positive difference. A few years later I bumped into him in Bangor – he was dressed in the sort of gear that Chris Eubank wears, which is a matter of personal choice but was a bit unusual for Bangor High Street. He told me that he had qualified, worked for a while – and had now been given a five year contract with the North West Wales NHS Trust as a psychiatrist in the Hergest Unit! He explained that the Trust had great problems attracting British graduates, so they snapped him up immediately.

About a year later I had yet another massive battle with the Hergest Unit, the one which culminated in the Hergest Unit trying to frame me for ‘threatening to kill Alun Davies’. I was told that this man had been appointed as my doctor. I didn’t actually mention all that I knew about him, I just told the Hergest Unit that he was my former neighbour, I had known him personally for a number of years and that it would be totally inappropriate for him to be my doctor. I was simply told that he was my doctor and that was that. At the same time, the Hergest Unit appointed a healthcare assistant who was actually one of the students whom I was teaching in the local FE college in Bangor as one of the staff on the ward to which I had been admitted. According to the Hergest Unit there was not a problem with that either. I got off lightly – I was told by one Hergest patient that her named Angel had been at school with her and had bullied her throughout their time there and continued with very similar conduct when in post at the Hergest.

As part of my complaint about the numerous incidents of gross misconduct on the part of the NW Wales NHS Trust at that time, I made representation to the GMC about my former neighbour and gave them the reasons why he was unfit to practice and the many examples of unacceptable conduct that had been evident on his part whilst I was in the Hergest Unit, yet alone for the many previous years throughout which I’d known him. I received a letter from the GMC telling me that they would not be investigating my complaint against him further – the Top Doctor himself had chosen not to comment in response to my complaint, but Keith Thomson, the CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust, had written to the GMC explaining that there were no concerns about this man’s conduct and that I had made ‘outrageous allegations’ about his staff.

Some two years later I was told that the Top Doctor had carried out such a violent attack on his wife that she had been sectioned as a consequence of her own distress and that his two children had been taken into care as a result of serious neglect. Neighbours alleged that he had terrorised and controlled his wife, not allowing her to leave the house or to speak to anyone.

I have previously not named this Top Doctor, because I accept that he had very big problems of his own – however, that lot just won’t come clean and we are still hearing how all the NHS needs is a few more billion and what a problem the bastard patients are who are all violent/old/obese/miss their appointments.

So would anyone like to explain how Dr Andy Jones ever gained a place at Guys and Tommys, qualified and then worked for a number of years at Ysbyty Gwynedd? Perhaps the hospital chaplain the Rev Wynne Roberts could shed some light on this – Wynne was a friend of Andy’s, knew much of what I have written about here and also knew that patients at the Hergest Unit were being abused. That’s Wynne the hospital chaplain who was sacked from his previous position as a Church in Wales vicar after having an extra-marital affair with a parishioner, who sits on Mental Health Tribunals as well as on various service users and carers committees in north Wales and was or is a member of the Ethics Committee for the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University (see post ‘Music Therapy Anyone?’).

Outrageous appointments and behaviour rather than outrageous allegations I think Thomson.

The reason that I always wondered whether Fungus or Dafydd were involved with the inexplicable acceptance of Andy Jones as a student at Guys and Tommys was that the only connection that Andy had with the healthcare or academic world was his brother, who had at some point been associated with the School of Psychology at Bangor. I was told in about 1990 that Andy’s brother ‘was a psychologist at Bangor University’ and that Andy was both envious of and felt overshadowed by him. Andy’s brother would definitely have known Fungus if he’d been working in the School of Psychology at that time and if he’d been there since just two years or so earlier he’d definitely have known Dafydd as well – Andy’s family were from Anglesey which was Dafydd’s domain, so they may well have known Dafydd anyway. North Wales heaved with people who seemed to think that the best career move that they could make was to go and have a word with dear old Dafydd and toady like there was no tomorrow.

I think that this might have been the reason why Dafydd found me so hard to cope with after I failed to accept his generous offer of a place at Liverpool Medical School in return for dropping my complaint about him – Dafydd really freaked out on the phone after this and yelled at me ‘any NORMAL woman would never carry on like you, any NORMAL woman would have some respect’ – there were quite extensive guidelines given as to what any NORMAL woman does, but I wasn’t taking notes at the time so I didn’t catch all the criteria. I also regret that the name of the Professor at Liverpool with whom Dafydd claimed to be mates and who was going to get me the place if I dropped my complaint escaped me – he was definitely Professor Richard someone, but whereas I was usually ready for a good laugh when Dafydd got going I was so gobsmacked at the overt attempt at bribery that his surname didn’t register. I’m sure that one of the other corrupt Top Docs knows who the Chair of Serious Organised Crime at Liverpool was.

I note that Andy applied to a London medical school – the usual avenues of cronyism and nepotism for the families of paedophiles’ friends in north Wales was Cardiff or Liverpool. It is clear from this blog that Dafydd had plenty of contacts among corrupt Top Docs in London, but his old mate Jim Watson from the Maudsley later established a sex therapy empire at Guys and Tommys and then became Head of the Academic Department pf Psychiatry there – Watson didn’t retire until 2000, so he will have still been in post when Andy Jones was offered a place at Guys and Tommys and throughout Andy’s training (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

The hopelessness of the support from the Top Doctors for students in distress at UCNW was evident a few months before the finals in early 1984 (or it might have been late in 1983) when a student hung himself in the male hall Emrys Evans. I stress the hopelessness of the support from the Top Doctors – although there were the paedophiles’ friends on the loose within UCNW, the college was actually an incredibly friendly institution and the students were a nice lot, as were many staff. The problem was the people who were being to paid to look after the welfare of the students. People were horrified when the news got out that someone had been found hanging in Emrys Evans – it was said that one of the cleaners had found him. It transpired that it was one of the Welsh speaking students from the seriously dysfunctional School of Agriculture – in which Mary Wynch had been working when Dafydd had unlawfully arrested and banged her up in the North Wales Hospital and which was ruled over by the dreadful J.B. Owen from who students were fleeing (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’).

None of us knew anything about the dead student at all. Well he’d been prevented from getting to know any of us by the regime ruled over by Big Bastard from the Welsh speaking hall – who I seem to remember was an agric himself – and he wasn’t going to risk encountering Gwynne and Dafydd even if they did speak the same language. The warden of Emrys Evans was Tony Jones who had links to some of the corrupt police officers in the North Wales Police and who got on very well with some of the students but made the lives of others such a misery that they lived in fear of him. I really do wonder what was happening to that student to cause him to hang himself.

There were other shenanigans that I have touched on previously going on in the English Students Union which were widely known about – the Irish student Aidan who had links with the IRSP (Irish Republican Socialist Party) and was doing a roaring trade in copies of ‘The Starry Plough’; the scandal involving the NUS President who nicked all the funds and was booted out; the man called Martyn who led the Gay Rights Soc – the Gay Rights Society was particularly active at Bangor and Martyn seemed to do very well campaigning on a UK-wide level; and the Bangor student who got beaten up at the NUS conference because he supported the SDP. The madness prevailing in the Students Union at Bangor must have been known about by the NUS exec at a national level – Sue Slipman from Lampeter had been the Communist President of the NUS a few years previously and had then joined Dr Death in the SDP in 1981, she’ll have known something about it. The Sue Slipman who became tangled up with the NCCL during its paedophiles’ rights years and went on to a glorious career Chairing NHS Trusts (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). The dreadful Phil Woolas, a twat of the highest order, NUS President 1984-86- and later the Blairite Minister for Immigration who ended up leaving politics under a cloud – will have known about some of the action at Bangor as well.

Whilst I was a student I was told by a local Welsh speaker that most of the students in the Welsh speaking hall ended up as teachers in Gwynedd or working for Gwynedd County Council because they refused to work through the medium of English – those were really the only professional jobs which existed in which one would never have to speak English. When I was older I met a few such people who had worked for Gwynedd County Council – after a few years they were leaving in distress, some of them having taken extended periods of sick leave for serious work related stress. The name Dafydd Iwan was mentioned to me a number of times in terms of the poisonous regime which he was alleged to have cultivated in his capacity as the leader of Gwynedd County Council and who was ruthlessly hounding people who were not members of his clique.

Dafydd Iwan did of course write a tribute song for Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – on the grounds that Dafydd was a Welsh hero and leading the field in PTSD work. Dafydd only started claiming to be a PTSD expert relatively late in his career – it pretty much coincided with the demands for an inquiry into the suspected paedophile ring which was thought to be operating in the children’s homes run by Gwynedd and Clwyd Councils.

Another ditty from the pen of Dafydd Iwan is ‘Ciosg Talysarn’, a song about the telephone box in Talysarn which was reputed to be bugged by MI5. Which it might well have been – I imagine that north Wales was crawling with people working for MI5, after all there was Irish Republican activity in the Students Union at Bangor University. There was also a paedophile ring in operation in the region – a paedophile ring which it has now been admitted was being concealed by the security services because it involved a Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t. I tell you which telephone box MI5 will have been bugging though Dafydd Iwan – it will have been the ciosg in Rachub. Because that was the one that I was using in my attempts to pursue my complaints about Dafydd and the paedophiles and for my calls to friends to give them the latest info that I’d dug up on Dafydd et al. It was my friends who were found dead and hounded out of jobs in academia and the media, not yours. You remained in Gwynedd County Council and pursued your record producing activities with SAIN, your brother Alun Ffred – a UCNW graduate himself -had a media career with HTV and S4C, took over as leader of the revamped Gwynedd County Council in 1996 after the old Gwynedd County Council conveniently disappeared upon the publication of the Jillings Report (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’) and then became an AM. Were you ever the subject of an attempt to frame you for serious offences? Er – no, you weren’t. Bryn Fon was, Dewi Prysor was and so were scores of the victims of the paedophile gang. But as long as that gang carried on giving Sir Peter Morrison et al access to the kids in care any mate of Dafydd Alun Jones’s was untouchable.

Now you tell me who fell foul of the security services – because it really doesn’t look as though it was you or Lucille Hughes…

My post ‘Are You Local?’ described how children from the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor – run by Gwynedd County Council – were trafficked to various locations, including to Dolphin Square in London. The girls were taken to locations on the doorstep of Ty’r Felin what with there being a greater demand for the sexual services of under-aged girls than boys – a favourite location was The Octagon, a rather dodgy nightclub that opened in Bangor in the summer of 1984. There was an opening night with a celeb in attendance. Was it Dafydd Iwan, hired to give everyone a round of Yma O Hyd? Er, no. The star of the evening was Samantha Fox, singer of the unforgettable lyrics ‘Touch me/I Want To Feel Your Body Next To Mine’. The evening was advertised in the Bangor and Anglesey Mail and a photo was provided of an ageing local journo staring at Samantha’s assets. The message was quite clear – sexual services from teenagers available here…

I’m sure that Samantha Fox turned up to any venue who paid her to do so, but I wonder who had the idea of using her to let everyone know what would be on offer in that nightclub? I’m also wondering who Samantha Fox’s agent was and who among the paedophiles’ friends might have known him/her.

The wimmin from the Rape Crisis group protested outside – but made no attempt to blow the whistle on the kids in care selling sex inside once the place was up and running. Well how could they – the funding for their group almost certainly came from Gwynedd County Council and Gwynedd Health Authority, Samantha Fox and the paedophile gang were their bread and butter.

The Octagon acquired a terrible reputation within months – drugs were sold on an industrial scale and a student was raped outside. The place soon became a no-go zone for students because of the grad bashing that was happening there. It was universally known as a pick-up joint in which very young girls were available. There were constant demands from local people for the place to be closed down. But for some reason the police, the magistrates and the Council just wouldn’t do it…

Welsh and English speakers alike, the people wrecking their lives were Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends – and of course their protectors troughing away in the Commons and the Lords and latterly the Senedd. They’ve screwed everyone for years.