Yours Truly, Angry Mob

This is a follow up post to my last post ‘I Predict A Riot’, which I hadn’t planned but I am writing because of the information from readers which has come in since I wrote ‘I Predict A Riot’ and added the comments which followed that post. People are very good, I do receive much information but I only have time to include a small part of it on the blog, although it does all get read, stored and put to use regarding background information, future lines of research etc.

My attention has been drawn to something which I have been aware of for a long while, that I have mentioned before on the blog but not maxed out on. That is, the presence of many Top Docs and legal professionals in middle class Jewish families. I have discussed previously how Brown and I first came across Greville Janner named as an abuser on a fascist website, which was so obviously crazed and irrational and banged on about a global conspiracy of Jewish child abusers that we didn’t believe a word of it. Some years ago I was told that terrible things were happening to women and children in the Orthodox Jewish community at Stamford Hill in London. The person who told me that terrible things were happening in that ‘isolated community’ I know had knowledge of Empowered Service Users being abused and has remained silent for years. I used to live near Stamford Hill and enjoyed taking walks through there. I liked the Stamford Hill community and I have no problem at all with communities who wish to ‘isolate themselves’, because very often they are doing that to protect their community, not because they wish to conceal wrongdoing.

My post ‘Dates For Your Diary’ discussed how Vanessa Felz, who was at the time married to a Top Doctor with a direct link to St George’s Hospital Medical School, found herself rocketed to stardom in the summer of 1994, when Dafydd and the Top Docs sent up a distress flare in the midst of the Jillings Inquiry when the Top Docs were desperately in need of good PR, particularly because the Chamberlain-Pearce Scandal had begun to erupt at St George’s. Vanessa and her husband both grew up in professional Jewish families in London.

I don’t believe for one minute that Jewish people are any more likely to abuse or conceal abuse than any other cultural/religious group. The salient issue is that organised abuse has been successfully concealed by professional groups, especially people in law, medicine and politics – particularly those individuals  at the very top of those professions – and those professions are held in high esteem among aspirational Jewish families. Thus names appearing on this blog have included Sir William Asscher, Professor Stuart Stanton, Greville et famille, Leo and Danny Abse etc.

It took an e mail to me from a reader yesterday for me to wake up and realise the worst. My comments after my post ‘I Predict A Riot’ mentioned that Dr Bob Tresman, a man from the Jewish community in London, used to work at the Hergest Unit during the Paedophile Years and was recommended as a Top Doctor for patients who had witnessed the crimes of Dafydd by members of the paedophile gang when those patients had refused to see Dafydd again. I told Bob Tresman myself what I had witnessed Dafydd doing. I also witnessed patient F (see previous posts eg. ‘Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There’ and ‘Tan yn Llyn’) who was framed and imprisoned after challenging Gwynedd social workers regarding the abuse of the boys at the Ty’r Felin children’s home, then set up by some predators and fleeced of his property, money and denied access to his child, providing Bob Tresman with full details of all of these events. F also told Tresman about his time in Risley Remand Centre, a time during which I believe that F witnessed a murder in the ‘hospital wing’.

Tresman knew just how bloody bad it had all been, because, in response to F’s frequent comments that he felt that his ‘life had been blessed’ – F remained a remarkably optimistic man in spite of what he had been through – Tresman observed to me that if he had been F, he would have concluded that he had been cursed. F himself used to tell people that when he was in Risley listening to the screams of other patients in the ‘hospital wing’ as they were beaten by the screws, there was a bloke in the cell next to him who was completely psychotic and repeatedly yelled ‘I’m in heaven, I’m in heaven’, to which F yelled back ‘Christ if this is heaven mate I’d hate to see hell’. F related this anecdote to Bob Tresman.

Bob Tresman knew exactly what had happened and was happening to his patients at the hands of Dafydd and the gang.

As I mentioned in my comments which follow my post ‘I Predict A Riot’, Bob Tresman socialised with the paedophile gang and their friends in the Douglas Arms Hotel in Bethesda and was suspended from his job by Gwynedd Health Authority for some months in 1992 or thereabouts, but I never found out why.

Dr Tresman was treated dreadfully by Dr Tony Francis, Francis made no attempt to disguise the fact that he hated Tresman and Dr Tresman did face some appalling anti-semitism from the charmers at the Hergest Unit.

Dr Tresman decided to leave north Wales and return to London during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Just like that.

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Tommy Cooper was born in Caerphilly, where a statue of him was unveiled in 2008, by Sir Anthony Hopkins, in his capacity as Patron of The Tommy Cooper Society. Hopkins is a man who provided much needed PR for Wales at a time when Dafydd’s gang were getting desperate. After providing this service, the Welsh-born Sir Anthony, who loves Wales and feels Welsher than the most Welsh person on the planet, even Dafydd Iwan, emigrated to California and took US citizenship. See previous posts.

Hannibal Lecter

‘Well Lucille…Have the lambs stopped screaming?’

Tommy Cooper was one of Britain’s best loved Funnymen who entertained the nation until the very end, famously dying on stage. What received lest publicity was that he was a wife-beating piss artist who had a long running affair with a bit on the side.

 

I didn’t know much about Dr Tresman, except that he had been an embryologist before he did a degree in medicine and I think that when he was an embryologist he worked at UCL. He was listed as a Director of Robert Tresman and Associates, a company providing ‘healthcare services’ for some years after he left north Wales.

So there is a Top Doctor who is part of the professional Jewish community in London who knew exactly what was happening in north Wales throughout the 1990s, who listened first hand to numerous witness accounts and who has said nothing in response to the many investigations and inquiries into organised abuse in north Wales/Cheshire.

The vile Dr Giles Harborne, who spent many happy years working with Dafydd et al at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and more recently served as the ‘Chief Of Staff’ for the mental health services in north Wales, in which capacity he insulted and neglected patients and refused to investigate even the most serious of complaints (see previous posts), also seems to be a member of the Jewish community or have very close links with people who are.

When I was doing my MSc at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital in 1986-87, one of the other students was a dentist called Rosie Szasz, who was a member of the Jewish community in Ealing. I was quite friendly with Rosie and she knew what had happened to me in north Wales. She was also appalled at the staff misconduct at Hammersmith Hospital (see previous posts) but being a healthcare professional herself, Rosie very obviously was not going to challenge anyone about it. Rosie’s dental practice in central London included many HIV/AIDS patients; she was one of the few dentists at the time who was welcoming HIV/AIDS patients. She will have known that many of them were rent boys who had entered that line of work as kids in care.

 

The reason why I have revisited the matter of high profile members of the Jewish community in the professions concealing abuse is that after a reader read my comments about Bob Tresman, I was sent a link to the wiki entry of the political journo Robert Peston, who is the son of the Labour peer Lord Maurice Peston. Lord Peston spent his career as an economist at Queen Mary College, London and advised Labour Gov’ts between the 1960s and 90s. Lord Peston featured in my post ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’ and is close to all those paedophiles’ friends associated with Queen Mary College, including the Top Doctors, who starred in that post.

Here’s another Queen Mary Glamour Puss who has spent a career conducting toadying interviews with politicians whom he knows have done disgusting things, including concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd’s branch of it:

The Lord Hennessy of Nympsfield or should that be Nymphsfield?
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When old Hennessey interviewed Dr Death, the nearest he got to ruffling Dr Death’s feathers was to imply that Dr Death must have been heart broken never to have become PM. Dr Death went into Top Doctor mode and told Hennessey to stop that nonsense right now. Hennessey, what you should have said was ‘So Lord Owen, could you explain why when you were William Sargant’s research registrar at Tommy’s you assisted him in those illegal, unethical dangerous experiments which resulted in patient deaths? Furthermore Dr Death, which Top Doctor who was facilitating the paedophile ring in north Wales was it whom you knew personally, Dr D.G.E. Wood or Tony Francis? By the way, Sally Baker has told me to tell you that if she ever encounters you in person, she’ll knee you in the knackers so hard that you won’t be walking for a few hours.’ Before winding up with Hennessey’s obligatory ‘Lord Owen, thank you so much for this fascinating insight into your political career.’

 

Roland Rudd is a man who gets around to all the right places which host all the right people. He went to Millfield School, where he was just slightly older than Duncan Orme. When Orme was at UCNW (Bangor University) with me, Duncan Orme took a sabbatical year as the Students’ Union Welfare Officer, during which time he concealed the wrongdoing of Gwynne the lobotomist, Dr D.G.E. Wood and the rest of the trafficking ring. In return, Duncan Orme’s career in NHS management received a wonderful boost from the very beginning. Duncan eventually became the Financial Director for one of the lethal NHS Trusts in Staffordshire, at the time when the NHS in Staffordshire was colluding with a trafficking ring linked to the one in north Wales and wiping out patients. Duncan has moved to other equally senior NHS posts since then and that stint at the genocidal Trust in Staffordshire recently disappeared from his Linked In profile. See previous posts for the full details of the lies that Duncan told and the harm to students with which he colluded. Furthermore Duncan got a Third and, I am told, failed his accountancy exams. Obviously a career in NHS finance at senior management level was inevitable.

The careers service at UNCW in the mid-1980s was famously crap, it was really, really bad. In the second year, we were all invited to fill in a laughingly Mickey Mouse questionnaire, the answers of which were then fed into a computer programme which spewed out a list of about 15 careers ‘suitable’ for one. It was a real laugh because in the case of the students who knew what they wanted to do, the computer told them what they already knew. My list of 15 consisted of about 10 words saying ‘teacher’ and 5 saying ‘lecturer’. Which was at the time what I wanted to do. I then had a short interview with a rather clueless careers officer who said ‘well I think you’d be suited to teaching or academia and I don’t think that something like the police force would accept you.’ And I thought well I haven’t mentioned going into the police force, why ever would I worry if they accepted me or not? Students who didn’t know what they wanted to do rolled around laughing at the truly bizarre suggestions emanating from the computer eg. ‘quantity surveyor’ for a zoology student who had no interest at all in becoming a quantity surveyor. That was the only careers advice that we received from the careers office.

Then in the third year came the crisis for almost all of us. It was 1984, unemployment was sky high and the jobs in academia that I and so many of the people with whom I was friends had aspired to were obviously not going to be there. Students with other interests were even more worried because there were bugger all jobs in other fields. The only students who weren’t lost and/or in meltdown were those who knew precisely what they wanted to do – eg. one girl knew about a supermarket management training scheme, applied and was accepted – or those who entered school teaching, which was straightforward. But not teaching in north Wales of course, there was much unhappiness and students saying that they were not going to continue to teach after they had qualified…

The distress and anxiety of the students was so acute, that the Plant Biology Dept put on special careers sessions for those of us in their Dept, which were very welcome and very helpful. They helped with CVs, chivvied us along with messages like ‘there are not many jobs, but there are some and someone has to get them’. All other Depts left their students to flail, which was hugely resented. People were writing hundreds of job applications and not even receiving a ‘thank for your application’ in return, it was dire. The careers service at UCNW showed not the slightest concern or interest in the hundreds of students who would be facing unemployment after graduation, at least for some period of time. Neither were there any resources in the careers office. It was the front room of a decaying old house on College Road with a few ancient postgrad prospectuses in there and that was it. The students received no help and no advice.

Except for Duncan Orme, who was given one hell of a helping hand. So who fixed it all up for you then Duncan? Was it D.G.E. Wood, because you certainly did him and the people traffickers a few favours?

It has been suggested to me that the shite careers office in UCNW may not have been an accident. The trafficking ring was causing havoc and a few students like me had stumbled across it. If many more students had been encouraged to remain in north Wales after graduation, they would have done what I did anyway – mixed with local people – and begun to realise that some terrible things were happening. There was a contingent of UNCW students who did stay in north Wales, but they tended to be hippyish students who like the area and were not interested in trying to pursue 1980s style yuppyish careers. Furthermore, they tended to involve themselves with charidees or Radical Causes, all of which were controlled by the paedophile gang. English hippyish people working part-time for Wimmin’s Aid knew exactly how rampant the crime and abuse was, but were never going to say a word because their funding depended upon them keeping quiet and under their Radical Carapace, most of them were rather weak. They just fumed loudly about the Tory Cuts, wet themselves when yet another victim of the gang turned up at their door in desperation and made excuses as to why they couldn’t ‘help’.

 

After rubbing shoulders with the tosser Orme at Millfield, Roland Rudd went to Regent’s Park College, Oxford University, where he was President of the Oxford Union. After graduation, Rudd worked as a policy co-ordinator for Dr Death and the SDP. Rudd was the first SDP President of the Oxford Union.

So Rudd probably knew a biology student who was at UCNW with me, Simon Batty, who was active in the SDP. Batty was very friendly and chatty, but he did live up to his name. He drove a green Reliant Robin and trundled off to national SDP conferences and events in it. Batty became famous after he was beaten up at an NUS conference for being a member of the SDP.

After assisting the Gang Of Four – all of whom were up to their necks in concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring (see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’) – Rudd worked as a journo on the ‘Sunday Correspondent’ and the FT, where he palled up with Peston. In 1994, Rudd founded RLM Finsbury, which he sold to WPP plc in 2001, earning an estimated £40 million from doing so. In 2011, RLM Finsbury merged with  Robinson Lerer and Montgomery of New York. Rudd remained as Chairman of the merged firm, which in 2014 was rebranded as Finsbury.

Rudd is Chairman of Business for New Europe and a member of the Centre for European Reform’s Advisory Board. Rudd is now a Labour supporter and is such a big pal of Peter Mandelson that Mandy is godfather to one of Rudd’s children. Mandy spent years concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the barrel of crap in north Wales once he became responsible for trying to make the Windbag electable (see post ‘I Warn You…’). Mandy was a Lambeth Councillor when Lambeth Social Services had a dreadful problem with paedophiles in their children’s homes. The gang in Lambeth was linked to the gang in north Wales and kids in the care of Lambeth were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Paul Boateng and his wife knew much about the abuse of kids in Lambeth and Janet Boateng was both a social worker and Chair of the Lambeth Social Services Committee when Tyra Henry was murdered in the care of Lambeth (see post ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’). Esther Rantzen’s sister was a Lambeth social worker and Rantzen appointed her sister’s manager as Chief Exec of Childline, Valerie, now Baroness Valerie, Howarth. Valerie Howarth subsequently was appointed Chair of CAFCASS (Children and Family Court Advisory Service in 2008. In 2008 CAFCASS across the UK was in meltdown. In 2010, a newly appointed CAFCASS officer in Wrexham who had taken the place of a colleague who had experienced a nervous breakdown told me that no-one could ever perform their job in CAFCASS properly as a result of the organisation being in utter chaos, but Gov’t wouldn’t dare admit it because CAFCASS was responsible for the welfare of children.

 

In 1988 I wrote to Esther Rantzen and told her what was happening in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. I did not receive a reply. People who rang Childline complaining of the abuse of children in north Wales allege that they were ignored as well. Savile was involved with the abuse of kids and psych patients from north Wales.

 

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Paul Boateng was working as a solicitor for Birnberg & Co when Birnberg & Co represented Mary Wynch in her successful litigation against Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

‘We didn’t know.’

 

Roland Rudd campaigned for Mandy in Mandy’s Hartlepool constituency in the General Election of 2001, the General Election which was held the year following the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

Rudd was one of the ‘Four Wise Men’ who, in 2007, advised Miranda on life after leaving office. Was it really Rudd who told Miranda to stick his nose deep into the trough provided by some of the world’s most unpleasant regimes? I had always assumed that just came naturally to Miranda.

Rudd has been linked to Ed Balls, Cleggy and Tessa Jowell. Tessa knew a great deal about colluding with organised abuse, having been the daughter of a Top Doctor and the woman who Chaired the Social Services Committee for Camden Borough Council when abuse of kids and vulnerable people in the care of that Council was rampant. Tessa also worked as a psychiatric social worker at the Maudsley with Dafydd’s mates and did a stint as a children’s social worker with Lambeth Social Services. See posts ‘The London Connection’ and ‘Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute’.

Roland Rudd is a Trustee of the Royal Opera House and for the Speakers In Schools programme. Speakers in Schools was founded by Robert Peston.  Rudd is Trustee of the Garden Bridge Trust, a non-executive Director of the Army Board, a Patron of the NSPCC and a Governor of Wellington College. Dafydd has had links with the Army for many years and even managed to wangle Army pensions for people who had only served in the Army for a short time and had then been dishonourably discharged. Dafydd has claimed for many years to be treating Army veterans for PTSD. This is known in north Wales to be a con, most of Dafydd’s ‘PTSD veterans’ are drug addicts or alkies who have got into trouble with the law and availed themselves of the services of Dafydd to escape a prison sentence or to achieve a shorter one. See post ‘Feet In Chains’. The NSPCC employed people involved with the abuse of children and Sir Anthony Seldon, who was for years the Headmaster of Wellington College, has been party to many a scam of the paedophiles’ friends such as Mindfulness, measuring Gross National Happiness and the University of Buckingham (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’).

Roland Rudd is a visiting fellow at Oxford University’s Centre for Corporate Reputation, which is part of the Said Business School, an institution in no position to teach anyone anything about upholding reputations.

Roland’s sister is Amber Rudd, who served as Home Secretary under David Cameron.

 

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The Trustee Of The Idiocy:

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

 

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

 

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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My post ‘I Predict A Riot’ discussed a man from a crime family in London who somehow acquired a pensioner’s bungalow near Bethesda in the 1990s, at a time when there was a waiting list a mile long and when Gwynedd County Council claimed to be robustly pursuing a ‘homes for local people only’ policy. Previous posts have detailed the links between Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and gangs in other parts of the UK and the traffic in terms of abusive professionals or vulnerable people between big metropolitan areas in England and north Wales. I presume that the same networks were used for this Londoner to acquire a pensioner’s bungalow near Bethesda. Brown has suggested that the process will also have involved a tame Top Doctor writing medical reports stressing/exaggerating/inventing medical conditions/disabilities experienced by the crook from London. The Daily Mail imagine that this sort of thing is done by virtually everyone who accesses benefits or social housing. It isn’t, although it does go on. The lucky winners, at least in north Wales, were always people who were colluding with Dafydd’s gang in some way. They either had knowledge of wrongdoing on the part of the gang which they were agreeing to keep quiet about, or they were dealing drugs on the part of the gang, or were sex offending associates of the gang etc. People playing it straight very obviously did not enjoy such largesse. People who had dared complain about the gang did not even get the basics to which they were legally entitled; others did eventually but after a very, very long wait.

Brown’s comments reminded me of something that I found out about in 1991. I discovered an older man living in a ‘care home’, ‘Lynnewood’, in Llanfairpwll on Anglesey, who had done really well in terms of disability benefits; he had even fulfilled that nightmare of the tabloids, he had acquired a car which was paid for by the DSS. This man had gained the goodies on the grounds that he had serious, advanced heart disease. He was a heavy smoker and although he lied to the Top Docs telling them that he’d ‘given up’, even the Top Docs of north Wales would have known immediately that this was untrue. Not only did he appear around the locality with a fag in his mouth at all times but his fingers were impressively nicotine stained. After enjoying the goodies for quite some time, he was offered and then underwent heart surgery, of the sort that one is not usually offered if one is a smoker on the grounds that it will be ineffective. This bloke got away with everything, quite transparently.

Then I discovered that his ex-wife had formerly worked as Dafydd’s secretary at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. She had told her husband everything; about the sexual, physical and financial abuse of patients, the illegal detentions, Dafydd’s constant sexual harassment of female staff, the lot. Some years after this couple divorced, his wife died, after moving away from north Wales to a city. She fell from the window of a tower block and it was attributed to ‘suicide’. She had never been clinically depressed. I wondered how the gang were going to contain and silence this bloke, because he would have presented a substantial threat to them. The reason I got to know him was that I was working in Lynnewood, where he had been placed to recover from his surgery.

I had been working there a matter of days when I noticed the usual for ‘care homes’ in north Wales. Neglect and abuse of patients. The ‘matron’ of the ‘care home’, Lynn Jones, was a former GP’s receptionist who had achieved a degree of notoriety when in that job, first as a result of shagging one of the Top Doctors who was married to someone else at the time and then by being sacked from the surgery for stealing from the practice. So what could have been more logical than to install her as a warden in a care home.

The man who had the dirt on Dafydd was the only resident who was not a mental health patient. The others were psych patients from Gwynedd and one was an older woman who was quite vulnerable. Lynn Jones told me that she enjoyed belittling and ‘psychologically torturing’ this patient because Lynn ‘hated her’. The female patient whom Jones hated so much told me that Jones was stealing from her. This patient later told me that she had found goods of hers in Lynn Jones’s bags, but that was after I had left the job. The home was owned by a local businessman who was nicknamed Christmas, as a result of having been born on Christmas Day. I think that his surname might have been Jones. As usual, the ‘care home’ charged a great deal of money for a not very good, cheapskate service. The fees were paid by Gwynedd Social Services.

The home was located in the centre of Llanfairpwll, so there were neighbours. One neighbour was a retired matron who was frank in her opinion that the conditions in Lynnewood were completely unsuitable for patients and that Lynn Jones should not have been near vulnerable people. Another old lady who lived nearby was also very worried about the way that the patients were treated. Both of these neighbours urged the residents of Lynnewood to ‘get out of there as soon as you can’. The mental health patients were in no position to do that, they had been placed there by the mental health services.

My post ‘A Possible Reason For All Those Prescriptions’ provides further details of Lynnewood. I said in that post that the residents of Lynnewood were Hergest patients, but I worked at Lynnewood just before Hergest had been finished, they were, to be precise, patients who had been in the old psychiatric wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd, Seiriol and Dwynwen Wards.

The man who had been married to Dafydd’s secretary wasn’t as fragile as the other patients. He was sharp, he didn’t like Lynn Jones and he became very angry when he found that she was keeping ‘clinical notes’ about the residents. He observed, quite rightly, that she did not have the knowledge, qualifications or right to make such notes. At first I told him that basically Lynn Jones was ridiculous and it didn’t really matter what nonsense she wrote about them all, it was meaningless. Then I became a bit more worried. Lynn Jones began asking me what I thought about this man and the circumstances of his ex-wife’s death, because he ‘was not a very nice man’. The speculation mounted. Did I think that he had driven her to commit suicide? I replied that she died years after they divorced. I was told yes, but he really was such a terrible man that he probably caused it all. I could see what was happening here. The man who had challenged Lynn Jones and her abusive behaviour was being constructed as a monster, who had possibly been involved in his wife’s death. Very Dafydd.

Lynn Jones was so vile that I left the job after only a few weeks. I later bumped into the man who had been married to Dafydd’s secretary in Bangor and he told me that Christmas had sacked Lynn Jones after she stole several hundred quid from him and then closed the home because it wasn’t making enough money. Dafydd’s secretary’s former husband was back living in his own house and the other residents had been moved to other homes.

I wondered at the time if Dafydd was something to do with Lynnewood, it had all the hallmarks of a Dafydd enterprise. Furthermore, Lynn Jones would never have been able to access a supply of patients and neither would Christmas, he had never worked in health and social care before yet alone had any qualifications in the field. There was a Top Doctor somewhere who was tapping into a supply of patients for this ‘care home’. Just before I left Lynnewood, a patient from Rampton arrived…

When I was at Lynnewood, after I exchanged Dafydd-experiences with Dafydd’s former secretary’s ex-husband – Dafydd et al were still having me arrested on a regular basis – he said ‘I’m bloody sick of that man’. I later found out that he had rung Dafydd and said to him, in Welsh, ‘What do you think you’re doing to Sally you bastard bach, leave her alone.’ Two years ago, when I was examining my documents, I found a detailed note from Dafydd, which must have been referring to that call. Dafydd was determined to find out who had made the call and what the person who made it knew about me. A note had been circulated by Dafydd, including to the police and Dafydd had observed that whoever made the call had a ‘local accent, probably Bangor’.

I very much suspect that Lynnewood was linked to Dafydd’s business interests in some way and it is likely that Dafydd realised that I was working there and had exchanged anecdotes with his former secretary’s ex-husband. It could well have been why Lynn Jones was gathering ‘evidence’ regarding that man’s ‘nastiness’ and the way in which he might have been responsible for his ex-wife’s death. No doubt ‘evidence’ was being gathered on me as well. Thank God Lynn Jones continued with her thieving ways, was caught and sacked, thus blowing any chances of her and Dafydd getting together and lying to the police about the two dangerous nutters, who knows even murderers, who had got through the doors of Lynnewood.

Lest readers believe that Lynn’s thieving ways led to a totally happy ending with Lynn Jones removed from the sphere of people whom she could enjoy causing as much distress as possible, I have to disappoint you. Lynn Jones got another job – as the live-in warden of the flats for disabled people owned and managed by the North Wales Housing Association in Llangefni. Where there were numerous complaints about Lynn Jones bullying and abusing tenants. Lynn was not removed.

Blow the whistle on criminal conduct in health and social care? You’ll never work again. Get a job as a receptionist, shag a Top Doctor, get sacked for stealing, get another job, abuse patients, steal hundreds from your employer, get sacked again? You’ll be given a properly paid, full-time job with accommodation, ‘looking after’ vulnerable people. Furthermore, you’ll stay in the post in the face of numerous serious complaints.

I have since been told that the GP on Anglesey was not the only Top Doctor who lived on Anglesey with whom Lynn Jones explored Uganda…

No wonder she was bomb proof.

Lynn Jones was busy trying to construct a witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing as a possible murderer right in the middle of the North Wales Police investigation into the possibility of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire.

 

People who have followed this blog from its beginning will know that the North Wales Housing Association equals Gwynedd Social Services where colluding with crime at the expense of the people to whom it supposed to be providing a service is concerned. See previous posts for details. Readers will also recall that the deal struck between the paedophile gang and a predatory woman to fleece F – Bob Tresman’s patient who witnessed abuse of boys in the care of Gwynedd County Council and was rash enough to challenge the social workers over it as well as tell other people what was going on – and deny him access to his child while that child grew up in the care of a family which included two child abusers, involved the North Wales Housing Association. One of the material rewards for the predators were two North Wales Housing Association new builds in Bethesda, one for the mother of the baby who was hijacked and a house next door for her daughter (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’). That NWHA bit of the scam involved Gwynedd Councillor Dafydd Orwig.

Someone else moved into a North Wales Housing Association new build just months later, down the road from the predators – Olga, another predator who had set up the honey trap to snare F in the first place. I need to mention here that at the time – 1993 – social housing was at a real premium in Gwynedd, there was a very great shortage and families with several children waited a long time for housing. So it was obviously fishy when the predators all received NWHA properties in the village of their choice, in close proximity to teach other, when they had been on the waiting list only a matter of weeks.

Olga really landed on her feet because Olga had previously been such a bad tenant that under normal circumstances she would have had great trouble finding someone else willing to let a property to her. While the dastardly plan was being constructed and implemented, Olga lived in a house in Rachub known as ‘The Bakery’, which she rented from, as might be expected, The Baker. Olga’s house was the house next door to the bakery in Rachub, but the bakery had expanded so greatly that it had relocated to a much bigger premises at the end of the road. There was another bakery in Rachub as well, a much smaller bakery which was located in the village square, near the shops. The bakery owned by Olga’s landlord was a massive bakery when considered in the context of the size of Rachub. It was known as Cae Pobty Groes and employed much of the population of Rachub, especially the young people. Every other person seemed to work in the bakery.

I always wondered how that bakery thrived because most other businesses didn’t. Gwynedd had a terrible economic climate, Bethesda was full of shops available at very low rents, so hopeful people would take them on and try to sell crafts, hippy clothes, etc but would be out of business within months having lost a great deal of money. The only shop that seemed to be doing OK and which was sustainable was Spar in Bethesda. Yet the Rachub bakery was really busy, it worked all night and vans would distribute their produce right across Gwynedd. It has become very obvious to me in the past few years that, in the way that if someone crossed the path of Dafydd’s gang they would be put out of business no matter how sound their business was, the only businesses which thrived in the way that Cae Pobty Groes did was if there was some sort of collusion with the gang.

I was always aware of the tales from certain people who, in the 1970s and 80s, had moved to Gwynedd, often to run a little business and who had very, very bad experiences. You would hear of people who had upped and gone, saying that they had never met such vicious malicious bastards and how could people be so unpleasant. The sadness was that it was nearly always blamed on ‘the Welsh’. It wasn’t ‘the Welsh’, it was that sodding trafficking gang, they made everyone’s lives an absolute misery. People who knew the ropes would never, ever dare take them on, they knew what would be coming their way. It was the unsuspecting who, when met with threats and intimidation, would take the view ‘you are not going to do this to me’ and go into battle. They would find that no-one would back them up, no-one, even those who privately would be very sympathetic. Everyone was simply terrified of the gang.

It’s over Dafydd. You might not have realised it yet deluded old git that you are, but you are finished, as are your henchmen.

 

When Olga lived at ‘The Bakery’, she trashed the house and left it in a very bad way. I didn’t know the baker but I was told that he was not happy. It didn’t matter, no-one pursued Olga to cough up for the damage, she just moved straight into that nice NWHA place in Bethesda, her reward for shafting An Enemy Of The Paedophiles.

Records at Companies House name two of the Directors of Cae Pobty Groes as being Marion Williams and Gwyn Williams, who’s addresses are given as Tan-y-Bwlch Road, Llanllechid, which is the location of that bakery. However, the business is registered at a Manchester address…

Whatever is going on re the bakery, perhaps someone would like to provide full details of Olga’s role in fleecing and framing a victim of the trafficking gang and give the names of everyone else involved.

 

 

Recent posts regarding the cartel of Top Docs right across north Wales who got together and ensured that no woman could access an NHS abortion – even years after abortion was legalised – yet were happy to refer any woman who had money for any reason at all to a private abortion clinic in Chester caused someone who was a victim of the gang in the 1970s/80s to e mail me. She has given me the names of schools on Anglesey which she tells me were locations of activity for the abuse gang and she also maintains that staff at Stanley Hospital at St Asaph were involved with the gang. Liz Stables worked at the Stanley Hospital, the Angel who spent years helping D.G.E. Wood facilitate the part of the gang which operated in the Student Health Centre at UCNW. Eirian Llwyd, the wife of the former Deputy FM for Wales, Ieuan Wyn Jones, also worked as an Angel/midwife at the Stanley Hospital in St Asaph (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’). My correspondent has asked me if I knew the name of the abortion clinic in Chester which had the arrangement with the trafficking gang because she too found out what was going on but was never able to find out the name of the clinic.

Until earlier today, I was in exactly the same position as my correspondent. I know that women were being offered private abortions on demand by Top Docs in north Wales, including by D.G.E. Wood, if they agreed to hand over the dosh. I know women who didn’t even want abortions who were offered abortions in Chester. But I never ever found out the name of the ‘clinic’. However, this afternoon, I received an e mail telling me that the Grosvenor Nuffield Nursing Home in Chester was licensed to perform abortions from 1981. The Grosvenor Nuffield was the private hospital in Chester – Dafydd held ‘clinics’ there until he was thrown out by the Grosvenor Nuffield in the late 1980s/early 1990s.

Looks like abortions in north Wales were pretty much Dafydd’s domain then.

I have come across another phenomenon: Dafydd and the gang telling third parties that women who had complained about them had had abortions when those women most definitely had not. The gang forged documentation as well, so it is entirely possible that these abortions which never took place are appearing on the records of girls and women whom that lot wished to discredit. I know of one woman who was completely baffled when she was told by some relatives that she had had an abortion when she lived in north Wales. Not only had she never had an abortion or even requested one, but she had a liberal view of abortion herself and had supported friends who had had abortions. She would never have hidden the fact or lied if anyone had ever asked her if she had ever had a pregnancy terminated. At the time she just presumed that this was just one more bit of insanity emanating from some relatives who were nuts at the best of times, but as the enormity of Dafydd’s ring and their crimes became evident in the wake of Waterhouse etc she began wondering exactly what it might all have been about.

Tried and tested mid-20th century smears were routinely applied to Women Who Complained. At the Waterhouse Inquiry, Ronnie Waterhouse implied that Alison Taylor had given birth to a child who had been adopted and had given birth to another baby before she was married. A Doubly Scarlet Woman! Neither allegation was true. One of Alison’s children is indeed adopted – she was adopted by Alison – and Alison had been married for some time before her other child was born. Not that it would have mattered if this had not been the case, but while Alison was giving evidence about the most serious crime, Waterhouse was concerning himself with whether she had been married when her baby was born.

This was in 1997. Miranda was PM. Alison was questioned about these matters in public. Where were the Wimmin in the face of this fuckwittery?

 

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This Woman Was Working As A Human Rights Lawyer And Was Married To The PM. Their Friend Michael Beloff QC Had During Recent Years Provided Legal Advice To The Insurers Of Clwyd County Council, As Children In The Care Of Clwyd County Council Were Raped, Beaten, Starved, Trafficked And Forced To Have Sex With Animals While This Was Filmed.
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The Welsh Language Board was put on a statutory basis as a consequence of the Welsh Language Act 1993. Previous posts (eg. The Cradle Of Filth’) have discussed how the Tory Gov’t were persuaded to pass a Welsh Language Act which they were lukewarm about at very best by that bestest friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles, Lord Wyn Roberts. The Welsh Language Gov’t Bill which led the to Act was introduced to the Lords in Dec 1992; received it’s second reading in Jan 1993; the Report on the Bill was presented to the Lords in Feb 1993; the third reading of the Bill in the Lords took place in Feb 1993. The second reading of the Bill in the Commons took place on 26 May 1993 and was unopposed. The Report and the third reading of the Bill in the Commons took place on 15 July 1993.

In Dec 1992, F’s baby was born at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Within two weeks F had been ejected from the family home, was made destitute and had been denied all access to his baby. In Feb 1993, Jackie Brandt, the Gwynedd social worker who had previously unlawfully detained me, refused to answer any questions about the matter and had subsequently perjured herself in Court in Chester in an attempt to have me imprisoned (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’), told the North Wales Police that I had screamed and yelled at her in Safeways in Bangor, such that she thought that I was going to ‘attack’ her. I was with F at the time and I had not said anything to Brandt at all in Safeways. Although Brandt made allegations about both F and me, it was only me who was subsequently charged with causing Brandt ‘fear and distress’ such that she ‘feared the use of immediate violence’. I was charged in March 1993. I pleaded not guilty and my trial took place in July 1993. Brandt admitted that she had lied and began crying in the witness box. She agreed with my solicitor Alwyn Jones that no, I had not said anything to her in Safeways, she had continued with her shopping and had not asked anyone in the busy store for help. There were no witnesses to my potentially murderous attack on Brandt in Safeways. I was found guilty because I had ‘stared at’ Brandt and I had to cough up £60.

The North Wales Police ended their investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire in 1992 and stated that they had found no evidence to suggest that such a ring existed.

The people who stuffed F over and Brandt were among the many people who were facilitating the paedophile ring which didn’t exist.

 

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At Bangor University’s Student Health Centre, students who became pregnant were offered abortions on demand at the ‘clinic’ in Chester if they paid up. Duncan Orme’s collegue, Fiona Woolmer the Wimmin’s Officer, produced documentation for students who were using the services of Wood’s abortionist pal in Chester, explaining the routine. Not the medical details obviously, although Fiona did explain that any student having an abortion must NOT travel to and back from the clinic by train, they had to get a friend to give them a lift there and back in a car. Why? Because according to Woolmer, after an abortion, travelling on a train is Dangerous, because women can bleed so heavily that they can die and that in the past, students had ‘had serious problems’ coming home on the train.

Now Fiona Woolmer was stupid but I wasn’t. I could not understand WHY girls were being told not to travel on a train post-termination because it was ‘dangerous’. No it isn’t, if a termination is carried out properly and the woman is looked after, there is no danger on trains or anywhere else.

That is IF the abortion is carried out properly. But those abortions at the ‘clinic’ in Chester were not being carried out properly were they Wood/Stables/Orme/Woolmer? You were sending girls to an abortionist who was demanding money from them because every Top Doctor in north Wales had conspired to unlawfully deny women access to NHS abortions and whoever that abortionist was, whether they were at the Grosvenor Nuffield or elsewhere, was known to be putting their lives as risk. Were there not proper facilities at the Grosvenor Nuffield? Because in 1984 no woman should have had to be warned that she might bleed to death after a termination if she sat on a train. You need to explain exactly why those terminations carried out at this mysterious private clinic in Chester were so dangerous.

1984 in Bangor and Chester. Not 1884. Not 1984 in Catholic South America. 1984 in Bangor and Chester.

What did you think that you were all doing? Abortion in Wales was legal, had been legal since 1967 and you were forcing women into the hands of a butcher who charged them for the pleasure of putting them at risk of dying.

 

Furthermore, there was great pressure on students who became pregnant to have abortions, because UCNW were wholly unsupportive to students who became pregnant and wanted to keep the baby. Such students were completely abandoned. I described in a previous post how a couple who graduated in 1984 (the same year as me) chose to keep their baby and wrote about it afterwards in the student magazine, telling of how they were in complete despair because no-one helped them, although they were delighted when their baby was born. One, or it might have been both, of those students, were English students. Peter Field was one of the lecturers in the School of English. Field is an enthusiastic Catholic and when one of my friends began working in the School of English just a few years ago, she was gobsmacked when Field handed her a roll of anti-abortion stickers and told her that she might like to stick them onto students’ course work before returning it after marking. My friend did not avail herself of that opportunity.

Peter Field knew about the trafficking gang and he knew the reasons why they ruined the life of Dave Nunn, one of the lecturers from the School of English, after Dave Nunn had a breakdown. Dave Nunn subsequently became one of the Disappeared during the run up to the Waterhouse Inquiry. See previous posts. Perhaps Field could shed light on this.

Although it was known that there was no support for students who wanted to keep babies if they became pregnant – indeed according to Fiona Woolmer’s Advice For Wimmin, some Depts were actually ordering students to leave UCNW immediately if they disclosed that they were pregnant – in 1983, one student in the Plant Biology Dept became pregnant and was treated very, very differently. She was treated exactly as everyone else should have been. She attended lectures but would have a kip in the junior common room if she needed; when she was very heavily pregnant, staff would arrange the furniture to ensure that she was comfortable and after she had the baby, Olivia, she took the baby into lectures and breast fed her on demand. Which was quite unusual for 1983 and very much at odds with the attitude shown towards other students.

At the time I thought that this student, Ruth Manion, was being treated more respectfully because she was a mature student – she was in her late 30s/early 40s – who did not allow herself to be kicked around like the younger students. Recently I have remembered a few things about Ruth Manion. She did not get on with a lot of the staff and some of them were downright rude about and to her. There was a bunfight in the zoology practical classes involving Ruth because she took issue with animal work. The demonstrators were ordered to pander to Ruth and pretend that creatures used in classes were not destroyed, although as one PhD student cheerily admitted to me ‘what she doesn’t know is that we chucked them all in the bin as soon as she left the lab.’ I’m not talking fluffy bunny rabbits here – they were cut up and chucked in the bin in the Pharmacology Dept at St George’s Hospital Medical School daily – the creatures in the zoology practicals at Bangor were weird little sea creatures. The Animal Liberation Front were not so concerned with their fate, but Ruth Manion was. There were bunnies and bigger mammals used for research at Bangor at the time, but they were secreted from view in the Animal House and were used for ‘research’ by the biochemists at Bangor who were working in collaboration with the Top Docs at Ysbytyt Gwynedd. There were no complaints at all about that from Ruth Manion or anyone else.

Ruth Manion had ended up as a student in the Dept of Plant Biology after she clashed with the Dept of Agriculture in a very big way in her first year. The Agri Dept was famously dysfunctional, was peopled by absolute bastards and grossly incompetent bastards at that, who conducted vicious personal attacks on students (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Mary Wynch had been working as a secretary in the Agri Dept when Dafydd and the gang had her arrested and unlawfully imprisoned. Not one of them supported Mary, even when her case made legal history and she was headline news a few years later. The Agri Dept had its own farm at Aber, which was a standing joke among local farmers in Gwynedd as well as the offspring of the landowners who enrolled for Agri degrees at UCNW, because College Farm went bankrupt. It was bailed out by UCNW, rebranded as University Farm because that sounded grander and also because students could be openly heard mocking ‘College Farm’ while doing imitations of J.B. Owen, the tosser of the Head of the Agri Dept. A few years later, University Farm went bankrupt again. The locals absolutely howled with laughter.

Years later, two farmers in the Ogwen Valley told me that Prof J.B. Owen was the problem and that he was nasty, spiteful, grossly incompetent and furthermore was Of Dafydd’s Gang. J.B. Owen was from a landowning family on Anglesey and his forebears had donated the money which founded the Agri Dept at UCNW. He wasn’t in post when Dafydd arrested Mary; J.B. Owen was Called Home from Aberdeen University (see previous posts) as the distress flare was sent up in the wake of Mary beginning litigation.

While all this was happening, Richard Howarth, the Prof of Agricultural Economics, was appointed as an adviser to Thatcher’s Gov’t. Howarth disappeared without trace in the mid-1990s, as the Waterhouse Inquiry approached. See previous posts.

Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies, the old boy who spent much of his career at Imperial College after graduating from UCNW in the Dark Ages and who came from Liberal Party Royalty (see post ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’), served as Chairman of the Finance Committee at UCNW for 23 years, including throughout the serial bankruptcies of the Agri Dept’s farm, so Wynn must have been one of those who was nodding through the millions to bail out the Agri Dept. UCNW was known to have had very serious financial problems for many, many years. The Treasurer of UCNW for eons until he died a few years ago was Elwyn Jones, a bent solicitor from Bangor. Elwyn Jones was a twat of the highest order, he spent most of his time at Bangor Golf Club with the other paedophiles’ friends while his clients were fitted up by Dafydd’s gang. Elwyn Jones did provide an excellent service to one client though – the woman who fleeced F and hijacked his baby.

Elwyn had been her lawyer for years and knew her family. I saw the letters that Elwyn wrote to F and the fallacious allegations within, as well as the constant demands for money, although Elwyn Jones knew that F had been left destitute. As F sat in Ysbyty Gwynedd penniless – he was admitted to the psych ward by Tony Francis because of the concern that the stress would exacerbate his long-standing illness, or at least that was the cover-story – he received a demand from Elwyn and his client that F should sell the only thing that he still owned, a second hand car that he had purchased at the request of his former partner when she became pregnant. After the car was duly flogged, F heard no more. The demands for money began just after F married again when Elwyn began demanding money from F’s new wife… Elwyn was told to fuck off.

Elwyn Jones was the son of another Bangor solicitor and the former Labour MP for Conwy, another Elwyn Jones, but a Sir Elwyn Jones. Not to be confused with another crooked solicitor of a paedophiles’ friends, the Elwyn Jones of a previous era who became the Attorney General, Lord Elwyn-Jones. See previous posts for info on the two bent Elwyn Jones’s. Elwyn Jones the son of Sir Elwyn, as opposed to Lord Elwyn, shared a practice in Bangor with David Jones, the Freemason and at present the Tory MP for Clwyd West, who when he was young, worked as a solicitor in Ruthin, in the same practice as the loyal paedophiles’ friend Ieuan Wyn Jones. Ruthin is the nearest town to Denbigh. Ieuan Wyn Jones was born in Denbigh and his dad was a Nonconformist Minister in the area. David Jones’s wife is an Angel and both David and the Angel are opposed to abortion! Cameron appointed David Jones Secretary of State for Wales when Cameron was organising the Review and whitewash of the Waterhouse Inquiry by Lady Justice Julia Macur. See post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’ for more info on David Jones and his network of paedophiles’ friends.

 

I now realise that Ruth Manion will have gained knowledge of some sort of wrongdoing at UCNW and because she was a woman to make a fuss – a REAL fuss, not just polite complaints a la the monsters Baker and Brown – when she became pregnant, people were very, very careful how they treated her. By the time that Ruth was pregnant, she was a student in the Plant Biology Dept where D.G.E. Wood’s wife Chris Wood worked as a senior lecturer. Furthermore, one of the Profs in the Dept of Plant Biology was Peter Greig-Smith, who knew the Cambridge botanist Prof Edred Henry Corner, who was Douglas Hurd’s uncle (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hurd was one of those in Thatcher’s Cabinet who was concealing the crime in north Wales. Greig-Smith’s son, another Peter, was a Top Doc in Liverpool, another branch of Dafydd’s Empire Of Crime.

It has been suggested to me that the stick that Ruth Manion was wielding was her knowledge of what was happening to me, but I suspect that she uncovered crap in the Agri Dept before she ever knew me. The Agri Dept had some sort of connection with the 5th Lord Kenyon, Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, who for decades was the President of UCNW and whose son Thomas was caught sexually abusing a boy in care in north Wales but who faced no charges. Thomas subsequently made allegations of theft against the boy, who was sent to a detention centre. Thomas died of HIV/AIDS in 1993, just weeks apart from his dad. Lord Kenyon was, among many, many other things: a Director of Lloyds Bank; Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority; a Flintshire County Councillor; a member of the North Wales Police Authority; the most senior Freemason in north Wales… See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’. Lord Kenyon had ‘interests in agriculture and health’.

No-one was going to tangle with Ruth Manion when she fell out with the Agri Dept. After clashing with J.B Owen, Ruth Manion was rescued by Prof John Harper, the other Prof in the Dept of Plant Biology, who recommended that she change course and join the Plant Biology Dept. John Harper was a plant population biologist. So I was intrigued to find that after the paedophiles’ friend in heavy camouflage, Prof Eric Sunderland, became Principal of UCNW in 1984 when the paedophiles in distress sent up yet more flares, he co-authored with John Harper. See previous posts. Eric Sunderland was a social anthropologist and he and Harper worked really hard to find a way of combining their research interests to produce that paper. These days cross-disciplinary research is encouraged, but even now, social scientists and ecologists have only recently begun working together. Eric and Harper might have been changing the academic landscape, but they only did it once, in that paper and no-one noticed anyway.

I was told by a retired biologist from Bangor a few years ago that John Harper was a fraud and plagiarised nearly all of his work from his PhD students and post docs. So who’s work was ripped off by two paedophiles’ friends in senior positions at UCNW then?

The father of Ruth Manion’s baby was a post-doc in the Dept of Zoology called Daniel. After the baby was born, Daniel landed a really plum job out in I think Egypt, when such jobs were virtually impossible to get. Ruth stayed in north Wales for a while and then left the area.

Ruth’s baby Olivia was born with a displaced hip and was operated on as a newborn. Once again, those Top Docs who treated everyone like turds were very, very nice to Ruth. It won’t have made them competent surgeons, but Ruth won’t have been in any position to assess their clinical skills; the point was that they kept smiles on their faces and civil tongues in their heads in front of Ruth, there was no screaming at her to withdraw her complaints or telling her that they felt like throwing her down the stairs.

This all took place in the University of which Carlo was Chancellor. Young women students sent into the hands of an abortionist who was known to be so dodgy that their lives were at risk.

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Where does this leave the wisdom of Laurens van der Post?

 

Although women with money in north Wales were able to access abortion on demand from the dangerous sleazebag in Chester, women without money could not, under any circumstances. If they did request an NHS abortion, as explained in recent posts, they were sent to Denbigh to be ‘assessed’ by Dafydd. After which they would still be refused an abortion, no matter what they agreed to do with him. So where did those babies go? I know that some were forcibly and illegally removed from their mothers and handed over for adoption, but there are huge numbers left unaccounted for.

Westminster Gov’ts knew that this was happening. Abortion and birth statistics have been compiled for years and indeed I have recently found the abortion stats for England and Wales from 1971 onward, in ‘The Guardian’  Political Almanac 1993/4 that I purchased recently when I was rooting around in a second hand bookshop. My, that book brought back memories and there are a few interesting things in there. However, the figures for abortions in England and Wales since 1971 were not broken down, only combined figures were provided. Yet Gov’t data sets will have the broken down figures and it will have been known that there were no NHS abortions being performed in north Wales, throughout the 1970s and the 80s. Ministers in every political party will have known it and certainly all politicians with any responsibilities for Wales or the NHS will have known. It will have been why the famously anti-abortion Ann Widdecombe, who knew bugger all about north Wales and cared even less, targeted Anglesey as a suitable seat when she was seeking nomination as a Tory Parliamentary candidate (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). All the County Councillors across north Wales will have known it as well, including this superannuated Blair’s babe who was elected for Conwy in May 1997, as the Waterhouse Inquiry insulted the victims of Dafydd’s gang:

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Not only is Betty a former Gwynedd County Councillor and the former Mayor of Arfon, but she was born in the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’). Betty are you sure that your mum was the person whom you thought that she was, what with all that abducting of babies in the St David’s Laundry? Betty trained with the best paedophiles’ friends at the Normal College, Bangor. Betty subsequently worked in a community centre and for Christian Aid. Betty refused to respond to constituents who told her that they had been abused by the mental health services in north Wales.

The Brothers Grimm knew about the ‘no abortions unless you had over the filthy lucre to the filthy man in Chester’ policy:

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They all bloody well knew.

 

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‘Is the coast clear of those elderly paedophiles yet, is it safe to sneak out of school and go and buy some ciggies?’

 

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Top Doctors in other parts of the UK will have been fully aware of what their colleagues in north Wales were up to, particularly Top Doctors working in Obs and Gynae and Paeds. While I was rooting around in the bookshop where I found ‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4, I found another volume by a Top Doc of yesteryear – Dr Hugh Jolly. People who had children in the 1970s will never forget dear old Hugh Jolly, star of TV and radio. Hugh Jolly was the Top Doc to go to at that time in terms of advice re pregnancy, birth and child care. Jolly took over from Benjamin Spock, the guru of the previous generation.

I purchased – for £1 – Jolly’s ‘Book Of Child Care’ (1975), ‘a complete guide for today’s parents’, published by Sphere Books Ltd, of Gray’s Inn Road, London. The book came highly recommended by ‘Women’s Weekly’ – who described Dr Jolly as ‘England’s leading paediatrician – as well as ‘The Times’. There’s a nice photo of Hugh on the back cover, looking pompous but almost approachable, wearing a bow tie and what Viz magazine would call an ‘insincere smile’.

I had a quick flick through the volume and I was glad to find that Hugh was full of sensible advice, reassuring parents not to freak out about nudity, masturbation or other infant habits which can elicit over-reactions. Hugh does however warn his readers that children need to be warned about child molesters and thus one must tell them that they must ‘never accept lifts or go off with strangers because a few mentally ill people wish to harm little children’.

 

 

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Christ, here’s another one on the horizon, backs against the wall lads…


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Hugh Jolly died in March 1986, two months before Oliver Brooke, the Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School was jailed for the possession of child porn. Ollie was a key figure in the pan-European paedophile ring of which Dafydd et al in north Wales/Cheshire were a part. Many of Ollie’s colleagues at St George’s knew what he was doing and some of them assisted him.

The Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives Of The Fellows Online’ tells us that Hugh Jolly ‘was born in the Isle of Man, where his father was a Reverend Canon…Hugh was educated at Marlborough College and Sydney Sussex College, Cambridge, where he was in the water polo team, before proceeding to the London Hospital. He used to recall that even as a student he was fascinated by paediatrics, so much so that he would run the two miles from his teaching hospital to the Queen Elizabeth Hospital for Children, Hackney, in order to arrive for the rounds on time – chewing sandwiches on the way.

Children in Hackney were targeted by organised abuse gangs as long ago as the 1950s and during the 1970s and 80s they were sent to children’s homes in north Wales and then trafficked back down to London (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’ and ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’). The Top Docs of the London Hospital knew what was happening.

[Jolly] qualified…in 1942. This was during the 1939-45 war and post-qualification jobs had to be few before joining the Services. Hugh’s were at the London [Hospital]. He then joined the RAMC, serving in the United Kingdom, Normandy and North West Europe; ending his service with the rank of captain and dermatologist to the Allied Forces in the Netherland East Indies, a speciality he quoted as being invaluable in his subsequent career.

After the war he renewed his acquaintance with paediatrics as house physician to Wilfrid Sheldon, later Sir Wilfrid, the first Royal paediatrician, at the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street. There was immediate empathy between them and they shared an enthusiasm for a clearer understanding of children’s illnesses, as well as a sense of humour and a lifelong love of gardening.

Hugh Jolly realized that to be a ‘whole’ paediatrician he needed a knowledge of paediatric surgery and at considerable personal and financial sacrifice (he was poor in those days) he opted to postpone promotion and become a house surgeon at the same hospital before climbing the usual medical ladder to senior registrar. In November 1951 he was appointed consultant in Plymouth; the first full-time paediatrician in an area which included large parts of Devon and Somerset as well as the whole of Cornwall. There were only part-time paediatricians in Taunton and Truro, between Bristol and Land’s End. For the first three months he elected to become a ‘resident’ again, at the Children’s Hospital, Cincinatti. Back in Plymouth, only a man of his enormous energy could have achieved so much. His new ‘cubicalized’ ward attracted innumerable admiring visitors, even from abroad. He broke the isolation of children in hospital by encouraging parents to live in with their children, as well as by daily visiting.

 

A Top Doctor Who Knew About The Horrors In North Wales Who Was Elected As A Labour MP For Plymouth In 1966, Retaining The Seat Until He Went To The Lords In April 1992, Days Before The Brighton Firebomb Killed Five Witnesses To The North Wales Child Abuse Scandal:

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Hugh made over 400 domiciliary visits annually, always with the general practitioner (the limit for payment was 200 visits), and he found time to visit prisoners in Princetown gaol to talk to the pre-release groups about the problems they would have to face on return to family life, and also to understand better the criminal mind.

During his first 10 years as a consultant he attended a vast number of medical meetings, where he always made penetrating and usually apposite remarks. In later years they were often more controversial. At this time he also managed to be honorary secretary of the paediatric section of the Royal Society of Medicine. There were no motorways to London then, so he travelled by car in the small hours. He infuriated his junior staff by doing a full ward round at about 4 a.m, with only the frightened night sister, before leaving for London. When the juniors came on duty at the normal time they had to sort out the myriad instructions left by ‘the boss’. They got their own back: Jolly crept in for his usual morning round, but this time he found his whole staff standing strictly to attention in starched white coats, or nurse’s uniforms.

I knew people who worked as Angels, including paediatric Angels, in the West Country in those days. I heard a great deal about the criminal wrongdoing in the NHS similar to that which prevailed in north Wales, but it seems to have been on a smaller scale in the West Country. It was however most definitely there and the people involved had links to Dafydd et al in north Wales.

Small wonder that in 1960 he was invited to join Doyne Bell at Charing Cross Hospital, London. In 1965 he became paediatrician in charge at Charing Cross, a post he retained until he retired in 1983. He turned his energies to the handicapped, and the child development centre at Charing Cross is a fitting memorial. He was also medical adviser to the Chailey Heritage Hospital. Generations of medical students flocked to his ward rounds and outpatients, as indeed did swarms of visitors – including many from overseas.

From 1961-62 he was seconded as professor of child health to University College, Ibadan, Nigeria. This fired his interest in the child health problems of the developing world, which continued until his death.

Jolly was probably the most widely travelled paediatrician. He would often suggest alterations to the running of a service which were clearly common sense, but sometimes his enthusiasm to improve a situation blinded him to local difficulties so that his efforts were counterproductive. Not surprisingly, his ideas would either be so welcome that he was invited to return or the reaction would be ‘Never again!’

Hugh was particularly welcome in Australia where he was a member of the Panel of Assessors, National Health and Medical Research Council, as well as adviser to ‘Parents’ Centres’ and the Nursing Mothers’ Association. His views on bereavement were movingly set out in a broadcast in Sydney in 1977 and later published: ‘Loss of a baby’, Aust.Paediatr. J. March 1978.

In the UK, there is still no support for parents who have lost a baby.

He examined abroad at the Universities of Benin and Nsukka, Nigeria; at Singapore and Riyadh, and at home for the Universities of Glasgow, Liverpool and London, as well as for the MRCP and DCH. As always, he demanded high standards which earned him a hawkish reputation, Other appointments included the Tropical Medicine Research Board, Medical Research Council, the advisory council of the British Society of Music Therapy, the editorial board of Excerpta Medica, the Bureau of Overseas Medical Service, the Down’s Children Association, the National Association for Hospital Play Staff, Nuclear Weapons FREEZE, Family Planning Association, Exploring Parenthood, and the Institute for Social Inventions – all examples of his catholic interest in wide areas of child care which was reflected in his departments both in Plymouth and at Charing Cross. Psychiatrists, psychologists and play therapists (Hugh was one of the first to introduce the latter) cooperated with him to establish a free and happy atmosphere where previously the rigidity of departments geared to adults had been the rule.

His first book, Sexual precocity, Springfield,111.,Thomas, 1955, gave the clearest understanding of the problem at that time and was a culmination of his thesis for MD Cantab, which won him the coveted Raymond Horton Smith prize. There followed a succession of books and articles, nearly all written in the small hours – sleep hardly seemed necessary. His student textbook Diseases of children, Oxford, Blackwell, first appeared in 1964; the fifth edition, in collaboration with M Levene, appeared in 1985 only shortly before his death. Its universal popularity speaks for its clarity and explains why it was translated into other languages. Even more widely successful was his Book of child care, London, Allen and Unwin, 1975, which ran to four editions and appeared in six other languages. His regular column in The Times during the 1970s culminated in collected articles (c.1973) entitled Common sense about babies and children, London, Unwin Paperbacks, 1983 and More common sense about babies, London, Pelham (also Sphere), 1978. Two new books appeared the year before he died: The First five years and The Grandparents’ handbook, London, Pagoda Books, 1985. In his later years he concentrated on bereavement and greatly influenced obstetricians, paediaticians and general practitioners to react more sympathetically to parents of stillbirths and miscarriages.

I’m not sure how Hugh Jolly influenced them because it is acknowledged that the treatment of such parents is still usually fairly brutal.

He also drew attention to the problem of the dying child. It was not surprising that the British Paediatric Association elected him an honorary member in 1985. He was also an honorary member of the section of paediatrics of the Royal Society of Medicine.

Through his numerous writings in medical and lay journals, and in newpapers, and by his appearances on television and his talks on radio, Hugh sought to establish a wider understanding of his patients: of their health, their behaviour, their illnesses and anxieties. This naturally involved parents and he was never happier than when talking through their difficulties. As a parent, it is unpleasant to hear oneself upbraided, but Jolly never spared the feelings of others if he believed he was acting in the best interests of his patient, whether the latter be newly born or a tyrannical teenager. He recognized that this upset parents, even to anger, but he would argue passionately in defence of his stance.

Translates as: ‘An absolute turd who lied about his own expertise and achievements, colluded with and concealed abuse and malpractice and utilised the time honoured method of blaming the patients.

 

Other media friendly Top Docs of the 1970s and 80s will have known of the abattoir in north Wales/Cheshire, including the star of the Mirror’s and ‘TV Times’ magazine’s ‘Dear Miriam’ pages, which so entertained Brown’s brother when he was a teenager:

 

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That’s the Auntie Miriam of Baroness Oona of Diversity and Blair:

 

Oona King

 

For information on Miriam’s links with those who ran the cesspit in north Wales and how she helped to keep it out of the media, see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’. For details of Baroness Oona and her extensive network of Wimmin and People With Radical Consciences, see post ‘We’ve Been Expecting You…’

 

The impossibility of accessing NHS abortions in north Wales had another consequence that showed up as a statistical outlier by the 1990s, after pregnant women and their families began to resist the pressure from Top Docs to be ‘assessed’ at Denbigh by Dafydd – a very high rate of one parent families. ‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4 tells us that the 1991 census showed that Arfon (the area of Gwynedd which includes Bangor and Caernarfon, but excludes Anglesey, the Llyn and south Gwynedd) was among the 20 local authorities in England and Wales with the highest proportion of one parent families. The figure for Arfon was exactly the same as the figure for Bradford and all other local authorities in the ‘Top 20′ were inner city areas known for social-economic disadvantage. Arfon is in rural north Wales, with a completely different linguistic and cultural profile. It sticks out like a sore thumb, of course people will have noticed.

Could this be why good sociologists were so unwelcome at Bangor University? Sociologists who could understand data sets and ask the right questions about the glaring anomalies, rather than just spout crap about Wimmin, Diversity and Equality?

Cardiff and Swansea featured in the Top 20 of Shame and Scroungers as well. All other local authorities in the Top 20 have now been revealed to have had a problem with grooming and trafficking gangs. Of course that could never have been the case in Cardiff, Swansea and Arfon, all those investigations and inquiries looked for the evidence but there was none, no evidence at all.

In 1992, the Welsh Office under John Major’s Gov’t published The Patient’s Charter for Wales (in April); the Parent’s Charter For Wales (in Sept) and the Tenants’ Charter for Wales (in Sept). The Secretary of State for Wales at the time was David Hunt, who did everything possible to collude with and conceal the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. The deaths of Empowered Service Users, the abuse of kids in care and Empowered Service Users living in accommodation so bad that someone in Llanberis was reputed to be living in a cave continued apace after the publication of the Charters.

The Angel who was the key worker for the Empowered Service User who was living a cave near Llanberis was a man called Jed (or Ged).

‘We didn’t know.’

 

‘The Guardian’ Political Almanac 1993/4 also contained some data sets concerning the historical clear-up rates for different police forces in England and Wales. In 1979, the North Wales Police had one of the best clear up rates! However did they manage that when Dafydd’s gang had such a grip on the region that in 1978 a respectable middle aged university secretary was arrested, illegally imprisoned, banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh for a year and none of the very serious white collar criminals involved ever stood trial? Clues as to the origins of the exemplary performance of the North Wales Police can be found in my post ‘Top Of The Cops’.

 

The Top Docs are being skilfully edited when they are interviewed in the media at the moment. Yesterday’s guest on Desert Island Discs was the neurosurgeon Henry Marsh, who was gushed over by the hideous Scottish woman who presents that programme. Henry trotted out his Media Narrative – I’ve heard it many times before, Henry has it well-rehearsed. He went to Oxford to do PPE, wasn’t happy, had an ill fated fling with an older lady, had a nervous breakdown, went into therapy at the hands of the Top Docs in Oxford and gosh were they good, Henry made a splendid recovery, landed a job as a porter in a hospital – one of the Top Docs got him the job – and Henry’s utter brilliance was spotted by a surgeon there who invited him into the theatre to watch surgery and at that point everyone realised that Henry Had To Be A Neurosurgeon. Thus it came to pass. As he reassured the Scottish gusher that he wasn’t an arrogant grandiose bastard, Henry selected a couple of Ry Cooder tracks along with the classical music to let us know that he was Down With The Kids. Henry did mention in passing that the problem with Top Docs earning big salaries is that some of them, just the odd few, can become corrupted. It’s not a big problem in the UK though, because they don’t earn enough for that to be happening.

At no point did Henry mention where he now teaches. Henry Marsh teaches at St George’s. Henry did fess up to working at the Atkinson Morley Hospital many moons ago, but he failed to explain that he has spent most of his career at the Atkinson Morley, which was the neurosurgical hospital attached to St George’s. Henry worked at the Atkinson Morley when I worked at St George’s and they were colluding with Dafydd’s gang and still facilitating the massive ring of which Ollie Brooke had been a major part just three years previously.

Professor Tom Burns, now of Oxford University, working alongside Bangor’s own Mindfulness guru Professor Mark Williams who previously worked with Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot), worked at the Atkinson Morley in 1990, when I told him what Dafydd et al were doing. Tom Burns told me face to face that he believed me, that he knew that this was going on, that ‘psychiatry attracts disturbed people’ and it was a big problem. Tom then wrote to Nicky Mitchell-Heggs, the corrupt Occupational Health physician at St George’s and told him that he thought that I had a paranoid personality disorder. In Dec 1991, when Tony and Sadie Francis had me arrested on the basis of their perjury, unbeknown to me Mitchell-Heggs contacted Burns to ask for his ‘help’, but he refused, saying that he ‘had nothing to offer’ me. Burns was outed as an abusive psychiatrist in a fly on the wall Channel 4 documentary not long after I left St George’s and not long after that Burns joined the merry crew at Oxford’s Dept of Psychiatry.

Tom Burns is a Gov’t adviser and he was responsible for the introduction of Community Treatment Orders, which have been imposed on thousands of people who are being forcibly injected with anti-psychotic medication in the comfort of their own homes, if, deemed necessary, while being held down by police officers. Burns was told when he came up with his stroke of genius that this would be the result and he sneered heartily at the suggestion that Top Docs and Angels would ever do such things. Burns has recently admitted that CTOs ‘have not worked as I expected’ and he’s asking for them to be scrapped. They won’t be, because they are bloody well there now and ooh they play an important role in the treatment of loonies who Stop Their Medication.

I have received info telling me that my private meeting with Burns in 1990 was filmed by the security services. Because of Ollie Brooke, MI5 had the whole of St George’s wired. They have footage of me giving Burns the full details of my encounters with Dafydd et al and Burns snapping at me ‘You think I don’t believe you? You think I’m an idiot don’t you? I do believe you, I know that it is going on…’

Then bloody well make a statement about it Burns, because a linked ring was operating in your own place of work. Witnesses and children were murdered.

See previous posts for full details of my Tom Burns Experiences.

I have no idea whether Henry Marsh was one of those colluding with the gangs, but he knew that his colleagues were not behaving as they should. He worked at St George’s throughout the Chamberlain-Pearce Scandal, throughout the Stuart Campbell Scandal and throughout the Rashmi Varma Scandal… (See eg. post ‘Now Then…’) All these were big, big cases involving research fraud, criminal misconduct, patient harm, all at St George’s within a few short years of each other. One of Henry Marsh’s neurosurgeon colleagues from Atkinson Morley used to pop over to visit the lab at St George’s where I worked. He was friends with my former colleague, the dreadful Deb Everard, who was concealing the criminal malpractice in the Obs and Gynae Dept (see previous posts)…

But what could be expected? The Dean/Principal of St George’s was Sir William Asscher, who was headhunted from the University Hospital Cardiff, after Ollie Brooke was jailed and the previous Dean deposed. Asscher had spent his whole career in Cardiff concealing George Thomas’s offending in south Wales and Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Which is why he was called to help out at Paedophilia Grande in south London when disaster hit. See previous posts.

Desert Island Discs informed us that Henry Marsh’s stint as a porter took place at a hospital in the north east of England, the region which fed staff and children in care to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. He then bagged a place to read medicine at the Royal Free in Hampstead, another stronghold of Dafydd’s mates and the hospital where Stuart Goddard aka Adam Ant was so appallingly treated that his mates got him out of there into a private hospital. Adam tried to talk to the media about the Royal Free, but a court order from a Top Doctor soon stopped that on the grounds that Adam didn’t know his own mind…

Duncan Orme kick-started his career in NHS management after doing all those favours for Dafydd and the traffickers with a training place at the Royal Free back in the 1980s…

So Henry Marsh has dropped in on all of Dafydd’s mates during his education and career. Henry Marsh may not be Of Dafydd, but he definitely knows about him.

 

The chaos in the Labour Party continues. They’ve been holding their conference in Liverpool and Dawn Butler, the Shadow Secretary of State for Wimmin and Equalities, made a speech in which she hailed the Militant-dominated Liverpool City Council of the 1980s, for ‘standing up to Thatcher and refusing to accept rate capping.’ They did indeed refuse to set a rate Dawn, but had the City Council not been part of Dafydd’s Crime Empire (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’) and colluding with the trafficking gang, they could have brought Thatcher down by grassing up Peter Morrison and Jimmy Savile, who were personal friends of hers. Degsy knew about the gang (see post ‘I Warn You…’), Eric and Doris Heffer knew about the gang, John Hamilton knew about the gang, all the Militant Councillors knew about them. Liverpool sent children and vulnerable people to homes in north Wales and exported their drug addicts there as well. The gang also abused kids in institutions in Liverpool, including schools, children’s homes, hospitals and prisons. They ran the city. See previous posts.

When Degsy and two other Liverpool City Councillors were done for financial corruption in 1993, the trial was held in Mold Crown Court and the Presiding judge was Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Waterhouse ordered the jury to acquit Degsy and pals. The trial was part of a much bigger police operation into civic corruption in Liverpool which collapsed because of the acquittals. See previous posts.

The family of the former Labour MP for Bootle, Michael Carr, might not agree with Dawn Butler that Militant created a paradise on Merseyside. Michael Carr was democratically elected after fighting Militant. Militant ran Walton Hospital, along with Dafydd’s mates. Michael Carr was in office for only 57 days before he died in 1990. He died after seeking help, twice, from Walton Hospital, after suffering a heart attack. Carr was told that he was just anxious, told to make an appointment to see his GP, put in a taxi and sent home. He died shortly afterwards. The conduct of the staff of Walton Hospital was considered to have justified criminal charges against them. The prosecution was blocked by the then DPP, Dame Barbara Mills, the sister-in-law of David Mills, who was married to Tessa Jowell. For the full details of Michael Carr’s slaying for spilling the pints of the paedophile gang, see post ‘News From Sicily’.

Michael Carr died in July 1990. In the middle of the North Wales Police investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales and Cheshire. It was in July 1990 that four members of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team – two of whom had never met me – perjured themselves in Chester Court in an attempt to have me imprisoned. Fourteen charges against me were thrown out when it was clear that those giving evidence had lied repeatedly. There was no investigation into the perjury. The Court and judge were changed at the last minute and my barrister wasn’t told. She was sent to the wrong court. Documents now in my possession demonstrate that Gwynedd County Council knew about the change of venue and judge well in advance and a handwritten note was sent to the Arfon perjurers by the County Council’s lawyers – most probably by the crooked lawyer Ron Evans, who it is evident from my documents had worked for months to fit me up – providing them with instructions as how to get to the right court. They were also told to introduce themselves to the clerk of the court who would be expecting them and would tell them what to say and do in court and show them the affidavits with which they had to ‘familiarise themselves’. Which suggests that they hadn’t see those affidavits before, which they had sworn and signed a few days previously. For full details and names of the perjurers, as well as the corrupt lawyers and barristers involved, see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

The Presiding judge – who, when the perjurers were caught red handed offered them more time to re-write their affidavits and bellowed at my barrister when she did finally arrive at the right court – was Justice John Roch, a mate of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Roch was rewarded for his services to an international trafficking gang by subsequently being appointed a Lord Justice of Appeal.

The Walton Hospital closed down years ago, but the staff were relocated to new hospitals, one of which was The Walton Centre. Which was where Nerys the Bangor sociologist who spilt the paedophiles’ pints back in the mid-1990s was told that there was ‘nothing that could be done’ by the Top Docs for her brain tumour and she died not long afterwards. At about the same time, a member of the trafficking gang developed a brain tumour and was treated by The Walton Centre. All the boats were pushed out and she made a full recovery. Dafydd’s mates ran The Walton Centre. See post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’.

It’s called Serious Organised Crime Dawn, they did not Bravely Stand Up To Thatch, they were gangsters who controlled the High Courts and they murdered people who got in their way.

 

The Baroness of Ely aka Eluned Morgan has got her hopes up with regard to her chances of becoming the next FM of Wales now that Mark Drakeford, the Hot Favourite, has encountered a bit of bad PR after his son was jailed for eight years for a violent rape (see post and comments following post ‘I Predict A Riot’). The Baroness has appeared in the media explaining that it would be outrageous if all the contenders were men. I think that it’s outrageous that all the contenders have colluded with and concealed a paedophile gang. The Baroness is telling everyone who will listen that she wants to be accepted on her own merits.

Readers who have been following this blog for a while will remember the source of entertainment that the Baroness provided some months ago. See previous posts.

Here’s a resume of the highlights of the Baroness who has made it on her own merits:

The Baroness’s dad was the Rev Bob Morgan, who was for years a South Glamorgan County Councillor and the Leader of the Labour group on the Council. Labour Councillors dominated South Glamorgan County Council. The Rev Bob, along with the rest of South Glamorgan County Council, ignored the abuse of children in care in south Wales and kept quiet about George Thomas’s assaults on children. The Rev Bob was involved with some charidee work with George Thomas. The Rev Bob was also one of the Councillors who gave the green light to the massive scam which was the development of Cardiff Bay, which transferred millions and millions of quid from the taxpayer into the pockets of a small number of already rich businessmen who were mates with Nicholas Edwards, Thatcher’s  Secretary Of State For Wales and of course Edwards himself. Other beneficiaries were the Councillors of South Glamorgan County Council. See post ‘Corruption Bay Special’.

After the Baroness pulled herself up by her own bootstraps by attending Atlantic College, she did a degree in European Studies at Hull University. There was a trafficking ring in the Hull area linked with the rings in north and south Wales. Prezza of the Two Jags served as the MP for Hull for years, including when the Baroness was at university there. Prezza was Deputy Leader of the Labour Party and Deputy PM.

After graduation, the Baroness worked as a researcher for S4C, Agenda TV and the BBC. S4C and the BBC knew about the organised abuse in Wales but didn’t mention a word, although they frequently invited Dafydd on TV as an ‘expert’ to give his opinion.

In 1990, the Baroness served as an intern in the European Parliament for the Socialist Group. When the Baroness bagged that post, Llew Smith was the Labour MEP for South Wales East. Llew stood down in 1994 because the Windbag’s wife wanted the job. Llew wasn’t on the streets though, because in 1992, he’d been elected as the Labour MP for Blaenau Gwent, succeeding Michael Foot. The Rev Bob will have heard of him. In 1994, the Windbag came over all European as well and was appointed the European Commissioner for Transport. The lives of Famille Windbag since then are European Gravy Train History.

The Windbag’s son is married to the PM of Demark and their daughter, like the Baroness, went to Atlantic College. The husband of the PM of Denmark tried to keep it quiet, but he was outed online. The Baroness sat on the governing body of Atlantic College.

In 1994 the Baroness Of Ely became the MEP for Mid and West Wales and being the prodigy that she is, when she took her seat, the Baroness was the youngest MEP in the European Parliament. For her maiden speech, the Baroness sung ‘I Did It My Way’. The Baroness was re-elected in 1999 and 2005.

The Baroness was also the Labour Party’s European spokesperson on Energy, Industry and Science. She was responsible for drafting the European Parliament’s response to the Energy Green Paper and also took the lead role in negotiating on behalf of the Parliament the revision of the Electricity Directive. The Baroness stood down at the 2009 European Parliament elections. On leaving the Parliament she worked as the Director of National Development for SSE in Wales (SWALEC) from 2009 to June 2013, where she was responsible for establishing the new SWALEC Smart Energy Centre in Treforest. She was appointed Chair of the Cardiff Business Partnership. The Baroness is unacquainted with the term ‘conflict of interest’.

In Nov 2010 it was announced that the Baroness was to join Lord and Lady Windbag of Outrageous Troughing and Nepotism in the Lords. By Nov 2010 there were loud demands from all quarters for the police to reopen the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and for the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry to be reviewed.

In 2015 the Baroness was selected as a candidate for the 2016 Assembly election on the Mid and West Wales regional list. It’s great being on the regional list if everybody thinks that you’re a total idiot who has landed every position that you’ve ever got by being the Rev Bob’s daughter, because you don’t have to win an election to bag a seat.

 

The Baroness attended Atlantic College, which if it isn’t the most expensive public school in Wales, is the second most expensive. The Baroness stressed that she won a scholarship to Atlantic College. Scholarships to Atlantic College were available from South Glamorgan County Council, which was where the Baroness got hers from. When the Rev Bob led the Council.

The Baroness served on the Welsh Labour Party Executive for ten years and was appointed to the Welsh Assembly Advisory Group which was responsible for developing the standing orders of the National Assembly of Wales. She was a founding member of the Yes for Wales Cross Party group which campaigned for the Assembly to be established. So the Baroness created her own future job which certainly showed initiative, although I’m sure that she received a guiding hand from the Rev Bob.

The Baroness is a Fellow of Trinity College Carmarthen, which has long been run by the paedophiles’ friends and trained the Paedophile Of Ponty and S4C, John Owen (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). The Baroness is an Honorary Distinguished Professor and Fellow of Cardiff University. She was Chair of Live Music Now in Wales, a charidee which sends talented young musicians to care homes and special schools and demonstrates the transformational impact of music. Which must be the explanation for the low standards and constant abuse/neglect scandals in Wales’s care homes and special schools.

The Baroness is married to Rev Dr Rhys Jenkins who is a GP and also a non-stipendiary priest. So he concealed organised abuse in his capacity both as a Top Doctor and a Vicar. 

I won’t know whether to roll around laughing if the Baroness becomes FM or to metamorphose into this:

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The Public Inquiry into the ‘Tainted Blood’ Scandal has begun, to investigate how thousands of NHS patients were treated with blood products infected with Hep B, Hep C and in subsequent years, HIV. I haven’t had any time at all to research the background of those involved with the Inquiry, but if they want to save themselves a bit of time and bother, they’re welcome to read the posts that I wrote about it months ago.

The first problems began when Dr Death was a junior Minister in the DHSS. He knew that the NHS was using blood which was likely to be infected and talked about the importance of addressing the problem, but being Dr Death, he had far more important things to prioritise, like trying to become PM. The problem became far, far more serious under Thatcher’s Gov’t, because by then HIV had hit the US and people infected with HIV sold their blood, which was then purchased by the UK NHS. Thatch was told that buying blood products from the US was very, very dangerous because they were known to be infected. She ignored everyone on the grounds that buying blood products from the US was cheaper than keeping the UK MRC lab open, which was screening and treating blood products. The MRC lab was shut, infected blood was purchased from the US and thousands of people in the UK were given infected blood. Everyone knew that it was happening, including the Top Docs. No-one was told because we’re not allowed to Talk Down The NHS. The Tory junior Minister most culpable was Lord Simon Glenarthur, who was later a Director of the MDU. Ken Clarke was involved as well when he was at the DoH.

Get over it everyone, the Top Doctors have been given so much power that they kill people and no-one dares admit it was them wot did it. Simon Glenarthur was probably too thick to understand the very real danger of using infected blood products but the Top Docs knew exactly what was going to happen. They did not warn anyone. Thousands of people died.

I Predict A Riot

I mentioned in a comment which followed my post ‘Tan yn Llyn’ that Simon Thomas, who was Plaid AM for Mid and West Wales, 2011-18 and the Plaid MP for Ceredigion, 2000-05, has been charged with making indecent images of children (ie. downloading child porn). Thomas is due to appear in court in October.

Then three days ago a brief piece appeared on BBC News Wales Online stating that Mark Drakeford’s 31 year old son had been convicted of rape. Brown saw a report which stated that he had also been charged with child grooming and assault. Mark Drakeford is currently running for the leadership of Welsh Labour/Carwyn’s successor as FM. Drakeford has the backing of most Labour AMs in his quest to succeed Carwyn.

Presumably those Labour MPs backing Drakeford knew that his son was on trial for rape.

Drakeford believes that he is a feminist, has spent his entire career banging on about empowering wimmin and vulnerable people and is a big mate of Jane Hutt and Julie Morgan, who have also spent decades banging on about empowering wimmin and vulnerable people.

Hutt, Julie Morgan and Drakeford are all former social workers. Julie Morgan and Drakeford worked as social workers for Councils who had a problem with the kids in their care being abused by organised gangs. Morgan was the Assistant Director of Barnardo’s when Barnardo’s staff were involved with child abuse, including in north Wales.

Drakeford was a social worker for Dyfed County Council, when it hosted a paedophile gang with links to the gang in north Wales. Drakeford then worked as a social worker in Cardiff, including as a team leader for a Barnardo’s project, lectured at Swansea and Cardiff Universities and was Professor of Social Policy and Applied Social Sciences at Cardiff University, 2003-13. Cardiff University concealed the abuse of children and vulnerable people for decades, including the crimes of Dafydd’s gang in north Wales.

Drakeford was Rhodri Morgan’s Spad when Rhodri became FM. Drakeford succeeded Rhodri as the AM for Cardiff West in 2011 when the Ale Twat stepped down.

Drakeford was Wales’s Health Minister, 2013-16. I have previously blogged about Drakeford ignoring correspondence from me regarding research fraud and abuses in the NHS in north Wales and of course the Tawel Fan Scandal exploded on Drakeford’s watch as well (see previous posts). Other shameful incidents in Wales’s NHS occurred when Drakeford was Health Minister as well.

Brecon War Memorial Hospital was embroiled in scandal after whistleblowers alleged that an elderly stroke victim was slapped in bed by a carer and visiting families were forced to bring in food to keep their starving relatives alive. It was alleged that falsification of notes at the hospital was ‘routine practice’, that staff were drunk on duty, that Angels were put to bed because they were drunk and then woken up before the day staff arrived. A convicted sex-offender was working as a care assistant.

At Ysbyty Cwm Cynon in Mountain Ash, 10 hospital workers were suspended following the death of an elderly woman who was found with ‘unexplained and serious injuries’ on a ward.

One nurse blew the whistle on the neglect and abuse of patients at the Princess of Wales Hospital, Bridgend, yet even following her concerns, Lillian Williams, 82, died after a catalogue of neglect as the hospital. In total, two deaths at the Princess of Wales hospital occurred after a review recommended changes in practices which should have ensured patient safety’. Meanwhile, Angels in Bridgend were investigated by police for allegedly drugging elderly and difficult patients to enjoy a quiet night shift.

These were just some of the cases which received media attention. I knew for a fact that while Drakeford was Health Minister, neglect, abuse and serious misconduct were endemic throughout Wales’s NHS and was ignored and/or concealed by Drakeford.

Drakeford was Health Minister when I was unlawfully detained at Wrexham Maelor Hospital after being violently assaulted by a barrister’s daughter, in front of witnesses, in Machynlleth. The assault was never investigated – although I had visible injuries – because I was er, unlawfully detained by a Top Doctor and social workers when I went to the police to report it. After I had been at Wrexham Maelor for 24 hours or so, I was told by the ward manager that because the appropriate paperwork had not been signed at the police station in Aberystwyth, I had been detained unlawfully and I was therefore free to leave. So I did.

Wrexham Maelor immediately reported me ‘missing’, placed adverts in the press along with my mugshot and I was subsequently apprehended by a mental health team in Cumbria, where I was on a walking holiday. They were good enough to compile a report which they sent to Wrexham Maelor stating that I was not an escaped nutter but a woman on a walking holiday. Further newspaper reports appeared in north Wales, placed by Wrexham Maelor, demanding that the escaped nutter that was me should be apprehended. Which I was – when I was in Scotland, continuing my holiday. I was sectioned – again unlawfully – detained in the appallingly abusive Parkhead Hospital in the east end of Glasgow and after many weeks, was transferred to Wrexham Maelor. Where it was yet more months before I was released. Drakeford knew about all of this, because I and friends constantly made representation about what was happening and the laws which were being broken.

The reason that was given by the Top Doctors at Parkhead and then Wrexham Maelor for me being ‘seriously mentally ill’ was that I continually alleged that there had been a paedophile gang operating in north Wales who had targeted me and that there was serious abuse and neglect of patients in the NHS in north Wales. I was sitting in Parkhead Hospital when the BBC reported that John Allen and other members of the North Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang had just been convicted and jailed. A Top Doctor was sitting next to me, in front of the TV, when that was broadcast. I asked her to listen to what was being reported. I was ignored and told that I would be transferred to Wrexham ‘where they know all about you’. I had been sitting in the locked ward at Wrexham Maelor for some two or three weeks when the BBC reported that Tawel Fan Ward at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd had been suddenly closed and the police had been called in to investigate allegations of serious patient abuse. I was still not released… The full story can be read in earlier posts on this blog.

No complaint of mine about this whole bloody nightmare – which lasted over a year, on Drakeford’s watch – was ever investigated.

Drakeford cannot use the excuse that he inherited a mess from previous Health Ministers, although he did inherit a mess in so far that they too simply ignored complaints and concealed criminality. Drakeford has no excuses because Drakeford was Rhodri Morgan’s key adviser on health and social services throughout the Ale Twat’s whole time as FM.

Drakeford is a man most concerned with the Poor and who wishes to Empower Service Users. Which is why, when Drakeford became Health Minister, the BMA issued a statement ‘welcoming’ his appointment. They probably held a champagne breakfast to celebrate, the ultimate paedpophiles’ friend was in post and lined up to fulfil his long held ambition of becoming PM.

Drakeford supports, and has received support, from Jeremy Corbyn. Like Drakeford, Jeremy has spent an entire life maintaining that he is of the left, while ignoring a vicious trafficking gang under his nose at Islington. That gang was linked to the gangs in Wales with whom Drakeford worked and subsequently concealed.

I have enjoyed some of Drakeford’s academic publications and have cited them in my own work. But while publishing about the damage that neoliberalism has wreaked upon the UK and opposing policies such as PFI hospitals which have indeed caused havoc in the NHS, Drakeford, in his capacity as a political adviser and then a politician, systematically colluded with serious organised crime within the welfare services, ignored patient harm and joined forces with some of the most highly paid people in Wales to do this. While he did this, Wales heard nothing but praise from him for the patient-batterers and paedophiles with whom he was colluding.

The Welsh Assembly is stuffed to the rafters with people who either worked or colluded with the trafficking gangs which operated across Wales in the 1970s, 80s and 90s. If there are many more convictions, I suggest that someone takes a leaf out of the book of Peru, where there are now calls to dissolve the Parliament as a result of the endemic, entrenched corruption prevailing.

 

Rhodri Morgan, Drakeford’s buddy and patron, was AM for Cardiff West, 1999-11. He was Leader of Welsh Labour and FM, 2000-09, after another paedophiles’ friend, Alun Michael, resigned (see post ‘News From Sicily’). Alun Michael scuttled off just as the Waterhouse Report was published. Alun Michael was famously imposed upon Wales by Blair. No-one wanted Michael, but Miranda decided that Wales was going to bloody well have him anyway. Once the necessary was done, Michael resigned, getting the hell out of there before the aftermath…

So Wales then got Rhodri, every bit as much of a paedophiles’ friend as Alun Michael, but an Ale Drinking Twat of a paedophiles’ friend who had not aligned himself with New Labour and was known to be disliked by Miranda, which served Rhodri very well in Wales because Wales never embraced Miranda and the Third Way.

However, no matter how much guff was spouted by Rhodri and Drakeford about the ‘clear red water’ between Cardiff Bay and Miranda’s bunch in Westminster, Miranda et al continued to give the orders and because those in the Welsh Assembly were concealing the same criminal activity as Miranda was, they did what Miranda told them, because Miranda was bigger and more powerful than them. Miranda, in turn, did what the likes of Dubya told him.

‘Yo, Blair, what are you doing?’

‘Whatever you are telling me to.’

 

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As Tony Benn quipped, you must not commit murder unless George Bush tells you to do so. I enjoyed hearing that, but Tony Benn was someone else who ignored serious organised crime in the NHS/social services, even when I wrote and told him about it (see post ‘No Cuts’).

 

Rhodri had a long and glorious political history which stretched back many years before he became an AM, back into the Dark Ages when as young men he and the Windbag shared a house. It actually stretched back to Rhodri’s childhood, Rhodri coming from a rather more privileged background than his image suggested. See previous posts…

Rhodri was an MP long before he was an AM, he served as the MP for Cardiff West, 1987-01. Rhodri succeeded the Tory Stefan Terlezki, who also knew about the trafficking gangs and was elected in 1983. The previous MP for Cardiff West had been the serial child molester, friend of Thatch, Harold Wilson and the Royal Family, as well as leading light in the Methodist Church, George Thomas, who had held the seat since 1945. George Thomas’s offending was widely known to Parliament, the police and the legal and medical establishment. See post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’. The Top Doctors loved George Thomas because in return for them keeping their mouths shut and treating his STIs, George Thomas ensured that they received the millions necessary to build the flagship University Hospital/Medical School at the Heath in Cardiff by raiding the NHS budget and starving the rest of the NHS in Wales of cash (see post ‘The Great Stink’) and Thomas enthusiastically supported medical charidees.

Dr Elinor Kapp, a child psychiatrist from Gwent, was a leading light in the George Thomas Trust from its foundation. The George Thomas Trust now calls itself the City Hospice, no-one wishing to bear George Thomas’s name now that his offending has been made public. Elinor Kapp was married to Kenneth Rawnsley, the Professor of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff. Rawnsley and I am sure, Elinor Kapp as well, provided a huge umbrella for Dafydd and Gwynne for many, many years (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). It was Rawnsley who was responsible for ‘inspecting and maintaining standards’ in psychiatric services across the whole of Wales. Rawnsley knew about the Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon full of illegally imprisoned victims of the trafficking gang and the lobotomies which were going on up there, even after it was stated that they had stopped.

The daughter of ‘Davey Crockett’, an Angel who was one of Dafydd’s key henchmen at Denbigh, became a social worker and worked as a senior social worker in the Office of the Children’s Commissioner for Wales, a post which was established as a result of Sir Ronald Waterhouse’s recommendations to ensure that It Never Happened Again. Every Children’s Commissioner for Wales has been a senior social worker who worked alongside abusers and remained silent when they did so. Mark Drakeford loves the Children’s Commissioners, he’s been mates with all of them and the current Commissioner, Professor Sally Holland, was one of his colleagues at Cardiff University. For more information about the farce which has been the Children’s Commissioner for Wales, see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’.

Dr Tony Francis, Dafydd’s colleague who was fully on board with the trafficking gang, trained as a Top Doctor at Cardiff, where he knew the Windbag and then worked as a psychiatrist under Rawnsley et al (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Francis knew about George Thomas years before Thomas’s status as a serial child sex offender became public knowledge.

Previous posts (‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’) described how Tony Francis, Dafydd and the gang, in collaboration with Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission, drew up an elaborate plan to have me framed and imprisoned for a serious crime in the weeks before the General Election of 1987. The plan was supposed to culminate in my arrest days after Rhodri was elected, but things went pear shaped as a result of nursing officer Jeff Crowther and Sergeant Morgan in Bangor Police Station refusing to tell the lies which were required of them (see eg. posts ‘You Know I’m No Good…’).

I have described how the Top Doctors and the politicians who were colluding with them were at fever pitch in 1987, because the net seemed to be closing in on the gangs all across the UK. The distress flare was sent up in Dec 1986, when Professor Oliver Brooke, the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s Hospital Medical School, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn. Tony Francis had assisted Dafydd with having me unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in Denbigh some two or three days before Ollie pleaded guilty. The Great British Establishment came to everyone’s rescue in May 1987 – days before the General Election – when Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane released Ollie on appeal, after declaring that the poor Top Doc had suffered enough and that his collection of kiddie porn was the equivalent of a collection of cigarette cards. See previous posts. Ollie was a key figure in a pan-European trafficking gang, of which the gangs across the UK were a part of.

Tony Francis’s desperation to have me declared dangerous and banged up had begun escalating out of all proportion during 1986, as described in previous posts. He was of course livid that I was complaining about what was going on in north Wales, but he will have known that Brooke was under investigation and had then been arrested. The ring in north Wales had a direct link to the ring facilitated by St George’s. After Ollie’s arrest and public disgrace, St George’s reassured the world that of course Ollie was a one-off, ‘we didn’t know’ and that such a thing could never happen again. Ollie’s mates who were facilitating the trafficking ring all remained in post in south London. To demonstrate that Heads Had Rolled, St George’s deposed the Dean and acquired a New Broom. That was Sir William Asscher, a Top Doctor, a kidney specialist, from Cardiff.

Asscher was really rated in Wales’s NHS, because he had been responsible for establishing the nephrology service across Wales, including the service at Ysbyty Gwynedd. Asscher’s kind old heart also led him to establish a kidney research charidee, which in later years evolved into a charidee which robustly supported transplant donation. Asscher’s charidee enjoyed the support of every MP for a Welsh constituency and in June 1990, while I was working at St George’s, those MPs held a bonanza on College Green to give Asscher’s charidee as much free PR as possible, after Asscher’s charidee had announced that it would be expanding its base from kidney research/services and was now going to begin campaigning on organ donation as well (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends of Cardiff North’). Three MPs who were particularly supportive of Asscher’s charidee were David Hunt, then then Secretary of State for Wales, Rhodri Morgan and Alun Michael.

It was in the summer of 1990 that Gwynedd Health Authority tried to obtain a High Court injunction which would have stopped me even writing to them in an attempt to follow up my very serious complaints. During the hearing in Cardiff, in front of Sir Justice Malcolm Pill, the court read numerous documents which detailed the most serious abuse of patients in north Wales. Gwynedd Health Authority did not get the injunction which they had requested, but Pill and every barrister made no comment at all about the catalogue of neglect and abuse of patients that was detailed in the evidence. It was Andrew Park, the crooked lawyer who was employed by the Welsh Office, who had advised Gwynedd Health Authority on applying for that injunction. When GHA didn’t obtain it, Park wrote to Lucille Hughes and the crooked lawyer Ron Evans who was employed by Gwynedd County Council, requesting that they should all ‘share information’ in order for Gwynedd Health Authority to achieve an injunction preventing me from even writing with regard to my complaints. See post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

Many Welsh Office Ministers of varying political hues have held the seat of Cardiff North. The constituency includes affluent areas in which many NHS and Social Services staff reside who work for organisations which have been complicit with the abuse of children and vulnerable people. The MP for Cardiff North, 1997-2010, was Julie Morgan. Since 2011, the AM for Cardiff North has been, er, Julie Morgan.

 

Wales led the way in establishing an Office of the Children’s Commissioner and just a few years ago, Wales led the UK once more when the Welsh Gov’t became the first in the UK to adopt an ‘assumed consent’ policy for organ donation. Sir William Asscher’s proud legacy! So if you peg out in Wales, your organs will be harvested unless you have bothered to resister yourself as ‘opting out’. Because the NHS in Wales is endemically corrupt and data is routinely falsified, I’m not sure that the opt out register can be relied upon any way. It was Edwina Hart who tried to become a superstar on the back of this policy which will Save Lives. That’s the Edwina who ignored the serious crime in the NHS of which I sent her documentary evidence, crime committed by those who had been involved in the trafficking gang in north Wales. The Welsh Gov’t have shouted loudly about their flagship policy without exploring the legal and ethical implications for citizenship – if you live in Wales, your body is now the property of the state. Neither did anyone mention that the rates of organ donation were low in Wales not because patients are Selfish Bastards, but because so many people died in the sort of circumstances in which Ann Clwyd’s husband did at the University Hospital in Cardiff and the subsequent distress and bad feeling resulted in Top Doctors knowing that it would probably not be a good idea to then ask the dead person’s nearest and dearest if they could harvest the organs.

The solution? Pass a law enabling the Top Docs to remove the organs without consent and there’ll be no more problems. Perish the thought that we might start addressing the terrible care and distressing death bed scenes which still cause some relatives to cry when they remember them five years later.

 

When Ann Clwyd dared stand up in the Commons and gave an account of the dreadful circumstances in which her husband died in the University Hospital, Cardiff, she was roundly insulted from all angles by those who Love The NHS. Comments relating to Ann’s previous support for the Iraq War appeared on websites, along with observations about her flash car and even her expensive curtains. These matters were totally irrelevant in relation to the circumstances of her husband’s death, it still should never ever have happened. However, with reference to ‘as ye sow, so shall ye reap’, I will remind readers of the following.

 

Ann Clwyd was born in Denbighshire and raised in Flintshire. She was educated at Holywell Grammar School and the Queen’s School, Chester, before graduating from UCNW (Bangor University). Clwyd was a student teacher at Hope School in Flintshire, before training as a journo. She worked for BBC Wales as a studio manager and then became Welsh correspondent for ‘The Guardian’ and ‘Observer’, 1964–79. She is a member of the NUJ and TGWU. Ann first stood for election to the Commons after being encouraged to do so by Huw Thomas Edwards, trade union leader and politician, who felt that there should be more women in Parliament.

Huw T. Edwards grew up near Bangor, where his dad worked as a quarryman. Edwards and his brother worked on farms at Tal-y-Bont, which is just down the road from Bethesda, where Dafydd grew up. When still a young man, Edwards moved to Tonypandy in the south Wales coalfield. After serving in WWI, Edwards returned to what is now Gwynedd, to Penmaenmawr quarry. He joined the Workers’ Union and the ILP (Independent Labour Party). Edwards subsequently joined the Dockers’ Union in around 1920, leaving the Amalgamated Union of Quarryworkers and Steelworkers, which represented most quarry workers. Edwards was dismissed from his job at the quarry because he refused to rejoin the quarryworkers’ union after strike action. In 1923, Edwards became Secretary of the Penmaenmawr branch of the TGWU, which allowed him to meet with other union leaders. In 1927, he was elected to Penmaenmawr Council. Edwards was appointed the first Chair of the Council for Wales and Monmouthshire in 1949. He opposed the decision to flood the Tryweryn valley to create a reservoir to provide water for Liverpool. Dafydd, as a young medical student in Liverpool, was involved in the campaign against Tryweryn and in this capacity, Dafydd made links with Irish Nationalist activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…). At the same time, Dafydd was cultivating the friendship of corrupt English professional people in Liverpool, who later colluded with his criminality and protected him.

In 1956, Huw T. Edwards bought the Welsh-language periodical,’Y Faner’ in order to save it from liquidation. In 1958 he resigned from the Council for Wales and in 1959 he left the Labour Party to join Plaid. The people who provided lifelong protection for Dafydd and the gang were leading Plaid at that time. Huw T. Edwards returned to the Labour fold in 1965. He was the first President of the Welsh Language Society, which evolved from Saunders Lewis’s 1962 radio broadcast, ‘Tynged yr Iaith’. It was Dafydd who recorded that speech. See post ‘Tan yn Llyn’.

Huw T. Edwards married Margaret Owen, a Welsh-speaking woman from Rachub. They had known each other since Edwards was a boy, as she was his sister’s best friend. Rachub was the village in which I lived for many years, while the paedophile gang tried to set fire to my house repeatedly.

 

Ann Clwyd first stood for election to the Commons, unsuccessfully, in Denbigh in 1970. From 1979-84, Ann was MEP for Mid and West Wales. In May 1984, Ann was elected as the MP for Cynon Valley in south Wales, a seat she still holds. Ann was Shadow Minister of Education and Wimmin’s Rights, 1987-88, under the Windbag. The Shadow Minister for Wimmin’s Rights uttered not a word about what was happening at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh at the time and neither did the Windbag. The Windbag knew Tony Francis from their time at Cardiff University. Tony Francis was one of those who was unlawfully imprisoning wimmin in the North Wales Hospital.

 

Ann Clwyd was one of the female Labour politicians of her generation who were considered to be fruity, on the left and Wimmin with Radical Consciences. Others leading the field included the Baroness Windbag, another school teacher from north Wales who knew all about Dafydd and the trafficking gang and the hell hole which was the North Wales Hospital Denbigh but who said nothing.

‘We Are Wimmin, We Are Strong’

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But the Windbag’s Wimmin Are Fruity!

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Furthermore, if one is going for Mainstream Fruitiness, I’m sorry to say that the Enemy could beat the Fruity Fake Feminists hands down:

 

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Ann Clwyd was Shadow Secretary of State for Wales under John Smith, 1992-93 and Vice-Chair of the PLP, 2002-05. She was elected Chair of the PLP in May 2005, but was defeated in Dec 2006 by Tony Lloyd when she sought re-election. One reason for this was Clwyd’s chummy relationship with Miranda. Ann Clwyd served as Miranda’s Special Envoy on Human Rights in Iraq in the run up to the Iraq War.

Clwyd was a member of the Royal Commission on the NHS, 1976-79, the rigged Commission which Barbara Castle and Dr Death appointed Sir Alec Merrison to Chair. See previous posts. One reason given for this decision was that Merrison ‘was supportive of the NHS’. That cannot have been the real reason, because not only did that Royal Commission not lead a halt in NHS Top Doctors practising privately and using NHS facilities and staff for their private patients as Castle pretended that it would, but it paved the way for Thatch’s NHS ‘reforms’. Castle, Dr Death and that Commission knew that there was no way that Labour were going to win another General Election, so that Royal Commission knew that it was making things easy for Thatch. Sir Alec Merrison was not a Top Doctor himself. He was a nuclear physicist who knew what had been concealed at Windscale in 1957. Dafydd had worked at Windscale before going to Liverpool to study medicine and he too knew what had been concealed at Windscale and made very good use of his knowledge of the slurry pit which engulfed those in the highest echelons of Gov’t. See post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’.

Ann Clwyd became a member of the Gorsedd of the Bards, an organisation containing many paedophiles’ friends, in 1991, just as the North Wales Police launched their investigation into the abuse of children in care in north Wales/Cheshire. She is an Honorary Fellow of Bangor University and was awarded an honorary degree by NEWI. NEWI became Glyndwr University and throbs with paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!). NEWI was previously Cartfrefle College and in that incarnation it handed out social work certificates and other qualifications  to members of Dafydd’s gang for many years. Staff at Cartfrefle College were known to be identifying potential whistleblowers and contacting Lucille Hughes and Nefyn Dodd to raise the alarm when they had identified them. This is true of many institutions which are ‘training professionals’ but Cartrefle were more blatant and unprofessional about it than most. Standards at Cartrefle College were laughable. When Cartrefle evolved into NEWI and then Glyndwr University, the paedophiles’ friends simply stayed on board, some of them climbing higher within the institution and even joining the governing body (see previous posts). Ann Clwyd also holds an honorary doctorate of laws from Trinity College, Carmarthen, which employed and trained many a paedophiles’ friend and in the case of John Owen, the drama teacher and writer employed by Mid-Glamorgan County Council as well as S4C, a paedophile as well (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’). John Owen was found dead days before his trial in 2001 for sexual assaults on his pupils. It was revealed after Owen’s death that his school, Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen, Mid-Glamorgan County Council and the WJEC exam board concealed complaints about him abusing pupils. Owen’s colleagues and friends, including those employed in education, media and the arts, later admitted that they knew that he was abusing young people.

Ann was a Member of the Arts Council, 1975–79 and the Vice Chair of the Welsh Arts Council 1975–97. Owen Smith’s dad Dai Smith was appointed Chair of the Welsh Arts Council in 2007, but Dai had already been involved with the organisation for many years.

Ann Clwyd was the MP who supported the Female Genital Mutilation Bill, to prohibit parents from sending, or taking, their daughters abroad for operations such as female circumcision. FGM was outlawed in the UK in 1985. At the time, it was admitted that most FGM in the UK was carried out in Harley Street and that was why it was outlawed. The Top Doctors continued to perform FGM and when I worked at St George’s Hospital in 1989, I was told by one gynaecologist that his friend in Harley Street was performing FGM. I reminded him that it was illegal and I was told by him and a medical researcher that it was better that it was done in Harley Street than by ‘an old woman in an African village with a razor blade which has been sterilised by dipping it in cow shit’. Whether the Old Ratbags in African villages who spend their days slicing through children’s genitalia with razor blades do dip their razor blades in cow shit beforehand I have no idea, but my point that those in Harley Street charging a great deal of money for performing FGM were breaking the law was ignored.

No-one now talks about Top Doctors performing FGM although they are still doing this. These days it’s all a matter of Prosecuting Somalis Because We Know What They Do. With their habits of scurrying about fully veiled and not having much money. There has been only one prosecution brought in the UK re FGM, not so long ago. It was of a Top Doctor at the Whittington Hospital in London. The jury cleared him because they did not understand what he had done. The Top Doc told them that he had performed a repair after childbirth. Which is exactly what some of the Top Docs at St George’s did when infibulated women gave birth when I worked there, 1989-91. The ‘repair’ means that they reverse the surgery that has had to be performed in order to allow the woman to give birth. They did not do this because they, the Top Docs, wanted to do it. They did this because the women asked them to do it. Adult women, with full capacity, asked them to. Those women do not want to be told by Milli Tant and her friends what to do with their own bodies. Neither did Milli Tant et al ever bother to discuss the matter with the women concerned to gain one ounce of understanding about what was happening and why.

So Another Law was passed, by Ann Clwyd et al. A law which has resulted in the stigmatisation and criminalisation of certain groups, particularly low income Somalis, who have been ignored when they have tried to explain that the practice has almost died out and that er no, most of us don’t do this anymore. Because there has been so few Prosecutions, there have been suggestions that the examinations of the genitalia of female children from certain ethnic groups should be Compulsory because they are At Risk of FGM.

Anyone for preventing child sexual abuse?

Another problem. Many Angels and midwives have admitted that they cannot tell if a young girl has undergone FGM or not. This had led to false accusations against innocent families.

So legislating against FGM has worked really well hasn’t it. Go to Harley Street Ann and take a look at who is going into the consulting rooms of the gynaecologists there. Their patients include very rich women, sometimes Royal women, from regions such as the Middle East. Some of them are girls/very young women. Now what do you think they are going in there for? To receive a prescription for the contraceptive pill to empower them to explore their sexual needs? No, that’s what the girls in care in north Wales got from the Top Docs of Gwynedd and Clwyd, to enable them to be shagged by anyone without the embarrassment of girls in care constantly becoming pregnant, which was quite a problem.

In 1963, Ann married Owen Dryhurst Roberts, a TV executive, who pioneered Welsh language TV. Owen grew up in Newborough on Anglesey, where hid dad was Head of the village school. Owen attended Llangefni Grammar School and from there went on to Jesus College, Oxford, where he was a leading light in the Dafydd ap Gwilym Society, which was popular among people who later became Senior Paedophiles’ Friends. After graduation, Owen joined Television Wales and the West (TWW) after being recruited by Lord Wyn Roberts, Thatcher’s mate, who spent his whole career in the media and then in the Tory Party protecting Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Wyn Roberts was one of the first paedophiles’ friends who learnt what was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd et al and who colluded with them. For years Wyn Roberts worked as a Minister in the utterly corrupt Welsh Office, while those within lied, perjured, fabricated documents and destroyed evidence relating to the very serious criminality in north Wales as well of course as the related gangs in other parts of Wales. Much of this was planned and co-ordinated by Andrew Park, the corrupt solicitor who worked for the Welsh Office (see previous posts) when Wyn Roberts was a Minister.

By 1970, Owen Roberts was Head of News at HTV Wales; in 1972, he became Head of News and Current Affairs at BBC Wales and then Assistant Head of Programmes. Owen Roberts subsequently occupied senior roles at S4C.

Throughout Owen Roberts’ time in news broadcasting, there were complaints that he concentrated on trivial news items.

Owen’s home village of Newborough is heavily stigmatised by those who are not plebs. There are a lot of people on low incomes there, these days a lot of drugs are flying around and I have heard school teachers who teach those kids making jokes about the ‘inbred’ kids of Newborough. Owen’s dad will probably have been one of those who quipped about the inbreds whom he taught.

In a previous post, I mentioned that when I lived at Malltraeth in 1999 – the next village along from Newborough – I was assaulted by chavs and the police refused to investigate. The assault happened in Newborough. Further along from Newborough village, there is a big area of spectacular sand dunes, Newborough Warren. Newborough Warren is a popular walking and picnicking area for people rather more affluent than the residents of Newborough and the car park and picnic area is plastered in notices warning motorists to lock their cars because thieves operate in that area. I know who those thieves were/are. They are Dafydd’s ‘substance abuse’ patients. When I told one Angel who worked with the substance abuse team based at Llangefni – Dafydd lives at Talwrn, about two/three miles away – that I liked going to Newborough dunes now that I had acquired a car, he cheerily said ‘oh do be very careful, our addicts are always down there breaking into the cars’. He was particularly concerned because on of ‘their addicts’ had carried out a very serious assault on a walker at Newborough Warren.

In north Wales, the mental health ‘service’ was one which committed perjury to imprison patients who had made serious complaint, yet protected and colluded with addicts who were involved with serious crime. As long as the addicts were ‘our patients’. I was told constantly by Angels that there had been many complaints about Dafydd, but he ‘really looked after his addicts’. Indeed he did, he flogged them drugs, wrote them favourable court reports if they did ever get arrested and if necessary, encouraged them to assault other Empowered Service Users who had complained about him.

Now Jeff Crowther, Sian Williamson and John Sims, who knew that Dafydd was doing this, perhaps you’d like to provide the names and details of the various addicts, sex offenders and other nasties who targeted me when I failed to succumb to the threats of the Top Doctors regarding the necessity of me withdrawing my complaints and keeping quiet. By the way, do any of you know who really set fire to the house in Gray Street, Carneddi in the mid-1980s, for which a hippy with a penchant for cannabis and shrooms was arrested, imprisoned and then ruined by Dafydd and the gang, after he told a few too many people that he knew that the kids in Ty Newydd children’s home were being abused by social workers?

 

Owen Roberts, like Ann Clwyd, kept completely silent about Dafydd, Denbigh and the gang, until in 1992 and then again, after the Jillings Report in 1996, when Ann Clwyd did try and ask questions and elicit a discussion in the Commons about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal but was silenced by the Speaker Betty Boothroyd (see post ‘The Aftermath Of The Jillings Report – In Parliament ‘). In previous posts, I have blogged my appreciation for Ann having tried to elicit the debate. I was rash enough to describe Ann’s record on the matter of the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal as ‘impeccable’. I do apologise for that, I was deceived. Ann did try to have the matter discussed in the House, but she waited a very, very long time before mentioning a word about Dafydd and the gang, although she knew all about them decades ago, as did her husband. She subsequently knew about Mary Wynch, about Alison Taylor and me. She said nothing.

They were murdering witnesses Ann and you remained silent until Feb 1992, when you did try to raise the matter in the Commons, but were blocked by the Speaker Bernard Weatherill. See post ‘The Aftermath Of The Jillings Report – In Parliament’.

After the Jillings Report, every Right Thinking MP expressed their Horror and there was a great deal of We Didn’t Know. In March 1996, there was a flurry of Early Day Motion’s sponsored by MPs who most definitely already knew what had been happening in north Wales, namely Martyn Jones, the Labour MP for Clwyd South and a man called Rhodri Morgan. I recommend readers to return to my post ‘The Aftermath of The Jillings Report – In Parliament’ and read the wording of Rhodri’s EDMs. Oh it’ll bring tears to your eyes, Rhodri was appalled to have learned of the abuse of children in north Wales. He and Julie probably had to cancel a few drinking sessions with the Top Doctors in the wake of that and famille Windbag will have pretended that they’d never met Tony Francis.

Take a look at those who signed the EDMs. The signatures are a roll call of the paedophiles’ friends…

Since that flurry of activity in the House in 1996, Ann Clwyd has been vocal with regard to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. She made public that she had been told by some men who were former kids in care in north Wales that the most terrible abuse had gone on, including bestiality. However Ann only seemed to discuss what happened to the boys in the children’s homes in north Wales. That was indeed worth discussing, because Dafydd’s gang specialised in abusing boys and forcing them into sex work as rent boys, it was their big money spinner.

However, Dafydd and the trafficking ring also targeted girls and young women and it was they who were unlawfully banged up in Denbigh if they refused the wonderful offers of Dafydd and the gang, as I did. Girls – including those being raped or sexually exploited while they were ‘in care’ or at the hands of the likes of Dafydd – and women were also banged up in Denbigh if they had a pregnancy which was inconvenient to somebody else or if somebody other than the mother of the baby wanted that baby and the mother wanted to keep the baby. Previous posts have described how babies of women who were banged up in Denbigh disappeared in great numbers. Some were abducted, but I am sure that some were killed. Furthermore, throughout the 1980s, as I have previously explained, the cartel of Top Doctors across north Wales co-ordinated so as to make it impossible for women to get abortions on the NHS. However, referrals to a private clinic in Chester were available to any women who asked, as long as they had the dosh to pay for one. Women who did not stump up the dosh for the Chester clinic  were told that if they wanted an abortion on the NHS, they would have to go to Denbigh, where they would be ‘assessed’ by dear old Dafydd. No-one told them that they still wouldn’t be given an abortion, but I’m sure that Dafydd had a great time ‘assessing’ them. There was also an illegal abortionist at work in north Wales who was providing the abortions for the women who didn’t have the dosh for Chester and who knew about the ‘being assessed by Dafydd’ con and were certainly not going to say yes to that. Amazingly enough, I never found out who this was, I suspect because of the trail of crap emanating from it which had to be concealed – the very serious injuries or even dead women – will have involved so much more wrongdoing on the part of the Usual Suspects that there was an even bigger wall of silence around that. The Angels and midwives of north Wales know though. See post ‘Tan yn Llyn’.

Ann and the Sisters mentioned not a word about this to anyone when they should have been yelling about it from the rooftops.

One of the Wimmin of Wales who almost certainly knew who the abortionist(s) in north Wales were was Val Feld. Val Feld was born in Bangor and her dad was a dentist. The Top Docs and dentists were good mates in north Wales, Val’s dad will have been a pal of Dafydd, Gwynne et al. Val wasn’t in any danger from Dafydd, she was packed off to boarding school at Malvern. Val worked as a journalist in London and in then in housing advice in Lancashire. She became a local Labour councillor in Chorley, Lancashire, and worked as a social worker. In 1981, Val returned to Wales, founding and becoming the first Director of Shelter Cymru. In her spare time she studied for an MA at Cardiff University and in 1989 was appointed head of the Equal Opportunities Commission for Wales. She held the post for ten years, until her election as AM for Swansea East in 1999. The colluding old cow snuffed it in 2001, just after the publication of the Waterhouse Report. Her sad early death – although not as sad and as premature as the deaths of Dafydd’s victims who were found dead in Risley Remand Centre when they were still in their teens – was mourned by Rhodri as well as the Wimmin. Rhodri stated that: ‘I believe I speak for the whole of Wales when I say that the death of Val Feld is a grievous blow for us all.’

No Rhodri, you did not speak for the whole of Wales, you spoke for the privileged troughers such as yourself who built careers on the bodies of those in north Wales who were found dead, about whom you and the Wimmin didn’t give a stuff.

Jane Hutt was so traumatised at the possibility that Val Feld might disappear from the history books and her enormous achievements would go unrecognised that last year Jane demanded that a plaque be erected on the wall of the Senedd, to commemorate Val:

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Someone else who knew who the abortionist in north Wales was and almost certainly knows what happened to the babies born in Denbigh is Ella Fisk, a former senior Angel at the Hergest Unit. Before she trained as a psych Angel, Ella was a midwife and at one point Ella worked in midwifery in Chester. Wimmin who had money – like Val and her mates – who lived in north Wales just had to wave the dosh and they’d be referred to a private clinic in Chester if they wanted an abortion. I presume that there was a business arrangement between the traffickers of north Wales and their branch in Chester and I bet that Ella and every other midwife in Chester knew the details of that arrangement. The power base of Dafydd’s gang was located in Chester, the home of Sir Peter Morrison, the home of all those bent lawyers and judges and just down the road was the Duke of Westminster…

I don’t think that Ella would have ever abused patients herself – she never did at the Hergest Unit, we liked Ella, but she was ruthlessly used by the gang of whom I imagine she was so afraid that she took orders from them. Ella knew what Dafydd et al were doing because we told her.

 

Having been allowed to do whatever they wanted to the dispossessed throughout their entire careers, in the end, the Top Doctors and Angels came for Ann Clwyd and her husband.

Owen Roberts died in utterly degrading circumstances in UHC in 2012. Ann was deeply distressed, she rightly kicked up one hell of a stink and was roundly denounced for Talking Down The NHS. It is standard practice, if one Talks Down The NHS, to be subjected to a vicious personal character assassination from multiple angles.

In 2013, after the Stafford Inquiry Report, Ann was appointed by Cameron to advise on complaint handling in the NHS. I wrote to Ann about the dreadful state of the NHS and she wrote me a nice e mail back. I was grateful Ann, but they had tried to kill Brown and me years ago and just two years after you were elected and were doing your best Milli Tant bit, they killed my closest female friend from Bangor. They also made damn sure that the newborn baby of another close friend of mine who was a witness didn’t survive.

The old lefties used to be keen on quoting the following classic:

First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a socialist.

Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a trade unionist.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out –
     Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak for me.

 

The old lefties sent each other cards with this printed upon them, they quoted it in political speeches and used it in their publications. While they ignored everything that was happening to us in north Wales, even when people like Mary, Alison and me, who were articulate, well-educated and had witnessed events at first hand, wrote and wrote and wrote and produced heaps of evidence and witness accounts.

By the time that they came for Owen Roberts there was no-one left to speak for him. Ann did and was trashed.

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So Cameron, to show his Commitment, appointed Ann to act as his NHS complaints adviser. The Cameron who’s Gov’t repeatedly attacked the ‘Welsh NHS’, the Cameron who popped over to Wales and told the world that he ‘didn’t like what I saw’. The Cameron who’s senior colleagues and political mentors were every bit as responsible for the carnage in north Wales as were the Windbag, Ann Clwyd etc. They all knew what was happening in north Wales and in the areas where the linked gangs were operating and they stood back and let it happen. When Mary, Alison and I were making a racket, Thatcher was in Gov’t. In north Wales/Cheshire, it was Thatcher’s personal friend and Minister, Sir Peter Morrison, who was the Big Cheese who was deemed to be worthy of such protection that the gang murdered witnesses. Then there was Jimmy Savile, another friend of Thatch’s, who was involved with Dafydd’s gang.

Morrison and Savile were protected because of their Royal connections/friendships, as described in previous posts. When Cameron decided that he fancied being leader of the Tories, there was that phone call from an unidentified person in Buck House, informing the appropriate senior Tony that they were about to meet ‘a most remarkable young man’.

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Once Cameron and Sam – famed for that tattoo of a dolphin on her ankle which resulted from a particularly wild moment when she was at Art School at Bristol Poly and her stunning abilities at designing expensive notepaper – were safely in the bunker at No 10, Debbo the Duchess of Devonshire was telling the journos from the broadsheets who conducted ingratiating interviews with her that Sam and Cam were doing ‘an awfully good job don’t you think?’

Debbo was of the finest bloodstock, being one of the Mitford sisters. Like Sam of the empty head and dolphin tattoo, Debbo had loads of aristocratic relatives (see previous posts). One of her daughters married the son of the man who owned Mustique when Princess Margaret and Roddy Llewellyn cavorted and snorted there at the taxpayers expense in the late 1970s and another daughter married Sir Peter Morrison’s nephew.

 

I do not know why Ann Clwyd agreed to act as Cameron’s adviser. Although Cameron paid lip-service to problems in the NHS in England, he constructed the whole situation as being a problem which largely affected Wales and it’s left-leaning NHS, which had so foolishly not embraced PFI and private medicine to the extent that it should. Not a mention that Ken Clarke, as a Tory Health Minister and then Health Secretary, had, when Cameron was young and getting pissed with Michael Heseltine’s daughter and other Champagne Charlies (see post ‘Tan yn Llyn’), done a sordid deal with Carlo’s mate the Duke of Westminster, to conceal the patient harm and trafficking ring being facilitated by St George’s Hospital. This not only left the agents of serious organised crime running a leading London teaching hospital, but also resulted in the Duke of Westminster (then the richest man in Britain) being allowed to buy the old St George’s building at Hyde Park Corner, a piece of prime Knightsbridge real estate worth many millions, for £6000. It is now the grandest, most expensive crash pad in London – the Lanesborough Hotel. See previous posts.

The roots of the problems in the NHS in Wales lay not with a bunch of lefties – although their weakness and utter lack of integrity certainly did not help – but with Thatcher’s Gov’t, who knew what Morrison, Savile and their associates, including their associates in Royal places, were doing; instead of stopping it, they used the security services and full forces of the British state to silence and even try and kill those of us who would not keep quiet.

It was a political decision Dave. Because the right of Peter Morrison – a member of White’s club when your old dad was responsible for the membership of that establishment – to have sex with young boys who did not want to have sex with him, was considered a higher priority than our lives.

Furthermore, although the Mid-Staffs Scandal may have blown up on the watch of the New Labour Gov’t and while Alan Johnson and Andy Burnham did themselves no favours at all by refusing over 80 requests to hold a Public Inquiry as the death rates soared, I know when things began to go wrong at Mid-Staffs, because it was recorded in Hansard. It was under Thatcher. By the time that John Major was PM, there were questions in the House concerning the by then very worrying state of the NHS in Staffordshire and Major flatly refused to investigate. Why were there such problems in the NHS in Staffordshire? Er – it was because there was a big trafficking gang operating in the region, which was being concealed by the NHS, the Social Services, Keele University and the West Midland Serious Crime Squad. The child abuse prevailing in Staffordshire did become public in the 1980s and resulted in the Staffordshire Pindown Inquiry. The subsequent Report admitted that there was a problem, but concealed the extent of it and the authors certainly never fessed up that, as in north Wales, the infrastructure of the whole region, including the NHS, had colluded with it.

The Inquiry into Pindown was Commissioned by Thatch’s Gov’t. The Co-Chairs of the whitewash were Allan Levy QC, a corrupt lawyer who had concealed child abuse (see previous posts) and Barbara Kahan. Barbara Kahan had worked for many years in a senior role in Oxfordshire Children’s Services. Babs and her husband, child psychiatrist Dr Vladimir Kahan, concealed organised abuse in the Oxford area and then when Babs was appointed as a Gov’t adviser re Children’s Social Work, she concealed organised trafficking across the whole of the UK. The person who first appointed Babs as a Gov’t adviser – back in the days of Heath’s Gov’t – was Sir Keith Joseph, the man whom Thatch considered her political mentor, the man said to have ‘invented’ Thatcherism and who was a key member of her Gov’t. Babs dispensed wisdom to Gov’ts throughout the 1970s and 80s, working with some notorious paedophiles while doing so. See post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’.

Not only did Call Me Dave’s dad know Peter Morrison, but Call Me Dave’s mum probably knew Barbara Kahan as well, because Dave’s mum served as a magistrate in Oxford, the site of the organised abuse which was concealed by Babs for years. The Kahans were based in Oxford. I have never spoken to anyone who knows Mrs Cameron, but I was friendly with the sister of a clinical psychologist based in Oxford, who told me some five years ago that abuse was being concealed by all agencies there. Just before that, I met a young man who’s family lived in Oxfordshire and who’s sister was involved with a charity for young people and she knew about the organised abuse as well. Furthermore, her charity had invited the local MP, a man called David Cameron, to an event held by her charity. She was gobsmacked to find that after the event, Dave had used the work of the charity as an example of the Gov’ts investment in Social Services. The charity had not received one penny from the Social Services or Gov’t. The young man who told me this said that he wanted to see a media article expose it all, under the headline ‘Cameron – The Liar’.

The media wouldn’t publish Cameron’s lies about organised trafficking and the NHS, they were never going to publish that.

Have this one on me! My informant will know who he is if he is reading this blog…

 

Who Chaired the Inquiry into the Mid-Staffs NHS Scandal? One Sir Robert Francis QC. Sir Robert was the MDU barrister who acted for the Drs Francis in 1991 when they attempted to have me imprisoned on the basis of their perjury. The MDU, the MDU solicitors Hempsons and specifically the Hempsons solicitor Ann Ball and Sir Robert Francis all knew that the Drs Francis had perjured themselves. I was not imprisoned, but there was no investigation into the perjury. See post ‘The Sordid Role Of Sir Robert Francis QC.’

 

Sounds like another great big Eton mess…

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P.S. Dave and Sam: Lest you believe that I am some sort of Deirdre Spart of the Neasdon South London Greenham Poly for Wimmin, who’s ‘alternative voice’ columns for ‘Private Eye’ were so loved back in the 1980s, I am not. I do not have a problem with you being posh, enjoying yourselves or even Sam being a bit dim and designing expensive notepaper. What I do have a very big problem with is your arrogance and you rigging the machinery of Gov’t so that it served you and your mates and shafted everyone else. Furthermore, when you were given the opportunity to shed light on the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal years after so many got away with so much and died in luxury while the bodies of their victims remain secreted in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital, you and Theresa once more ensured that there was yet another cover-up. They were my friends you bastard and their bodies have not yet been recovered.

 

Is it possible that Ann Clwyd accepted Cameron’s offer of an adviser’s role because of the rapidly escalating shit storm in north Wales, involving one Sally Baker and her friends, which by that time had resulted in armed police threatening a witness in his own home, days before he was told by Dyfed Edwards, the leader of Gwynedd County Council, that we weren’t going to ‘win this’, that the Chair and Chief Executive of the newly formed Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, Merfyn Jones and Mary Burrows, who were desperately trying to confront the paedophile gang still running amok, were going to ‘lose’ and be ‘taken out’ no less and when they did ‘lose’, our lives weren’t going to be worth living?

The Betsi Board had succeeded the North West Wales NHS Trust, which became such an embarrassment that even the Welsh Gov’t had to dissolve it. The Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust was Elfed Roberts, who had previously been a senior officer in the North Wales Police. Elfed had been obliged to leave the force after allegations of serious corruption. So Rhodri gave him a job as Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust, which meant that Elfed had an automatic seat on the Council of Bangor University. The VC at the time was Merfyn Jones. While Merfyn was VC, his wife died after the paedophiles’ friends who ran and staffed The Walton Centre found that they could do nothing for her tch tch. I worked at Bangor University while Elfed was Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust. During that time, I was threatened and abused by NHS/Social Services staff, I was repeatedly unlawfully arrested and I was unlawfully refused all NHS care. Every time that I attempted to access NHS treatment, I was greeted by Angels screaming at me to get out or they’d call the police and making false allegation that I’d abused and threatened them. CCTV which recorded Angels doing this was destroyed on the orders of Martin Jones, the Chief Executive of the NW Wales NHS Trust, after my lawyer requested it. See previous posts.

The harassment was so severe that I began carrying a voice recorder at all time – as did at least one other witness who was being threatened and refused NHS care unlawfully. The other person concealed his voice recorder, but I decided to inform NHS staff that I was recording them, lest that was then used as further evidence of my wicked ways – OOH she secretly recorded us.

On one occasion, I rang Ysbyty Gwynedd A& E seeking help. I was insulted and threatened by a Senior Angel, Stephen Gallagher and his sidekick, Angel Andrew Parry and told that I would not be treated if I arrived at the hospital. The phone was repeatedly slammed down on me as I rang again and again seeking advice. I rang a friend who rang the hospital herself to explain that she was worried about me. She too was insulted and abused. She explained that she had recently lost a daughter to suicide and could not believe that someone in distress was being unlawfully refused NHS care. Gallagher told her to stop ‘manipulating’ him. She revealed that she was a member of staff at Ysbyty Gwynedd who was appalled at what was going on and would blow the whistle on this. Stephen Gallagher, the Senior Angel, told her that she would be sacked if she did. She told Gallagher that she ‘didn’t give a shit’ if she was, she would be raising her concerns. Gallagher told her that she was now abusing him and he would report the matter. I was refused all NHS care that evening and told that if I arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd I would be arrested.

This happened in 2008, on the 60th anniversary of the establishment of the NHS. The Welsh Gov’t celebrated that anniversary on the day that I and my friend received so much grief from the Angels of Ysbyty Gwynedd. The Welsh Gov’t had ignored all previous concerns of mine and the events of that day were never investigated either. I later learned that Gallagher had previously been subjected to disciplinary action after a Top Doctor complained about him and a note had been placed on his file stating that his integrity and competence could not be relied upon.

When my friend arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd for work the following morning, she was greeted by a posse of senior managers, who accused her of ‘plotting’ with me to ‘get at’ Elfed and Martin. She was subjected to a full scale interrogation.

The evening before, Gallagher had told my friend that it had been recorded on my file that I was a danger to staff and was not to be treated but was to be arrested if I arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd. So the following day, I went to the A&E at Ysbyty Gwynedd, with my voice recorder, told them that I was recording the conversation and asked for copies of the documentation which stated that I was dangerous and was to be refused treatment and arrested if I arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd. I was told that no such documentation existed. I repeated what my friend had told me the previous evening. A Top Doctor emerged from an office, shrilling that no such documentation existed, I had never been refused treatment and never would be, everyone Wanted To Help. As she shrieked at me, I witnessed Elfed Roberts leaving the building at high speed before driving away in his penismobile. Before Elfed reached his penismobile, I left the A&E building and headed towards him with the voice recorder. The Top Doctor ran after me yelling that she was here to help, I had not been refused treatment, never would be and no documentation ordering that existed.

Just before all this went on, I was told by a senior colleague that Martin Jones had sent copies of confidential NHS records concerning me to the authorities at Bangor University. I don’t know if Martin sent them to Merfyn the VC or to Dr David Roberts the Registrar, I wasn’t told and I didn’t ask. I was told that the University were deeply embarrassed and were pretty horrified that Martin had felt able to do this. I was asked if I would be happy not to make a formal complaint but to let the University reply to Martin informing him that they could not be in receipt of such documentation. I was told that the excuse that Martin had used to send the documentation was to complain about me using my Bangor University e mail address to e mail an attachment to the Trust, which was a formal letter of complaint. The University asked me if I could set up a different e mail account to communicate with the Trust so that Martin would never have an excuse to do this again. I was happy to do that.

So as Elfed got into his penismobile and the Top Doctor stood in front of me shrieking that I’d never been refused NHS treatment, I switched off my recorder – for her sake actually – and told her that Martin had sent confidential information about me to the University authorities and was attempting to lean on the VC. I then left the grounds of Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Within two days, Martin was firing off furious letters to all and sundry, including to me and to the senior managers of Bangor University. Martin wrote a fuming account regarding me, my voice recorder and carefully explained that before leaving the hospital, I had turned the voice recorder off and told the Top Doc that Martin had been trying to lean on the VC.

My lawyers eventually obtained copies of the documentation that we were told by the Top Doc didn’t exist. It stated that I was a danger to NHS staff and if I turned up at Ysbyty Gwynedd, I was indeed to be arrested.

I recognised the Top Doc who had lied her arse off when she told me that no such documentation existed. She was the A&E consultant, Dr Vanessa Poeppinghaus. I had first met her many years before in Dec 1991. I had left St George’s earlier that year, was back living in Rachub and Tony and Sadie Francis’s repeated attempts to imprison me on the basis of their perjury had failed. I did not have access to my records in those days, so I had no idea how hard the Francis’s had been working to try and bring this about, how much perjury had been committed and how many people had colluded, in north Wales, London and elsewhere. I had been told by GPs, my then solicitor Alwyn Jones and an ‘independent second opinion’, Dr David Mawson, that Tony and Sadie had genuinely been frightened of me, that it had all been a terrible misunderstanding, that everyone wanted peace to break out and that Gwynedd health Authority wanted to offer me care for what was by then a serious bout of depression. I had no idea that Alwyn was on board with Dafydd’s gang – I only discovered that in the last couple of weeks – and I didn’t know that David Mawson was either (see post ‘Doctors Who Disappeared From The Medical Register’). I wrote to the Francis’s and told them that I really was very sorry that they had ever believed that I was any sort of danger to them. I went to see them and they gave every impression of accepting my apology, making friends with me and told me that they would like to offer me a ‘service’ and we could just put everything else behind us.

Records in my possession show that it was an elaborate trap, set up for Gwynedd Health Authority to be seen to be ‘caring’ for me. There is a letter among my records signed by Alun Davies, the NHS manager, which was CCd to a number of other GHA senior staff, telling them that it was very useful that I’d agreed to see Tony Francis, because if the Health Authority were seen to be taking a ‘caring’ attitude (Davies put the word in inverted commas), towards me, they would have more chance of securing a conviction ‘the next time that we prosecute her’. There were indeed a number of prosecutions over the following years, accompanied by explanations of how hard they had all tried and how caring the Top Docs had been towards me, but really a secure mental hospital was now the only option…

Not long after the ‘peacemaking’, I was admitted to the old psychiatric ward, Seiriol Ward, in Ysbyty Gwynedd – the building of the Hergest Unit had not yet been completed – for serious depression, under the care of Tony Francis. The North Wales Police investigation into the abuse of kids in care had begun but I was barely aware of that. The paedophile gang had also geared up to do battle at UCNW, the battle in which the gang was ably assisted by ‘The Guardian’and involved fallacious allegations of anti-Welsh racism against the senior sociologist Graham Day and in which the lady who later married Merfyn was used as a football. See post ‘Badlands’. Merfyn’s wife died years later when I was working in the School of Social Sciences as a sociologist after Dafydd’s mates at The Walton Centre found that there was just no treatment for her…

I had been admitted to Seiriol Ward some time before Christmas 1991 and Brown was coming up to spend Christmas at my house, so it was arranged with Tony Francis that I’d spend Christmas at home with Brown. Brown arrived, collected me and we went back to Rachub. The next morning, I woke to find Brown groaning on the floor, asking me to call an ambulance because he was in agony, couldn’t move and thought that an organ must have ruptured. I went next door to the neighbours to borrow their phone, they came over to help and we waited for the ambulance. It didn’t hurry itself, although my neighbours and I had explained that whatever was wrong with Brown, it was nasty. After a long while the ambulance arrived. It wasn’t the sort of full blown ambulance equipped for people who needed lifting and stretchering, it was a sort of sub-ambulance for ferrying elderly people to hospital appointments. The ambulance man – there was only one of them – came in and told Brown that he could get into the ambulance. Brown explained that he was in so much pain that he couldn’t move and asked if he had a stretcher. No. Neither was the ambulance man going to ring for back up. Brown had to get up off his bed (or actually the floor) and walk outside into the ambulance. After a saga which involved my neighbours and I – not the ambulance man, he stood by watching – we got Brown into the ambulance. We arrived at Ysbyty Gwynedd. No real help to move Brown, although this time a wheelchair appeared. As soon as we got into A&E an Angel prioritised Brown, because he was in a worse state that anyone else. Then the Top Doc arrived. It was Vanessa Poeppinghaus. I didn’t know her, but I knew someone who did, so I knew of her. She prodded Brown about a bit and after she finished I said ‘so what’s wrong with him then?’ Vanessa gave me a big grin and said ‘I have no idea.’ So I asked if they were going to open him up. She said ‘ooh no that’s the last thing that we’ll do’ and buggered off. We stated in A&E for the next three hours. After two hours Brown was still in agony so Brown, for the one and only time in his life, asked for opiate painkillers.Vanessa told Brown that he couldn’t have any pain relief until another Top Doc had seen him. So we carried on waiting. After we had waited three hours, another Top Doc arrived. He asked Brown what the pain felt like, Brown said exactly what he had said to Vanessa and the Top Doc said immediately ‘kidney stone, give him lots of pethidine and admit him to the ward.’ The Top Doc disappeared.

Vanessa reappeared. Brown did not get lots of pethidine. He didn’t get sufficient to even touch the pain and that was obvious. Vanessa stayed nearby shrieking at Angels not to give anymore pain relief. After a long wait Brown was given a very bumpy ride up to the kidney ward. Where he received no pain relief and no treatment. The next day – Christmas Day – Brown passed the kidney stone, 18th century style.

After Christmas, I discussed kidney stones with the Angels on Seiriol Ward. One Angel, John Thomas, told me that kidney stones are known to be agony, that his wife had one and the Angels ensured that she had plenty of opiates. Medical textbooks that we consulted after Brown had the Vanessa Poeppinghaus Experience all said the same thing – very painful,  generous amounts of pethidine, as the patient needs.

The kidney service at Ysbyty Gwynedd responsible for Brown having, er, no treatment was the flagship service which had been not so long ago established by paedophiles’ friend Sir William Asscher, who was by then the Dean of St George’s. Just one year before Brown was clobbered with that kidney stone, Asscher had been very busy indeed, along with his staff,  forcing me out of my job and then colluding with Dafydd, the Drs Francis and Lucille Hughes in the series of attempts to have me imprisoned on the basis of their extensive perjury. See previous posts.

I have been told that Vanessa Poeppinghaus had been informed of who her patient was; the man who had raised his concerns over the past few years at events in north Wales and who had heard the phone calls during which Dafydd had tried to threaten and then bribe me into dropping my complaints and who had written to Gwynedd Health Authority about that as well.

This was not a one off. Years later I knew another Hergest Unit patient who had as much trouble with the gang as I did and was also eventually unlawfully refused all NHS treatment. He too had a kidney stone – when he was actually an in-patient at Hergest. His requests for medical help were met with Angels telling him to go and lie on his bed and be quiet. He too eventually piddled out a kidney stone many hours later. No pain relief, not even a cursory examination of any type.

I know of many other examples of people who have spilt the pints of the paedophiles who have subsequently found themselves denied healthcare, even in life-threatening situations and have detailed a few such cases in previous posts.

I knew one man who lived near Bethesda who’s mum killed herself when he was in infancy; his dad didn’t do a very good job of looking after him and other people told me that as a child, in the 1970s, he lived rough and scavenged for food in bins. Gwynedd Social Services were nowhere to be seen. As an adult, this man developed a very serious alcohol problem and as is often the case, after a drinking session he would get incredibly depressed; all Top Doctors know that alcohol is a depressant. After he got married, this man’s wife got very worried about his drinking and his depression and after much badgering on her part he went to Bethesda surgery and asked for help with his ‘nerves’. He was given a prescription for valium and no follow up appointment. Some weeks later, he arrived at my house pissed and caused much trouble, but didn’t damage anyone or anything. The next day he arrived in tears and said that he was really very sorry, but his drinking and depression was completely out of hand. I rang Bethesda Police Station and told them that I was concerned about this man, who was out of hand when drunk but clearly was very distressed. They offered to come over and arrest the ‘fat bastard’ for me. I told them that the last thing that the fat bastard needed was arresting. They told me that there was nothing that they could do then and put the phone down on me.

At the time, Dafydd was the ‘drugs and alcohol specialist’ for north Wales and was regularly appearing on TV and in the press, proffering his expert opinion and being robustly promoted in this capacity.

 

Vanessa Poeppinghaus herself has been in receipt of much NHS care, very expensive care as well, indeed so much care that Vanessa was featured on the TV! Because Vanessa, a few years after Brown’s encounter with her, had a multiple organ transplant! Bugger me if Vanessa wasn’t one of the first people to have one, a Brave Young Life Saver Herself Who Cared and of course who just wanted to Get Back To Work And Help Patients after her pioneering op! My God, Vanessa’s multiple organ transplant did wonders for that scandal ridden trafficking gang in north Wales and their Ysbyty Gwynedd with some of the worst clinical outcomes in the UK.

The Medical Miracle that was Vanessa continued. Within a few short years, Vanessa’s Wedding was headline news! Brave Vanessa was still alive! Soon after the Wedding, Vanessa Opened Her Heart to the media once more and explained that she Wanted Babies! She bloody well got them as well. Vanessa the Medical Miracle was soon being touted as I think it was the first recipient of a multiple organ transplant to Have Babies.

Goodness knows how much of this was true, yes the sadistic bitch did stay alive and she did have children, but knowing that lot I would not be in the least surprised if there had been a few porkies and a bit of research fraud along the way, because my God did that trafficking gang need a bit of good PR on many occasions. I seem to remember that Vanessa’s Multiple Miracles occurred in conjunction with King’s College London.

Vanessa is renowned for her style and fashion! Vanessa, I was told, has ‘shoes to die for’. I thought that Vanessa’s shoes were rather dull, they were the sort of things that Theresa May used to wear at the Tory conferences which set the knees of the old boys in the hall trembling. Utterly boring but with a dangerous patch of leopard skin on the toe. However Vanessa’s shoes are very expensive, very much more expensive that the footwear of other folk in Bangor.  Owen Smith received a bollocking from Wimmin when he was attempting to become Leader of the Labour Party after he stated that ‘we ought to smash Theresa May back on her kitten heels.’ Which I thought was hilarious, I am sure that Oily wasn’t really encouraging violence towards wimmin. Oily, if you fancy taking a principled stand at any point for a refreshing change, there’s a grade A cow of a paedophiles’ friend working at Ysbyty Gwynedd sporting kitten heels…

We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t get us. We get multiple organ transplants and expensive shoes, you don’t even get a fucking aspirin when you’re got a kidney stone. If you have a brain tumour you can bloody well die because we remember 1993…

Ah, your life in their hands! Or should you dare complain about a gang of paedophiles or their mates, it’ll be your death in their hands.

 

The lifestyles of the paedophiles’ friends were a source of considerable resentment in Gwynedd, the bastards were so loathed that one could hear them being discussed in public. I was in one of the more expensive shops in Caernarfon in pursuit of a special pair of boots one day – hardly Jimmy Choos but not the ones for £5 in the baskets outside the really cheap shops either – and I was bending over trying on the boots and I heard a voice saying ‘are you a fucking social worker?’. So I looked up and said ‘no, but if you hate them I’ll understand why’. And the lady said ‘ooh I am sorry, all I saw was your blonde hair and you’re trying on expensive boots and I thought you were that fucking social worker’. So we had a good chat and yes, she was yet another Empowered Service User who had been screwed over by those who Help.

There was a shop in Bangor which was actually known as ‘the social workers shop’, it was very, very pricey, so only the social workers and the S4C twats were regulars in there. I think its real name was Morgans or something, but because it was trying to be so posh it didn’t actually have its name on the door. I saw what looked like interesting clothes in the window so I went in and found out that not only had they put the only good clothes that they had in the window, but the clothes were all really badly made, although they were priced in the hundreds. I saw a pair of pink Doc Martens and I asked ‘have you got these in a size 7?’ and they looked at me like I’d murdered their grandmother, so I thought oh fuck off then and left.

Then I found out that one of my mates who worked at Bangor University had a friend who worked as a sales assistant in the shop and who told her  that dealing with the stream of rude, demanding social workers was bad enough, but even worse were the S4C twats. According to my friend, the S4C twats would occupy the changing rooms and when they were trying on clothes, they wouldn’t actually speak to the lower caste shop assistant, an arm would just emerge from the cubicle, which was the signal that More Clothes Were Required and my friend’s mate was expected to go off and select more gear in the taste and size of the S4C twat to keep the supply up, a sort of intravenous drip of over-priced clothes.

S4C twats: lest you haven’t noticed, you are not in Knightsbridge, you are in Bangor and your pretensions entertained many of us.

Imagine how I laughed when one day I was sitting on the steps of Top College in Bangor and Meri Huws walked past me trying to rub it in that of course she hadn’t actually noticed riff raff like me sitting on the steps and Meri was clad from head to toe in the very outfit which only the previous week had been on display in the social workers/S4C twats shop. Even better was when Meri sported what Brown called ‘her George Melly jacket’ ‘which looks like its been made out of pair of curtains’. The height of entertainment was reached when the fashionista which was Meri turned up in a photograph in ‘The Bangoriad’, obviously pissed, wearing a jumpsuit made of bacofoil stuff which was undone rather too low for the occasion, which was one involving the Bangor University gerontocracy, who were also in the photograph looking a little shocked. I told one of my mates that the latest copy of ‘The Bangoriad’ had the best photo of Meri imaginable, so I was sent back to grab a whole load of Bangoriads to distribute to the oppressed, but the pile of Bangoriads had gone. Probably because someone in the organs of Gov’t at Bangor heard that word had been sent out re that photo of Meri.

 

Vanessa Poeppinghaus and her Multiple Medical Firsts were not the only source of good PR that Dafydd and the gang received. I have mentioned in previous posts that Dafydd and his associates turned up in the most extraordinary media places, as a result of the gang’s many fingers in media pies. Dafydd took the biscuit when he rang up the James Whale Radio Show in the early hours, told James Whale that he was a psychopath and discussed the consequences of this with James Whale live on air (see previous post). I have just been having a cringe and old clips on You Tube of that most hideous of 1970s TV programmes from which Brown and I derived so much entertainment when we were in our teens, ‘Ask The Family’, presented by the horribly smug Robert Robinson and his comb over. Imagine my surprise when I found the Grand Final from one series which was going to determine ‘who was the cleverest family in the land’ no less, which featured a family from Llandudno, the Griffiths. Mrs Arlene Griffiths was a Teacher and Mr David Griffiths was an Office Manager. Arlene and David looked seriously grim, which was hardly surprising because Arlene will have known something about the abuse of kids in north Wales and no doubt David did as well, because being an Office Manager in Llandudno will have meant that he almost certainly worked for one of Local Authorities, which were facilitating the gang. Not a word about the massive trafficking ring in operation ever found its way into the media until the 1990s, but folk from north Wales employed in professions which facilitated that gang popped up everywhere.

Would you know anything about why this was Ann Clwyd?

 

When the gang got really desperate they would arrange an Event and, if possible, invite a VIP and always journos and cameras of course, such as the 2005 Awards Ceremony  which I discussed in my post ‘Tan yn Llyn’ in which Awards were given to staff of the mental health services who had done so much to conceal serious crime by a senior Angel who had concealed a great deal of crime herself, including a suspicious death on Seiriol Ward (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’).

The building of the Hergest Unit provided many opportunities for PR Events. I have discussed in previous posts how, as it became very obvious by about 10 years ago that the Hergest Unit was both very dangerous and irretrievable and as the death rate soared and then even the staff began killing themselves, the problems were blamed on the building. The building was crap and had always been crap and that was the problem. Exactly the same excuse was used for the dreadful state of affairs when the North Wales Hospital was in use. The Betsi Board even managed to blame Tawel Fan on the building. It is not the buildings that are screaming at suicidal patients to ‘go on and do it then’, assaulting them, having them arrested after lies have been told to the police or unlawfully denying them treatment. It is the staff and it is the same staff who have been doing that for many, many years.

Contrary to what is now being said about that crappy old Hergest Unit, when that Unit was opened, the staff were really proud of it and were offering people guided tours. It was certainly much better than what went before ie. Dafydd’s Denbigh Dungeon (although that did of course stay open for years after Hergest came into being, although people were told lies about that as well) and Seiriol and Dwynwen Wards in Ysbyty Gwynedd. However, the Top Doctors were scrapping with each other during the development phase of Hergest. None of them could agree on what the best plan would be.

Something Had To Be Done however, certainly after Mary Wynch began heading for the Master of the Rolls in the early 1980s. Ysbyty Gwynedd had of course been planned, built and then opened in 1984, with its two psychiatric wards, but whoops, there were deaths, patient harm and serious complaints. Everyone knew what the problem was, it was Those Wards In That Building. In March 1989 there was havoc in Gwynedd Health Authority, with questions in the House regarding the massive amounts of money which had inexplicably disappeared, the gross mismanagement and the arrival of a hit squad from the Welsh Office, who had presided over the fuckwittery for years themselves and lied to any patient who dared raise concerns. See post ‘A Visit To Gwynedd Archives’. By the time of that bunfight in the Commons, I and Brown had been raising our deepest concerns for five years only to be told by the Welsh Office and Gwynedd Health Authority that everything was absolutely fine, I was mad and Brown was a Git.

In March 1989 there were questions in the House about Gwynedd Health Authority. In May 1989 I was offered that job at St George’s which was used to end my career in medical research and nearly resulted in me serving a prison sentence.

It is interesting to note that in the Commons and in the documentation compiled by Gwynedd Health Authority at that time, there are frank admissions with regard to the appalling state of the mental health services, as well as the Obs and Gynae services in Gwynedd. So there would be Investment and New Buildings. Peter Walker was Secretary of State for Wales at the time and David Hunt was the Welsh Office Minister charged with dealing with Gwynedd Health Authority.

The Hergest Unit opened in 1992 and it was a Flagship Unit. The best in Europe no less, as Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was told by Rob Evans at the Waterhouse Inquiry five years later, Rob having served as Assistant Director of Gwynedd Social Services, with responsibilities for children’s homes and then for mental health (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing’).

After the Hergest Unit had been opened for a while, so it must have been sometime in 1993, there was a Grand Opening during which a carved stone celebrating the occasion was unveiled. The Grand Opening was attended by a VIP; it was someone from the Welsh Office, but I don’t know if it was a Minister or the Secretary of State. Why don’t I know? Because every patient who had ever complained about the gang was very carefully kept away from that Event and one of those was of course me. I was later told that the Event was Marvellous and the VIP was very impressed with the caring Angels and Top Doctors and their Patience with the Nutters. That opinion was reinforced by the actions of one patient who had been shagged by the staff at Denbigh, assaulted and generally neglected who did manage to get through the security for the Event and who, just as Mr Important was about to pull the cord that lifted the curtain to unveil the stone, leaned over, pulled the cord and unveiled the stone herself. It was explained that she was Mentally Ill, not that she had a serious condition which was being mismanaged and had been dumped in Denbigh years ago by her well-to-do and actually very famous family who never mentioned in any of their many media appearances that they had left her to rot in the hands of Dafydd. This patient was one of those who became destitute when the Day Centre was closed down during the Waterhouse Inquiry.

The Secretary of State for Wales at the time will have been either David Hunt or John Redwood and the Health Secretary would have been former psychiatric social worker Virginia Bottomley. See previous posts for Virginia’s vast network of friends and relations who are nearly all paedophiles’ friends.

Throughout the years of chaos, Andrew Park, the crooked Welsh Office solicitor, encouraged mental health staff to perjure themselves in an attempt to imprison witnesses to serious wrongdoing, fabricated documents and destroyed evidence. During the same period of time, the Welsh Office’s Social Services Inspection Unit failed to respond to complaints of serious abuse of children in care, even on the occasions when staff had been convicted and imprisoned and failed to even conduct inspections of children’s homes, even those homes where there had been complaints of serious abuse.

Dafydd’s gang did whatever they wanted and no-one ever responded to any concerns, not even to deaths or to the complaint that one boy at Bryn Alyn had been forced to have sex with adult men at gunpoint.

The Menai Day Centre finally closed its doors in the late 1990s as described in previous posts, but bits of the Hergest Unit began closing not long after the Unveiling Event with the VIP. The first bit to close was the Heidi Humphreys Mother and Baby Unit, another Flagship initiative which was opened with a media circus. That Unit was named after an Angel who had worked on Seiriol Ward who was killed in a crash on her way home to Pwllheli one day. Another death of a witness. The Heidi Humphreys Unit lasted just months and had hosted about six or seven patients before its doors were locked. Just on a temporary basis, because ‘there wasn’t enough staff’. No more staff were employed and the Heidi Humphreys Unit was never opened again. The pretence was kept up for a bit, in that the furniture stayed in there on the grounds that the Unit would soon be back in action. Then a a few unwanted bits and pieces were stored in there. Then it became The Place to dump anything that wasn’t wanted. Then it was converted into a junior doctors’ socialising room. See post ‘The Sad Story Of The Heidi Humphreys Unit’.

There were no journos and TV cameras present when the Heidi Humphreys Unit closed. Or when all the other bits of the Hergest Unit began closing not long after the Flagship Unit, the Best In Europe, had opened.

The Flagship Unit opened its doors during the North Wales Police investigation into the possible VIP paedophile ring being concealed in High Places which was feared to be operating in north Wales/Cheshire. The investigation ended in 1992, when the police declared that there was no evidence of any paedophile ring. The VIP from the Welsh Office which was concealing the paedophile ring that the North Wales Police hadn’t found any evidence of, although some of their officers were members of the gang, rocked up for the Unveiling at the Hergest Unit after the All Clear had been declared and to reassure the world that we were all happy in our madness.

I’m not sure that we were all happy in our madness, Dafydd and the traffickers did all that they could to destroy our lives, but as regular readers will know, Dafydd et al may have been dangerous criminals but they were so ludicrous that we did derive much entertainment from them. It was little wonder that VIPs were kept well away from Empowered Service Users, because one would hear Angels saying ‘well you’ve had your appointment with DA, how did it go?’ And they would be met with responses like ‘I thought he was a bit of a twat’ or ‘I’m not seeing him again, he’s a big wanker.’

 

I have described elsewhere how the patients got so sick of complaints being ignored that they took the piss by doing things like walking up to an Angel in Ysbyty Gwynedd while carrying a rubber plant and saying ‘It wasn’t me who murdered Mary Wynch’s mother and this rubber plant wasn’t the murder weapon, it was Dr Dafydd Alun Jones wot did it with an overdose of barbiturates’. The Angel said ‘Yes dear’ and walked off, leaving us pissing ourselves laughing, because Mary Wynch’s mother had died inexplicably in one of Dafydd’s homes, with the symptoms of barbiturate poisoning. There was no investigation because Dafydd had Mary unlawfully arrested and imprisoned.

One patient responded to TV adverts urging viewers to report crime to ‘Crimestoppers’ by ringing up ‘Crimestoppers’ and providing them with full details of some of Dafydd’s crimes. The murder of Mary Wynch’s mother of course but he also gave the name and details of one of Dafydd’s dealers/distributors, what he was selling, where he was selling it and who he was selling it to. ‘Crimestoppers’ told him that they were treating his calls as hoaxes and there would be no further action of any sort. One patient reported the activities of a sexually aggressive psych patient in the local community to ‘Crimestoppers’. Again full details were provided. The caller was told that this call would be ignored. See previous posts for details of the ‘Crimestoppers’ incidents.

As well as the ‘Crimestoppers’ adverts, there were also all the adverts in the media demanding that people blow the whistle on the suppliers of the duty free tobacco which was flooding into Britain at the time. Every Hergest patient I knew who smoked roll ups had a good supply of rolling tobacco. It was for sale absolutely everywhere. The patients – apart from me – smoked like chimneys and many of them were seriously short of money. Many north Wales patients were not even getting the benefits to which they were entitled because no-one had told them about this and then if they did find out the Arfon Community Mental Health Team would snap that they weren’t going to ‘help’ them. The applications for benefit had to be supported by evidence from the thugs in the Arfon CMHT, so people didn’t bother to apply for their benefits. Thus cheap tobacco was hugely popular. Supplying the duty free tobacco also provided a useful income for Empowered Service Users and others who were being deprived of their benefits by the gang.

Were any of us ever going to grass up people who were supplying the tobacco to our friends when we were arrested if we tried to report assaults on us by a people trafficking gang?

The main baccy dealer in Rachub was a pensioner who lived in one of the old people’s bungalows. I don’t know how he secured one of those, because he was from London, Gwynedd County Council claimed to have a policy of prioritising local people and everyone was on the list for years. It was hilarious, he was receiving shipments – big shipments as well – from his son in London through the Royal Mail. The word would go out to the Empowered Service Users that a shipment would be arriving the next day and the postie would arrive with several enormous parcels and the old boy would cheerily yell ‘oh its the shipment’, the postie would unload the shipment and over the next few hours there would be a steady stream of Empowered Service Users to the pensioner’s bungalow, who left with a load of baccy.

The parcels of baccy would then be taken into the Hergest where they would be divided into smaller parcels and flogged off to other Empowered Service Users in the Day Centre when the staff were far too busy in the Angels’ office to take any notice of what was going on in the main lounge.

The Rachub pensioner was the main supplier for a long while, but then a new dealer arrived on the scene. This man offered a very good service, because he brought the baccy into the Day Centre and flogged it off on the premises. How was he able to do this? Because he was an Empowered Service User himself. Not one who’s life was being wrecked by Dafydd et al, this man was a former member of an Outlaws Bike Gang who had been chopped in the head with an axe by a fellow biker, had incurred a serious injury which left him partially paralysed and ended up in the arms of Hergest by being a PTSD patient, so I presume that he was something to do with Dafydd. I was certain that he was something to do with Dafydd when it transpired that the Shop – as it was openly called – began flogging dope (‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’) and then a variety of other recreational chemicals…

Was the purveyor of drugs ever arrested, banned from the Hergest, described as dangerous, served with High Court injunctions etc like me? Of course he wasn’t, because he was Of Dafydd. He received far more benefits than other patients because he wasn’t being shafted by the gang and had a very pleasant time during his visits to the Day Centre. God knows what the Angels and Top Docs thought were in all the very full bags which accompanied him to the Hergest Unit or why they never noticed that after he arrived the lounge would be inexplicably full, with patients going in and out with bags full of something, thanking him. The Hergest Unit then arranged for the dealer to undertake an Art degree at Coleg Menai for ‘rehabilitation’ purposes. He was not the only Empowered Service User who did this, there was a small group who did so, but they were all the people who hadn’t Upset People ie. complained about Dafydd and the gang. There was me and at least four other Empowered Service Users with postgrad qualifications who failed to receive responses from Hergest staff when we asked about returning to college or work. One man with a PhD in biochemistry gave up trying to get any sense out of the Hergest Unit and went to see the Disability Resettlement Officer in Bangor Job Centre and told him that he’d like to get back to work. The Disability Resettlement Officer told him that they didn’t have any jobs for anyone, let alone Hergest patients.

While this was happening, the north Wales newspapers boasted constantly of all the ‘help’ that Empowered Service Users were given, the many ‘work projects’ and all the ‘funding’ that was going into such schemes. The only one that we ever actually encountered was a community pottery in Bethesda run by a really nice man called Dave. No Angel or Top Doctor told us about it, one Empowered Service User discovered it and spread the world that we could do two days in the pottery and earn a small amount of extra money. The pottery filled up and was massively popular. Most people in the pottery were the Empowered Service Users who had been frozen out of everything by Dafydd’s gang. After we had all been going to the pottery for some two months, Dave told us that sadly the pottery was closing. His funding had been withdrawn. Well the pottery wasn’t run by Dafydd and the gang, it was enjoyable, very popular and we liked Dave because he didn’t threaten us or have us arrested. Of course the pottery had its funding withdrawn, why ever would it have been tolerated? The building which housed the pottery remained locked with all the pottery gear in there and unused for a very long time after Dave had his funding withdrawn.

This will be difficult for readers outside of north Wales to understand, but Dafydd’s gang ran everything, absolutely everything, in north Wales. The economy was wrecked and all there was were very low paid often part time jobs and secure jobs were unheard of unless one worked in the NHS, the County Councils, the police, in education or the law. All of which were the domain of the paedophile gang. Who owned the care homes which provided so many of the other jobs? Er, the paedophile gang and their friends. They ran the charidees, the ‘Gov’t initiatives’, even the pubs and restaurants, they ran everything. Nearly everyone I knew had been in north Wales for years, so had got used to this, but I did meet a few people new to the area who all commented that they had never seen such appalling employers as those in north Wales. They could be appalling, there were so few jobs that if someone was unlawfully sacked or walked out, there’d be another desperate person along within a few hours. It was why people worked in the dreadfully abusive ‘care homes’ or in the kids’ homes. I asked Brown the other day if he thought that the economy of north Wales was deliberately kept wrecked, because it was only that which ensured that Dafydd and the gang were able to run hundreds of ‘homes’ in which kids and vulnerable people were grossly abused and trafficked. Brown reckons that it was more a situation of hopeless greedy people with mates in Gov’t who wanted what money there was for them and their friends. I have always known that to be true, but know I’ve gained a bit of an understanding as to which levers were controlling the economy in north Wales, I do wonder if it was indeed a deliberate policy to ensure that north Wales stayed well and truly shafted…

 

To return to the man who ran the Shop in the patients’ lounge in the Hergest Unit from where goodies could be purchased. Some years later I met a retired academic from England who had undertaken the Art course at Coleg Menai when the man who ran the Shop had been on that course. The retired academic told me that the Art course had taken a contingent of ‘rather odd’ people, who had caused great problems, particularly one man, who on a field trip to Amsterdam had defected from the student group to conduct business with some big time drug dealers in Amsterdam… The ‘odd people’ were the Empowered Service Users who had been deemed worthy of Help because they hadn’t Upset People. I also knew that to access Help, one of the Coleg Menai students had taken part in a benefits fraud with a social worker…

 

The pensioner who lived in the old people’s bungalow in Rachub who flogged the baccy for died back in the late 1990s. I know someone who went to his funeral in London. They met his family and reported back that they were very unpleasant. Serious criminals who reminisced at the funeral about the Good Old Days when they were in the NF and hassled the ethnic minorities.

So how did Gwynedd County Council manage to give one of their old people’s bungalows to a man from a crime family in London while Ioan Bowen Rees proudly ran Fortress Gwynedd, Homes for Locals?

Yma O Hyd!

 

Dafydd Iwan

 

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The Rachub bus stop was another site at which baccy and other goods were bought and sold among Empowered Service Users and others. My post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ described the neglect and abuse that Empowered Service Users and others were experiencing in Rachub and Bethesda, on the doorstep of Ioan Bowen Rees, the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, who lived in Rachub, but in a grand Plas down a lane, hidden from the view of the proles by beech trees. Ioan served as an adviser to Dafydd Wigley. Ioan never waited at the bus stop, he could afford a car and an expensive one as well, but Ioan must have known what was going on at the bus stop because his teenaged children – one of whom evolved into International Rock Star Of The People Gruff Rhys (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’) – were too young to drive and they will have known people who went on the buses even if Ioan chauffeured them about himself.

The Empowered Service Users were often approached at the bus stop and asked if they wanted to sell their medication or swap it for goods. The trade was fuelled substantially by ‘Dafydd’s addicts’ who were all au fait with selling their drugs, because they only ever wanted Dafydd as a Top Doctor because he gave them huge quantities of any drugs that they requested. Dafydd was famous for this, that’s why he came highly recommended by the criminals, no-one else wanted to see the mad old bugger. Because Dafydd’s addicts told other ne’r-do-wells that Empowered Service Users never had any money and had prescription medication as well, people would ask them if they wanted to sell their tablets.

In the 1990s there was also a man who went around Bethesda and the surrounding villages in a van hiring out videos, which he would swap for prescription medication. I didn’t realise for some time that under the seats were the Grumble Vids, which could be exchanged for particularly sought after medication. By chatting to this man, I discovered that when he was young, he had been a patient of Dafydd’s. When he had children, there was of course a Referral to Dafydd. Once more, it was another family who over more than one generation, had been screwed over by Dafydd who ensured that they remained trapped in what Blair called the underclass. This man and his family were targeted by the gang – they had tried running little businesses, renting shops after saving up a bit of money etc but things had unravelled. Another family labelled as having a lot of ‘bad luck’ or not being very capable. Well if Dafydd’s gang hadn’t have forced them back into dealing in prescription drugs and the grumble vids, they’d have had a bit more of a chance at getting back on their feet.

 

I’d like to clarify something at this point. For years now, it has been put around by Top Docs and those who collude with them that Empowered Service Users are ‘stigmatised’. The only people who stigmatise the Empowered Service Users are the Top Doctors, they are by far the worst most bigoted offenders. I have mentioned that previously. What I have not stressed is why Empowered Service Users were told that people would stigmatise them if they ‘know that you’ve been in Denbigh’. Oh excuse me, the patients in Denbigh were friends with each other, looked out for each other to the extent that such profoundly vulnerable people could ever look after each other, the patients in Denbigh had no problem chatting about having Been In Denbigh. It was the rest of polite society who needed to ensure that the patients shut up about Being In Denbigh because it was known that what was being politely ignored and concealed out there was just so gross that no-one dared risk it becoming known.

You ran a paedophile gang and an empire of serious crime you bloody hypocrites and you did that while you banged on about playing harps and eating the bara brith. And don’t you ever dare tell me that it was all about language and nationality – my friends in Denbigh were Welsh, as Welsh as Ioan Bowen Rees was and he, Dafydd and Lucille made a killing out of their vulnerabilities. Literally.

I received an e mail from someone last summer who told me that he wished he’d seen the ‘corrupt little faces’ of the paedophiles’ friends when I turned up at Bangor and completed the speediest PhD in the history of the University of Wales. Yes, it was quite entertaining, they all had to pretend that they hadn’t noticed. Not that Bangor is 100% paedophiles’ friends, there are some very, very nice people at Bangor; I could usually tell who was a paedophiles’ friend because they’d start gurning in distress if I was too near them, but there were a few who were very well camouflaged who got under my radar.

 

With regard to Rhodri, Ann Clwyd, Martin Jones and the other MPs Of Compassion who sponsored and signed the EDMs in the Commons in March 1996. The cause of the rage and the EDMs were the actions of the Municipal Mutual, the insurers of Clwyd County Council, who upon legal advice totally suppressed the Jillings Report into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd, 1974-95. It was known that the most terrible abuse had happened, but Municipal Mutual ordered the Report to be made available to no-one but their own lawyers; the Councillors themselves were not given access to the Report and Municipal Mutual told Clwyd that if anyone did get hold of that Report and disclose any of the contents, the Council’s insurance cover would be withdrawn and the Councillors themselves would be made personally liable for compensating any former kids in care who sued and this would lead to the Councillors being declared bankrupt and losing their homes. In the event of Councillor Malcolm King – who was considered a bit of a loose cannon having asked rather too many awkward questions about what was happening to those kids – getting his paws on a copy of the Jillings Report and breathing one word, Municipal Mutual demanded that he should be sacked. Malcolm King Chaired Clwyd County Council’s Social Services Committee. For full details see posts ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’ and ‘The Aftermath Of The Jillings Report – In Parliament’.

Municipal Mutual were also the insurers of the North Wales Police.

Municipal Mutual acted at all times on the advice of their legal adviser, Michael Beloff QC, it was he who ensured that no-one was ever going to get to the truth of what had gone in in the children’s homes in Clwyd. Michael Beloff is a colleague of Cherie and a personal friend of Cherie and Miranda. When Miranda became PM, Beloff was entertained at Chequers. When Beloff advised Municipal Mutual, Miranda was the Leader of the Labour Party.

Any Labour MPs up for sponsoring and signing an EDM condemning that naughty insurance company?

When Rhodri was busy with EDMs condemning Municipal Mutual for following the legal advice given to them by a close friend of the leader of his own Party, Rhodri was the Opposition Spokesman on Welsh Affairs. He had previously worked alongside Miranda in the Shadow Energy team.

The year after Rhodri made his public display with the EDMs, Julie Morgan was elected as the MP for Cardiff North, voted in by all those middle class constituents who knew about the barrel of crap in north Wales.

Rhodri’s former bedfellow, Meri Huws aka the Crack Of Doom, in the 1980s worked as a social worker for Gwynedd County Council and her responsibilities included the children’s homes in Bangor, where kids were being abused and trafficked. See posts ‘Are You Local?’ and ‘People With Energy?’

When Merfyn Jones was appointed as VC of Bangor University, there was one fuck of a row and the fur flew because he made Meri Huws a PVC. People were frank in their opinions that Meri was completely unsuitable for such a position and Professor Dylan Jones-Evans, who hated Meri and had recently left Bangor under a huge cloud for pastures new at Glyndwr University, paid a visit to Bangor and enjoyed himself by asking people how it felt to be working in a university ‘with Meri fucking Huws as a PVC’. Dylan observed that Meri must be the first women to close the gender gap by opening her legs. I’ve got news for Dylan, that is a tried and tested way for those who break the glass ceiling and then boast about it, I’ve been mapping the phenomenon for years.

The reason why Dylan was having such a dig – part from the fact that he is Dylan of course – is that Meri’s appointment was accompanied by much bullshit about Meri being the first women PVC at Bangor. Yes Meri and what a bloody insult it was to every other woman in the place. The dirty deed was blamed on Merfyn ‘because he wants to pretend that he’s a feminist’. There were also rumours that Meri and Merfyn had been discussing Uganda together; one of my colleagues who had Inside Knowledge remarked that she felt sorry for any male boss of Meri’s because it would be automatically assumed that they had slept with the old slapper. The appointment was not Merfyn’s idea. I am sure that he is bright enough to know damn well what a bloody disaster Meri was going to be – which indeed she was. Merfyn was directly ordered to give Meri that job by the Welsh Gov’t, as part of their Wimmin’s Agenda.

The FM at the time was Rhodri Morgan. Who slept with a member of a trafficking gang, then years later ordered Merfyn to give her a job for which she was unqualified and unsuitable and then blamed Merfyn when everything that Meri touched turned to dust. It was the Crack of Doom who was responsible for the series of early disasters relating to the Pontio Arts Centre…

 

Neither do the two Plaid members who signed the EDMs re Municipal Mutual, Dafydd Wigley and Elfyn Llwyd, have any excuses. Apart from the fact that they were at the heart of the paedophiles’ friends in just about every way possible, Michael Beloff’s dad, Lord Max Beloff, got on very well with Ioan Bowen Rees and provided a glowing review of one of Ioan’s volumes. See post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ Ioan was an expert on democracy and local government.

Jesus Christ.

Max Beloff was one of the movers and shakers involved in the founding of the UK’s first private university, the University of Buckingham, which was closely associated with Thatcher and her mates from the IEA. See post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ for further information on the Beloff clan.

 

Just 14 months after Miranda and Cherie’s mate Michael Beloff saved everybody’s bacon, Miranda became PM!

 

My post ‘The Bloody State We’re In’ provided details of Stuart Errington, one of the Directors of Municipal Mutual at the time of the Jillings Investigation and Report. Another Director was Sir John Lovill. John Lovill is listed as having been the Director of 43 companies and his address is given as one in Lewes, East Sussex. John Allen owned brothels in Brighton, to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales. Yet another Municipal Mutual Director at the time was Lord Merlyn-Rees.

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Merlyn Rees was born in Pontypridd, south Wales, was elected as the Labour MP for Leeds South, 1963-83 and then Morley and Leeds South, 1983-92. At the heart of the land of Savile, a corrupt police force and a huge paedophile gang with links to the gangs in Wales. Merlyn Rees was Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1974-76, under Wilson and then Callaghan, in which post Merlyn Rees concealed the VIP paedophile ring which was based at Kincora Boys’ Home, which it has been repeatedly alleged included Sir Anthony Blunt and Lord Louis Mountbatten. Rees was then Home Secretary, 1977-79, under Callaghan. In which capacity he concealed all that serious crime caused by Dafydd and the gang.

 

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Merlyn Rees was President of the Video Standards Council from 1990, when John Allen and the gang were busy making huge quantities of porn using the kids from children’s homes in north Wales. Rees was the first Chancellor of the University of Glamorgan, 1994-02.

 

Recent news reports reassure us that things at the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board are getting worse, which is quite some achievement. The BBC reported that the A&E waiting times at Wrexham Maelor Hospital are now the worst that have been recorded of any hospital in Wales since targets were introduced. All targets missed at all times. The waiting times at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd are the second worst in Wales and are ‘getting worse’.

 

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There has been another baby death at the Betsi which should not have happened. The Betsi solicitor, Patricia Gaskell, was wheeled out to apologise and reassure the world that everyone really was very sorry and it Won’t Happen Again. That’s the Patricia Gaskell who used to be the Ysbyty Gwynedd solicitor and who pretended to deal with my complaint about Ysbyty Gwynedd in 2002, part of which was me being assaulted and injured by an Angel and three healthcare assistants. Gaskell did an excellent imitation of being a decent woman who wanted to resolve the matter by mediation. The only Top Doctor who agreed to attend the mediation walked out after three minutes without contributing and refused to return when Gaskell asked him to. The mediation was suggested by Gaskell and paid for by the NW Wales NHS Trust. I then received a letter from Keith Thomson, the then CEO of the Trust, telling me and my lawyer that the mediation had broken down because of me, that I had now been classed as a ‘vexatious complainant’ and that no more letters of mine would be answered. My complaint was never ever investigated.

There were subsequently more complaints from patients who said that they had been assaulted who named the very people whom I had named.

When my lawyers eventually took Thomson to the High Court and he was threatened with imprisonment if he did not hand over the records which he was unlawfully witholding, among the records were letters from Gaskell to the staff who had assaulted me telling them that they did not have to answer questions or attend the mediation. There was also a memo from Gaskell to a manager asking for ‘more nurses down the police station please’ to make statements about me ‘threatening to kill’ a manager. The trial collapsed on the first day because the Angels had perjured themselves. There was no investigation and now Gaskell is apologising for dead babies. She probably congratulated the midwives and drank champers with them when the baby’s parents weren’t around.

The news reports re the dead baby whom Gaskell probably had a good laugh over stated that a Top Doctor had suggested that perhaps the baby would have lived if he had been treated at Arrowe Park in Liverpool, rather than the Special Care Baby Unit in north Wales. The public of north Wales BEGGED for that Unit, there was a campaign led by Top Doctors, abuse and threats were hurled at Merfyn Jones and Mary Burrows at a public meeting when they were still leading that Board and trying to restrain the paedophiles’ friends because people feared that they might say no to the Unit. Now the paedophiles’ friends have got exactly what they demanded. A Special Care Baby Unit, in north Wales, for which Carwyn stumped up. But oooh, this baby’s death, ooh it won’t be the staff guvnor, its that fucking unit, ooh, if only this baby had been at Arrowe Park…

There was one Gwynedd Top Doc who wanted neonates treated at Arrowe Park. It was Dr Lyndon Miles, whom I recently found out is a well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend. Lyndon is mates with Edwina Hart and was the Chair of the Gwynedd Local Heath Board. The Gwynedd Local Health Board refused to correspond with me when I was unlawfully arrested by Elfed and Martin and unlawfully refused treatment. Arrowe Park is part of the Liverpool empire of the paedophiles’ friends.

Lyndon, do you know anything about this Top Doc who is suggesting that Arrowe Park would have been a better option?

Never mind Vaughan, give them all a pay rise and tell those bastard patients to stop Talking Down The NHS! Perish the thought that anyone might go in and arrest these lying, perjuring, murdering bastards, who never ever stop screaming, demanding more and blaming everyone else for their cock-ups, even when they have been given exactly what they have asked for at a cost of many millions.

 

I mentioned previously on this blog that my former colleagues and I recently won an award for academic excellence, on the basis of the last journal article that we published together. We wrote this article after I had been made redundant, unlawfully detained in Parkhead and Wrexham Maelor and the paedophile gang had wrecked my life yet again. One of my co-authors, Professor Howard Davis, attended the ceremony in Toronto where a plaque with our names engraved upon it was due to be awarded, but the plaque wasn’t ready, so Howard received the public congratulations and was told that the plaque would be sent on to him. We have now heard that the plaque has been dispatched and Howard is organising a get-together, so that we can celebrate.

I am looking forward to catching up with my friends/former colleagues/fellow award winners. They are: Howard, who was described by a member of the paedophile gang as a ‘cold male academic’; Graham Day, the man who came under attack from ‘The Guardian’ as a result of false allegations on the part of a paedophile gang; and Marta Eichsteller, who was identified as being one of the best twenty young sociologists in the world but who was told by the paedophiles’ friends that she should not be employed at Bangor University because she is not Welsh. I am sure that Bangor University will be delighted to issue a press release informing the wider academic community of this Event.

You Know I’m No Good…

My last post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’ discussed General Pinochet’s arrival in Britain in 1998, his stay at a private hospital in London and his subsequent arrest and detention in London after the Spanish authorities obtained an international arrest warrant. Spain wanted to extradite Pinochet and put him on trial for war crimes, but some helpful Top Doctors provided medical evidence that Pinochet was unfit to stand trial and thus the then Home Secretary Jack Straw overturned a Law Lords ruling that Pinochet should be extradited and Pinochet was flown back to Chile. Pinochet made a remarkable recovery the minute that he hit the tarmac in Chile and lived for another six years.

There was outrage, particularly as it was perceived that the Top Docs had done Pinochet a massive favour.

Now for a few more details with regard to those very helpful British Top Doctors.

When General Pinochet was placed under house arrest, he was staying at The London Clinic. The London Clinic touts itself as a leading ‘private hospital’ and is of course registered as a charity, but it also seems to provides hotel accommodation for the very rich elderly and frail.  Ian MacGregor’s volume on the 1984-85 miners’ strike discusses a meeting that MacGregor had with John Paul Getty II, which culminated in Getty giving a donation of £100k to the National Working Miners. MacGregor mentions that Getty was staying at The London Clinic, which was where Getty usually ‘lived’ when he was in the UK. One of the Trustees of The London Clinic, 1994-2002, was Thatcher’s Cabinet Minister John Biffen (see post ‘A Local Boy Made Good?’). For further details about the London Clinic and those involved with it, see post ‘A Legend Lives’.

I have not yet discovered which Top Doctor(s) operated on Pinochet’s back, which was the main reason for Pinochet’s visit to the UK, but after Pinochet was placed under house arrest, medical opinions regarding Pinochet’s fitness for extradition and trial were supplied by Prof Sir John Grimley Evans, Professor of Clinical Geratology at the University of Oxford; Dr Michael Denham, Consultant Physician in Geriatric Medicine at Northwick Park Hospital in London and Professor Andrew Lees, Professor of Neurology at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery in London. Dr Maria Wyke, a Consultant Neuropsychologist at London’s Devonshire Hospital, provided an additional report.’

I provided full details of the background of Professor Sir John Grimley Evans in my post ‘A Few More Who Might Be Able To Answer Questions’.

Dr Michael Denham stars on the website of the London North West Healthcare NHS Trust, which provides the following information:

Dr Michael Denham recently retired as Consultant Geriatrician at Northwick Park Hospital having been both Secretary and later President of the British Geriatrics Society. He hosted the MRCP Examinations on several occasions, and features in the MRCP PACES video. He has recently successfully completed a PhD.

 

In may 1997, The Indie reported that Michael Denham had Chaired the Royal College of Physicians working party which had just published a Report concerning the serious problem of unnecessarily drugging elderly people in ‘care homes’. Denham made some damning comments about the practice, which he admitted was widespread. The Indie told us that:

The practice of “switching the patients out with the lights” is causing increasing concern among medical and charitable organisations, according to the report by the Royal College of Physicians. More than 90 per cent of residents of the homes are prescribed drugs, and nearly half are taking major tranquillisers and other sedatives. Dr Michael Denham, consultant geriatrician at Northwick Park Hospital and chairman of the working party that produced the report, said there had been a six-fold increase in places in private and voluntary homes since 1983, fuelled by a 30 per cent decline in NHS long-term care, which had placed a severe burden on local GPs.

“I fear that in some homes these drugs are being used like a chemical ball and chain to keep patients quiet. These are very frail physically and mentally ill people and virtually the entire lot are on medication, with a large proportion on sedatives. It is a growing cause for concern.”

National guidelines on prescribing drugs in the homes should be reviewed and closer monitoring introduced, possibly by giving overall responsibility to one or two GPs for each home, the report says…

The report, Medication for Older People, says that the over-65s are being prescribed 50 per cent more drugs than a decade ago. The annual number of items prescribed to older people has risen from 14.6 on average in 1985 to 21.8 in 1995. The cost of each prescription rose from £4.10 to £7.55 and accounted for almost half the increase in health authority drugs bills over the decade. Although older people make up 18 per cent of the population they receive 45 per cent of all prescriptions dispensed.

Dr Denham said doctors under pressure tended to have a reflex response to certain conditions such as dizziness in older people and prescribe a tranquilliser without investigating further. “If you leave them on tranquillisers they may end up with symptoms of Parkinsonism … There is a tendency to treat the symptom rather than the disease.”

However, underprescribing is also a problem, driven by some doctors’ ageist approach to treatment. The report says there is evidence that older people benefit more from drugs for heart conditions and high blood pressure than younger people, yet they are less likely to receive them.

“It is sad to note that … the attitudes of some doctors [remain] fixed to the concept of chronological age rather than biological age – the capacity of an individual to benefit,” it says.

 

That Report was published in 1997. It was an update of a previous one published in 1984.

When I was doing my A levels in 1980, my best friend worked in an old folk’s home in Bridgwater, the Drummier Nursing Home. The Drummier was famed throughout Bridgwater for being appalling. My friend, an A level student, told me that the old dears were told that she and other staff were ‘nurses’ and all of the residents were loaded up to eye-balls with a chemical cosh. The Drummier was owned and run by a woman called Johnson, who had previously worked as an Angel in the hospitals in Taunton and Bridgwater. Nurses who had worked with ‘Johnny Johnson’ told of how abusive she had been to the patients in the hospitals.  The Drummier remained up and running for a long time after we left Bridgwater to go to university.

In the summer of 1984, I applied for a job as a care assistant in an old folk’s home in Menai Bridge. I didn’t ever work there because those running it all turned out to be a bit bonkers. It was owned by a man who was an alcoholic and the woman running it, an Angel called Wendy – although that wasn’t her real name – had been sacked from her job at the C&A Hospital in Bangor for having sex with a patient on the ward. Dr D.G.E. Wood had patients in that home. I was told by one of Wood’s colleagues that of course, Wood wouldn’t ever put one of his own relatives in that place. ‘That place’ was located directly opposite the house where Top Doctors Tony and Sadie Francis lived.

Wood and the Drs Francis were facilitating the trafficking ring in north Wales, along with Dafydd, who owned old folk’s homes himself. By 1987, there had been many complaints to the GMC about the neglect, abuse and deaths in Dafydd’s homes, but no action was taken. Mary Wynch always maintained that her mother had been killed unlawfully, probably by a barbiturate overdose, while in one of Dafydd’s homes, but because Dafydd had Mary unlawfully arrested and sectioned, she was never able to prove it (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

In the early 1990s, I worked at Ceris Nursing Home, near Menai Bridge. Virtually all the residents were well drugged up. The woman who owned and ran Ceris, Mrs Murphy, was an SEN, not an SRN, which meant that Mrs Murphy was not qualified to take control of prescription medication, so Mrs Murphy was legally obliged to employ other SRNs/RGNs to do that. At least one of those registered nurses employed by Mrs Murphy had been sacked from a local hospital.

I worked in old folk’s homes in Gwynedd and Anglesey again during 1999. Every home that I worked in, except for one, was drugging the residents up. In one case, an elderly man was drugged with anti-psychotics when he complained about not being allowed to sit next to his wife during the day – the sitting rooms were separated on the grounds of gender, so a married couple who had been together for 50 years were separated. The old man protested, a tame GP was told how ‘difficult’ he was and out came the prescription pad. Not that the GP who prescribed for him and the other residents ever saw his patients, the order for the drugs was put in over the phone by the monstrous old bag who ran the home, Mrs Moffat, a former Angel of course and the prescriptions were sent over. This home also housed former North Wales Hospital Denbigh patients, including a lady who had been lobotomised. Furthermore she had been lobotomised years after Dafydd and Gwynne had stopped lobotomising awkward customers, or at least they had according to the journal articles and the books telling the history of the North Wales Hospital.

‘We didn’t know.’

Well how did I keep coming across the evidence then?

The lobotomised witness to the wrongdoing was hidden away in the Bryn Ceirios home at Pentraeth on Anglesey for years. Dafydd’s son Dr Dyfrig ap Dafydd works as a GP on Anglesey. I understand that Moffats are no longer at Bryn Ceirios; if they were I would suggest that someone disguises themselves as a transgendered elderly person and watch the confusion as everyone tries to work out whether they should be ordered to sit in the Men’s sitting room or the Women’s sitting room.

Elderly people are still being drugged up by Top Doctors at the request of Angels who run homes for the elderly and some of the offending homes are owned by Top Doctors. There was an EMI home on Anglesey, St Tysilio, owned by one of the Top Docs at Ysbyty Gwynedd. There were reports of abuse at St Tysilio. Dafydd’s mate Dr K. Shah, who was involved in my illegal detention in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh (see post ‘Hippocratic Oath Or Hypocritic Oaf?’), owned the Brig-y-Nant old folk’s home in Bethesda, where patients were abused and neglected, according to one of the care assistants there. Shah’s wife, an Angel, managed the home.

The drugging of the elderly residents of care homes is pretty much routine, no matter how many Top Docs Speak Out. When the Top Docs do Speak Out, the message is always the same – ooh, the GPs are becoming pressured by this and it’s putting a burden on the NHS. The GPs very often own the bloody homes, they’re making a packet out of mediocre or neglectful/abusive ‘care’ of the elderly.

For some of the details of the abuse and neglect that I witnessed while working in homes for the elderly, see post ‘Are There Dark Forces At Work – Again?’.
In many badly managed hospital wards for the elderly, patients are also drugged. The EMI patients who were abused in Tawel Fan at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd were inappropriately drugged. See previous posts. North Wales has hosted for many years one of the UK’s leading experts in EMI care – Professor Bob Woods. Bob Woods is one of many who ignored the trafficking ring and ignored the abuse of elderly patients. Bob Woods was far too busy concerning himself with being an Expert to give a bugger about them. Bob’s own colleague, Professor Clare Wenger, an expert in the care of the elderly herself, blew the whistle long and loudly a few years ago after she was horrified by what she witnessed passing for ‘elderly care’ in Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. She was denounced as a stuck up old cow by Ysbyty Glan Clwyd and the media. Every one of her colleagues remained silent. See previous posts. Well they’d spent years telling the world that they were experts in care for the elderly. Indeed, Bangor produced the Angel who became the first Professor of Gerontological Nursing, Professor Mike Nolan, a former teacher in north Wales who was years later given the Chair in Gerontological Nursing at Sheffield University (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Nolan used to run the day centre for the elderly at Ysbyty Gwynedd, where he ignored the abuse of patients. Mike Nolan’s day centre, the Deiniol Day Centre, was located next door to the Menai Day Centre, which was the forerunner of the larger Menai Day Centre which was located in the Hergest Unit when that was subsequently built. So we would go next door and watch Mike Nolan’s patients being abused and neglected and Mike Nolan and his colleagues would keep quiet about what was happening to us.
Did Mike Nolan also keep quiet about what was happening to kids when he worked as a teacher?
For a long while, the consultant psychogeriatrican for Gwynedd was the appalling Dr Devakumar, one of the self-styled ‘BMA psychiatrists’ who’s name and signature is all over my documents, demanding that I be sent to a secure hospital on the grounds of my insanity and dangerousness (see previous posts). Other Devakumar highlights included him swearing at Empowered Service Users – including me – and rolling his sleeves up in a ward round and threatening to have a fist fight with an Empowered Service User (not me amazingly enough).
Dr Devakumar ran the service for sick doctors in north Wales. They didn’t come much sicker than Devakumar and his colleagues…
It was hardly surprising that the Angels in north Wales had no idea how to care for elderly people, because they had never ever been taught how to. Not only were those responsible for ‘training’ the Angels in north Wales frequently clueless and unpleasant, but I watched what happened to student nurses in the hospitals and they were left to flounder. My first experience of this was in 1984, when I was admitted to the A&E at the C&A Hospital in Bangor with a serious injury. There was a student nurse left with me who was pleasant but clearly terrified of the blood spurting out of me, had no idea what to do and was barked at by a passing Angel to fill the documentation in regarding my details. So this poor teenager sat next to me, floundering with the paperwork, saying ‘I’m sorry, I’m new, I’m a student’ and no-one helped her or even told her what she should be doing. At one point, someone said to me ‘I know what you’re thinking but please don’t say it’. I thought, no I’m not going to say a word about this girl not knowing her arse from her elbow, because I can see that no-one is even trying to teach her anything.
I have since been told that the C&A knew that they were being called upon to treat that cow of a UCNW student who was creating uproar re Gwynne the lobotomist, so I wasn’t going to have the benefit of an Angel who knew what she was doing.
Dim problem Top Docs, I am on the side of that Angel – she was a nice girl who was being shafted by you. As were the rest of us you worthless turds.
Now, here’s an interesting story. Liz Stables, the Angel who worked at the Student Health Centre at UCNW in the 1980s and helped facilitate Dafydd’s trafficking gang, trained as an Angel in north Wales and had worked in all the local hospitals in the region. She told me an anecdote involving one newly qualified Angel who was sacked from Llududno Hospital back in the 1980s, because when a Top Doctor told her to warm up some blood, she opened the bag of blood, emptied it into a saucepan and put it on the cooker ring.
I wouldn’t do that to warm up blood and Liz Stables wouldn’t, because someone has familiarised us with the way in which blood is warmed up for clinical use, but what’s the betting that no-one had ever taught that fresh-faced Angel how to warm up blood? If I know anything about the NHS in north Wales, that Angel will have been set up after having been identified as needing to be removed from the inner sanctum of the Angels and Top Docs. That lot screwed up on an hourly basis and people died; furthermore the whole lot of them were running a sex trafficking gang. The newly qualified Angel will almost certainly have raised a concern about some aspect of very serious wrongdoing and the rest of them will have been just waiting for their chance…
Liz Stables was a friend of Dafydd’s. That’s how careers were built, it was entirely unrelated to one’s clinical skills.
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Sir Ronnie in action:

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In the Waterhouse Report, Ronnie explained that although he was given evidence that John Allen did serially sexually abuse many of the boys in his care at Bryn Alyn and that there were boys who were known to the other kids as ‘Allen’s bum boys’, there was no evidence that John Allen was violent – except for those occasions on which he lost his temper of course, when the temporary loss of control resulted in extreme violence – and furthermore John Allen was a kind and generous man who gave certain boys at Bryn Alyn many thousands of pounds and expensive gifts, such as motorbikes and stereos. Dafydd too was a kind and caring man who was harassed by me mercilessly, as Dafydd’s friend Professor Bluglass confirmed in another Report, compiled in 1989, which was when the kind and generous John Allen was giving his bum boys thousands of quid and motorbikes.
Three years after Dr Mike Denham raised his deepest concerns about the practice of drugging elderly people which the whole of his profession silently endorsed and continue to endorse, Dr Mike was of very great assistance to the old war criminal from Chile.

Andrew John Lees, Professor of Neurology at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery, Queen Square, London and UCL, helped old Pinochet out by providing medical evidence. In 2011 Lees was named as the world’s most highly cited Parkinson’s disease researcher.

Lees studied medicine at the Royal London Hospital in Whitechapel, which was on the patch of one of the trafficking gangs linked to the north Wales gang. Lees then trained as a neurologist at the Pitie-Salpetriere Hospital, Paris, UCH and at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery.

Lees was Director of the Reta Lila Weston Institute of Neurological Studies at UCH, 1998-2012. From 2002 to 2012 Lees served as Director of the Sara Koe PSP Research Centre funded by the PSP Association to conduct research into progressive supranuclear palsy.

In 2006, Lees received the American Academy of Neurology Movement Disorders Life Time Achievement Award. In 2012, he was awarded the Dingebauer Prize by the German Society of Neurology. In 2014 he was awarded the Jay Van Andel Award for outstanding research in Parkinson’s disease. This prize is awarded by the Van Andel Institute which was created by Jay Van Andel co-founder of Amway and a Parkinson’s disease patient.

Jay Van Andel might well be motivated to fund a research institute if he suffered from Parkinson’s himself, but not only do I suspect that the co-founder of Amway would not have the knowledge to decide which the most promising lines of research to follow would be, but the profits from Amway was not exactly clean money. I remember Amway really well, it swept north Wales in the early 1990s and friends in Somerset told me that Amway had arrived there as well. Amway was a pyramid selling con which involved flogging expensive detergents and soaps to people who probably didn’t need them. Amway gripped regions of the UK where there was a lack of secure well-paid work – it was why Amway took north Wales by storm – and it also appealed to better off ruthless money grubbers who thought that they could add Amway to their portfolio and make a quick buck.

In 2015 Lees was awarded the Association of British Neurologists Medal. He received the Bing Spear Award for outstanding contributions towards Saner drug policies in 2016.

Bing Spear was a corrupt civil service mandarin who spent decades at the top of the Home Office Drugs Branch; Bing was Deputy Chief Inspector and then Chief Inspector and what a gift he was to Dafydd and other Top Docs who flogged any drugs requested to anyone who had the dosh to pay for them. From the information available, it seems likely that Bing was an addict himself and involved with serious organised crime (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Bing was found dead four days before Sir Peter Morrison was in July 1995, days before Dafydd ‘retired’, clutching in his paws the contract for providing ‘substance abuse services’ for the whole of north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution  Of A Drugs Baron?’) and before the Tory Gov’t told lies about the North Wales Hospital Denbigh now having closed. By that time Ronnie Waterhouse’s ESP had let him know that he would be Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry, although William Hague didn’t announce it for another year. Meanwhile, Ronnie got on with his tour of Wales, wining and dining with many people who should have asked questions about the activities of Dafydd and the gang but didn’t (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).

Throughout 1994 and 1995, the mental health services were, once more, frantically planning and implementing plans in an effort to have me banged up in a secure hospital without trial (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

 

Andrew Lees has also been awarded the Parkinson Canada’s Donald Calne Award and Lectureship for 2017.

Lees has delivered various keynote lectures and memorial lectures worldwide including the UK, Thailand, Budapest and Dublin. Other of his achievements include: Council Member for the Academy of Medical Sciences, UK, National Institute for Health Research Senior investigator, Co-founder and past President of The Movement Disorder Society, Former Co-Editor-in-Chief of the journal ‘Movement Disorders’, UK Government NICE Guidleline Development Group for Parkinson’s Disease (2016-2019), Visiting Professor to the University of Liverpool, Visiting Professor to the Hospital Sao Rafaele, Salvador Brazil, Honorary overseas member of the Academia Nacional de Medicina, Brazil.

In addition to his academic career, Lees has written a book about the  city of Liverpool and co-authored the authorised biography of footballer Ray Kennedy, with Kennedy himself. Ray Kennedy played for Arsenal and Liverpool in the 1970s and early 80s and in Jan 1982 joined Swansea City, but his career ended not long after due to Parkinsons, although he was still a young man. Kennedy was particularly high profile in terms of being a Liverpool player.

Andrew Lees was a longstanding friend of Oliver Sacks, who went to school with Jonathan Miller and remained a close lifelong friend of Miller. Sacks trained at the Middlesex Hospital, Gwynne the lobotomist’s alma mater, an institution which provided Gwynne with lifelong protection. Miller was a Top Doctor, as was his father and Jonathan Miller made some very helpful TV programmes about Madness and how helpful Top Doctors are in the face of Madness in the early 1990s, just when Dafydd and the paedophiles really needed a bit of good PR. Jonathan Miller’s son William worked at the BBC with one of my friends who knew what happened to me in north Wales and was forced out of the BBC soon after Jonathan made those programmes on Madness. Miller and Sacks were big mates with Eric Korn, who was a marine zoologist and had links with UCNW. See post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ for information on this charming trio and their numerous links to Dafydd and the gang.

Oliver Sacks, like Andrew Lees, also trained at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery, Queen Square and Lees was acknowledged in the preface of Sacks books ‘Awakenings’, a story about treatment of lathargica, which was made into a film starring Robin Williams and ‘The Island of the Colour Blind’, which deals with Parkinsonism.

Robin Williams was found dead in 2014; it was assumed that he’d hung himself, although the reason why was unclear. He had previously experienced drug and alcohol problems as well as depression, but his suicide was attributed to early stage Parkinsons causing his depression.

In his memoir “Mentored by a Madman” Lees explains that his career was influenced by Conan Doyle’s character Sherlock Holmes and by the self-experimentation of William Burroughs.

William Burroughs was famous for his ‘counter-culture’ books detailing his lifestyle, which revolved around an aggressive brand of gay sex accompanied by misgyny and excessive consumption of heroin. What I remember most about William Burroughs’ writing is his description of a corrupt, decrepit old incompetent Top Doctor whom Burroughs and his mates use for their supply of heroin or to patch up the wounds when someone gets shot, but whom they refuse to go anywhere near if one of them is actually ill. I have known since the mid-1980s that north Wales has a Top Doctor of that variety. Unbelievably, he is still there.

 

One of the UK’s leading neurologists of the generation before Andrew Lee, in whose footsteps Lee followed, was Lord John Walton. John Walton was the Bastard of Newcastle-upon-Tyne and dedicated his life to protecting Dafydd and the gang, which Walton was in an excellent position to do holding numerous powerful roles, including President of the BMA, 1980-82; President of the GMC, 1982-89; Warden of Green College, Oxford, 1983-89; President of the Royal Society of Medicine, 1984-86. Walton was Mr Newcastle-upon-Tyne, when that city supplied the gang in north Wales with both children and staff. See post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ for more info on John Walton.

 

The Lord Walton of Detchant
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In a House of Lords debate in 2015.

 

Enemy Of The Paedophiles in need of treatment for a brain tumour? Ooh, we’ll just give Lord John Walton a ring and see what he thinks.

Lest anyone accuse me of ‘surely this can’t happen’, it can and it does. When D.G.E. Wood and Tony Francis lost their tempers with me when I first raised concerns about Gwynne the lobotomist, they both screamed at me that if I didn’t withdraw my complaint my career would be ruined and no Top Doctor would ever treat me. I have 10,000 documents in my possession which demonstrate that is exactly what they worked very hard to achieve and they were able to nobble every other Top Doc whom they approached, even Top Docs who didn’t like them. Because they were involved with a bunch of gangsters.

Francis has killed himself but Wood is still with us. I haven’t needed life-saving surgery yet Wood, but I know damn well that I wouldn’t get it if I did, so before that ever happens, you’ve got this blog to deal with you worthless criminal murdering bastard. It is well past the time when someone should have dealt with you and your massive network of criminal associates. Higher pay? I’d cut your fucking pay and pensions by half and then have most of you marched out of your sodding consulting rooms in handcuffs and detained until full confessions are made.

Andrew Lees, a Top Doctor with strong links to Merseyside  and the University of Liverpool, knows them all over at The Walton Centre, who find that their clinical skills are so ineffective when called upon to treat Enemies Of The Paedophiles. Andrew probably knows Dr Death, who served as Chancellor of Liverpool University, 1996-09 and was of course a neurologist and psychiatrist himself before he decided that he was destined to become PM (see post ‘Dr Death’).

Gee Dr Death, come and join our party, you’re a Top Doc from Tommy’s who has the full gen on the Westminster Paedophile Ring and can con the electorate into believing that you’re a caring man with principles who Supports The NHS. We don’t want to die Dr Death, please, not us, we like a drink, we live comfortable lives, we’re all developing type II diabetes, we’re at risk of heart attacks, we’ll do whatever the BMA say, not us, please, it’s not as if we are Empowered Service Users who need to be refused NHS treatment or banged up in Risley Remand Centre because Dr DA says so.

 

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Andrew Lees’s expertise in combating Parkinsonian symptoms has had little effect on the prescribing practices of his psychiatrist colleagues, who continue to wield the prescription pad with alacrity with regard to anti-psychotics, although those drugs not infrequently lead to irreversible Parkinsonian symptoms, resulting in Empowered Service Users visibly twitching and grimacing involuntarily until the day that they die, even if they stop the medication. Some Top Docs are acutely aware of this and only prescribe anti-psychotics when they really do feel that there is no other option, but many more, including dear old Dafydd and his mates of course, really enjoyed prescribing ‘medication’ for unknowing patients without giving them any clue as to what could happen to them.

Brown always told me that if you are Dafydd and you need to ruthlessly exclude your victims from society, anti-psychotics are great because if the patients develop tardive dyskinesia, they look like nutters and even if what they are saying is entirely rational no-one will take them seriously. I saw a few prime examples of this.

There was a lady who used to go to the day centre at Hergest called Delyth, who was really nice and very popular with other patients. Delyth had very severe tardive dyskinesia, so severe that when she was on the bus, members of the general public used to give her a wide berth. When Terry Maxwell and Alun Davies elicited the Great Genocide in the run up to the Waterhouse Report and withdrew virtually all facilities for mental health patients including insisting on the closure of the Menai Day Centre, Delyth was one of those who didn’t survive for much longer. She was placed in some sort of old folk’s home in Penmaenmawr, although she wasn’t elderly and she died not long afterwards. Delyth had had the Denbigh Experience, so there was probably a good reason why she had to be marginalised and finished off at such a critical time.

The world leading Springfield Hospital attached to St George’s Hospital Medical School also had a surprisingly high number of patients with tardive dyskinesia, I would see them wandering around clad in clothes purchased from the hospital shop (see previous post), twitching like there was no tomorrow and bloody hell did they look weird. But then so would I had I ever followed the advice of the Top Docs. Not the sort of weird that upset the Top Docs so much and was lovingly documented as evidence of my Dangerousness – pink hair, untoward hats and hairstyles, Doc Martens etc – but really weird. The sort of weirdness that Empowered Service Users exude when they have been left to die after the attentions of the Top Docs.

Here’s Professor Lees, from who’s expertise General Pinochet benefited even if no-one else has:

 

Andrew Lees

 

 

Dr Maria Wyke who provided an additional report on Pinochet seems to have a limited recent internet presence, although she is mentioned in some articles discussing Pinochet’s case. I have found some old journal articles with her name on, including one published in Dec 1987 with Simon Baron-Cohen and Colin Binnie, in ‘Perception’ about synaesthesia. Wyke’s affiliation was given as the Department of Clinical Psychology, at the Institute of Psychiatry. In 1987 the Institute of Psychiatry was heaving with Top Docs who were concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales as Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I refused to keep quiet. Many of the gang in north Wales had passed through the Institute of Psychiatry themselves during the course of their ‘training’. The Institute of Psychiatry at the time was located at the Maudsley, also heaving with Dafydd’s mates, which was given as Colin Binnie’s affiliation. Baron-Cohen stated his affiliation as the Dept of Psychology, UCL.

Wyke also published an April 1993 article on synaesthesia with Baron-Cohen, John Harrison and Laura H. Goldstein. Harrison’s affiliation was given as the Academic Unit of Neuroscience, Charing Cross Hospital. By April 1993, Dafydd’s gang had pressed charges against me for staring at a social worker, Jackie Brandt, in Safeway’s and I subsequently appeared in Bangor Magistrates Court later that summer. Brandt, who had previously illegally detained me and then refused to answer any questions about the matter, had told the police that I had screamed and sworn at her in Safeways, such that she believed that I was going to attack her. When cross-examined in the witness box she started crying and admitted that I hadn’t said anything to her at all, but I had looked at her. For further details see previous posts, including ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’. My solicitor told me after the case that I would have been found not guilty had I not started laughing when Brandt began crying. This was a woman who was a member of a paedophile gang, who had goose-stepped into the Court glowering at me, got her own name wrong when asked by the magistrates – ‘Jackie Muriel Billings’ – who then perjured herself and had to retract. Of course I laughed, it was ludicrous.

Did this case set a precedent – in the case of transparent perjury, a guilty verdict will be returned if the defendant laughs? Perhaps we should ask the Chairman of the Bench who presided over that case, Gwynfor Evans. Gwynfor was a retired bank manager from Holyhead. God knows what he did when he was in charge of that bank.

It was subsequently recorded upon my medical records by Dr Sadie Francis that I ‘stormed out of the Court, ranting and swearing’. No, I was far too busy laughing, which was why I had been found guilty…

Jackie, it cost me £60 thanks to a bent Bench, but that was a performance of a lifetime, it was memorable. You were trotting around Gwynedd sectioning witnesses and victims of a paedophile gang, you rang the police and had them break somebody’s door down because they hated you and wouldn’t let you in, Gwynedd Social Services were under investigation by the North Wales Police because of allegations of a huge paedophile ring and you forgot your own name. And I was found guilty because I laughed at you.

The North Wales Police concluded in 1993 that there was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. Lucille Hughes, Dafydd’s mistress and Jackie’s boss, was delighted. The London-based media reported on the investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales.

Meanwhile, at Bangor University, the paedophile gang was causing havoc by levelling fallacious allegations of anti-Welsh racism at Graham Day, a senior sociologist. ‘The Guardian’ provided full coverage of Graham’s wicked ways but forgot to mention that those who were causing the problems included some former social workers employed in Gwynedd. See post ‘Badlands’. At the time Bangor University was still completely under the control of Dafydd’s gang.

 

Laura H. Goldstein who co-authored with Mari Wyke is now Professor of Clinical Neuropsychology at King’s College, London and Honorary Consultant Clinical Psychologist at the Lishman Unit, South London and Maudsley NHS Foundation Trust. Goldstein’s books include:

  • Goldstein, Laura H; McNeil, Jane E (2004), Clinical neuropsychology : a practical guide to assessment and management for clinicians, Wiley.
  • Cull, Christine; Goldstein, Laura H (2002), The clinical psychologist’s handbook of epilepsy : assessment and management, London.

Goldstein also co-authored ‘Frangou, Sophia, Stuart Donaldson, Michael Hadjulis, Sabine Landau and Laura H. Goldstein. “The Maudsley Bipolar Disorder Project: executive dysfunction in bipolar disorder I and its clinical correlates.” Biological psychiatry 58, no. 11 (2005): 859-864.

Bipolar disorder is still on average not diagnosed until approx 15 years after the condition has developed, is frequently misdiagnosed and very often so poorly managed that the patient’s life is disrupted to a far greater degree than it should be. The best attentions of the Maudsley et al seem to be having very, very little impact on the lives of most people with this condition. David Healy recently published some work which demonstrated quite clearly the sorry state of affairs with regard to bipolar disorder and there has been much comment recently on the way in which bipolar disorder has become an acceptable, even fashionable, illness among high profile people. Try having bipolar disorder when you’re living in north Wales; your lifestyle will not be that of Stephen Fry and you won’t be cultivated in the way that Mr Fry is either. It was noted by people having the Empowered Service User Experience that Stephen Fry went to the US for treatment, although he was happy to make documentaries about bipolar disorder which provided much good PR for the UK Top Doctors.

Stephen Fry is not a stupid man, he knows exactly what life is like for most people with bipolar disorder in the UK and he did not touch on those harsh realities when he was enthusiastically raising awareness and educating the public. A friend recently told me that Stephen is no longer touting himself as a celebrity manic depressive, having been told by a Top Doc that he doesn’t have bipolar disorder after all. This rather proves my point about the Top Doctors and their expertise, but Stephen’s change of status has received very little publicity. There has been no massively promoted BBC series entitled of ‘The Secret Life Of The Incompetent Top Doctors, Who Have Got It Wrong Yet Again’.

 

There are references to another co-author of Wyke’s, John Harrison, a neuropsychologist, in both the UK and the US; I have not had time to find out whether they are the same person or two people working in the same field.

 

I could spend time trawling through everything that these folk have published and who they have published it with, but I have enough here to make the point that when they were early career researchers, they worked with and were mentored by people who were concealing a trafficking gang and perpetrating research fraud.

Simon Baron-Cohen is of course now world famous, he established his reputation in the field of dyslexia and used to turn up as a guest at the School of Psychology at Bangor University when Professor Fergus Lowe ruled over that domain (see previous posts for more info on Baron-Cohen). The Fungus who built his empire entirely upon blackmailing and threatening people in high and low places who had colluded with Dafydd and the gang (see posts ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ and ‘Feet In Chains’).

The parents of children whom I know with dyslexic kids are still reporting that they are having terrible trouble getting help from the state school system. There was a quip on Radio 4 the other day from a not very old comedian remembering his terrible school days as a kid with dyslexia and how little understanding or support there was. He observed that the difference between kids who got support and those who didn’t was £400. He was spot on. Parents battle for ages, get nowhere but are told that if they consult a psychologist privately, their child can be assessed and once that happens, the doors to ‘support’ will open. Well they will if their child is at the right sort of school. If they are at a school which still is incapable of supporting dyslexic kids, those with more money give up and send their kids to a private school. I used to work at Hillgrove School in Bangor, a small private school, which was packed with lovely kids who had encountered terrible problems in the local state schools because they were dyslexic and the schools just couldn’t deal with it.

Bangor University’s School of Psychology was a centre of excellence with regard to dyslexia. This reputation was built upon the work of the late Professor Tim Miles, who was a pioneer in the education of dyslexic children (see post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’). Tim’s pioneering work was carried out among children on Anglesey in the mid-1960s. At the time, Lucille Hughes worked as a social worker on Anglesey, precisely as the Children’s Officer. Dafydd himself was conducting a ‘community health’ project with another member of the gang on Anglesey.

Tim Miles must have seen at least some clues as to what was happening to some kids on Anglesey.

Tim the Enchanter:

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The MP for Anglesey at the time was Cledwyn Hughes, later Lord Cledwyn, who spent his career concealing Dafydd’s gang (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Lord Cledwyn was a big mate of the parents of one Glenys Kinnock, a girl from Holyhead who became a teacher and had a Windbag of a boyfriend from south Wales, who’s later career as a Professional Windbag received a considerable boost from Lord Cledwyn. The Windbag knew one Tony Francis when they were at Cardiff University.

When I was working at Hillgrove School, Tim’s colleague Anne Cook got very angry with me when she heard me telling one of my friends that I had a lot of dyslexic children in my class at Hillgrove. Ann snapped at me ‘and have you completed the MSc in dyslexia?’ I explained that no I hadn’t, but I had completed some of the SEN modules on the MEd and I had never told anyone that I had completed specialist dyslexia training, presuming that I was being accused of misrepresenting my experience. Cook walked off in silence, with a distinctly frosty aura.

I wondered for ages what is was that had riled Anne Cook that day. I can’t be sure, but I am wondering whether Anne Cook was angered to have come up against evidence of her failure. There she was, Bangor University’s dyslexia expert, yet Hillgrove School was full of kids with dyslexia who’s parents had withdrawn them from the local state schools in despair. The state schools which were providing the training for the student teachers at Bangor University and the subject material for that centre of excellence re dyslexia that was the School of Psychology. The reason why the dyslexic kids coped better at Hillgrove was really very, very simple. There were eight or so kids in the class, so the teacher had much more time to address whatever difficulties the children had. It is not rocket science, this is quietly acknowledged by nearly all teachers and it is often the main reason why parents who’s children encounter difficulties with academic work send them to a private school. If kids are bright and happy and have no problems, they are fine in a class of 30. They are not if they have problems learning.

Whatever expertise Baron-Cohen et al believe that they have, it is not being felt by huge numbers of children with dyslexia in many state schools. Few people will admit that and no-one will admit the rotten roots from which the dyslexia experts have arisen: Dafydd et al in north Wales and Lord Brian Flowers et al in the University of London. See previous posts.

 

Before Professor Simon Baron-Cohen became Mr Big in dyslexia, another name one would hear a great deal about in dyslexia circles was that of Dr Margaret Newton, who worked in the Dept of Psychology at Aston University. Tim Miles was a big pal of Margaret Newton. In the 1970s, Bangor and Aston were the only universities carrying out any research into dyslexia and even in the 1980s, Bangor and Aston led the field. London University didn’t get a look in. Brown knew Margaret Newton, she taught him when he was an undergrad. She was a little old lady who rode a massive motorbike and like Tim Miles, she endeared herself to many people. Like the endearing Tim, the endearing Margaret worked alongside some very unpleasant people.

There was Professor Elwyn Edwards for a start, who invited male freshers to his room for a welcome drink, only to greet them dressed in nought but a silk dressing gown and would then try and seduce them (see post ‘A Vintage Crop’). Above Elwyn Edwards, at the top of Aston University, there was Thatch’s favourite VC, Sir Freddie Crawford, who was as corrupt as they come and had a criminal son who relied upon his dad to get him out of trouble. Crawford junior was found dead in an hotel in Israel, allegedly from a drugs overdose, but that was one of the ways that witnesses to the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the Westminster Paedophile Ring tended to go. Then there was Aston’s student doctor, the dreadful Philip Cauthery, who doubled up as a sex therapist, was on the Editorial Board of ‘Forum’ magazine when the small ads were colonised by paedophiles and presided over the highest student suicide rate of any UK university. See previous posts for details on Philip Cauthery, who like Dafydd, was protected from scandal as a result of being a Top Doc.

Freddie Crawford was subsequently appointed Chair of the Criminal Cases Review Commission, which caused a huge row because Crawford was an active Freemason. Freddie Crawford was a big name in Birmingham civic life, which at the same was highly corrupt, partly as a result of the West Midlands Serious Crime Squad. A trafficking gang linked to Dafydd’s also operated in the West Midlands and many kids from the region were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass reigned supreme over the NHS in Birmingham and he was subsequently joined by Tony Francis’s mate Professor Ian Brockington (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’).

I have no idea how much Margaret Newton knew about the serious crime swirling around her, but with Sir Charles Evans and then Professor Eric Sunderland at Bangor along with Fungus and Dafydd and then Freddie Crawford at Aston, nothing will have been clean. I’d be interested to know how Lord Brian Flowers wangled things to ensure that London University was able to start touting itself around as being a centre of excellence in dyslexia.

London University: I know that you’re all big and posh and grand but perhaps you could drop me a line and let me know exactly what the deal was between the Gov’t and the Universities of London, Bangor and Aston re the whistleblowing students from UCNW and Aston who in the 1980s tripped over the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Thanks London!

 

I used to know someone who kept getting my name wrong and calling me Sally Butler. She explained that she kept making this mistake because she knew that my name was the name of one of the Education Acts, either the Baker Act or the Butler Act, but she couldn’t remember which one.

Altogether now, from assorted politicians and people in various universities who take themselves rather more seriously than they deserve to be taken:

I ‘Ate You Baker

I Hate You Butler

 

 

An article in ‘The Guardian’ dated 13 Jan 2000, published the week after the ‘six hours’ of ‘medical tests’ which were performed on Pinochet at the Northwick Park Hospital in order to determine his fitness to stand trial, stated that Andrew Lees is a fluent Spanish speaker and that the tests were conducted in Spanish, ‘Pinochet’s native tongue’.

Lees’s status as a medical adviser to the British Boxing Board of Control is mentioned in ‘The Guardian’ article. In which case Lees might like to explain why the BMA mysteriously dropped their opposition to boxing, which in the late 1980s they were determined to outlaw; Dr John Marks, the then President of the BMA really had the bit between his teeth on that matter. The BMA won just about every battle with every Gov’t, but they didn’t win that one. We haven’t heard anything about the dangers of boxing from the BMA for a very, very long time now and boxing is now being advertised as a healthy past-time for young men in danger of going off the rails and even as Empowering for young women. The medical evidence with regard to boxing isn’t in any way controversial; being repeatedly hit on the head is not a good idea and if you’re really unlucky, you can die after one punch, which is still on occasions happening in boxing matches.

So then BMA, what shut you up? Er – perhaps Andrew Lees’s knowledge of the slurry pit which was Dafydd and the gang, which became deeper and deeper and deeper and with which you are intimately involved? It can’t have been the favour that Andrew Lees did for Blair’s Gov’t regarding Pinochet because you’d gone silent with regard to the dangers involved in boxing before then.

 

‘The Guardian’ told us that Maria Wyke was also a fluent Spanish-speaker and ‘specialises in studying brain behaviour relationships… in evaluating and treating people thought to have something wrong with their nervous system.’

Press reports from 2000 stated that Maria Wyke worked at the Devonshire Hospital, London. I don’t think there is a Devonshire Hospital, London, but there is a Devonshire Unit, which is a huge wing of The London Clinic. I assume that is what the press reports are referring to. The London Clinic in which Pinochet was placed under arrest, after arriving there for his back surgery…

The Top Docs can cater to one’s every need when they feel so inclined.

 

It is obvious that these Top Docs of ‘outstanding national and international reputation’ as Jack Straw described them got it completely wrong with regard to their assessment of Pinochet, which can only mean that their tests do not work, or they were seriously incompetent or they knowingly produced misleading reports.

The additional report by Dr Maria Wyke caused particular controversy, as her work was criticised in detail in July 2000 in a report written by Dr Nimisha Patel, Head of Clinical Psychology at the London-based Medical Foundation for the Care of Victims of Torture.

 

I was so busy blogging yesterday that I didn’t have time to dig out the names of the Top Doctors who provided the reports on Pinochet, a helpful reader e mailed me the names last night. However, he told me that he couldn’t find the name of the Top Doc who carried out the operation on Pinochet’s back anywhere. Pinochet was placed under house arrest at The London Hospital within days of his arrival there. Pinochet was not a man to go unprepared, he arrived in London with armed bodyguards, who were with him in The London Clinic. Pinochet will have known that the Spanish authorities wanted to put him on trial and were in hot pursuit of an extradition order. So it was certainly convenient that The London Clinic had a Spanish speaking neuropsychologist – Maria Wyke – available to provide an additional report on Pinochet.

Did Pinochet actually have any surgery on his back at The London Clinic? Is it possible that The London Clinic knew that the General might need a helpful neuropsychological medical assessment conducted by an expert fluent in his native tongue – you can’t argue with that! – before he arrived at the clinic with his lumbago? If General Pinochet had tried to claim social security on the basis of that bad back of his, he’d have been accused of swinging the lead.

 

I, Daniel Blake:

 

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Augusto Pinochet’s regime was responsible for various human rights abuses during its reign, including murder and torture of political opponents. According to a Gov’t commission report that included testimony from more than 30,000 people, Pinochet’s Gov’t killed at least 3,197 people and tortured about 29,000. Two-thirds of the cases listed in the report happened in 1973.

Professor Clive Foss estimates that 1,500–2,000 Chileans were killed or ‘disappeared’ during the Pinochet regime. In October 1979, the ‘New York Times’ reported that Amnesty had documented the disappearance of approximately 1,500 Chileans since 1973.  Among the killed and disappeared during the military regime were at least 663 Marxist MIR guerrillas. The Manuel Rodríguez Patriotic Front, however, has stated that only 49 FPMR guerrillas were killed but hundreds detained and tortured. According to a study in Latin American Perspectives, at least 200,000 Chileans (about 2% of Chile’s 1973 population) were forced to go into exile. Additionally, hundreds of thousands left the country in the wake of the economic crises that followed the military coup during the 1970s and 1980s. Some of the key individuals who fled because of political persecution were followed in their exile by the DINA secret police, in the framework of Operation Condor, which linked South American military dictatorships together against political opponents.

According to Peter Kornbluh in ‘The Pinochet File’ “routine sadism was taken to extremes” in the prison camps. The rape of women was common, including sexual torture such as the insertion of rats into genitals and “unnatural acts involving dogs.” Detainees were forcibly immersed in vats of urine and excrement, and were occasionally forced to ingest it. Beatings with gun butts, fists and chains were routine; one technique known as “the telephone” involved the torturer slamming “his open hands hard and rhythmically against the ears of the victim,” leaving the person deaf. At Villa Grimaldi, prisoners were dragged into the parking lot and had the bones in their legs crushed as they were run over with trucks. Some died from torture; prisoners were beaten with chains and left to die from internal injuries. Following abuse and execution, corpses were interred in secret graves, dropped into rivers or the ocean, or just dumped on urban streets in the night. The body of the renowned Chilean singer, theatre director and academic Victor Jara was found in a dirty canal “with his hands and face extremely disfigured” and with “forty-four bullet holes.”

The practice of murdering political opponents via “death flights”, employed by the juntas of Argentina and Chile, has been the subject of numerous alt-right internet memes, with the suggestion that political enemies be given “free helicopter rides.” In 2001, Chilean President Ricardo Lagos informed the nation that during Pinochet’s reign, 120 bodies had been tossed from helicopters into “the ocean, the lakes and the rivers of Chile”.

 

Margaret Thatcher’s friend. Treated to tea on the Commons terrace. Given the best treatment that the British medical establishment could rustle up which also got him off torture and murder charges :

 

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Now for more background on someone else introduced to readers of this blog in my last post ‘More Dogs That Did Not Bark’, Karl Davies, the Plaid activist who at one point worked for BBC Wales and sent me inadequate replies to my letters to the BBC. I mentioned that I remembered reading that Karl had stood as a Plaid candidate in north Wales in an election back in the 1980s. I have discovered that Karl stood for Plaid in Clwyd North West in the 1987 General Election, on the 11 June. That was the General Election in which everything was up for grabs and the dirty tactics were even dirtier than usual. The Windbag really thought that he was in with a chance and he was out and about in Llandudno and on Anglesey with Mrs Windbag, where he did actually kiss babies and children. Plaid got their hopes up as ever and wanted a good showing across Wales rather than just in their traditional stronghold of the north and the west. After all the effort and everyone keeping quiet about the paedophile gang in north Wales, Thatch romped home.

Documents in my possession show that before that election, Dafydd et al had very carefully planned to get me up to north Wales (I was living in Leicester at the time) a few days after the election, where once I was there, I would be fitted up for a serious offence and imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre. I have evidence that Risley Remand Centre and the Mental Health Act Commission were colluding. It went pear-shaped when a nursing officer didn’t tell as many lies as he was required to do so and by the refusal of Sgt Morgan at Bangor Police Station to play ball. See eg. posts ‘Workers’ Play Time’ and ‘Security, Security’. The nursing officer’s wife later died in the care of Ysbyty Gwynedd at the age of 40 years or so and he subsequently went into hiding after receiving death threats. Sgt Morgan was found guilty of indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in Bangor Police Station and was sacked. The nursing officer who found himself been bitten by the hand of the paedophile gang whom he had politely ignored if not actually fed, seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty immediately after Sgt Morgan was charged, long before his trial.

Alun Davies, the NHS manager at Ysbyty Gwynedd, had previously bellowed down the phone at me ‘we’ll be putting in a complaint about him’ after I reminded Davies that Sgt Morgan had admitted that ‘they’re all conspiring against you up there’.

 

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Karl Davies polled the least votes out of the four candidates who stood in Clwyd North West in June 1987. Sir Anthony Meyer, the sitting Tory MP held the seat.

Clwyd North West was a very fraught constituency. It covered an area which was/is a paedophiles’ friends’ stronghold and included part of the Colwyn Bay area, which as I have previously described is a favourite location for the higher paid paedophiles’ friends to reside, as well as many police officers, due to the HQ of the North Wales Police being sited there. Dafydd’s umbrella Professor Robert Owen lived at Colwyn Bay (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’), as does the former Chief Executive of Gwynedd County Council, Huw Vaughan Thomas (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing’) and his wife Enid Rowlands (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scandals’) and many, many more. Gwynfa Unit, the children’s mental health unit where children were raped, buggered and beaten, was sited at Colwyn Bay and the Angel who ran the Unit, a former Denbigh Angel called Nigel Mannering Berry, lived at Colwyn Bay and in later life was the Director of Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall. Dr Barry Kiehn, the Top Doctor who was attached to the Gwynfa Unit, also lives in Colwyn Bay. See post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’.

In 1983, a civil war broke out in Clwyd West when that bestest of paedophiles’ friends, former Denbighshire social worker and Tory MEP Beata Brookes, did dreadful things in an attempt to become the Tory candidate for Clwyd North West (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’). Sir Anthony, the sitting Tory MP for Clwyd North West, did battle and prevented the corrupt old cow from achieving her ambition, for which we should be forever grateful. Sir Anthony then memorably stood as the stalking horse in a leadership challenge against Thatch in 1987. Sir Anthony was widely ridiculed but it was this action which resulted in Thatch facing a stronger leadership challenge and being ousted in Nov 1990. I very much suspect that Sir Anthony took the view that this really was too much, corrupt fucking police officers trying to fit up the target of a trafficking gang and then stitching up the police officer who protected her. How do I know that Sir Anthony knew about it? Because MI5 had my phone bugged, they’d wired up the hospitals, the police stations etc etc as I have previously described and they knew what was happening to me in 1987.

The security services knew exactly what was going on and it was getting very, very out of hand. Sir Anthony was the sort of old upper crust gent who would have had links with the security services.

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MI5: Thatch was subsequently deposed. Many thanks. She was replaced by John Major, who concealed exactly the same trafficking ring, using the same Ministers and the same infrastructure – the Top Doctors and the welfare services. What you did not do was warn Brown, me or any other targets.

On 18 Nov 1987, a fireball at King’s Cross Station killed 31 people. I was due to be travelling through there at the time of the fire, but I was delayed. Since beginning this blog, I have been told that the King’s Cross Fire was supposed to kill me.

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MI5 shouldn’t have replaced the Gov’t, they should have obliterated the medical establishment. I and my friends had the evidence which would have allowed them to do that, but they stood by while we all had our lives and careers destroyed.

 

On 9 April 1992, the General Election was held. Once more, the Windbag got his hopes up.

 

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John Major was returned as PM and Rod Richards was elected as the Tory MP for Clwyd North West. Rod Richards is one of those who later admitted that Thatcher knew that Sir Peter Morrison was molesting children.

Peter Morrison stood down at the 1992 General Election.

Some two weeks after the 1992 General Election, a firebomb was thrown into a building in Brighton where a party was underway, to which a number of witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had been invited. Five people died. See post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’. The man who was alleged to have started the fire was killed when he was hit by a lorry a few days later. A number of other party-goers were found dead in the following years.

The year 1992 saw a flurry of peerages handed out to paedophiles’ friends. Dr Death was one of the lucky winners.

 

To return to Karl Davies, who wanted to enter the fray in Clwyd North West in 1987. Karl Davies was brought up in Abergele, just down the road from Colwyn Bay. North Wales was entertained when back in the 1990s, Abergele was named in the media as being somewhere with a vigorous swinging scene. Dafydd owned a house just down the road in Prestatyn. What did Dafydd do in that house? He held clinics of course. Very odd clinics, because from what I heard when I listened into one of those clinics, there was loud music being played, drinks were being dispensed and there was much noise and raucous laughter. That house was in very bad nick as well, it wasn’t maintained and if I had turned up there for a clinic, I would have left immediately. However, the house was a substantial size and would have been just right if one wanted to hold a party without anyone complaining or indeed even watching what was going on.

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Karl Davies studied law and history at Aberystwyth University, alongside so many who found work with the corrupt lawyers of north Wales. After failing to become the Plaid MP for Clwyd North West, between 1990 and 1993, Karl worked as Parliamentary Editor for BBC Wales, responsible for producing two weekly television programmes and organising all political news coverage for BBC Wales. So Karl was in that post during the 1991-93 North Wales Police investigation into the possible paedophile ring, which drew a complete blank. No evidence found of any such thing. Neither did any of the chaos and craziness which surrounded Dafydd et al ever find its way onto BBC Wales or indeed any part of the BBC.

Karl had worked for the BBC prior to 1990, but I’m not sure when; he had produced the BBC Radio Cymru programme ‘Heddiw’.

In 1993, Karl became Chief Executive of Plaid, remaining in post until 2002. In May 2002, Karl’s career took a new direction. The enthusiastic Plaid activist who had even stood for Parliament, took up the post of Director of the Welsh branch of the NAHT (National Association of Head Teachers).

In 2002, I was forced out of my teaching job after Keith Fearns, the leader of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, paid a visit to the Headmaster of Hillgrove School and told him that I was a dangerous nutter who ‘carries knives in her handbag’. I didn’t have a handbag at the time, with knives or anything else in it. The Headmaster told Fearns that he had never had any concerns about me, whereupon Fearns left. Over the next few days, the Headmaster and his wife received numerous telephone calls from the parents of children, who had been told that one of the teachers was a dangerous loony. The person who had told them this was another parent, who was employed as a psychiatrist at the Hergest Unit. I told Hillgrove that I’d stand down to save them any more grief. It wasn’t sufficient, the paedophile gang carried out a further attack on Hillgrove School, which caused very much more trouble than Fearns’s lies about me had (see previous posts).

I will be blogging more about this soon, but at this stage I’ll make the following observations now that Hillgrove has closed, although I won’t provide full details of events, because I do not want the former pupils to be identified. At Hillgrove, there were two children of social workers whom it was believed were being sexually abused at home. One of those children, some five years later, as a teenager, carried out a serious sexual assault on a little girl. A Hergest Unit assessment maintained that he posed no risk. There was one child of a Top Doc at Ysbyty Gwynedd who was being sexually abused by a relative. There were two children of police officers who were known to be subjected to serious physical violence at home. There were two children who’s parents were known to be involved with serious crime, mainly drug dealing and one of the children told me that he had been threatened with a gun by his mum’s boyfriend. There was one child who’s mother was a sex worker. She is now employed as an Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd. I don’t know how, because although she began training as an Angel years ago in Derbyshire, I’m fairly sure that she didn’t qualify.

None of these serious child protection issues were ever reported. Hillgrove School knew exactly what would have come their way if they had ever pointed a finger at a Top Doctor, a social worker or a police officer. I would not be surprised if these abusive criminal parents in professional positions were used as a stick to beat Hillgrove with when they employed me.

Now, the other staff at Hillgrove. One was the wife of Peter Field, the former Head of the School of English at Bangor University. Peter Field worked at Bangor University when the paedophiles’ friends ran the institution and he knew all about them. He also knew that Dave Nunn, one of his colleagues, had been destroyed by the gang after a period of illness. I knew Dave from the Hergest Unit. Dave disappeared from north Wales a few weeks after reading the laughable affidavit concerning my alleged crimes that Dafydd swore into Liverpool High Court at the end of 1994 and telling the Top Doctors, including some Top Doctors from outside of north Wales who were requested to section him but refused, what was in that affidavit. See previous posts. Another Hillgrove teacher was Sally Atkinson, who’s father was John Webster, who had been a lecturer at Bangor Normal College, at the hub of the paedophiles’ friends. Sally Atkinson had regular socials with Gwynedd social workers, including Judith and Macolm Stammers, who had worked with Dafydd at Denbigh and with everyone at the Hergest Unit. Sally Atkinson waxed lyrical about how Hillgrove School was failing to adhere to child protection procedures. So were Sally Atkinson and all her mates in the trafficking gang… Another teacher had been the neighbour of one of Dafydd’s victims when they had both lived near Bethesda back in the 1980s and she knew about much of the wrongdoing involved in his arrest and imprisonment. Another teacher was the neighbour of Adrian and Alison Bell, two retired members of staff of the Plant Biology Dept at Bangor University who, like Peter Field, knew all about the trafficking gang. Adrian was one of those who simply ignored me when I told him that Brown was receiving death threats. Adrian also ignored the pleas for help from two other students whom he knew were being targeted by the gang and were being seriously harassed by the Drug Squad. Another teacher at Hillgrove was married to someone who worked at the Hergest Unit and knew how badly the patients were treated.

I was not the only teacher at Hillgrove who was targeted by the gang. I was friends with another teacher who was living with a violent man and this was known; she was sporting bruises. He threatened to kill her if she tried to leave. I knew her well and she was very frightened. One day, she summed up the courage and told him that she was off. He contacted Hillgrove School and told them that she was a drug addict. Her GP confirmed this. She was sacked. The drugs to which she was addicted were benzodiazepines, which had been prescribed by the GP who knew that she was living with a man of whom she was terrified. They lived in Llandudno – Dafydd’s territory.

There is very much more that I could say regarding the criminal methods used by the low-life employed as Top Docs, Angels, social workers and police officers who caused such chaos in order to force me out of my job at Hillgrove, but I am not going to compromise other targets and victims.

There was another Hillgrove parent of two of my former pupils whom I need to mention. She used to work as an Angel in Denbigh and she staffed Bryn Golau Ward when I was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd in the winter of 1986/87. She was one of the nicer nurses and she spent time telling me of at least some of the laws which Dafydd had broken. The documents in my possession are covered in her protests regarding what was happening to me; she recorded it all and provided full details of the laws which were broken, the ‘deal’ that Dafydd struck with Superintendent Roberts at Bangor Police Station to have me wrongly arrested and illegally imprisoned and of how Dr Neil Davies was also part of it. Her children had no idea that I had known their mum before they were born. Her daughter did tell me that long ago her mum worked at a ‘terrible, terrible hospital in Denbigh’ and that she left because it was so bad.

That nurse is now dead. She was taken ill very suddenly, at about 40 yrs old and died in the care of Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. She died just a few weeks after I was forced out of my job at Hillgrove.

Wendy Gough-Hughes – another witness who is now dead. All the patients who were in Bryn Golau Ward with me are dead and so is the one honest Angel who dared raise concerns about what was happening.

Dafydd and Fearns, you have a great deal of explaining to do.

 

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Back to Karl Davies!

Upon being appointed as Director of NAHT in Wales, Karl stated that he had only ever intended to stay with Plaid Cymru in the short term: ‘I don’t see myself as moving out of the political process: I will be involved in politics in a different way. It might be more satisfying: being involved intensively in one area’. Karl stated that education ‘is the most important political field in Wales at the moment. And Jane Davidson, Assembly Minister for Education and Lifelong Learning, is keen to work with unions to develop a Welsh agenda’.

Jane Davidson is from Birmingham and has a background in education herself. When she was Minister for Education, Jane found herself in the middle of a scandal after it was realised that Jane had authorised the transfer of £2 million from ELWA,  a ‘learning and training organisation’, which slipped through ELWAs hands into the hands of another company who could not explain where the dosh had gone. Neither had Gov’t accounting procedures been followed and other irregularities had not been disclosed when requested.

The Chair of ELWA at the time was Enid Rowlands. Enid is a ‘proud north Waleian’ who refused to relocate to south Wales when appointed as Chair of ELWA, nearly all of whose staff were in south Wales. Enid is married to Huw Vaughan Thomas, who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when the paedophile gang were busy within. Huw was then appointed as Auditor General for Wales, after the previous Auditor General for Wales, Jeremy Colman, was imprisoned for the possession of child porn.

It gets better.

After the £2 million fiasco and the redundancy of nearly 100 staff, Enid refused to resign as Chair of ELWA. An interim Chief Exec had been appointed – Dr Peter Higson. Higson was an Executive Director of the North Wales Health Authority when one Enid Rowlands was the Chair. Enid Rowlands is the former Chair of Victim Support; served on the GMC for 8 years; has served as a member of the North Wales Police Authority, as a member of the S4C Authority and has been/is a member of the BUPA Council. Enid is the former Chair of Education and Skills Wales, which was responsible for all post-16 education and training in Wales outside HE.

The icing on the cake is that Enid was and might still be the Chair of the Solicitors’ Regulation Authority.

Enid has a degree in psychology. What’s the betting that degree was undertaken in the Dept of Psychology at Bangor, under the watchful eye of dear old Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends?

After ELWA imploded, Dr Peter Higson bagged himself a new job, as Chief Exec of the newly created HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales). After some nine years at the helm, Higson left HIW, to become Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. Higson’s early career had been as a clinical psychologist in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and then as the manager of that institution, while Dafydd kept the victims of the trafficking gang in the dungeon out there. HIW was declared as not being fit for purpose immediately after Higson departed.

See post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ for more information on the putrid network of this little bunch.

 

 

To return to Karl Davies. When joining NAHT as Director, Karl explained: ‘Coming from politics, I would be in a good position to assist NAHT in their reaction to policies and in the lead they give to change in Wales’.

No-one seems to have mentioned the words ‘conflict of interest’ to Karl, but then no-one mentioned them to Peter Higson and Enid Rowlands either. They are not words that one hears as often as one should, particularly in north Wales. Indeed, Karl’s huge conflict of interest was positively embraced by his new employers: ‘I chose Karl Davies because he has enormous experience at putting over a message, both through the media and through politics,’ said David Hart, General Secretary of the NAHT. (I do not know if this David Hart is the mad right wing figure who used to lurk in the shadows and advise Thatcher.) ‘He has substantial political connections, with a particularly Welsh dimension. His Plaid Cymru background will enable him to make effective representation at the Assembly level.’

Neither had Karl long left his political ambitions behind. Karl had stood for selection as the Plaid Parliamentary candidate for Ynys Mon (Anglesey) at the previous General Election, ie. 2001. Ynys Mon was won that year by Albert Owen, the Labour candidate.

There was a little local difficulty in terms of education on Ynys Mon at the time, in the form of Holyhead School. It was in meltdown, as a consequence of the gross incompetence of the Head, Margaret Chantrell and her fuckwit of a Deputy, Gerald Hewitson. I undertook one of my teacher training placements at Holyhead School in 2001 and had nothing but aggro from Gill Dennis, the students’ mentor and Hewitson, the ‘senior mentor’. I was not alone – Dennis and Hewitson maintained that all the trainee teachers but one were so terrible that we should all be failed. They worked particularly hard to fail one student within days of him arriving. We never worked out what it was that he was supposed to have done that was so terrible, but Dennis told us all how much she hated him within days of our arrival. Dennis claimed that he was ‘unprofessional’. Er, OK Dennis, pots and kettles come to mind. Hewitson’s golden good-bye to one student teacher was to sexually harass her on her last day. Bangor University received constant representation from student teachers at Holyhead School regarding unfair practice on their placements.

The parents of Holyhead were not happy with Chantrell either. The train into Bangor in the morning was full of kids who’s parents had refused to send them to Holyhead School. Chantrell and Hewitson’s response to this was to berate the citizens of Holyhead for ‘not supporting’ them. I witnessed the way in which Hewitson spoke to the children’s parents and he spoke to them in exactly the same way as he spoke to their kids – very rudely.

On the last day of my placement, Gill Dennis told me that she hated Holyhead School and only volunteered to be a mentor for the student teachers in order to elicit a glowing reference from Hewitson, to enable her to find a job at another school.

Gill Dennis was pretty much a one-off among the classroom teachers at Holyhead, most of them were very nice and very friendly. The school was only in bits because of the senior managers. The staff had no confidence in Chantrell and Hewitson and Chantrell was hardly ever in the school anyway. She spent most of her time ingratiating herself to the officials in the Welsh Assembly because she wanted a job there. Presumably Chantrell was on good terms with Jane Davidson.

Chantrell did not get her job in the Assembly and she disappeared from Holyhead School after it could no longer be denied that she was the problem and the number of children at the school fell by half as hundreds and hundreds of them were withdrawn by their parents.

For more details of the mismanagement of Holyhead School, see previous posts.

As for all those ‘unsuitable’ student teachers whom Holyhead School demanded that Bangor University should fail, they all went on to teach without doing anything dreadful, although of course I faced serious allegations from the paedophile gang within a year of qualifying. Most of the people whom I did teacher training with at Bangor did leave teaching within a few years, because teaching is basically in a mess. Many of them moved into jobs with universities. I only know of one of my peers who came unstuck. He didn’t undertake a placement at Holyhead and he was never flagged up as being a cause for concern while he was a student. This young man bagged a job at at school near Colwyn Bay and was later obliged to resign after a sexual relationship with a sixth former, but I don’t know the details. That young man was offered his job after I was shortlisted for the same job. I have been recently told that I didn’t get that job because just before the interview, the school received a phone call warning them that they had a dangerous nutter sitting in the interview room…

 

Karl Davies knows the man who was the Plaid Parliamentary candidate for Ynys Mon at the 2005 General Election, Eurig Wyn. Eurig didn’t win the seat, the Labour MP Albert Owen retained it. However, Eurig Wyn was an old hand at politics, he had served as the Plaid MEP for north Wales, 1999-04. So Eurig was in that seat at the time of the publication of the Waterhouse Report and its aftermath. One would have thought that having previously worked as journalist for the BBC, Eurig Wyn might have had a few thoughts on the Waterhouse Inquiry…Prior to his selection as the Plaid candidate in 2005, Eurig Wyn had spent about a year building up a profile in Ynys Mon; the seat was one of Plaid’s target seats for 2005, but Labour held on.

Eurig was the region’s MEP when Holyhead School was sinking like a stone. He didn’t say a word, but then neither did Albert Owen. Instead Albert was happy to provide a bit of PR for Holyhead School, he proudly told everyone that he was an old boy. Holyhead School has hosted a bigger star than Albert in the dim and distant past though – Baroness Windbag is a former old pupil of Holyhead!

Glenys, that school and indeed the residents of Holyhead could have really done with your help at the time. The Baroness must have had her hands full with other duties. What was she busy with precisely? Well, between 1999-09, Glenys was an MEP for Wales! Prior to that, Glenys had been the MEP for South Wales East, 1994-99. Little wonder she missed the Waterhouse Inquiry into child abuse on her home patch, although she could have always have asked the Windbag’s mate Tony Francis if he knew anything about it all. Ooh – the child molester George Thomas had spent decades as a Labour MP in south Wales, the Windbags knew him very well… South Wales also hosted Ron Davies who has some interesting past-times. Ron was still a Labour MP and indeed Secretary of State for Wales when Glenys was an MEP for South Wales East.

Glenys might have noticed something else on her home patch of south Wales at the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry though. The huge scandal involving John Owen, a drama teacher at Ysgol Gyfun Rhydfelen in Pontypridd. Owen was a big name in Welsh language children’s writing and drama for young people and wrote/directed the S4C teenagers series ‘Pam Fi Duw’ (Why Me God). John Owen had been sexually abusing his pupils and it transpired young people in theatres, music festivals etc as well for decades. There had been serious complaints about him at least as far back as the early 1980s and Mid-Glamorgan County Council, the WJEC exam board and of course Ysgol Rhydfelen, had ignored or concealed every one of them. Ron Davies had been employed as an education adviser by Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority while John Owen worked at the school.

John Owen was finally arrested and charged and he killed himself – at least it was presumed that he had died by his own hand – just before his trial in Oct 2001. After his death, as more and more former pupils and their parents came forward, all those people who had stood by John Owen swearing that he was innocent admitted gradually that yes, er, we did know. Including his girlfriend. After John Owen was charged, HTV continued working with his material. Menna Richards, a senior exec with BBC Wales, was one of many who attended Owen’s funeral.

I do not think for one second that John Owen’s friends and colleagues should have abandoned him and demanded that he be buried in unconsecrated ground. But they did know what he was doing, they lied their arses off and told the kids who were trying to escape his attentions that they were the liars.

For the full story on John Owen, see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’.

 

After Karl’s change of career in 2002 and his burning ambition to become Director of the NAHT in Wales, what with him realising how important education was in Wales, people must have been a little surprised when in 2003 Karl was up and off again, after having found himself a new job! On 1 August 2003 the BBC issued a press release stating that Karl had been appointed as the Secretary for BBC Wales. As the mad mother in the horror film ‘Carrie’ said ‘the Devil has returned to his own…’

Here’s what the BBC said:

BBC Wales has named Karl Davies, Director of the National Association of Head Teachers in Wales, as its new Secretary.

The new post – which involves leading the accountability process for BBC Wales and supporting the Broadcasting Council for Wales – is key to the success of BBC Wales in fulfilling its obligations to viewers and listeners.

For Karl, who spent nine years as Plaid Cymru’s Chief Executive, it is a return to his roots.

He spent three years as Parliamentary Editor for BBC Wales from 1990 to 1993, responsible for producing two weekly television programmes and organising all political news coverage for BBC Wales, and previously produced the BBC Radio Cymru programme Heddiw.

Brought up in Abergele, he studied law and history at University of Wales, Aberystwyth, and in the 1980s stood as a parliamentary candidate in Clwyd North West.

Karl is delighted to return to BBC Wales.

“I worked there for four years and it was one of the happiest periods of my life,” he said.

“It’s an organisation in which I believe very strongly and I’m glad to be coming back and contributing at a particularly exciting time.

“The BBC, of all organisations, is the one that has risen to the challenge of devolution in the widest sense, and it’s an exciting time to be involved.”

Professor Merfyn Jones, the BBC’s National Governor for Wales who chairs the Broadcasting Council for Wales, said: “I am delighted to welcome Karl Davies back to BBC Wales.

“He has all the skills that this very demanding job as The Secretary requires and I look forward to working with him in this rapidly changing world of broadcasting.”

And BBC Wales Controller Menna Richards said she was pleased to be welcoming Karl to the team.

“Karl’s vast experience in the many institutions of Welsh public life has equipped him with the qualities needed to lead our accountability process in this period of change, with the establishment of the new media regulator Ofcom and our first steps in the formal process of reviewing the BBC’s Royal Charter,” she said.

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What was I doing by the time that Karl decided that the BBC were in need of his talents once more and that he remembered how happy he was when he had worked there all those years ago, before he tried to enter Parliament and then gave up politics and decided that it was the arena of education for him? I had by then begun a PhD at Bangor University, the institution of which Merfyn Jones was then VC. I had left teaching after the paedophiles’ friends caused havoc and tried to have me struck off the teaching register. That hadn’t actually happened, because a junior Gov’t Minister had cleared my name. That Minister was a friend of Merfyn’s.

Karl, how ever is it that wherever I went, there, high above me in the superstructure, was you? I suspect that Merfyn might have asked himself the same question. Indeed, before I knew anything about Karl Davies, one of my colleagues at Bangor University who was under fire from the paedophiles’ friends himself noticed the aggro that Merfyn was getting and said to me ‘have you noticed how Merfyn always seems to be surrounded by these very difficult people wherever he goes?’ The same man later cited Karl as being one of those very difficult people….

I notice that in the small print, on the BBC press release, there are the words ‘printable version’. Would someone like to send me the unprintable version of the press release when it was realised that Karl fucking Davies was back?

 

After Ron Davies finally had to bow out of the Labour Party following the Moment of Madness on Clapham Common and then that business of Looking For Badgers, he joined Plaid. See post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’.

 

Karl Davies was succeeded as Chief Executive of Plaid by Dr Dafydd Trystan Davies, who was Chief Exec, 2002-07. Dafydd Trystan Davies is a Welsh academic and politician and since 2013 has been Chair of Plaid. Dafydd Trystan Davies was born in Aberdare and now lives in Grangetown, Cardiff. He went to school at Ysgol Rhydfelen and was there when John Owen worked there and was abusing his pupils. Dafydd then went onto Aberystwyth University, gaining a doctorate for his work on Globalisation and the Welsh economy.

Dafydd Trystan Davies was Plaid’s Parliamentary candidate for the Cynon Valley at the 2010 General Election and was the Party’s candidate for the Welsh Assembly for the same constituency the following year. In July 2013 he was selected as Plaid’s Welsh Assembly candidate for the Cardiff South and Penarth seat, for the elections which took place in 2016.

I’m fairly sure that Merfyn has now stepped down from all public positions and has retired. What will Karl and Dafydd Trystan do with themselves??? Someone asked me last year if I knew where Merfyn was now living and I said that I didn’t. He’s probably gone to the fucking moon to get away from this lot.
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One more snippet. My post ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’ described the Graduation Ceremony of Dysfunction that took place at Bangor University after Merfyn had stepped down as VC. I mentioned that Sir Simon Jenkins was the guest of honour that year. Sir Simon did of course double up as the Chairman of the National Trust for many years. Previous posts have described the numerous links that very senior figures in the National Trust had with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. Lucille Hughes took up voluntary work in her old age. Lucille volunteers with the National Trust at Penrhyn Castle near Bangor, which back in the 1980s employed all those victims of the paedophile gang in minimum wage, summer time jobs (see post ‘That’s Entertainment’)…

Sir Simon Jenkins is best known as that towering figure of journalism, a former Editor of ‘The Times’. Sir Simon owns a second home (although there are allegations that it may be his third home) at Aberdyfi in Gwynedd.

 

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R.I.P. Fenella Fielding

Yesterday many media outlets provided obituaries of the actress Fenella Fielding, who recently died at the age of 90.

 

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Fenella Fielding is best remembered for starring as Valeria, the camp vamp in ‘Carry On Screaming’, alongside the dysfunctional regulars of the Carry On films – the foibles of the Carry On actors were not made public when those films were made – but Fielding was in fact a serious actress.

The BBC told us that ‘Fenella Fielding survived a violent upbringing to play Ibsen, Shakespeare and Euripides on stage. As an artist, her sheer versatility captivated both Federico Fellini and Noel Coward. This was a woman of wit and wisdom who kept a copy of Plato beside the bed.’

After ‘Carry On Screaming’, Fielding turned down all future Carry On work but the die was cast. In the public mind, she was the quintessential 60s femme fatale, delivering double entendres with lashings of false innocence. Her career slowly drifted into obscurity almost as soon as she uttered her most immortal line.

Fenella Marion Feldman was born in Hackney in 1927, the youngest child of a Romanian mother and a Lithuanian father. The relationship with her parents was never easy, often strained and occasionally violent. As a toddler, she seemed to speak in gibberish. Her mother and father worried she was failing to develop normal language skills until they chanced upon her in animated conversation with a doll. ‘I suppose,’ Fenella later wrote, ‘I just didn’t want to speak to my parents.’

The young Fenella took ballet lessons and gave her youthful talent for comedy free rein in the annual end of year show – once memorably cavorting around the stage to the tune of Nobody Loves A Fairy When She’s Forty. Other mums and dads, she bitterly noted, showered their children with fresh flowers after each performance; her own parents merely offered up the same basket of artificial blooms, year after year.

As she entered her teens, Fenella’s life at home became darker. Her father – who could be charming in public – was a ‘street angel, house devil’, she recalled who ‘used to knock me about with his fists’. To make matters worse, her mother would actually ‘egg him on’. Fenella thought the violence would pass, but it didn’t – at least until she threatened to go to the police.

Fielding left school at 16 and spent a year at St Martin’s School of Art. Her parents were appalled that she might see naked men – or even worse, naked women – in class, which was bound to result in pregnancy and drug addiction. There were rows every morning. Eventually, they forced her to leave.

Still wanting to act, Fielding would hang around stage doors in the West End in the hope of brushing against Alec Guinness or Laurence Olivier. She won a two-year scholarship to the RADA – which pleased her mother and father greatly until it dawned on them she might actually become an actress. Her mother began turning up at RADA at lunchtime, making a scene and insisting Fielding leave. ‘Really, darling’, she would say, ‘these common people!’ After a while, the school quietly withdrew her funding.

Fenella considered going to university but her father told her he’d ‘rather see her dead at his feet.’ Instead, she was dispatched to learn shorthand and typing, which she found soul destroying. Fielding ingested 70 aspirin in a suicide attempt but changed her mind at the last minute. She swallowed pints of mustard water to induce vomiting after calling an all-night Boots to ask how to reverse the effects.

Fleeing home, Fenella found digs in Mayfair run by ‘friendly prostitutes’. In 1952, she appeared in an amateur production at the LSE alongside Ron Moody – then a mature student – who later found fame as Fagin, in the film version of ‘Oliver!’

Ron Moody supported Fenella’s ambition to become an actress, persuading her not to pack it in. She changed her name from Feldman to Fielding, pretended to be seven years younger in order to compensate for her late start in show business and began appearing in comedy revues.

By the end of the 1950s, Fenella had made a name for herself in the musical ‘Valmouth’. It was quirky and, for the time, rather lurid – but Fielding’s rave reviews led to an awkward reconciliation with her parents. Her mother turned up at the Lyric Theatre bearing a peace offering of sorts: a whole, fried chicken.

Next was ‘Pieces of Eight’, a live comedy revue written by Peter Cook and Harold Pinter. Starring alongside her was Kenneth Williams – already firmly established as a household name – who harboured a brittle ego under the thinnest of skins. When one review called Fielding a ‘beautiful butterfly of comedy’, Williams exploded. Encouraging her to ad lib, he ruthlessly stole her best lines. He became threatening and bluntly warned her not to steal his limelight. When Fielding extemporised the end of one sketch with the line ‘the last one dead’s a sissy’, there were hysterics. Williams went white and shrieked that she’d ‘called me a homosexual in front of the whole audience’. ‘It was awful,’ she later recalled. ‘I’d never been so frightened in all my life.’

Worse was to come as Fenella branched out into film and television. In 1959, she appeared in ‘Follow A Star’ alongside Norman Wisdom – who she came to loathe. ‘Not a very pleasant man,’ she later said. ‘Hand up your skirt first thing in the morning. Not exactly a lovely way to start a day’s filming.’

During the 1960s, Vidal Sassoon, personally, did Fenella’s hair and the bohemian journalist Jeffrey Bernard took her on riotous club nights. She would sit and talk long into the night with the flamboyant artist Francis Bacon and the rest of that decade’s rakish beau monde.

Professionally, there were small parts on television in ‘The Avengers’ and regular appearances on the cutting-edge satire, ‘That Was The Week That Was’. Her film appearances included working alongside Dirk Bogarde in ‘Doctor in Love’ and Tony Curtis in ‘Arrivederci, Baby!’

On stage, Fielding pursued her love for drama. ‘The Times’ described her performance as Hedda Gabler as ‘one of the experiences of a lifetime’. The Italian film director Federico Fellini took her to Claridge’s and offered to make a film where she starred as six or seven different incarnations of male desire. Unfortunately, she was already booked to do a season on stage in Chichester so she turned him down – to the great disappointment of her agent.

Then came ‘Carry On Screaming’, which reunited Fielding with with her old nemesis, Kenneth Williams. The filming took three weeks, made her hugely famous and her career never recovered. She played Valeria – a thinly disguised Morticia Addams – with every ounce of camp vamp she could muster. Her wig was huge, her eyelashes incredible and her red dress was so tight she was completely unable to bend in the middle. Every scene was done in a single take and, of course, she is remembered for just one. Reclining on a chaise longue, Fielding entices Harry H Corbett towards her. The eyes flutter and the voice purrs. ‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ she inquires seductively – before vast quantities of dry ice envelope them both.

Fenella politely declined all invitations to appear in other Carry On films – including the lead in ‘Carry On Cleopatra’ – partly in an attempt to avoid being typecast by the success of the first. For the rest of her life, she struggled to escape Valeria.

The offers dried up and her on-screen career quietly slid away. She did Morecambe & Wise Christmas specials and some voice work for both the cult hit series, ‘The Prisoner’, and a ‘Magic Roundabout’ project – ‘Dougal and The Blue Cat’. But she didn’t make another film for almost 15 years.

Fielding was rarely completely out of work. She continued on stage – with a string of well-reviewed provincial shows – in which she didn’t have to play ‘either a Lady or a Tart’. But, eventually, she struggled for money and was forced to go to the social security office to claim benefits.

She never married, despite a string of male admirers. One possible future husband died, another couldn’t get over his alcoholism and had to be abandoned. For 20 years, she maintained two separate lovers and managed to prevent them ever meeting. ‘I loved them both,’ she wrote but decided on ‘never committing; never having a marriage that could have gone awful’.

Politically, she was on the left – despising Margaret Thatcher in the 1980s and refusing to help her older brother Bas when he stood for election under the Conservative banner. But they remained close and she was proud of him when, without her help, he became an important figure in the Conservative Party and eventually entered the Lords.

Latterly, there was work with Rik Mayall and Adrian Edmondson in ‘Guest House Paradiso’ and a role as an eccentric granny in the gritty teenage drama, ‘Skins’. But, for Fenella Fielding, her best work always took place on stage. At the age of nearly 90, the ‘Financial Times’ described her performance in Euripides’ The Trojan Women as ‘unbearably moving… at the extreme limits of pathos’.

Fielding was resigned to her professional fate after ‘Carry On Screaming’. The autobiography she published in 2017 – entitled ‘Do You Mind If I Smoke?’ – has little shred of bitterness or regret. The only thing that rankled was when she met fellow actors – and there were many – who’d been asked to do adverts with a ‘Fenella Fielding-like’ voice. ‘Bloody cheek,’ she would say. ‘Why didn’t they ask me?’

 

Throughout her long life, Fenella worked with and knew about the activities of many unpleasant people, including many of those named on this blog who colluded with, or were even responsible for, the organised abuse of vulnerable people and children. Previous posts have discussed Dafydd’s celebrity contacts, a network which was boosted by his mate and umbrella Professor Linford Rees at Barts being the father of 1970s ‘Poldark’ sweetheart Angharad Rees, who was married to Christopher Cazenove; Cazenove hit it big in Hollywood and starred in ‘Dynasty’…. (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’).

 

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I mentioned that the lives of unpleasant actors in the Carry On films were sanitised by the media at the time. Kenneth Williams was quite nuts: misogynistic, gay but hated the rest of humanity so was solitary, had a Jimmy Savile-esque relationship with his mother and was so obsessive that he wouldn’t allow visitors into his house lest they used his bog and left their germs behind. When Kenneth Williams was found dead, many questions about his death which should have been asked weren’t. Sid James was a ferocious wife-beater and Babs Windsor was married to a gangster and friends with many other gangsters, including the Krays. This was known but was packaged as Babs’s ‘glamorous’ life. Those targeted by the scumbags with whom Babs and Dafydd were mates didn’t perceive them to be glamorous, we thought that they were dangerous and unhinged.

Norman Wisdom gave an interview when he was an elderly tax exile living on the Isle of Man and he came over as a deeply unpleasant man, not just a cheery chappy who shouted ‘Mr Grimsdale’ and fell over a great deal. Norman waxed lyrical about the joys of flogging and hanging people and the necessity of hanging onto every penny of his substantial wealth.

Francis Bacon was openly gay and for a while was the partner of George Dyer. Bacon’s wiki entry tells us that he:

met George Dyer in 1963 at a pub, although a much-repeated myth claims their acquaintance started during the younger man’s burglary into the artist’s apartment. Dyer was about 30 years old, from London’s East End. He came from a family steeped in crime, and had till then spent his life drifting between theft, detention and jail. Bacon’s earlier relationships had been with older and tumultuous men. His first lover, Peter Lacy, tore up the artist’s paintings, beat him in drunken rages, at times leaving him on streets half-conscious. Bacon was now the dominating personality; attracted to Dyer’s vulnerability and trusting nature. Dyer was impressed by Bacon’s self-confidence and artistic success, and Bacon acted as a protector and father figure to the insecure younger man…

Dyer abandoned crime but soon descended into alcoholism. Bacon’s money attracted hangers-on for massive benders around London’s Soho. Withdrawn and reserved when sober, Dyer was highly animated and aggressive when drunk, and often attempted to “pull a Bacon” by buying large rounds and paying for expensive dinners for his wide circle. Dyer’s erratic behaviour inevitably wore thin – with his cronies, with Bacon, and with Bacon’s friends. Most of Bacon’s art world associates regarded Dyer as a nuisance – an intrusion into the world of high culture to which their Bacon belonged. Dyer reacted by becoming increasingly needy and dependent. By 1971, he was drinking alone and only in occasional contact with his former lover.

In October 1971, Dyer joined Bacon in Paris for the opening of the artist’s retrospective at the Grand Palais. The show was the high point of Bacon’s career to date and he was now described as Britain’s “greatest living painter”. Dyer was a desperate man, and although he was “allowed” to attend, he was well aware that he was slipping out of the picture. To draw Bacon’s attention, he planted cannabis in his flat and phoned the police and attempted suicide on a number of occasions. On the eve of the Paris exhibition, Bacon and Dyer shared a hotel room, but Bacon was forced escape in disgust to the room of gallery employee Terry Danziger-Miles, as Dyer was entertaining an Arab rent boy with “smelly feet”. When Bacon returned to his room the next morning, together with Danziger-Miles and Valerie Beston, they discovered Dyer in the bathroom dead, sat on the toilet. With the agreement of the hotel manager, the party agreed not to announce the death for two days.

Bacon spent the following day surrounded by people eager to meet him. In mid-evening of the following day he was “informed” that Dyer had taken an overdose of barbiturates and was dead. Bacon continued with the retrospective and displayed powers of self-control “to which few of us could aspire”, according to Russell. Bacon was deeply affected by the loss of Dyer, and had recently lost four other friends and his nanny. From this point, death haunted his life and work. Though outwardly stoic at the time, he was inwardly broken. He did not express his feelings to critics, but later admitted to friends that “daemons, disaster and loss” now stalked him as if his own version of the Eumenides (Greek for The Furies). Bacon spent the remainder of his stay in Paris attending to promotional activities and funeral arrangements. He returned to London later that week to comfort Dyer’s family.

During the funeral, many of Dyer’s friends, including hardened East End criminals, broke down in tears. As the coffin was lowered into the grave one friend was overcome and screamed “you bloody fool!” Bacon remained stoic during the proceedings, but in the following months suffered an emotional and physical breakdown. Deeply affected, over the following two years he painted a number of single canvas portraits of Dyer, and the three highly regarded ‘Black Triptychs’, each of which details moments immediately before and after Dyer’s suicide.’

Francis Bacon’s wiki admits that as a young man, Bacon was a rent boy and involved in petty crime, but states that in middle age Bacon was charismatic, friendly and engaging and spent most of his time ‘eating, drinking and gambling’ with his friends in Soho. I used to know someone who knew Francis Bacon and that is not what I was told. I was told that Francis Bacon was an absolute bastard, that he was drunk, aggressive, angry and a prolific user of young men for sex. The person who knew Francis Bacon was a Hergest Unit patient. As with so many of his other adventures in his younger days, this man chatted away to the Hergest Unit staff about Francis Bacon and his circle… See post ‘The Killing Floor – I Know Cos I Was There!’

Francis Bacon’s circle of friends included Tom Baker of ‘Dr Who’ fame and of course Lucian Freud.

 

Fenella provided voice-overs for ‘The Prisoner’. That series was famously filmed at Portmeirion, the Italianate village in Gwynedd built by Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who lived at Llanfrothen just down the road.

 

 

Sir Clough married Amabel Strachey, one of the Bloomsbury set and throughout the middle years of the 20th century, Clough and Amabel’s bohemian friends spent their summers in the Llanfrothen/Croesor area. Their friends included Bloomsbury originals, as well as a whole variety of intellectuals, artists, internationalists and radicals. Among them lived the locals, some of whom had their lives wrecked by Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd and the gang. See my post ‘The Village’ for details.

 

 

In later life, Bertrand Russell lived near to Clough and was a friend of his. Russell was sexually predatory, callous and abusive to his nearest and dearest and is suspected of having sexually used/abused his granddaughter Lucy, who burnt herself to death when still young. Russell employed an expensive dodgy solicitor who, along with Top Doctors, obligingly declared Russell’s relatives/victims mad and banged them up/had them disinherited at Russell’s request. See post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’

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Russell’s son Conrad – his son by Russell’s third wife Patricia – became the 5th Earl Russell, after Russell’s eldest son John Conrad, the 4th Earl Russell, who pretty much had his life ruined by his father, died. Conrad Russell was an historian who specialised in 17th century British history and wrote and lectured extensively on the origins of the English Civil War. His major works include Crisis of Parliaments: English history 1509–1660 (1971), Origins of the English Civil War (edited, 1973), Parliaments and English politics, 1621–1629 (1979), Unrevolutionary England, 1603–1642 (1990), and Fall of the British monarchies, 1637–1642 (1991).

Conrad Russell stood as a Labour candidate in the 1966 General Election but was not elected. He later became active in the Liberal Party and sat in the Lords as a Lib Dem.

 

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Harold Pinter married Lady Antonia Fraser, the daughter of the Labour peer Lord Longford who, along with many members of his family, knew about organised abuse, including the contribution to it made by Dafydd and the gang (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’). Lady Antonia is, like Conrad Russell, an Oxford-educated historian. Her works include Cromwell, Our Chief of Men (1973) and The Weaker Vessel (1984), a study of women’s lives in 17th century England.

 

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Fenella Fielding’s brother is Basil Samuel Feldman, Baron Feldman and sat in the Lords as a Conservative from 1996 until his retirement in 2017. Basil Feldman is a former member of Lloyd’s of London and was the director of The Young Entrepreneurs Fund, 1985-94. He has been described as a former plastic-toy magnate whose business interests reportedly included ‘Sindy dolls, aircraft kits and yo-yos’. Feldman married his wife Gita Julius in 1952. He has two sons and a daughter. One of his sons is Nick Feldman, bass guitarist of the band Wang Chung. Feldman is a member of the Garrick and Carlton Clubs. As were/are many of those who protected Dafydd et al.

Feldman was knighted in 1982 – as Mary Wynch began her legal struggle against Dafydd and the gang. On 15 January 1996 Feldman was made a life peer. His sponsors were Thatch and Parkinson.

By Jan 1996, Sir Peter Morrison and Dafydd’s mate, the corrupt Home Office Drugs branch mandarin Bing Spear (see post ‘Little Things Hitting each Other’), were both safely dead, having died within four days of each other in July 1995. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse knew that he would be Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry that William Hague ‘didn’t know’ that he would be announcing in six months time and Ronnie had already spent 1995 conducting a tour of Wales, where he supped and dined with many of those who should have asked questions about the abuse of children in care in north Wales but didn’t (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).

 

So Fenella ‘refused to help’ her brother with his political career. When one considers whom she had hung out with, it is fairly clear that she didn’t need to help him…

 

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My post ‘A Discovery Of Witches’ mentioned the many unfortunate events which befell the former MP Denis MacShane and his former partner newsreader Carol Barnes, as well as Carol’s children. Carol knew a great deal about the Westminster Paedophile Ring and the branch of it run by Dafydd and John Allen’s gang when she lived with Denis MacShane. Denis MacShane was the only MP who was imprisoned as a result of the Parliamentary expenses scandal, although his fiddling was not on a greater scale than that of some other MPs. MacShane was sentenced for fraud – he spent part of his sentence in HMP Belmarsh, a high security prison used for those convicted of terrorist offences, among others – by Justice Nigel Sweeney in 2014.

Sir Nigel Hamilton SweeneyMr Justice Sweeney, studied law at the University of Nottingham. Ken Clarke practised as a barrister in Nottingham before he was elected for a Nottingham constituency. Nigel Sweeney was called to the Bar in 1976 at the Middle Temple, where he was made a Bencher in 1997. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse was a leading light in Middle Temple; Ronnie was a Bencher and also served as Treasurer for some years.

Prior to being appointed a High Court judge, Sweeney practised as a barrister from 6 King’s Bench Walk. As a barrister, Sweeney was prosecuting counsel in a number of notable criminal trials, including those of the perpetrators of the 1984 Brighton bombing and Michael Stone, who was convicted of the 1996 murders of Lin and Megan Russell. The Russells were murdered in Kent, where they had lived for just three weeks after having moved there from Gwynedd. There was no forensic evidence against Michael Stone; he was arrested after a Top Doctor rang the police and told them that Stone fitted the ‘profile’ of the person whom the police believed committed the murder. Stone was an addict who had grown up in care where he had been sexually and physically assaulted. Before Lin and Megan were killed, a secure psychiatric unit refused to treat Michael Stone because they believed that he was ‘dangerous’. When Lin’s husband Shaun Russell revealed this on Radio 4, the NHS organisation concerned denied it. Shaun was later proved to be correct.

Sir Robert Francis QC, the barrister who acted for Drs Tony and Sadie Francis when they tried to have me imprisoned in 1991, Chaired the Inquiry into the care and treatment of Michael Stone. Robert Francis found serious ‘failings’ but as is standard practice in such cases, Francis played down just how utterly useless the NHS and social services were. See previous posts.

Michael Stone has always denied killing Lin and Megan and his sister also maintains that he is innocent. Stone and his legal team believed that the forensic examination of a shoelace that was found at the scene of the crime could clear his name. The shoelace was ‘lost’ in transit between the police and another agency.

After Lin and Megan were killed, Shaun moved back to north Wales with Josie, his daughter who was badly injured by whoever killed her mum and sister. Shaun is a biologist who works at Bangor University – I’m fairly sure that he worked at the University before the family moved to Kent.

Shaun’s family were attacked by someone who bludgeoned them over the head – in July 1996, the month after William Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. Paul Bates, the man who threatened to kill Brown in 1983 – my requests for help from Dr D.G.E. Wood, the GP who ran the Student Health Centre and Dr Adrian Bell, my tutor in the School of Plant Biology were ignored – some years later tracked Brown down and tried to kill him by bashing his head against the pavement. Bates went looking for Brown again in 1996 but Brown had covered his tracks well.

Excuse me police – can you wake up from that very deep slumber of yours please? You’ve been snoring for so long that you’re now in competition with Sleeping Beauty, the central character in the fairy tale which was later adapted by the Brothers Grimm.

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As a High Court judge, Sir Nigel presided over the 2013 trial of the former Lib Dem MP and Secretary of State for Energy and Change Chris Huhne and his ex-wife, Vicky Pryce, for perverting the course of justice (see post ‘A Discovery Of Witches’). Denis MacShane is the former partner of Vicky Pryce. Sweeney was the Presiding judge in the trial of Rolf Harris for various counts of indecent assault dating back to the 1960s.

In Feb 2015, Nigel Sweeney wrote an article for ‘The Sunday Times’, on the theme of ‘justice must always be seen to be done’.

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Bangor University publish a magazine called the ‘Bangoriad’, for Bangor alumni. I was introduced to the joys of the ‘Bangoriad’ by a friend of mine when I worked at Bangor. The obituaries in the ‘Bangoriad’ are wonderful, a great many of them are so obviously obits of paedophiles’ friends. One man who’s obit appeared in the ‘Bangoriad’ was Professor Wynn Humphrey  Davies, who died in June 2007.

Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies was described in the ‘Bangoriad’ as ‘a remarkable man who dedicated his life to the service of Bangor University after a distinguished academic career spanning 40 years. He had graduated from Bangor in the 1930s, spent a short period as a member of staff before becoming a Lecturer, then Reader at Imperial College and finally Professor of Electrical Engineering at Queen Mary College, London. He became a member of the University Council in Bangor in the mid-1970s and served on it for 29 years, chairing the University’s Finance Committee for 23 years. He was instrumental in establishing the University’s Development Trust (for fund-raising purposes) during the centenary in 1984 and he Chaired the Trustees for 16 years until 2000. He was awarded an honorary doctorate of the University of Wales in 1985, and was made a Freeman of the City of London in 1996. He received an MBE in 2002.’

Dr David Roberts, the University Registrar, was quoted as saying: ‘Wynn was a man of immense intellectual energy, a profound thinker about higher education policy, and he had a restless drive to get things done. He will be missed by all who knew and worked with him.’

Dr David Roberts was an admirable figure, who was known to be performing valiant work with regard to defusing the bombs that the paedophiles’ friend planted around the University, but sadly there were so many paedophiles’ friends planting so many bombs that Dr Roberts couldn’t always get there in time. We used to marvel that Dr Roberts looked in such good form considering the stress that he must have incurred heading off the paedophiles’ friends at every turn. One of my friends observed that Dr Roberts looked in such good nick in compared to most of the other senior staff at Bangor. He commented that David Roberts had sparkling eyes and was the picture of health, whereas most of the others looked a bit rough and had very obviously attended too many University buffets.

I only ever saw David Roberts look worried on one occasion and that was when Sophie Wessex aka Mrs Prince Edward was on a visit to Bangor University. The Lord Lieutenant of Gwynedd was at that time Huw Daniel, the corrupt judge who was involved in the attempt to stitch me up for ‘threats to kill’ in 2004 (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’) and Huw Daniel was in the party accompanying Sophie. I was walking past just as the fat crook emerged into the car park with Sophie and Dr Roberts. David Roberts went pale when he saw me – everybody knew what Daniel had been involved in and they also knew that my office wall was covered in newspaper clippings of Daniel, accompanied by satirical comments – and looked seriously worried. Sorry about that Dr Roberts, I honestly wouldn’t have said a word to the bent bastard on University premises, I was waiting for the right time to expose him by the might of the pen. Or indeed the keyboard.

One fat crook dressed up like General Pinochet, presenting a cut glass something or other to a lucky prize-winner:

 

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When Huw Daniel thought that he was going to be sending me to prison for ‘threats to kill’ – before the case against me collapsed – he was very rude about Bangor University in open Court in Caernarfon. He was very cross that they had given me a place to do a PhD and that my PhD supervisor wrote a letter in support of me.

Huw, do you happen to know why there was an organised attempt to undermine the VC of Bangor University who was in post when I was undertaking my PhD and for the following few years? Indeed, did you know anything about the plan by some of the paedophiles’ friends to frame him for a criminal offence? Huw, did you know that after you failed to have the opportunity to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of the staff of the Hergest Unit, that someone tried to have me struck off the teaching register nonetheless, but that the junior Gov’t Minister who cleared my name was a friend of the VC of Bangor University?

After the charge of ‘threatening to kill’ was withdrawn, Huw Daniel praised the conduct of the staff of the Hergest Unit. He also told the press that Alun Davies – the corrupt manager of the Hergest Unit who had perjured himself – as well as his family no less, were ‘victims’ of mine. Huw Daniel was the judge with responsibility for Mental Health Tribunals in Wales.

Huw Daniel’s father, J.E. Daniel, was one of the early members and Presidents of Plaid, along with Saunders Lewis. Dafydd was friends with Saunders Lewis when Dafydd was a junior Top Doctor.

I think that there has only been one case in which a British judge has been convicted and imprisoned. Hey Huw, do you think that Wales can provide the second case? I know a great many people who’d be delighted to wave you off in the meat wagon. Including all those poor sods who when they were kids in care were buggered, beaten to a pulp and then fitted up by Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

Don’t bend over in the showers to pick up the soap Huw, Mr Big might be standing behind you…

 

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One of the Hergest Unit patients who had been illegally imprisoned by Dafydd used to have a great time ringing him up and saying that sort of thing and Dafydd used to go apeshit. This man used to tell me that Dafydd seemed to be really homophobic and hated any jokes about homosexuality. So of course Dafydd was on the receiving end of quite a lot of them. One day poor old Dafydd couldn’t take it any more and he screamed down the phone ‘if you make any more offensive and obscene calls to this house I’ll report you to the police’. Only Dafydd screamed that at me. When it very obviously wasn’t me making the calls. Not that it held old Dafydd back. He then compiled an affidavit of fiction for the High Court in Liverpool in which he claimed that I was ringing him up making the calls (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’)…

When those calls were being made, everyone knew that Dafydd was shagging female patients, but the person who made those calls and I had no idea that Dafydd was running the paedophile gang which targeted the boys in the children’s homes in north Wales. I didn’t realise that all the abuse and trafficking in north Wales was the work of one gang – Dafydd’s. I knew that Dafydd targeted female mental health patients and I also knew that girls in care and women with learning disabilities were being abused as well as boys in care, but I thought that it was the work of different groups of predators who were going for different groups of victims. No, it was a free for all.

On one occasion, years after the Waterhouse Report but not long before Operation Pallial, I told Ella Fisk, a senior nurse at the Hergest Unit, that I was convinced that Dafydd was involved with the paedophile ring in some way but I didn’t quite know how and Ella absolutely assured me that I was wrong, saying ‘Dafydd’s never been involved with child psychiatry’. No, but his colleagues were and his mistress, children’s social worker Lucille Hughes, was Director of Gwynedd Social Services. Furthermore, Dafydd would ‘treat’ the parents of the children targeted: deem those parents incapable of looking after their kids, thus ensuring that the kids would be taken into care; diagnose them as psychotic if they complained about what was happening to their kids; or that old staple, maintain that it was they who had abused their children, no-one else. Dafydd’s main function however was to enter the arena when the kids were young adults and declare them ‘schizophrenic’ if they ever told anyone what had happened to them in the children’s homes. Just to ensure that no-one would ever take a witness statement from them, Dafydd and the gang would then fit them up for a criminal offence.

I think that they must have gone really bonkers when they decided to try the same thing with a Vice Chancellor. Dafydd  – a man who cut his teeth on former kids in care, the learning disabled and mental health patients, then he graduated onto postgrads studying in London Medical Schools and then he planned to go for the jackpot and frame a VC who’d been Governor of the BBC.

 

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Dafydd, you are truly crackers, as is everyone who let you get away with it all.

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Dr David Roberts will be forever remembered for presiding over the Graduation Ceremony of Dysfunction after the VC, who was the target of a full blown onslaught from the paedophile gang and their friends, retired (see post ‘A Discovery Of Witches’). Because the VC had departed, there was a hiatus before a new VC arrived and the paedophiles’ friends ran riot in the way that kids do if the teacher has to leave the classroom. The paedophiles’ friends did everything possible to cause problems at the graduation ceremony. The paedophiles’ friends believed that they had triumphed because the University had recently made an announcement saying that the VC wasn’t going to work out his notice as planned, he was leaving immediately. As any fule kno, that was because he had been appointed as a Spad to the Welsh Gov’ts Education Minister and he felt that it would be a conflict of interest to serve in both roles. One of the paedophiles’ friends put a rumour around that the VC had been caught helping himself to the University funds and that’s why he’d suddenly left. Which is of course the reason why so many paedophiles’ friends have had to leave posts in a hurry. A nice bit of projection there Dafydd’s friends! You pillocks.

Thus Dr Roberts was called upon to do the bit at graduation. It was certainly a bizarre ceremony. Huw Daniel and his wife were sitting in the audience at the front alongside some other paedophiles’ friends glowering at me and that bestest of paedophiles’ friends Aled Griffiths aka the Buffet Slayer (see previous posts) had done a fiddle with some other paedophiles’ friends to ensure that he was awarded a Teaching Fellowship (an honour for excellence in teaching). The Slayer didn’t usually bother to turn up to give his lecturers and there had been many complaints about him by the students. Furthermore, on one occasion he broke into the office of another lecturer and removed books without his permission and that lecturer was sitting next to me as the Slayer was given his Teaching Fellowship at the ceremony by one of his mates, after this mate made a 40 minute speech extolling the achievements of the Slayer. After the ceremony, at the graduation lunch, students could be heard shrieking ‘Aled fucking Griffiths has been given a Teaching Fellowship, what is going on?’ Not that the Slayer minded, the whole Griffiths Mafia turned up – a paedophiles’ friend every one of them – armed with bottles of champagne to celebrate the occasion. Furthermore, the Slayers’ mate spent so long waxing lyrical about the attributes of the Slayer that there was no time for that year’s guest of honour, Sir Simon Jenkins, to make a speech. Sir Simon just made a little quip about people being in need of lunch and that was it.

The Slayer is known to be immune to embarrassment. Among all the complaints about him and the constant scandals which enveloped the members of his family who were running Gwynedd and Conwy Social Services, somehow he managed to ensure that one of the prizes given to the law students was the Griffiths Cup, not realising that the usual procedure is to wait until one is dead before a cup is awarded in one’s name. The brighter law students were rolling around laughing at the idea of winning the Griffiths Cup and one Professor asked if there was a saucer to go with it.

It was much to Dr Roberts’s credit that, apart from the law students who were well-acquainted with the excesses of the Slayer, the graduates and their guests didn’t realise that a paedophile gang had tried to wreck the graduation ceremony.

 

I met Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies on a few occasions, as a result of him, at a ripe old age, touring the University with regard to his fundraising efforts. He turned up at the open plan office where I did my PhD on a few occasions and I and my colleagues entertained him until our boss was available. We gave Professor Davies cups of tea and fed him biscuits and doughnuts. He later told our boss that he had trained us well and we provided the best hospitality in the University.

So it was with some sadness that I have to report that the lovely old boy who used to come and visit us was almost certainly a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order.

Wynn Humphrey Davies worked at Imperial College until 1956. He was there alongside Sir Owen Saunders, a mathematician and engineer who spent most of his career at Imperial College and seems to have been the reason why Imperial thrived and expanded enormously during the middle years of the 20th century. Saunders became an incredibly powerful man and served as VC of London University, 1967-69. Before his time ruling over Imperial, Saunders worked in numerous places and with numerous people, including in Gov’t, which left him in a position to gain knowledge of naughtiness – and criminal wrongdoing – in high places, including in The Admiralty, when scandals involving Russian spies and gay sex between people who pretended that they had no interest in such matters prevailed there. Saunders will have known that the Top Doctors in the London Medical Schools were facilitating organised abuse, as well as that organised by Dafydd et al and Saunders remained highly influential years after he retired. See post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ for further information on Sir Owen Saunders.

Wynn retained links with Imperial after he left. He will have still been in touch with them all down there when the physicist Lord Brian Flowers, who had also been a big wig at Imperial – and grew up in Swansea – was concealing the most appalling practices at the University of London, including at the Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital and St George’s Hospital Medical School, practices including of course organised abuse of children and vulnerable people but also large scale research fraud (see previous posts). As part of his remit, Brian Flowers provided an umbrella for Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Flowers became an even bigger wig than Sir Owen Saunders, Flowers made it into the Lords (see previous posts).

The deal between Hammersmith Hospital and Bangor University was symbolically sealed with the marriage of Richard Bentall, the son of cardiac surgeon Sir Hugh Bentall who ruled the roost at Hammersmith (see post ‘Interesting Facts’) and the daughter of Eifion Jones, the Dean of Science at UCNW/Bangor. Eifion’s daughter – she is called Rhian or Rhiannon, I can’t remember which – became an Angel, but her first degree was in plant biology. She studied in the Plant Biology Dept at Bangor which employed Dr Chris Wood, the wife of the corrupt GP Dr D.G.E. Wood and Ralph Oxley, who’s wife Isobel Hargreaves worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services. The rest of the staff in the Dept of Plant Biology were pretty much aware of what was going on too. One lecturer, John Wilson, was known to be picking up local school girls for sex himself and another lecturer, the vile John Farrar, was having an affair with one of the students. It was with her full consent and they subsequently married, but things did look a little grubby when she was given a job as a research assistant with John Farrar as soon as she graduated. The helpful link continued into Stel Farrar’s later life. Years later, she was given a job teaching Welsh for adults in the Dept which was headed by Meri Huws, who had previously worked as a social worker for Gwynedd Social Services, along with Isobel et al… What was Richard Bentall when he married Eifion Jones’s daughter? Er, student in the Dept of Psychology, which at that time was dominated by Dafydd.

Richard Bentall was a student in Psychology alongside Dafydd’s daughter Dwynwen, who’s degree results were too poor for her to have been offered a place to do a PhD under normal circumstances, so Dafydd had a word in a few ears…

It was in 1983 that the crazy Trishles aka Patricia Margaret Edwards, a trainee technician at Bangor University, moved into our student house and caused havoc, relieving us of money, stealing from us and making a fallacious rape allegation against a young man in Bangor (see posts ‘He Got On His Bike And Looked For Work’ and ‘A Local Boy Made Good’). Dr D.G.E. Wood and the staff of the University were fully aware of Trishles’s excesses but refused to help us. I have recently been told that Trishles was probably one of the undercover officers who was sent to bother us when we had been placed under surveillance because of the fears that Brown and I would publish something about Wood and Gwynne the lobotomist.

The shenanigans of Trishles would have demonstrated quite clearly to the security services that not only was there a trafficking ring operating in UCNW, but profoundly vulnerable ‘trainees’ on the Manpower Services Commission employment scheme were being given no training and no pastoral care either. Furthermore, the Trishles saga also showed that undergrads were being blamed for the serious dereliction of duty of care on the part of senior staff, but all of this was ignored by MI5 or Special Branch or whoever it was who sent Trishles our way.

 

Wynn Humphrey Davies became a member of UCNW Council in the mid-1970s and remained on it for 29 years. So Wynn was on the Council when Mary Wynch, a secretary in the Agriculture Dept, was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd and not one member of staff said one word in her defence; Wynn was there throughout Peak Paedophile years; he was there when Dafydd worked the fiddle to get Dwynwen the PhD place that she should never have had and when Dafydd tried to embezzle money from the University; he was there for the nuptials of Richard Bentall and the Daughter of the Dean; Wynn was there when the paedophile gang caused havoc in the School of Social Sciences (see posts ‘Badlands’ and ‘A Discovery Of Witches’); and he was there when Lord Kenyon, who’s son Thomas was sexually abusing boys in care, was President of UCNW (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Wynn was there throughout all of it and oversaw the very questionable practices detailed in posts such as ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’, ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’, ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’ and ‘Pets Win Prizes’.

Most saliently, Wynn was sitting on the Council in 1984, when Thatcher’s henchman Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer tried to close UCNW down. The reason that didn’t happen was that it was made clear to Swinnerton-Dyer that the College was packed to the rafters with people facilitating a key branch of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, the branch of which Sir Peter Morrison, Thatcher’s friend and adviser, was a member (see previous posts). Sir Peter’s sister Dame Mary Morrison was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Lilibet. Lilibet’s son Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW.

One can only wonder why Wynn was only rewarded with an MBE. Likewise, the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland, the Principal of UCNW, 1984-95, didn’t get the K that he always wanted. I can only presume that the big wigs in High Society in London don’t have a great deal of respect for the Little People in north Wales who do the dirty work. It was Brian Flowers and his mates who bagged the peerages.

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Lord Winston trained at the London Hospital Medical College and for many years worked at Hammersmith Hospital, which became part of Imperial College, when Lord Flowers brought all the paedophiles’ friends together. Winston is now Emeritus Professor of Fertility Studies at Imperial.

Lord Bob developed a towering reputation as an IVF specialist. Which was ironic because when Patrick Steptoe and Bob Edwards were carrying out the research which led to the birth of Louise Brown, the world’s first ‘test tube baby’, Lord Bob opposed them all the way and was one of the Top Doctors who tried to stop their work. Patrick Steptoe never forgave Lord Bob. Steptoe died before Bob Edwards and he were really accepted into respectable society, long before anyone even discussed giving out a Nobel prize for the work. Bob Edwards is an alumni of UCNW/Bangor University. UCNW wouldn’t admit to having had Bob Edwards as a student for years, but more recently, Bob Edwards’s name replaced Roger Whittaker’s name on the Bangor literature as a famous old student.

For some reason, Lord Bob decided to embrace IVF and indeed make it his own specialism, after having tried for so long to put Steptoe and Edwards out of action. Lord Bob embraced IVF just when the paedophiles’ friends really needed a hand in the 1980s, what with Mary Wynch, Alison Taylor and me all making a racket.

Lord Bob is a member of the Garrick – as was Ronnie Waterhouse and Waterhouse’s friends Sir Robin Day and the High Court judge from Denbighshire and President of Bangor University, Sir William Mars-Jones. Lord Bob is also a member of the Athenaeum, as was Jimmy Savile. See previous posts for further information about Robin Day, Mars-Jones and of course Lord Bob.

 

There were and are staff at Bangor who are excellent and do make the student experience valuable, but there are swathes of the institution that are very dysfunctional and have been for decades. Wynn Humphrey Davies must have either failed to rectify that or have been part of the problem himself. I and my friends always joked about the old gits who were known to exercise a vice-like grip on Bangor University – ‘the Welsh gerontocracy’ as Brown called them – and Wynn was one of them. If he’d presented a challenge to them they’d have got rid of him.

As for Wynn Chairing the University’s Finance Committee for 23 years, UCNW has been in a parlous financial state for many, many years. The Bangor solicitor Elwyn Jones was Bangor University’s Treasurer for many years. Elwyn Jones was a crook and acted for a woman who was linked to the paedophile gang who fleeced a man after he had been targeted by Dafydd et al, left him destitute and then colluded with the paedophile gang to have him branded a risk to children himself and prevent him having access to his own child. The boyfriend of this woman’s daughter was killed when he was hit by a lorry near Bethesda shortly before the Waterhouse Inquiry was opened. Elwyn Jones was assisted by Dafydd Orwig, a Gwynedd County Councillor and lecturer at Bangor Normal College; the GPs at Bethesda Surgery; the staff of the Hergest Unit; the Arfon Community Mental Health Team; Gwynedd Social Services and Jo Bott, a police officer who doubled up as a ‘child protection officer’.

When the victim of all this tried to raise his concerns about what had gone on, he was told by all of these people to ‘move on’. His child was living with a gang of paedophiles about a mile down the road and was regularly wheeled past him in the pushchair while Elwyn Jones’s client sneered at him. When he re-married, his new wife was told by Jo Bott to ‘leave [his ex-partner] alone’. She hadn’t had any contact with her husband’s ex-partner since the day that their relationship ended. Although she did pay a great many of her husband’s former partner’s bills, which had been run up by his ex-partner in his name…Nearly £1000 to be precise. Brown was a witness to all this as well, he was dispensing advice. Then Paul Bates tried to track him down again…

I used to see the tosser Elwyn Jones in Court, patronising his clients, failing to defend them effectively and telling the other solicitors that he couldn’t wait to get onto the golf course as soon as Court had finished. Slob Ingham of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team was a regular at Bangor Golf Course, as was Elfed Roberts, who later became the Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust and repeatedly had me arrested for ludicrous ‘offences’. When Elwyn Jones was stitching up the Hergest Unit patient and giving his child to a gang of paedophiles, Elfed was still a Superintendent in the North Wales Police, not having yet been thrown out for corruption by Chief Constable Richard Brunstrom. Elfed used to be the Sgt at Llangefni Police Station. Dafydd lived just outside of Llangefni and was mates with them all in there. Elfed also sat on the Council of Bangor University – he was Chair of the Fair Practice Committee – and after the embarrassment that was the NW Wales NHS Trust was abolished by Edwina Hart, instead of having Elfed arrested on the basis of the mountains of evidence that I and others sent her, Edwina gave Elfed a place on the Board of the Welsh Ambulance Trust.

For the full story re the paedophile gang who robbed someone blind and stole his son, being ably assisted in this by the professional classes of Bangor, see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’.

Elwyn Jones’s father was Sir Elwyn Jones, a solicitor who doubled up as the Labour MP for Conway. David Jones, the Tory MP for Clwyd West whom Cameron appointed as Secretary of State for Wales just as Operation Pallial was launched and in the run up to the Macur Review, is a solicitor who used to work in Elwyn Jones’s practice. See post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’.

 

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Wynn Humphrey Davies was instrumental in the foundation of the fundraising arm of Bangor which was established in 1984. I can remember that, it was the year that I graduated. I and all the other new graduates were asked to donate and many of us did. Not very much, because many of us were planning to undertake postgraduate work so we were broke, but a lot of us gave what we could. And the gerontocracy ended up colluding with a paedophile gang against us. Who killed one of us and ruined the careers of a few more of us. Just before I fled north Wales, I received a phone call from the Bangor University alumni office asking me if I’d like to donate to their fund.

What can be said of people like this?

 

 

Wynn left Imperial and took up a Chair at Queen Mary, University of London in 1956. QMUL dates back to the foundation of London Hospital Medical College – Lord Bob Winston’s alma mater -in 1785. Queen Mary College was admitted to the University of London in 1915 and in 1989 merged with Westfield College to form Queen Mary and Westfield College. In 1995 Queen Mary and Westfield College merged with St Bartholomew’s Hospital Medical College and the London Hospital Medical College to form the School of Medicine and Dentistry.

Bart’s was ruled by Dafydd’s mate, south Wales-born Professor Linford Rees, he of the celebrity family which included his daughter, actress Angharad Rees and her husband Christopher Cazenove (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Dafydd’s gang procured young people for celebrity sex work – as did Jimmy Savile. In a previous generation, Bart’s was ruled by the father of Lady Juliet Bingley, who was a surgeon there. Juliet worked as a social worker at Bart’s and married Admiral Sir Alec Bingley, who served in the Royal Navy with Lord Louis Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence of The Realm’). Lady Juliet and her son William Bingley spend many happy years in senior positions at MIND colluding with Dafydd et al and William carried on the good work when he became Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission and no doubt also in his later role as the Chair of a scandal-ridden NHS Trust in the north of England and as the Professor of Law and Ethics at Cumbria University.

William Bingley died in a hill walking accident in 2011, just as it was obvious that Operation Pallial and the Macur Review would be taking place. In his obituary, ‘The Guardian’ described William as someone ‘who fought for the rights of mentally ill people’. After Dafydd illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch, things got a bit embarrassing and thus the Mental Health Act was updated, with Added Protection From Mad Old Doctors. The new Mental Health Act 1983 was written by Dafydd’s mate Professor Robert Bluglass and the Code of Practice which accompanied it was written by William Bingley. After Dafydd had illegally imprisoned me in the winter of 1986/1987 – along with a ward full of other people who had also been illegally imprisoned – and I complained, my complaints were ignored. I refused to give up and eventually in 1989, my complaint was investigated – by Bluglass. Who failed to investigate any of my concerns relating to Tony Francis and Gwynedd Social Services and concluded that Dafydd was a caring man who had been harassed to distraction by me, although Bluglass admitted that Dafydd’s ‘clinical standards’ needed to be raised. See post ‘Enter Robert Bluglass CBE’.  William Bingley had told me in person that if I went back to north Wales I would be arrested.

Some three years later, Robert Bluglass was a member of the Fallon Inquiry into serious abuse at Lawrence Ward in Ashworth Hospital, which was run by Dafydd and Tony Francis’s mate Dr Chris Hunter. Hunter was the man who, just before the Fallon Inquiry, had held a case conference about me while I was at work in a London medical school, took evidence from a number of people who had never met me and declared me to be extremely dangerous and in need of banging up in a secure hospital. Hunter offered to provide a Court report about me. I was not facing any criminal charges at the time, but it wasn’t long before I was… See post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter. I did not know that this case conference had ever taken place until my lawyers obtained my medical records many, many years later. I had never heard of Chris Hunter.

Bluglass’s role in the Fallon Inquiry was to investigate the murder of an Ashworth patient by the staff. To aid him in his investigation, Bluglass commissioned a senior nurse who worked with Dafydd and one of his own senior nurses from the Birmingham clinic of which he was Clinical Director, the Reaside Clinic. The conclusion of the Fallon Report was that the patients at Ashworth were absolute bastards who needed higher levels of security. See post ‘Security, Security’.

 

William Bingley was married to an Angel and they loved entertaining and having lots of important people to dinner. I hope that the guests were given tea and cake in the afternoon as well.

 

The main campus of QMUL is in Tower Hamlets. It has other campuses in Holborn, Smithfield and Whitechapel. Dafydd’s gang had a reciprocal agreement with Tower Hamlets – Dafydd and the gang were sent kids in care, who were then returned to the East End as sex workers. See post ‘Tower Hamlets, Paul Boateng and Tessa Jowell’. When the sex workers started dying after developing AIDS in the 1980s, Ken Clarke and other public spirited politicians arranged for some crumbs from the table to look after them in secrecy and ensure that no-one ever found out how those young men contracted HIV (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’). More public spirited people then built Canary Wharf on the remains of that part of humanity and now no-one ever speaks of what went on in the Tower Hamlets area before Docklands sprang up (see post ‘The Bodies Beneath Canary Wharf’).

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Wynn Humprhey Davies’s obituary in ‘The Times’ told us that he was born in Tufnell Park, London, to a Welsh speaking family. Wynn’s father was Richard Humphrey Davies, who came from Corris, a quarrying village in what is now Gwynedd. Richard Humphrey Davies was a prominent Liberal who was Private Secretary to William Gladstone, the Liberal PM. Gladstone was born on Merseyside, but had strong links to north Wales and died at Hawarden Castle, Flintshire. Gladstone bequeathed £40,000 (equivalent to approximately £4.24 million today) and much of his 32,000 volume library to found St Deiniol’s Library in Hawarden. Richard Humphrey Davies also worked with H.H. Asquith, who was Liberal PM, 1908-16 and also with David Lloyd George in the Treasury and the Liberal Central Association. Lloyd George was Liberal PM, 1916-22. Not only was Lloyd George still alive when Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies was working at Imperial College, but Lloyd George’s descendants and their friends are very well represented among those who have provided an umbrella for Dafydd and the gang (see previous posts.

Lloyd George’s family were friends with Jeremy Thorpe and his family (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’) and with Trumpers, who as junior Health Minister appointed Jimmy Savile to the Broadmoor management task force. See posts ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services in the 1980s’, ‘A Pretty Classy Piece Of Operation’ and ’95 Glorious Years’.

Ronnie Waterhouse came from a high profile Liberal family in Flintshire. Ronnie’s family were friends with the Lloyd Georges – that was why Ronnie found Jeremy Thorpe socially acceptable. Ronnie’s father was a Liberal MP and Ronnie and many members of his immediate family were active in the Liberal Party, some of them – including Ronnie at one point – having ambitions to enter Parliament.

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In 1984, the year that Wynn founded the UCNW charitable fund, Wynn was appointed a Fellow of Queen Mary, University of London. Queen Mary has made a great number of people Fellows, but the names of a few of them really do jump out at me in terms of those who have provided a particularly good service re concealing the crimes of Dafydd and his associates. The list of Fellows contains many names which have previously featured on this blog including:

Sir Adolf aka William Asscher, Dean of St George’s Hospital Medical School, 1988-96, when so much criminal activity was taking place there; Lord Peter Brooke, who served as Chairman of the Tory Party and as Secretary of State for N Ireland during Peak Peadophilia; Lord Thomas Bingham, a mate of Ronnie Waterhouse’s who became Master of the Rolls, Lord Chief Justice and Senior Law Lord.

Asscher was made a Fellow of QMUL in 1998, by which time the research fraud perpetrated at St George’s by Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and Malcolm Pearce had caused a major scandal. By 1998 the Waterhouse Inquiry had taken evidence in public and denounced the former kids in care as liars who were only after money. In 1998, Dr Tony Francis and the gang had recently failed to have me incarcerated in a secure hospital after perjuring themselves.

QMUL made Peter Brooke a Fellow in 1996, the year that William Hague announced that the Waterhouse Inquiry would be held, although Ronnie knew that he would be holding that Inquiry at least a year before Hague announced it. In 1996, Dafydd, Tony Francis and the gang were carefully planning and co-ordinating yet another attempt to have me banged up in a secure hospital, which subsequently fell apart.

Thomas Bingham was appointed a Fellow in 1992, the year that he was appointed as Master of the Rolls. In 1992 the North Wales Police were in the middle of their investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire. David Owen, then the Chief Constable of North Wales, refused to co-operate with the investigation. Although hundreds of complaints about kids in care being assaulted were made and a file was sent to the CPS, the DPP did not bring any charges. In 1993 the North Wales Police closed the investigation and stated that they had found no evidence of a paedophile ring.

When these folk became Fellows of QMUL, former kids in care from north Wales were regularly turning up dead. Thomas Bingham became a Fellow in the year in which five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Sir Roger Bannister, the neurologist who was the first man to run the four minute mile, became a Fellow in 2010, when the demands for a re-investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal could not be ignored any longer. Roger Bannister will have known the neurologist Lord John Walton; Walton was just seven years younger than Bannister. Walton ran Newcastle-upon-Tyne, where the trafficking gang which supplied Dafydd with both staff and children operated and Walton provided an armour plated shield for Dafydd et al for decades, particularly when Walton was President of the GMC, BMA and the Royal Society of Medicine.

Roger Bannister was Warden of Pembroke College, Oxford 1985-93. At the beginning of Bannister’s term as Warden, there were allegations that Oxford still operated a reserved place scheme for certain schools. Oxford denied this. In the year of the robust denials, Brown’s cousin was offered a reserved place at Pembroke College (see post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’). This may be a coincidence, but Katy’s reserved place was provided by her school, Tiffin Girls’, in Kingston-upon-Thames. Sir Hugh Bentall pretty much ran Kingston-upon-Thames and Katy’s mother worked in Bentall’s, the upmarket department store owned by Sir Hugh. Katy was offered the reserved place after Brown and me refused to keep quiet about Gwynne the lobotomist and began receiving threats from the Top Docs. Katy’s place was for a theology degree – she had applied to study law.

Lord John Walton was Warden of Green College, Oxford at pretty much the same time as Roger Bannister was Warden of Pembroke College, Oxford.

Sir Martin Harris, who became VC of Manchester University and Chancellor of Salford University, was a Governor of Queen Mary, University of London, 1979-89 and Chair of Council, 1989-95. Sir Martin became a Fellow in 1997, another gift given during the Waterhouse Inquiry and amidst those plans to fit me up. Sir Martin came from a village near Wrexham and his early career was spent at that bastion of paedophiles’ friends, Leicester University.

Lord Robert Winston, Professor of Fertility Studies, Imperial College, 1987-05. Winston became a Fellow of QMUL in 1996 – the year that Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry. Winston personally knew some of those whom I worked for when I was at Hammersmith and St George’s, including Chamberlain and Pearce. Winston bagged his peerage in 1995, the year in which Ronnie Waterhouse altered his retirement plans and conducted a tour wining and dining with the grandest paedophiles’ friends in Wales before he Chaired the Inquiry which he had no idea was going to be announced by Hague in 1996.

Lord Randolph Quirke, VC of University of London, 1981-85, (see previous posts) became a Fellow of QMUL in 1986. Which was the year that I was unlawfully detained by Dafydd’s gang – twice – and began my MSc at Hammersmith. Quirke not only kept the lid on the wrongdoing at London University, but he was also a friend and colleague of Professor David Crystal, who is an Honorary Professor at Bangor University, grew up in Holyhead, lives in Holyhead and is involved with ‘community life’ in the Bangor/Holyhead area (see previous posts). Randolph will have known Lord Brian Flowers and Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies.

Baroness Lynda Chalker has been the most wonderful paedophiles’ friend on a generic basis for many years (see post ‘Those Who Are Ready To Serve’) and she became a Fellow of Queen Mary in 1998.

Jack Profumo, who of course starred in the Profumo Affair with the call girls, Russian spies, Stephen Ward – the osteopath who later died in worrying circumstances – and it was rumoured members of the Royal Family who’s names were kept out of it all, became a Fellow in 2000. The year that the Waterhouse Report was published. Jack Profumo was a good mate of Trumpers, who also attended the knees-ups at Cliveden and admitted being on the scene when swearing cockney birds had to be kept out of the way of Lilibet. See post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’.

Baroness Barbara Brooke, the mother of Lord Peter Brooke and a Tory politician herself, was a loyal paedophiles’ friend who held senior positions in the NHS in London for many years and knew what was right for the proles. Baroness Brooke became a Fellow of QMUL many years ago, before the Waterhouse-related rush.

Another Fellow of Queen Mary is Baroness Murphy of Aldgate, Prof of Old Age Psychiatry at Queen Mary University of London, 1995-06; Chairman of the Council at St George’s Hospital Medical School, 2009-12. Elaine Murphy was a Health Service General Manager, 1984-90 which included the post of District General Manager for Lewisham and North Southwark Health Authority. That was on the territory of the trafficking gang facilitated by Dafydd’s mates at the Maudsley. Murphy was the first Professor of Psychiatry of Old Age in the UK, at Guy’s. Where Dafydd’s mate the sex therapist Professor Jim Watson found himself. Along with Ed Miliband’s Uncle Harry. Murphy took on non-executive roles after retirement and was Chair of North East London Strategic Health Authority until 30 June 2006. She was a Visiting Professor at Queen Mary University of London, Vice-President of the Alzheimer’s Society and and was a non-executive member of Monitor (Independent Monitor of NHS Hospitals).

Elaine was appointed a Fellow of Queen Mary in 2008. Well Elaine, not only have you never explained why you kept quiet about that trafficking gang in south London with links to Dafydd, but you’ve never explained why EMI care is still so bad in the UK, including in your next of the woods, more than 20 years after you bagged your Chair in the speciality. Neither has Monitor ever done its job properly. Elaine netted a peerage in 2004, the year that Huw Daniel expected to imprison me…

In 1996, the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced, Queen Mary made Roger Henderson QC, a Fellow. Henderson became a Recorder of the Crown Court in 1983 and a Deputy High Court judge in 1987. He was a Governor, London Hospital Medical College, 1989-96; a Member of Council of Queen Mary, 1993-2005 and Chairman of the Council, 1993-96. So Roger probably had a say in making so many paedophiles’ friends Fellows. Then he became a Fellow himself. Furthermore, not only was Roger one of those Governing the London Hospital Medical College when that institution was colluding with the trafficking gang on it’s doorstep, but Henderson was also a Governor at the time of the civil war at the London Hospital which took place over Wendy Savage (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’). Wendy Savage was a friend of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain and knew a great deal about young, dispossessed women becoming pregnant again and again when they didn’t want to be.

Roger Henderson was awarded a Lifetime Achievement Award at the Chambers Bar Awards 2012, which were held at the Hilton Hotel, Park Lane.

In 2012 Operation Pallial was re-investigating the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the Macur Review was underway, which covered the whole scandal up all over again. Tony Francis killed himself in 2012. After Tony Francis killed himself, his wife Sadie told third parties that it was my fault.

The last time that I saw Tony Francis had been some five years earlier when Sadie and Tony were sitting in the cafe of a garden centre in Bangor, where I had gone for a cup of coffee with Ella Fisk. Ella asked me about my publication plans re the north Wales mental health services and I told her that Brown and I were in the process of preparing a manuscript for a volume. Tony stared straight ahead and ignored me. Sadie came up and told me that she was so glad to have heard that my career was going so well and she looked forward to reading our book, even if she was in it.

Tony Francis used to tell his patients that he knew the Windbag when they were both at university in Cardiff. Tony Francis was also a big fan of Dafydd Wigley.

Yma O Hyd!

Oh, my poor old calon breaks when I sing of the heroes of Wales such as Macsen as well as our legends…But my spirit soars when I sing that tribute song to Dr Dafydd Alun Jones that I wrote. Then I entertain everyone with the humorous number about MI5 bugging the Ciosg Talysarn…

Dafydd Iwan

 

Dafydd Iwan also wrote a song about Carlo, taking the piss out of Carlo’s inherited privilege and his dependence upon the position of his father. Read about the career of Dafydd’s Iwan’s son Llion in post ‘A Demand From Gwynedd County Council’. ‘Carlo’ berates Carlo for playing polo ‘with daddy’. When Dafydd Iwan recorded Ciosg Talysarn, Llion was still quite young and the video features Llion as a little boy running around wearing a policeman’s helmet, the theme of the video being the fuckwittery of the police and the security services. Well they weren’t trying very hard to catch you were they Dafydd Iwan, they were far too busy arresting us.

 

I hope that Sadie is enjoying this blog, I’ve been able to say far more on here than any publisher would ever have allowed me to.

 

In 1991, Queen Mary made Professor Lord Peston a Fellow. That was the year in which I and three other witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd et al had our careers ruined and in which Tony and Sadie Francis made two attempts at having me imprisoned after perjuring themselves. Their second attempt took place at the Courts of Royal Justice in The Strand. 1991 was the year in which the North Wales Police investigation into a possible paedophile ring in north Wales/Cheshire opened. Lord Peston was Professor of Economics and the founder of the Department of Economics at Queen Mary University of London (1965-88). He was Robert Peston’s dad.

Other lucky Fellows of Queen Mary, University of London, include: Grocer Heath; Fattersley; Ronnie Waterhouse’s mate Lord Patrick Jenkin; and Dr Gwyn Owain Jones, Director, National Museum of Wales, 1968-77, Professor of Physics, University of London and Head, Department of Physics, Queen Mary University of London, 1953-68. Paedophiles’ friends the lot of them.

 

I’m beginning to understand why he who conducts so many toadying interviews with clapped out politicians of yesteryear who never became PM despite doing as many favours for Dafydd as humanly possible, Professor Peter Hennessey, was given a home at Queen Mary, University of London.

Professor Duncan Tanner, the late Professor of History at Bangor University, passed through the hands of Queen Mary. Duncan knew about Dafydd and the gang and Duncan knew the identities of all the politicians who sheltered Dafydd. Duncan died, suddenly and during a routine minor procedure, in the ‘care’ of Ysbyty Gwynedd in 2010. Just when the paedophiles’ friends were getting really, really desperate and were causing ructions at Bangor University. Duncan was the Director of Research when he died and was working with my colleagues and I. He personally knew Frances Jones, who was one of those who was involved in preparing the ‘evidence’ that was used in an attempt by the paedophiles’ friends to frame and imprison me back in the early 1990s, but whether Duncan knew that I have no idea.

At Duncan’s memorial service, Frances Jones sat behind me with her mates and they were bemoaning the state of Bangor University and maintaining that it was all the result of the ‘research strategy of the Vice Chancellor’. No Frances, the chaos was the result of the sabotage strategy of the paedophiles’ friends.

 

 

Now to someone else Who Knew at the Control Centre that was St George’s. Previous posts have discussed the dreadful Dr Cathy Wilson, society airhead and friend of Prof Geoffrey Chamberlain, who along with her colleagues was concealing a mountain of crap. Cathy was good mates with an endocrinologist at St George’s, Saffron Whitehead and Cathy and Saffron would often meet up during the long hard working day for a coffee or a lunch at a restaurant. According to Saffron’s Linked In profile, she now has a Chair at St George’s. She was just Dr Saffron when I knew her, so she’s obviously behaved herself. Saffron’s Linked In provides the following information:

‘Professor at St George’s Hospital Medical School; BSc Physiology, UCL, 1967-70; PhD, McMaster University, Hamilton, Canada.’

In about 1994, Tony Francis mismanaged the care of one ‘schizophrenic’ young woman at the Hergest so badly that it was fairly clear that he made her condition much worse. One really bizarre thing that he told her was that she suffered from a very extreme form of PMS and he sent her down to UCL to see an ‘expert’ in this, an elderly lady whom I seem to remember was a Professor Ann someone, who sounded quite mad. The elderly lady told Francis’s patient that she had a ‘little bit of schizophrenia’, but very, very severe PMS. The old lady didn’t recommend hormonal treatment but instead maintained that this young woman’s PMS could be managed by a special diet which involved the young woman eating a tin of Ambrosia creamed rice every two hours, as well as her usual grub. The young woman took a supply of Ambrosia everywhere that she went to keep her blood levels of Ambrosia up. She put on about four stones in weight and the Hergest Unit then told her that she needed cookery lessons re preparing healthy meals. So she’d go in the kitchen with an occupational therapy assistant and much time and trouble would be spent calculating calories and nutritional value and weighing out the precise amounts of healthy ingredients and a nice healthy meal would be prepared and consumed. But because the instructions of the mad old bat at UCL also had to be followed, a tin of Ambrosia had to be consumed as well.

This young woman had been sent back home to north Wales by her GP and into the hands of Francis after she had been working with Marco Pierre White in London and claimed to have had some very distressing experiences while in his employment. She was sectioned by the same social worker who unlawfully detained me in 1986, Jackie Brandt and her parents maintained that the law had been broken and that their daughter had been treated in a degrading, insensitive way. They also alleged that after they complained, the mental health services told ‘lie after lie after lie’. Thus a 1980s yuppie was transformed into a paranoid schizophrenic. Who then became homeless after the same social worker, some years later, ordered the police to break the door down to gain entry to her house when she refused to answer the door to the social worker, whom she hated. Her landlord evicted her because of this.

It became clear to the staff just how mad this young woman was when she alleged that Tony Francis arrived at her room late one night when she had been sectioned and exposed himself to her. She gave me full details of this incident, which to my regret I too always put down to her distress. When my lawyers finally got hold of my records – more than 20 years after I first requested them – I read the quite mad things that Tony Francis had written about me, as well as the comments by those at St George’s who were concealing Dafydd et al’s crimes that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that they thought that Tony Francis was as well.

My lawyers had to take Keith Thompson, the Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust, to the High Court – where he was threatened with imprisonment for contempt – before those records were handed over.

Hundreds of people read those records after those comments were written by St George’s staff. Except of course my lawyers and I.

‘There is no evidence that Dr Dafydd Alun Jones ever behaved in any way  unprofessionally.’

Saffron tells us on her Linked In that:

‘For over thirty five years I have been teaching medical students, biomedical students and other health care professionals. I have run an active research team which has been supported by the MRC, Wellcome Trust, Nuffield Foundation and other funding bodies resulting in an extensive bibliography. I have written three endocrinology text books and have a large portfolio of free lance journalism. I have been editor of Physiology News and The Endocrinologist and am currently involved in public engagements activities for the British Endocrine Society. I have featured several times on Woman’s Hour (BBC Radio 4) and recently appeared in a television documentary on BBC 4, the Fantastical World of Your Hormones. Interests and hobbies include tennis, golf, photography and travel.’

Jenni Murray and Jane Garvey: Saffron spent her career in an institution which for years facilitated a paedophile ring on its doorstep and concealed the ring in north Wales with which the south London ring was linked. Saffron was a good friend of one of the people who was instrumental in facilitating/ concealing the abuse.

Linked In states that Saffron is a School Governor at Oak Lodge School and in 2013 was a Volunteer for the Shaw Trust, ‘helping the unemployed get back to work’…

 

When I was supposed to be doing a PhD at St George’s under the supervision of Cathy Wilson and Malcolm Pearce, not only would Cathy just not mentor me or help me in any way, but it became obvious that she had no experience at all in one of the key experimental techniques that I was supposed to be using ie. organ baths. After realising that I was on my own with this PhD and had a mad, unpleasant supervisor into the bargain, I tracked down someone in the University of Glasgow who had much experience in organ baths – using the umbilical artery as well, which was what I was trying to do –  and she invited me up to meet her and spend a week learning. She was really nice and very helpful, but one thing I remember her telling me was that she couldn’t bear the social snobbery which prevailed in Glasgow Medical School. She had recently got married to a man who had set up his own small business on the back of his redundancy package – he had previously been a miner. One of her Top Doc colleagues had said to her when she got engaged ‘surely you can do better for yourself than an ex-miner’. Which was the sort of thing that Cathy Wilson would have said.

Glasgow Medical School is charged with providing ‘expertise’ to some of the most disadvantaged people in Europe. After years of the Top Docs developing their research interests in health inequalities, the life expectancy for the most disadvantaged Glaswegians is still approx 20 years less than the professional classes who work in Glasgow, but who choose to live somewhere nicer. Such as on the banks of Loch Lomond, like Dr Gwen Jones-Edwards, who left the Hergest Unit in a hurry as the Waterhouse Inquiry approached and who some five years ago had inexplicably became the Clinical Director of Southern General Hospital, the leading centre for neurology/neurosurgery in Europe. Gwen is not even a neurologist, she is merely a former colleague of a branch of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. While Gwen was Clinical Director, Southern General underwent a massive expansion programme, billions was invested and virtually all other medical specialities for Western Scotland were transferred to Southern General as well. See previous posts for more gen on Gwen.

Sir Kenneth Calman, surgeon and oncologist, is a graduate of Glasgow University and spent much of his career there. Calman was Chief Medical Officer of Scotland, 1989-91 and for England and Wales, 1991-97, throughout the police investigations into child abuse in north Wales and the beginning of the Waterhouse Inquiry, when so many witnesses to the crimes of Dafydd et al were found dead and when the gang were busy fitting me and others up. Sir Kenneth was Warden and VC of Durham University, 1998-2006 and was then appointed Chancellor of Glasgow University, a post he still holds. Durham University, like Newcastle University, was choc full of staff who concealed the trafficking gang in the north east which had close connections to Dafydd’s. Professor Eric Sunderland had spent most of his career at Durham before he was appointed Principal of Bangor University in 1984. Eric was an anthropologist. Mo Mowlam studied anthropology and sociology at Durham and later worked at Newcastle University. No wonder Blair appointed Mo N Ireland Secretary, what with all those links between Kincora’ Boys Home and the trafficking gangs in mainland Britain, particularly in north Wales.

Kenneth Calman became VC of Durham University while Mo was N Ireland Secretary. A man called Tony Blair held the nearby constituency of Sedgefield. The region was well-supplied with MPs who were loyal mates of Blair, such as Hilary Armstrong, who’s dad Ernest had used his influence with Tony Crosland back in the 1960s to conceal the gang which later sent staff to join Dafydd et al in north Wales.

The MP for the City of Durham, 1987-2005, was Gerry Steinberg. Steinberg grew up and went to school in Durham. He gained a Teachers Certificate at Sheffield College of Education (now Sheffield Hallam University) and later a DipEd of Backward Children (now called SEN) at Newcastle Poly. Steinberg started teaching at Hexham Camp School in 1966, then moved to Elemore Hall in County Durham in 1969. From 1975-87 he was at Whitworth House Special School in Spennymoor where he became Head Teacher. He joined the Labour Party in 1969 and became election agent for Durham MP Dr Mark Hughes in 1973. In May 1975 Steinberg was elected to Durham City Council. He was secretary of the Labour Group on the city council from 1981 to 1987 and Co-Leader of the Council from 1983-87. Gerry Steinberg was married to another teacher, Margaret.

The children targeted by the gang in the north east were frequently SEN children.

Brown’s mum and dad came from County Durham. Brown’s mum went to Durham University and his dad went to what is now Newcastle University. Brown’s mum grew up in Spennymore. I have previously blogged about Col Brown’s death which Brown and I realised was suspicious, but although Brown’s mum was older than his dad when she died, I have now been told that her death is worth asking questions about as well. Before she died, Brown’s mum had an emergency buzzer fitted in her house which raised an NHS alert if she needed help. She kept telling Brown that the buzzer didn’t work, but Brown thought that she was lonely and perhaps was telling him that to get him down to Somerset to look at the buzzer. She was found dead in her bed shortly after. No reason, she just died.

I have now been told that Mrs Brown’s buzzer did work, but that it was not being answered… Mrs Brown died just after I finished my PhD, when Tony Francis et al were getting so vexed about the prospect of Brown and I publishing the full story regarding my experiences with the mental health services.

Sir Kenneth Calman is an SNP supporter and had served as an adviser to the Scottish Gov’t. He Chaired the Calman Commission on devolution. See previous posts for further information on Kenneth.

Sir Ken is the father of Radio 4 favourite, Funnywoman Susan Calman, who’s act is centred around jokes about her being a short plump Glaswegian lesbian who lives with her cats and has self-esteem problems. Before Susan Calman went into comedy she worked as an international lawyer. When Susan appears on the ‘News Quiz’ and such, she usually gets in a few comments to emphasise that unlike many other Radio 4 comedians, she is not posh and ex-Footlights.

Sir Ken knew about the crimes of this man, who visited Bryn Estyn, many years before they were admitted publicly:

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Another daughter of a Top Doc rose to stardom at about the same time as Susan Calman, but in the field of rock music rather than comedy – Cerys Matthews. Cerys’s dad was a Top Doc in the Cardiff area and when he was older he relocated to west Wales. Both areas hosted paedophile/trafficking rings linked with Dafydd’s gang in north Wales. The gang in west Wales thrived when Ioan Bowen Rees was County Secretary of Dyfed. Ioan Bowen Rees was later appointed Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council and while he was in post, the gang which was already there expanded. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Gwynedd Social Services (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’). Ioan Bowen Rees was the dad of Gruff Rhys, who found international stardom with his band Super Furry Animals, during those years in the run up to the Waterhouse Report, when Sir Ken was CMO. Cerys became famous then as well. Se post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ for information on all those stars who made up the Cool Cymru phenomenon, which reached it’s zenith when the Waterhouse Report was published. Blair was PM and he used ‘Cool Britannia’, of which Cool Cymru was a part, to promote Britain. The Minister with responsibility for this was Derek Fatchett, who died suddenly and unexpectedly of a massive heart attack at a relatively young age, in 1999. Just before the Waterhouse Report was published. Derek Fatchett had been the MP for Leeds Central before Hilary Benn and knew a great deal about Jimmy Savile, the paedophile ring in the region with links to Dafydd and the gang, police corruption etc. Fatchett began his Journey as a ‘bearded Marxist’ but made friends with the Windbag who knew Tony Francis from university and thus Fatchett came over all modernising (see post ‘Badlands’).

 

Before Amy Winehouse died, because her lifestyle was so excessive, her mates were concerned that she would peg out and they kept telling her not to join the 27 Club, which I understand is a reference to the rockers who died at the age of 27. Amy did of course join the 27 Club. Presumably middle aged politicians have the ‘New Labour Fatal Heart Attack Club’, which has as members the following:

John Smith
Winehouse looking to the side

 

Derek Fatchett
Winehouse looking to the side

 

Robin Cook
Winehouse looking to the side

 

Amy Winehouse recorded songs including ‘In my Bed’, ‘You Sent Me Flying’, Help Yourself’ and ‘You Know I’m No Good’. A DVD was entitled ‘I Told You I Was Trouble’ and she sang cover versions of ‘It’s My Party’, ‘The Wanted’ and ‘Ghost Town’.

 

Cerys Matthews began training as a psychiatric nurse, but the little songster left and took up busking instead. Like Jo Brand, who gives the Posh Boys A Bollocking on ‘Have I Got News For You’, who worked as a psych nurse (and is married to one), Cerys doesn’t talk that much about her time as an Angel. Jo worked as an Angel in Cefn Coed, a rather troubled psych hospital at Swansea, which has just been the centre of some rather bad publicity after an Angel killed herself because, it is alleged, of ferocious workplace bullying at the hands of her colleagues.

Swansea University and the NHS in that area have strong links with Bangor University and the north Wales NHS and there is traffic in staff between the two institutions. Edwina Hart, the former Welsh Gov’t Heath Minister, was perceived to be batting for Swansea by Top Docs in north Wales who were so angry about this that they were telling their patients to write to the Welsh Gov’t and complain. Which I thought was a little odd, because I gave Edwina Hart enough evidence to have those bastards arrested but she refused to act on it. But then if it wasn’t for Carlo, Dafydd Iwan and his associates would have been removed from their well-remunerated positions and some of them would have gone to prison.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

‘Dr Dafydd Alun Jones has a bed for you in his detox unit.’

‘I don’t want to go to rehab, No, No, No.’

 

Lucille Hughes

 

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Despite the young woman at Glasgow University being so helpful regarding the organ baths, after one visit to Glasgow, Cathy Wilson produced one of her friends to mentor me. Who didn’t scream abuse at the research staff and throw things around the lab like Cathy did, but she was married to Ian Smedley, the Head Technician of the Pharmacology Dept at St George’s and she was well-networked into the London paedophiles’ friends. The equipment that I was using to conduct my experiments was sited in the Pharmacology Dept. The temperature regulation system broke down and despite me reporting it several times, it was never repaired. So I stopped the experiments and Cathy hurled abuse at me for being lazy and told me to start work again. Still the temperature regulation mechanism wasn’t fixed, although old Smedley would drop by and put his hand on my knee regularly – he did this to the female medical students as well, it was why they didn’t like him. So I was forced to work with broken equipment. After two days of this, Patrick Vallance, one of the physicians and pharmacologists who was also involved in my project, found out that I was working with broken equipment, gave me a bollocking and never spoke to me again. A medical student with whom I was friends heard Patrick Vallance telling other pharmacologists not to work with me.

After making his name as a stern critic of the pharmaceutical industry and it’s scams, some years ago Professor Patrick Vallance sent shock waves through medicine when he left academia to take up a senior position with Big Pharma. Patrick was President, R&D, of GSK, 2012-18. Since March 2018, Patrick has been the Chief Scientific Adviser to the UK Gov’t.

As someone who was a student at St George’s and who then spent years working there, Patrick knew about the crime which was being concealed at that institution and he will have known about the research fraud there.

When I knew him, Patrick was big mates with the pharmacologist Salvador Moncada, now Sir Salvador. Patrick told me that Salvador was ‘brilliant’ and ‘Spanish’, which was what the whole of London and medicine was told about Moncada. Salvador Moncada is actually a former guerilla leader who was kicked out of El Salvador when he was much younger for terrorist activities – some of Savador’s targets were innocent civilians caught up in the civil war – who, for reasons which I have not yet uncovered, was invited to London by a Top Doctor mate of his and was sponsored by the Royal College of Surgeons to begin a new life as a world-leading pharmacologist. Salvador was writing papers within weeks, although he couldn’t speak English. Brown has observed that somebody else has obviously been writing Moncada’s papers for years, but who it is we do not know. Moncada was expected to win a Nobel prize a few years ago but missed out. His friends told the media that Salvador didn’t make a fuss because he’s a true gent. If he had have made a fuss, it is highly likely that someone in El Salvador might have noticed who the lucky prize winner was, although I presume that Moncada was given a new ID when he arrived in Britain all those years ago…

For the lowdown on Moncada and Patrick Vallance, see post ‘The Trabant That Wants To Be A Ferrari…’

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His mate, the Big Cheese:

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Before I went up to Glasgow to stay with the physiologist/pharmacologist who had Married Beneath Her, I had met a few more Scottish medical researchers. In 1987, I applied for a job with a team of neurologists at Edinburgh University. I was invited for an interview and although the interview took place in the vet school at Edinburgh University, it was actually some Top Doctors who were leading the research. The work was taking place in the vet school because the experimental work was being conducted on cats. They even had a special operating theatre for the cats who were used for the work. The research wasn’t actually directly linked to the work that Professor Colin Blakemore had been involved with which had resulted in him receiving death threats and in attempts to blow him up (see previous posts), but Blakemore will have definitely known the cats people at Edinburgh. While I was with them, I concluded that the work was interesting scientifically, but as many were saying about Blakemore’s work at the time, it couldn’t be justified and neither could the sacrifice of the cats. However I got on well with the interviewing panel and they indicated that I was going to be offered the job – so I went home worrying about how I was going to say no without causing offence.

I needn’t have worried. I didn’t hear from them within days as promised, so after a few weeks, I contacted them. They were very apologetic and told me that I hadn’t got the job and that they’d written to me the day after my interview.

Many weeks later, I received the rejection letter, which was dated the day after the interview, looked as though it had done a few rounds in a boxing match and furthermore had been obviously opened and resealed.

 

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Many years later, when my lawyers extracted the first batch of my medical records, there were notes written by Alun Davies and Laurie Wood, the then manager of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, describing the unlawful methods that they were using to track my home addresses throughout the late 1980s and 90s. These methods included asking one of their friends at St George’s to access confidential data to find out my home address as well as asking people to intercept my mail.

My mail was intercepted years later when I worked at Bangor University. My lawyer was writing to me at the University, after the mail left by the postie in the box in my garden disappeared on two occasions. When I picked up my post from my University pigeon hole, every letter from my lawyer had already been opened. So I asked my lawyer to write to me at a friend’s address. Every letter was opened and resealed by the time that it arrived at my friend’s address. One day I caught the postie as he was arriving – a letter from my lawyer had already been opened and resealed by the time that he handed it to me.

 

Earlier posts have discussed the wide variety of people who befriended me, Brown and other witnesses to Dafydd and the gang’s wrongdoing whom I have now been told were members of the security services, who had placed us under surveillance. Some of those people simply hassled us from day one, but others posed as our friends and then caused havoc and bled us dry.

One such person was Hilda King, with whom I shared a flat in Sellincourt Road, Tooting when I worked at St George’s. Hilda became my friend and months later turned on me, got nasty for no apparent reason and made me homeless. Before she did that however, Hilda was tremendously entertaining. Hilda was an Angel at Friern Barnet, the asylum in north London which by then was gradually closing down. She told me about the abuse of patients which she had witnessed, how she reported it to her nursing tutors and how she was withdrawn from the placement but no action was taken against the abusers. Hilda told me about the en masse shagging between the Top Docs and the Angels and fessed up that she had been involved with a man called Dr Pilgrim.

Hilda came from Liverpool and told me that she knew a nursing tutor up there who ‘knows Denbigh hospital and said it is terrible’. Hilda was one of those who enjoyed ringing Denbigh, presenting them with ludicrous situations and listening to them flounder.

Then there was the man who lived in the house on one side of us whom we would hear beating his girlfriend up and the family on the other side which featured a completely toxic woman who assaulted her kids and her husband almost daily. All of this on the patch of one of London’s finest teaching hospitals, where the local GPs held academic posts at St George’s and trained GPs. The local social services and NHS were facilitating a trafficking gang and everyone working in health and care knew it. Down the road at Streatham was Ambleside Avenue, the brothel owned by Cynthia Payne, which achieved notoriety when it was raided because the clients within included a peer, a bishop, lawyers and police officers. Top Docs from St George’s were also found in the brothel during the raids but that was never mentioned in the media. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’.

The Principal of St George’s, Sir William Asscher, had spent his previous career in Cardiff, among those who concealed the child molesting of the Speaker of the House, Thatcher’s friend George Thomas aka Lord Tonypandy. Asscher arrived at St George’s from Cardiff two years after the Prof of Paediatrics at St George’s, Oliver Brooke, was jailed in 1986 for the possession of child porn. In 1987 Brooke was released early on appeal by Lord Chief Justice Geoffrey Lane in May 1987. Brooke was a key player in a pan-European paedophile gang.

Cynthia’s brothel was used as a networking opportunity between professional people, some of whom were not only interested in sex with adults.

Hilda told me much about her family in the north east of England. She maintained that they were all rather crazy and hadn’t been able to look after her and her sister very well. Hilda’s sister came to stay with us and was as entertaining as Hilda. I was told many stories about Avril, a cider drinker who was having an affair with Hilda’s dad. Avril had a daughter called Tracy, who laced Avril’s cider with corn remover in an attempt to poison Avril. Avril tasted the cider and said ‘ee this cider tastes like corn remover’ but she still drank it. Brown and me knew people who did this sort of thing when we were teenagers in Somerset, so I thought that the Avril stories were hilarious. Then there was the man whom Hilda’s mum was having an affair with, Mr Womack, who lived with his mother, so they were known to Hilda and her sister as ‘Womack and Womack’.

 

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Mr Womack was, according to Hilda and her sister, a molester and dishonest. Mr Womack worked as a postman…

 

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If Hilda was working undercover, I have no way of knowing how much of what she told me was true or even if her sister really was her sister. However, they had obviously been designed to be suitable people to befriend me and who took the piss out of the sort of things and people that I did.

I shared a house with Hilda in 1989. So MI5 knew exactly what was going on at St George’s, at Friern Barnet and what the Top Docs and social services were ignoring/colluding with. MI5 also knew that Dafydd’s gang were trying to kill me and Brown.

It won’t have escaped MI5’s notice that all these years later, I am in hiding, having fled Wales, after it simply became too dangerous for me to stay there any longer. Dafydd is still on the medical register and is Chairing CAIS, the biggest substance abuse charity in Wales.

This can never, ever be excused or justified.

 

Yesterday, Mark Drakeford, who hopes to become Wales’s FM when Carwyn stands down in December, announced that when he becomes FM, the Welsh Gov’t will give ‘baby boxes’ to all new parents in Wales. Mark Drakeford is a former social worker who worked in Dyfed when Dyfed Social Services facilitated a paedophile ring. Drakeford also worked as a youth worker in Cardiff, when everyone was keeping schtum about George Thomas and others. Drakeford was Rhodri Morgan’s adviser on health and social care while Rhodri ignored the havoc in the north Wales NHS/social services. Drakeford was Health Minister when the Tawel Fan Scandal exploded in his face (see post ‘The Tawel Fan Scandal’). No-one was disciplined as a result of Tawel Fan, except for the nurse who blew the whistle, who was sacked and struck off. Some of those who were filmed abusing the patients on Tawel Fan Ward were subsequently caught abusing patients on Bryn Hesketh, another EMI ward (see previous posts).

I’m sure that for low income parents, a baby box with a few basics in it is a nice little goodie, but a functioning health and welfare system is much more important. The Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board is in special measures because the mental health services and maternity services were deemed to be dangerous. Mothers and babies were among those who died.

Drakeford, you are an idiot.

 

This morning it has been announced that complex heart surgery at St George’s Hospital has been stopped after the death of five patients as a result of the ‘toxic’ relationships between the surgeons there. So why are people only being warned now? When Oliver Brooke was jailed, people stated that they would not take their children to St George’s. They were reassured by St George’s and the Gov’t that there was absolutely no problem, Brooke was a one-off and anyway he never abused patients. Brooke was not a one-off, his mates were all still there running the pan-European gang of which he was a leading member and I do not believe that Brooke never targeted his patients. Brooke’s offices at St George’s contained thousands and thousands of child porn pics. I knew the technician who found them – every cupboard in several offices was crammed full. No-one was ever told that, the impression given was that Ollie just had six or seven naughty pictures.

I always wondered why Jackie, the technician who found Brooke’s collection, wasn’t hounded out of her job in the way that I was. Then I remembered something the other day. Jackie kept having miscarriages. The obstetricians at St George’s ‘looked after’ her and just couldn’t find out what the problem was or why those miscarriages kept happening…

 

It’s OK everyone, the problems in the heart surgery unit at St George’s were identified and the rest of the hospital is fine, even though it is in special measures and has been for some time. Only five patients have died as a result of the crazed Top Docs. Honestly, only five of them. And they probably didn’t matter anyway, they won’t have been private patients and they might even have lived at Garrett Lane, as did the patient when I worked at St George’s who was described by a Top Doc as being ‘from a really scummy family in Garrett Lane’.

MI5: When the NHS has been completely colonised by serious organised crime, it is not a good idea to lie to the public to save the reputation of the NHS. It is a stupid, dangerous, lethal path to follow. By the time that Brown and I were 24 years old we could have given you the evidence that would have imprisoned Dafydd, D.G.E. Wood, Tony Francis, Sadie Francis and a few of their accomplices. Instead, although you were filming and recording what was going on, you stood to one side and watched as they destroyed our reputations and lives, as well as those of the other witnesses….

As they used to say on Roobarb and Custard: 30 years later, ‘they stood back and gawped at the mess’.

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Theresa May, the UK’s PM, served as a Councillor for Merton, 1986-94. St George’s serves the Merton area.

 

BBC News Wales Online reported that ‘job cuts’ at prisons are to blame for the ‘drugs epidemic’. Europe’s largest prison, HMP Berwyn, located at Wrexham, was opened in Feb 2017 and has a major drugs problem. The UK Gov’t has recently ‘invested’ millions in a prison building programme. HMP Berwyn has filled up with Empowered Service Users and addicts, which was exactly what the Gov’t was told would happen. David Hanson, Leanne Wood and Hywel Williams begged for that prison because they believed that it would ‘regenerate the economy’. Prison’s don’t do that, but David, Leanne and Hywel wouldn’t listen.

 

Glyn Davies, the Tory MP for Montgomeryshire, has said that the proposal to cut the number of MPs in Wales is ‘undemocratic’, although he acknowledged that some members of the public don’t like MPs. Why ever would that be Glyn? Glyn was a pal of Emlyn Hooson and his wife Lady Shirley. Lord Emlyn for many years was the Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire. Emlyn was a barrister who concealed organised abuse for the whole of his career. Emlyn and Shirley were good mates with Lord and Lady Waterhouse.

I heard more about the proposed Boundary Commission changes that will remove the constituencies of more than a few MPs on the radio last night. Glyn might be worried, but it is the Labour Party who will suffer most, they will lose 30 seats. Including Jeremy Corbyn’s. That’s a bit of a coincidence isn’t it? Mind you, Thatch abolished the GLC to get rid of Red Ken and he rocked up in the Commons. Radio 4 made a reference to the ‘independent’ Boundary Commission. That’ll be as independent as the Boundary Commission that was Chaired by Ronnie Waterhouse, or the one that was Chaired by the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland which ensured that Clwyd County Council turned into a pumpkin in 1996, days after the Jillings Report was published, which confirmed that children in the care of Clwyd Social Services had been horrifically abused since the Council was established in 1974 and that there was a ‘culture’ of organised child abuse in north Wales stretching back to before WWII.

That was in the days of Professor Wynn Humphrey Davies and Huw Daniel’s proud father Professor J.E. Daniel, who was an Inspector of Schools and a theologian. Professor J.E. Daniel’s fellow founder of Plaid, Ambrose Bebb, was the grandfather of Guto Bebb, the Tory MP for Aberconwy, who has been mouthing off in the media recently regarding Brexit (see post ‘A Discovery Of Witches’). See previous posts for more info on Guto.

Operation Pallial was proud to announce the conviction of another historical sex offender from north Wales. The news report mentioned that he was ‘quite young’ when he committed the (small) number of offences. He shouldn’t have done it and I’m sure that it wasn’t a pleasant experience for whoever was on the receiving end, but lest everyone’s forgotten, Dafydd, Lucille Hughes, Dr Peter Higson, D.G.E Wood, Dr Sadie Francis, Grace Lewis-Parry, Huw Daniel, Mark Drakeford and many, many more ignored and concealed the mass abuse of children when they were grown adults holding professional positions. They are all free and living affluent lives.

 

In my post ‘A Legend Lives’, I reported that Sir Norman Bettison, a senior officer who was involved with the Hillsborough disaster and then went on to become the Chief Constable of Merseyside and then of West Yorkshire, had been told that all charges against him in relation to Hillsborough have been dropped. It has now been reported that another police officer involved with Hillsborough, David Duckenfield, will face a trial on 95 charges of gross negligence leading to manslaughter. Presumably Duckenfield doesn’t have as many mates in the highest echelons as does Bettison. After all, Sir Norman was Chief Constable of two of the forces which colluded with the North Wales Police for years with regard to the serious organised crime which stemmed from a trafficking gang who murdered witnesses.

 

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After blogging about Hilary Benn and his links to those we know and love in my post ‘Badlands’, I mentioned that if I had time I’d blog about two of those who had helped Hilary’s career. The two people whom I was thinking of are Richard Corbett and Ian McCartney.

Richard Corbett shares Hilary’s constituency office in Leeds. Richard Graham Corbett is the MEP for Yorkshire and Humber and the Labour Leader in the European Parliament. Corbett represented Merseyside West, 1996-99, (under the system that predated the present proportional representation regional system); he then represented Yorkshire and the Humber, 1999-2009 and Yorkshire and the Humber again after being re-elected in 2014.

So Richard Corbett was elected as MEP for Merseyside West in the year that William Hague announced the Waterhouse Inquiry and Corbett remained in the seat for most of the duration of that Inquiry. Dafydd and the gang’s empire included Merseyside (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’) and they were colluding with Liverpool City Council, including members of Militant. John Hamilton, the Leader of Liverpool City Council when Derek Hatton was Deputy Leader and havoc prevailed in Liverpool, was seriously injured in a house fire in Jan 2000, the month before the Waterhouse Report was published. John Hamilton knew about Dafydd’s influence on Merseyside and the crime empire. Hamilton had a particular interest in schools/education. See post ‘I Warn You…’ for further information about John Hamilton.

Corbett is Vice-Chair of the European Movement in the UK and sits on the executive committee of the Labour Movement for Europe. 

Between January 2010 and February 2014, Corbett was an adviser to the first full-time and long-term President of the European Council, Herman Van Rompuy. In this capacity and as a frequent writer and commentator on European affairs, on 14 Nov 2012 Corbett was voted by a panel of retired diplomats, journalists, academics and think-tankers as the fourth most influential Briton on EU policy, ahead of the PM and the High Representative of the EU for Foreign Affairs and Security Policy, Baroness Ashton. 

When Catherine Ashton was appointed as the EU’s first High Representative of the Union for Foreign Affairs and Security Policy in Nov 2009, some elements in the right wing UK media were fuming about the power that a virtually unknown woman had been given without most of the UK public even being aware of this. The anger was constructed by some as the ranting of Little Englanders, but they did have a point. Very few people in the UK knew who Ashton was, they had definitely not elected her and they had very little idea of the enormous influence that she would be wielding. Huge swathes of the UK public take little interest in the European Parliament, the turnout in EU elections is low and furthermore the structures of the EU Parliament are really only fully understood by the few people who’s work is linked to the EU Parliament.  Since I began researching for this blog, I have become acutely aware of just how many MEPs were involved in colluding with Dafydd and the linked gangs – pan-European trafficking gangs. That should worry everyone. There has been much publicity given to the European ‘gravy train’, but there are public figures who assisted trafficking gangs who have sat, or are sitting, in the EU Parliament wielding huge power.

Consider this:

Woy Jenkins, President of the European Commission, 1977-81; Leon Brittan, Vice-President of the European Commission, 1999; The Windbag, Vice-President of the European Commission, European Commissioner for Administrative Reform, 1999-04; Baroness Glenys Windbag, Labour MEP, 1994-09; Beata Brookes, Conservative MEP, 1979-89.

These are just five people who over decades concealed the organised abuse of children and vulnerable people and were personal friends of many others who did so. There are many more sitting in the EU Parliament with biographies just as shameful.

As for Catherine Ashton, she has passed through many of the bodies which were peopled by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing variety, including Bedford College, London; CND, 1977-83; Central Council for Education and Training in Social Work, 1983; National Council for One Parent Families. Ashton Chaired the Health Authority in Hertfordshire, 1998-2001. Blair gave Ashton a peerage in 1999, just before the publication of the Waterhouse Report.

In June 2001 Ashton was appointed a junior Minister in the DES. In 2002 Ashton became Minister responsible for Sure Start in the DES. In north Wales, Sure Start was used as a recruiting ground for tame social work students – all those vulnerable young women who genuinely wanted to work in the caring professions, but who’s difficult personal histories were known to the paedophile gang and their friends and were used to threaten them into silence once they qualified…

Baroness Ashton was a Minister in the DES when there was an attempt to strike me off the teaching register after the paedophile gang tried to frame me for ‘threatening to kill’ an NHS manager. The charges were withdrawn on the first day of the trial and I was instead convicted of the lowest category of a public order offence – for telling the secretary of Alun Davies, the NHS manager in question, that he was a fat idiot. See post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’. A junior Minister – not Ashton – cleared my name and he was then named in the media as having ‘allowed paedophiles’ to remain on the teaching register no less. The DES subsequently wrote to me telling me that if I ever wanted to teach again I’d have to be passed as being ‘medically fit’ to do so. For not being a paedophile and having not been convicted of threats to kill on the basis of the perjury and conspiracy of those who would be trusted with deciding whether I was now ‘medically fit’….

In September 2004, Baroness Ashton was appointed a junior Minister in the Dept for Constitutional Affairs, with responsibilities including the National Archives and Public Guardianship Office. Ashton was sworn of the Privy Council in 2006 and she became a junior Minister at the new Ministry of Justice in May 2007. By which time I was once more being arrested for ludicrous reasons at the behest of the paedophiles’ friends, who were also threatening me and other witnesses in public. There was no investigation into any of it.

In 2006 Cathy Ashton won the ‘Politician of the Year’ award at the annual Stonewall Awards, made to those who had a positive impact on the lives of British LGBT people. This was a woman who had by now done many favours for a paedophile/trafficking gang who targeted underaged boys in particular.

On 28 June 2007, PM Gordon Brown appointed Ashton to the Cabinet as Leader of the Lords and Lord President of the Council. One function of the Lord President of the Council is to act as the visitor for Bangor University. So Ashton was in that role when chaos was breaking out at Bangor, with obvious attempts to undermine the then VC, accompanied by plots to plant fallacious stories about him in the media and to frame him for a criminal offence, to ensure that ‘he went’.

A close friend of the then VC of Bangor University was the junior Minister who, some five years before, had cleared my name.

So Cathy and Gordon, what was going on? I have 10,000 documents with me demonstrating serious organised crime, people died unnecessarily at the hands of the Top Docs who had facilitated the paedophile gang in north Wales/Cheshire and innocent people were having their careers and lives ruined.

I think that Blair and Gordon might need more than a meal at The Granita to extract them from this heap of crap.

Catherine Ashton is married to Peter Kellner, President of YouGov, who is always mouthing off in the ‘New Statesman’.

Ashton was instrumental in steering the EU’s Treaty of Lisbon through the UK Parliament’s upper chamber. In Jan 2017 she was appointed as the Chancellor of Warwick University, the University’s first female Chancellor. I would like to think that Cathy was also Warwick’s first Chancellor to have assisted organised abuse, but she isn’t. Warwick has a long tradition of such Events, dating back as far as the appointment of the first Chancellor, Viscount Cyril Radcliffe, who came from Denbighshire (see post ‘Comedies Of Menace’).

 

Here’s Catherine Ashton with a big admirer of David Miliband, one of Uncle Harry’s nephews:

 

You’d better keep Bill under lock and key, Hillary, Rachel Webb is in hot pursuit (see post ‘Badlands’)….

Hilary Benn’s colleague Richard Corbett was born in Southport, Lancashire, to parents from Wales and London. He attended the primary Farnborough Road School in Southport. When his father was offered a post as a statistician at the World Health Organisation, the family moved to Geneva and Corbett attended the International School of Geneva (attended at the time mostly by children from UN Agencies in Geneva).

Corbett then studied at Trinity College, Oxford, where he was the Secretary of the Labour Club and Chairman of the Oxford Committee for Europe. He co-ordinated the Oxford student ‘Yes’ campaign in the 1975 EEC referendum.  

Corbett later did a PhD in political science at Hull University. A number of the current generation of Labour politicians went to Hull University, come of whom were active in Labour politics there, such as Tom Watson and David Hanson. Tom is someone who knows a great deal about Dafydd’s empire (see previous posts). David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn in north Wales and was a Cheshire County Councillor when Dafydd and the gang were operating through the Social Services in north Wales and Cheshire. David is married to Margaret Hanson, who was also a Cheshire Councillor, as well as a family and children’s social worker for Cheshire Social Services. She is now the Vice-Chairman of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board. David Hanson was appointed as Blair’s PPS in 2001, once the Waterhouse Report was safely published and the initial outcry over the cover-up had died down. See post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part II’ for more details regarding David Hanson and other posts for accounts of Margaret’s excesses.

There was of course a trafficking ring operating in the Yorkshire region for many years. The sort of students at Hull who were active in politics would probably have known at least something about it, even if they didn’t realise the enormity of what was going on.

 

Richard Corbett’s activities in the European Students at Oxford led on to him being elected first to the youth board of the European Movement in Britain; then to the International Presidency of the youth wing of the European Movement and of the Union of European Federalists, the Young European Federalists (JEF), a post which Corbett held from 1979 to 1981.

Corbett was Secretary-General of the European Co-ordination Bureau of International Non-Governmental Youth Organisations, 1977-81, representing youth organisations in the Council of Europe’s European Youth Foundation and European Youth Centre. Corbett also helped to set up the European Youth Forum and represented Western European youth organisations in negotiations with Eastern European organisations pursuant to the Helsinki Treaty (as well as at the World Festival of Youth in Havana in 1978 along with Charles Clarke and Mandy). Corbett worked with Altiero Spinelli MEP on the latter’s proposal for a draft treaty establishing a European Union, adopted by the European Parliament in 1984.

Before being elected as an MEP, Corbett worked in the voluntary sector and as a civil servant, later becoming a policy adviser to and then Deputy Secretary General of the Socialist Group in the European Parliament. He worked on drafting the parts of the treaties of Maastricht and Amsterdam that increased the powers of the Parliament.

In 1992, Corbett was made Ambassador of Goodwill of the US State of Arkansas, by its then Governor Bill Clinton.

Corbett was a member of the European Parliament’s Constitutional Affairs Committee and the spokesman for the Labour Party, as well as the whole of the wider Group of the Party of European Socialists, on European constitutional affairs. In 2006, Corbett was elected Deputy Leader of the European Parliamentary Labour Party, which he remained until the end of his period as an MEP.

In 2003, Corbett’s proposals to re-write the European Parliament’s Rules of Procedure were largely accepted. In 2004–2005, Corbett was the co-rapporteur (with Inigo Mendez de Vigo) for Parliament on the Treaty establishing a constitution for Europe. This report formed the basis of Parliament’s official position on the treaty, which Corbett was invited to present to several national parliaments.

In 2005, Corbett was appointed as Parliament’s negotiator (along with Joseph Daul MEP) to broker a new system of Parliamentary scrutiny over Commission implementing measures (under the previously much-criticised ‘comitology’ procedure), which led to an agreement among the Council of Ministers, the Commission and the Parliament in 2006 giving Parliament the right to veto quasi-legislative implementing measures. This represented a major increase in Parliament’s powers over the Commission.

In 2007–08, Richard Corbett was again co-rapporteur with Inigo Mendez de Vigo for Parliament on the Treaty of Lisbon, which replaced the constitutional treaty after two member states declined to ratify it and was again rapporteur for a new overhaul of Parliament’s procedures in 2009.

Throughout his career, Richard Corbett has been a strong advocate of EU reform and has a particular interest in improving democratic accountability by continuing to increase the European Parliament’s power within the EU institutional system. Professor Juliet Lodge of Leeds University has named Corbett as one of five ‘movers and shakers’ in the European Parliament who ‘have brought the European Parliament from being a mere talking shop to a legislature with genuine power’.

Richard Corbett is a man who knew/knows about Dafydd’s crime empire, has said nothing but has been a busy bee nonetheless.

Richard Corbett has been critical of UKIP and in June 2004, he drew attention, in The Indie, to UKIP links with the BNP in that year’s local elections: ‘In Yorkshire, where both the BNP and UKIP put up candidates, they appear to have come to an arrangement not to stand against one another’.

I’m not sure if Corbett actually had the evidence that there was such an arrangement between UKIP and the BNP, but Concerned Corbett could have mentioned a few other things going on in Bradford which he chose not to. The organised trafficking gangs which were causing havoc for a start. There has now been much publicity regarding their activities, but the media coverage has concentrated on the role of South Asian men in those gangs. Very much less has been said about the role of the Social Services and police colluding with the gangs and nothing at all has been mentioned about the NHS substantially contributing to the problem.

The mental health services in Bradford are scandalously bad and have been so for a very long time. Things got so acutely embarrassing that a few years ago Bradford drummed up much good PR in a very Dafyddesque manner by stressing that one of their clinical psychologists, Dr Rufus May, was a ‘former schizophrenic’. Rufus was profiled in many media outlets and told the world of how when he was a teenager, he had actually been sectioned and forcibly injected, so he Knew What It Was Like. Brown and I had just begun publishing about the north Wales mental health services when Rufus became famous. I e mailed Rufus but did not receive a reply. Rufus’s website currently promotes every bog standard initiative that is required if one is to nail one’s colours to the mast of Service User Empowerment, including Mindfulness, the research fraud perpetrated by Bangor’s very own Professor Mark Williams when Mark Williams worked with Dafydd and the paedophile gang in the late 1980s (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

I and my friends know Mark Williams Rufus and most of his patients from the 1980s are now dead.

This will really piss Rufus off, but I am friends with two people who spent their whole working lives in Bradford, in FE and HE. I have some knowledge of what passed/passes for mental healthcare in Bradford and it was a north Wales situation. People begging for care and treatment only to be told to piss off after being diagnosed with ‘borderline personality disorder’ and then their dead bodies being found a few months later. At one point my friends were sending me every newspaper clipping regarding the death of a psych patient in the Bradford area and it was certainly impressive.

My friends lived in Shipley – which is where Richard Corbett lives. Their house had a view of the ‘mental health resources centre’, which, like the ‘mental health resources centre’ in Bangor, was usually closed and when it was open was staffed by people who didn’t give a stuff about the profoundly desperate people who had been ‘referred’ to them. Bodies of Empowered Service Users were turning up everywhere.

Corbett also kept quiet about the high mortality rate among baby girls from the poorest South Asian families, as well as the forced marriages and even honour killings among certain communities in Bradford. Corbett will have known about it all, although the people who were compiling the terrifying stats in the NHS at Bradford were keeping it as quiet as the local politicians were, because they feared that if the BNP got hold of the data they’d use it to their advantage.

The only politician in the area who dared talk about the sexual abuse of teenagers, the forced marriages and the honour killings was Ann Cryer, the Labour MP for Keighley. Anne Cryer was given a really bad time and accused by the rest of the Labour Party of racism. My friends knew Ann and absolutely assured me that she was not racist, she had just found out what was happening to some young women in certain communities in Bradford and was not prepared to keep quiet. It is now admitted that Ann was quite right to be concerned and furthermore Bradford’s health and social care services have now fessed up to the problems resulting from consanguinity and are offering genetic counselling at last. No-one has yet dared admit that among certain South Asian communities in Bradford – not all of them – there is an inexplicably high rate of infant mortality among girls. These matters could have been addressed without providing fodder to the BNP and without beating the South Asian population over the head with a stick, but as ever fuckwittery prevailed with clueless Top Docs and Angels not knowing what to do.

As for racist conduct, there was one Angel tutor in one institution in Bradford who was subjected to such severe racist bullying by her fellow Angel tutors – on one occasion a picture of a monkey was attached to her door by another Angel – that she sued. The institution didn’t dare admit publicly that they had a major problem with Angels of Race Hate, so the matter was settled by giving the target of the racism a Chair in Nursing, even though she did not have anything like the CV required to achieve success in that role. This Dept of Health and Welfare was so troubled that it was known as Health and Warfare by the rest of Bradford.

The balloon went up in Bradford in 2010 with the conviction of the self-styled Crossbow Cannibal Killer aka Stephen Griffiths. Griffiths murdered and dismembered three Bradford sex workers and the remains of one of them was found in a river near Shipley. The media coverage made much of this man’s status as a criminology PhD student, but there were plenty of clues that he was or had been an Empowered Service User. There was a curious absence of detail regarding that and I wasn’t able to find out the identities of the ‘medical experts’ who gave evidence at his trial either.

I was particularly interested in the Crossbow Cannibal Killer, not only because my friends had by then been telling me for some time about the excesses of the mental health services in the Bradford area, but because Dr Robert Kehoe used to practice as a psychiatrist in the area. Kehoe was one of the ‘experts’ who lied and lied about me, Brown and everyone who made a statement detailing the way in which they had witnessed me being treated by the mental health services in north Wales (see post ‘An Expert In Resistant Service Users’). As an added extra in his ‘report’, Kehoe recommended that the Hergest whistleblower should face disciplinary action for ‘colluding’ with me.

One of Kehoe’s business partners had connections to Dr Tony Roberts, one of Dafydd’s colleagues in north Wales and the man who’s dangerous practice and gross negligence Kehoe had been asked to comment on. Tony Roberts is a graduate of Manchester University, having ‘trained’ there when Dafydd’s mate and mentor Dr Bob Hobson reigned over the mental health services at Manchester (see post ‘The Mentor’).

Robert Kehoe is the former Medical Director of an NHS authority in the Bradford area. He resigned after it was found that one of the Angels had been murdering patients by lethal injection. Kehoe set himself up as an expert witness – he’s got a Harley Street practice as well now – and became involved with Cygnet Healthcare, an American private healthcare company. Kehoe was then appointed as Clinical Director of Cygnet, who are now breaking into the UK mental health market big time. Kehoe is now back working as an NHS psychiatrist in Keighley near Bradford as well.

 

Lest readers think that Corbett might have been too busy in Europe to notice these horrors on the doorstep of his permanent residence in Shipley, I’m happy to inform everyone that Corbett has held a number of offices in the UK Labour Party as well as being busy in Europe. As well as being Deputy Leader and, since October 2017, Leader of the European Parliamentary Labour Party (EPLP), Corbett served on the Regional Board for Yorkshire and the party’s National Policy Forum, a position to which he was re-elected by fellow Labour MEPs in May 2014. He was formerly national Chair of the Labour Movement for Europe and now serves as one of its Labour MEP representatives.

As Leader of the EPLP, Corbett is a member of the NEC of the Labour Party and attends Shadow Cabinet meetings.

Corbett is Vice-Chair of the UK European Movement.

 

Corbett used to live in Saltaire, a village near to Shipley. Corbett helped to campaign for UNESCO World Heritage Status for Saltaire. Saltaire is part of the Shipley electoral ward of the City of Bradford and part of the Parliamentary constituency of Shipley, currently represented by Tory Philip Davies. Philip Davies is very good at angering Labour MPs, particularly female ones. Davies is often to be found demanding things like International Men’s Day when the wimmin are celebrating their own International Day or being obstructive if people are trying to pass legislation protecting women from harassment and suchlike. My Friends In The North told me years ago that Philip Davies was indeed an offensive pain, but Labour wimmin do tend to supply him with ammunition, as do the local authorities on Philip Davies’s home patch, with their combination of corruption and fuckwittery.

Saltaire gaining World Heritage Status may have had something to do with a few other people who lived there as well as Richard Corbett. From 1999 to 2005, Parliamentarians from three chambers all lived in Saltaire – Chris Leslie, a Labour MP in the Commons, Lord Wallace in the Lords and Corbett in the European Parliament.

 

Christopher Michael Leslie has been the Labour Co-operative MP for Nottingham East since 2010. In 2015, between May and September, he served as Shadow Chancellor of the Exchequer in the Shadow Cabinet of Acting Labour leader Harriet. Earlier in his political career, Leslie was the MP for Shipley, 1997-05 and a Minister in the Dept for Constitutional Affairs, from 2001-05. Between 2005 and his 2010 re-election, Leslie worked as the Director of the New Local Government Network think-tank.

Chris Leslie was born in Keighley, near Bradford, attended Bingley Grammar School and then Leeds University, graduating with a Bachelors degree in 1994 and then with an MA in 1996. From 1994 to 1996, Leslie was an office administrator and later a political research assistant in Bradford in 1996–97. He was elected to Parliament a month before his 25th birthday.

Chris Leslie knew about the paedophile/trafficking ring operating in Yorkshire and Savile’s involvement in it, as well as the other health/social care scandals that I have discussed above. 

Leslie gained the seat of Shipley in 1997 when he defeated Marcus Fox, the Chairman of the Conservative 1922 Committee and Shipley’s MP. Marcus Fox was a dreadful old Yorkshire Tory who was elected for Shipley in 1970 and kept quiet about the considerable wrongdoing in Yorkshire by the trafficking ring and their associates. Fox knew Betty Boothroyd from when he was young. Boothroyd, in her capacity as Speaker, silenced Ann Clwyd when in June 1996 Clwyd wanted to raise questions and elicit debate in the Commons about the abuse of children in care in north Wales, in the wake of the Jillings Report (see post ‘The Aftermath Of The Jillings Report – In Parliament’).

Betty Boothroyd’s image is one of a game old bird, the former Tiller Girl who broke a glass ceiling – just like Thatch – by becoming the first women Speaker. Boothroyd actually has done everything possible to protect the most appalling people who have found their way into Parliament, because she clearly prioritised the reputation of Parliament over the lives of the victims of serious crime. It was a really stupid thing to have done Betty and the result is not a pretty sight.

 

Marcus Fox’s political career began when he was elected to Dewsbury Council in 1956. He served as a Whip under Heath and as a junior Minister under Thatch. Fox became Vice-Chairman of the highly influential 1922 Committee in 1983 and Chairman in 1994.

Sir Edward du Cann, the MP for Taunton, was Chairman of the 1922 Committee, 1973-84. Du Cann was a youthful Tory MP when my grandfather was a Tory activist in Somerset. My grandfather always maintained that du Cann was a crook and indeed it became very obvious indeed by the time that du Cann was middle aged that he was one hell of a crook. After du Cann’s criminality bankrupted him, somehow he bounced back, buggered off to Cypus to make a new life and was able to invest money in yet more business ventures. Du Cann’s fortunes took an unexpected upward turn late in life after du Cann, by then just a politician from the past, gave an interview to the ‘Sunday Herald’, which was published on 18 July 1995. Du Cann explained that he was so pissed off with the Tory Party that he was going to speak out, that he ‘had a lot to tell’ and was ‘going to tell it’. At the time that du Cann was making these threatening noises, John Major’s Gov’t was pushing out all the boats to conceal the crap in north Wales, dirty deals had just been done to give Dafydd an offer that he could not refuse to ‘retire’ and the machine had gone into action behind closed doors to plan a rigged Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Du Cann soon decided that he didn’t have anything to tell after all and died decades later, at a very good age, in affluence and comfort. See post ‘Conference At Cold Comfort Farm’.

 

Marcus Fox knew about all the Parliamentary scandals under Heath and Thatch, including those which were concealed until recently, such as the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Sir Peter Morrison’s part in it. When ‘Private Eye’ got hold of the story that Cecil Parkinson had made Sara Keays pregnant, they didn’t publish it but instead published a spoof, which claimed that it was Marcus Fox who had made his mistress pregnant. I always presumed that the Eye had done that for a laugh, but I wonder if they were trying to draw attention to something else…

 

Dafydd had links with the Yorkshire gang and held ‘clinics’ in Yorkshire. As well as holding clinics in Yorkshire, Dafydd was really fleecing someone else in that region. On one occasion, Dafydd was travelling back to Llangefni and he literally stopped at someone’s house for a cup of char – in the past this someone had been a patient of Dafydd’s. Dafydd subsequently sent him a bill for several hundred quid for the ‘consultation’. I do hope that the patient then sent Dafydd an even more enormous bill for the cup of tea.

 

Shipley was the neighbouring seat to Chris Leslie’s hometown of Keighley, another seat taken by Labour from the Conservatives in Blair’s landslide of 1997. It was Ann Cryer who won Keighley for Labour – the Ann who was then subjected to a campaign of hate for her ‘racism’. Ann’s first husband was killed in a road accident in 1994, when she was in the car with him and her second husband died after they had only been married for a year. I have no idea whether the deaths were suspicious, but Ann did receive death threats herself when she took on the paedophile gang and their friends.

Like so many who helped Blair win his landslide in 1997, both Chris Leslie and Ann knew how serious the problem of organised trafficking was. Blair must have been really pissed off that Ann actually campaigned on the subject instead of keeping her mouth shut and praising the Top Doctors.

Chris Leslie found more favour in Parliament than Ann did. He was appointed PPS to paedophiles’ friend and Blair’s former flat mate Charlie Falconer (see previous posts) for a period of more than three years, which says it all. Leslie held his Shipley seat in 2001, but his majority was reduced by a half.

Leslie became a junior Minister in the Cabinet Office in 2001, after the fuss about the Waterhouse Report being a huge cover-up had died down. In 2002, he was appointed Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State to the Office of the Deputy PM – Prezza, who was the MP for Hull East since 2010 and had also been at Ruskin College when Matt Arnold taught there and Peter Howarth was a student. Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth played leading roles in the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang and before that they had been part of the linked gang operating in the north east of England. See post ‘A Study In Tyranny’. Prezza originally came from north Wales. Chris Leslie then moved to spend almost two years as Parliamentary Under-Secretary of State in the Dept for Constitutional Affairs, again working under Charlie Falconer, 2003-05. 

Leslie lost his seat to Philip Davies in 2005. The Labour Party might like to ask themselves why that happened. 

Leslie didn’t stop assisting New Labour just because he was voted out. In 2005, he became the Director of the New Local Government Network, a Blairite think-tank. Leslie led Gordon Brown’s successful and uncontested campaign for the Labour Party leadership in 2007.  

On 14 April 2010, Leslie was selected as the Parliamentary Candidate for Nottingham East in the General Election campaign, after the Labour NEC imposed a shortlist and selection panel following the late resignation of the MP John Heppell, who stepped down due to his wife’s illness.

 

Chris Leslie  was obviously chosen as a safe pair of hands to follow the safe pair of hands which was John Heppell. Heppell was born in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, went to school locally and also completed FE in the north east. He worked for the NCB, 1964-70 and then relocated to Nottingham to work as a fitter. In 1975, Heppell joined British Rail, where he remained until 1989. He was elected as a Councillor to Nottinghamshire County Council in 1981, served as Deputy Leader, 1989-92 and then stepped down from the Council in 1993. He was elected to the Commons in 1992.

So John Heppell will have known of the corruption and wrongdoing in the NHS in Nottingham that I witnessed and was told about when I worked at the Cancer Research Campaign Labs at Nottingham University in the autumn of 1987 as described in previous posts, as well as the idiocy which constituted the Nottingham Satanic Panic (see previous posts). In my post ‘Jennifer’s Diary’ I described how in 1988, my father’s small, ailing workplace in Somerset was for some inexplicable reason purchased by a businessman based in Nottingham whom no-one in Somerset had ever heard of and who ran a business concerned with a different line of work anyway. The employees in Bridgwater were told to face redundancy or move to Nottingham. My father was the only person who did relocate to Nottingham where he worked in difficult conditions which seriously damaged his health. As father was nearly worked to death, other people in Somerset who knew what had happened/was happening to me at the hands of Dafydd and the gang but kept quiet about it became inexplicably very wealthy after bumping into the degenerate adult offspring of people connected to the Tory Party who befriended them (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’).

Ken Clarke was Heath Secretary when Richard Tennant from Nottingham decided that he was going to purchase the business which employed my father. Ken Clarke was concealing all the crap in north Wales – and at St George’s – that I found out about. Ken Clarke was MP for Rushcliffe in Nottingham and before becoming an MP had worked as a barrister in Nottingham. Ken Clarke had many business interests.

A One Nation Tory Who Went Into Battle With The BMA But Was So Fucking Stupid That He Wouldn’t Work With The One Person Who Would Have Given Him The Evidence To Have Some Of Them Imprisoned:

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Now who does that remind me of?

 

Edwina Hart

 

It was when Ken of the One Nation, pints, curries, cigars and Hush Puppies joined the Dept of Health that Brown, I and our friends who were witnesses to events in north Wales found our lives particularly disrupted by all those people whom I have now been told were gifts from the security services. I will be blogging more about them soon.

Hilda the Angel: you’ll be delighted to know I can remember everything about Avril the Cider Drinker, Womack and Womack and many more….

I’m quite sad that Hilda was a member of the security services because before she turned weird and made me homeless, she was very entertaining. Particularly when she rang the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and pretended to be a serial killer. They asked her if she ‘wanted to talk to someone’. Sadly Dafydd could not be found, being busy moonlighting in a private clinic somewhere or other.

 

In 1997, John Heppell was appointed as PPS to Ivor Richard, the then Leader of the Lords. Ivor Richard is a paedophiles’ friend from south Wales who reached high office. Positions occupied by Ivor include the British Ambassador to the UN; European Commissioner for Employment and Social Affairs, 1981-85; Leader of the House and Lord Privy Seal, 1997-98.

In 1985  Richard was appointed Chairman of World Trade Centre Wales Ltd., which tried to attract international investors for Welsh business.  That will have been one of the Tories scams to ‘build business’ in Wales, which, as with the development of Cardiff Bay, will have siphoned billions of pounds of taxpayers’ money into the pockets of a few Tory politicians and their mates (see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’). It was in 1990 that Ivor Richard’s name was included on a list of Labour Party ‘Working Peers’, so presumably that was the work of the Windbag.

Ivor Richard was appointed as Leader of the House by Blair when the Waterhouse Inquiry had just got underway. No wonder the fortunes of Professor Fergus Lowe took such a turn upwards at that time (see post ‘Feet In Chains’) with old Ivor leading the House. Deeply, deeply compromised Ivor…

The Coalition Government (it was a Labour-Plaid Coalition) in the National Assembly for Wales invited Ivor Richard to Chair a Commission on the future powers of the Assembly from 2002. The Report was published on 31 March 2004 and recommended that the Assembly have full primary legislative powers in devolved areas from 2011, a recommendation that was controversial with Wales’ Labour MPs. Not that it matters, most of them are paedophiles’ friends anyway.

 

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John Heppell was appointed as PPS to the Deputy PM Prezza in 1998. He became a member of Blair’s Gov’t following the 2001 General Election when he was appointed as a Lord Commissioner to the Treasury and Gov’t Whip. Heppell was in there in the aftermath of the Waterhouse Report then and remained in post until 2005. Nice work if you can get it Heppell! While you were doing that, I had been forced out of my teaching job, arrested and charged on the basis of the perjury and conspiracy of an NHS manager and eight or nine Angels, lost my house and job while on bail, witnessed the charges against me withdrawn on the first day of the trial, began a PhD and then finished it. Oh, I fitted in a few modules of an MEd as well – 93% in one assignment.

 

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Professor Brian Brown, witness to Dafydd’s wrongdoing who, after writing to Gwynedd Health Authority about this, was the subject of a murder attempt, in daylight in Nottingham City Centre, when Heppell was a Nottingham MP:

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John Hepple:

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All you did Heppell was help Blair conceal a barrel of shit. God how you must all loathe me, what with me making you look so fucking stupid constantly.

Heppell was promoted within the Whips Office, becoming the Vice-Chamberlain of the Household – he really looks the part doesn’t he – following the 2005 General Election. He held this office until June 2007.

Heppell has been married to Eileen Golding since 1974 and they have two sons, a daughter and two grandchildren. Heppell used to have the words love and hate tattooed on his knuckles, but the tattoos have since been removed. It really is unbelievable isn’t it, those we know and love used Brown’s tattoos and piercings as evidence of his undesirability. Brown’s tattoos are Celtic knots etc. Obviously love and hate on one’s knuckles are OK in Cabinet and in the Household but Celtic knots are questionable in a university.

‘I’m a mindless meathead, but it’s OK because I was useful to the Windbag. And then to Tony Blair.’

Here’s an erudite orator in action:

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Oh dear, my brain hurts:

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Heppell is a member of the GMB, having resigned from Prezza’s union in 2002. He is a keen ornithologist. As were my friends when I was an undergrad at Bangor. Including Anne Vernon, who was killed in a car crash after the threats from the Top Doctors came raining down upon my head thick and fast and Pete Jackson, whom I have been told landed a nice little number with the RSPB in return for keeping quiet about what was happening to me.

Ken Clarke is also a birder, as was George Carman QC’s Clerk. Carman was a bent barrister who concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Blair was a pupil barrister of his and Cherie worked in Carman’s Chambers. See posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’.

 

Heppell’s predecessor for Nottingham East was the Tory Michael Knowles. From 1971-1983 Knowles was a member of the Council of the Royal Borough of Kingston-upon-Thames and Leader of the Council, 1974-1983. Professor Hugh Bentall, who spent many years working as a surgeon at Royal Postgraduate Medical School/Hammersmith Hospital participating in the wrongdoing there (see post ‘Interesting Facts’), owned Bentall’s, the upmarket department store in Kingston-upon-Thames. Hugh Bentall ruled the roost at Hammersmith and pretty much ran Kingston-upon-Thames as well. Bentall’s son is Professor Richard Bentall, a clinical psychologist who did his PhD at UCNW (Bangor University) with members of Dafydd’s gang and also worked as an academic at Bangor with them. Richard’s first wife was the daughter of Eifion Jones, who was the Dean of Science at UCNW, while the institution was facilitating Dafydd’s gang. Richard’s former wife trained as an Angel and now works as a complementary therapist and a tutor for the OU.

I imagine that the occasion of the wedding made a gang of old paedophiles and everyone who was sheltering them very happy. In the way that marriages between medieval noble families shored up land, a knot was tied which linked some of the biggest wigs in the corrupt medical establishment in London with the smaller but equally grandiose wigs in north Wales, who were supplying the kids for the friends in high places of the London Top Docs. Just as Mary Wynch began kicking off with her litigation against Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:

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Professor Hugh Bentall:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

Michael Knowles first stood for Parliament for the Labour stronghold of Methyr Tydfil at the Feb 1974 General Election. There was a trafficking gang in south Wales with links to Dafydd et al in north Wales and other gangs across the UK. This celebrity paedophile lived and represented a constituency just down the road at Cardiff at the time:

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In the October 1974 General Election, Michael Knowles was magnetically attracted to another hotbed of child abuse and neglect and fought the seat of Brent East, but was again being defeated. Brent Law Centre was graced by the presence of this Wimmin’s and Children’s Champ:

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Her bloke grew up in Brent and worked at Brent Law Centre as well:

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In 1984 Jasmine Beckford was battered to death while in the care of Brent Social Services.

The MP for Brent South at the time was Laurence Anstice Pavitt, a Labour and Co-Operative Party MP. Pavitt was the national organiser of the Medical Practitioners’ Union, 1956-59. The Top Doctors were deemed to have ‘failed’ regarding Jasmine, along with Brent Social Services. The MP for Brent East at the time of Jasmine’s death was Labour’s Reg Freeson. Mary Turner was a dinner lady who began working in Brent in the 1970s and campaigned tirelessly for Wimmin and Children who had nothing to say about Jasmine’s death which was odd what with Mary being an active trade unionist and a Labour Party activist. Not that remaining schtum about the long slow months of starvation and torture that preceded Jasmine’s death did Mary any harm. She sat on the executive of the GMB and in 1997 became the GMB’s President. Mary bagged a seat on the Labour Party’s NEC in 1996 and became Chair of the Labour Party in 2004.

Mary didn’t have ‘love’ and ‘hate’ tattooed on her knuckles, she had a GMB slogan tattooed on her arm – a permanent commemoration of her and her associates’ callousness and hypocrisy:

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For more on the phenomenon that was Mary Taylor and the heart-felt tributes that were paid to her on the occasion of her death last year, see post ‘Mary Taylor – An Appreciation’.

 

To return to the Shipley contingent. In 2011, Chris Leslie became Shadow Financial Secretary to the Treasury. In October 2013, Leslie was appointed as Shadow Chief Secretary to the Treasury. In May 2015, he was promoted to Shadow Chancellor.

Leslie supported Yvette Cooper in the 2015 Labour leadership election, the wife of his boss since 2011, Ed Balls. Not that Chris Leslie benefited as he had hoped – not only did Yvette not win the leadership, but Ed Balls had lost his seat in the 2015 General Election. Chris must have been really kicking himself, because Jezza won the leadership, after Yvette had been incredibly rude about, as well as to, him. On 12 September 2015, Leslie resigned from the Labour front bench following Jezza’s victory. No problem Chris, a lot of people were very glad to see the back of you and your buddies who threw hissy fits. You lot were the reason why so many people voted for Jezza.

Leslie is a member of the Labour Friends of Israel.

In June 2018 Leslie published a pamphlet through the Social Market Foundation, of which he is a member of the Policy Advisory Board, entitled Centre Ground: Six Values of Mainstream BritainIn August of the same year ‘The Guardian’ reported that ‘many saw the document as laying the intellectual groundwork for a future new [political] party,’. Leslie denied it, although he’s probably hoping that Blair is assembling his troops on the Rhine as I write this.

In February 2005, Chris Leslie married Nicola Murphy, a Spad to Gordon Brown. In which case Chris and Nicola might like to enlighten us all regarding the relationship between Lord Jack McConnell, Jack’s knowledge of what happened to me and other witnesses at the hands of Dafydd and the gang, including my best friend from school who was at Stirling University with Jack  and Jack’s rapid rise to the top of the Scottish Labour Party – all the way to FM, the year after the Waterhouse Report was published. Not bad for a school teacher from Lamlash who had only been an MSP for two years, particularly as Gordon hated Jack’s best mate and mentor, Dennis Canavan (see post ‘Badlands’). Do let us know where Jack found the Holy Grail everyone.

Chris and Nicola got engaged in 2004, which was the year in which there was industrial scale perjury and conspiracy on the part of the NHS and the criminal justice system in an attempt to have me imprisoned.

In April 2016, Nicola Murphy founded Labour Tomorrow, an organisation which funds Labour-connected activists and groups who oppose Jezza as party leader. Oh fuck off Nicola you ruthless bitch.

 

Chris Leslie’s fellow Saltaire resident Lord Wallace is William John Lawrence Wallace, Baron Wallace of Saltaire, an academic, writer, Liberal Democrat politician. Lord Wallace was a Lord in Waiting, 2010-15.

Lord Wallace was off to a flying start for someone who was going to spend his life concealing the Westminster Paedophile Ring because he was born in Leicester. Organised abuse is believed to have been happening in the Leicester area since at least as far back as the 1940s, long before Greville Janner and Frank Beck were busy (see previous posts). Lord Wallace was born in 1941. Greville Janner’s dad Barnett was elected as the Labour MP for Leicester West in 1945, but had been selected as the Labour candidate for that constituency ten years previously. Barnett remained in the seat – although it was renamed – until 1970, when his son Greville succeeded him because Barnett was off to the Lords. Which is exactly the same path that Greville took.

Barnett Janner grew up in Cardiff where he practised as a lawyer. For many years he was active in the Liberal Party and stood as a Liberal Party candidate three times before he joined the Labour Party.

By the 1980s, the abuse ring in Leicester was linked to Dafydd’s gang in north Wales and Top Doctors in Leicester were concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘An Expert From England’).

Barnett was knighted in 1961. Which was when all the action was taking place at Cliveden which later erupted in the form of the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Jeremy Thorpe was busy at that time was well and dear old Lord Louis Mountbatten had just finished being First Sea Lord. Poor old Lord Mountbatten had terrible luck, throughout his time holding senior roles in the Royal Navy and at the Admiralty, he was surrounded by people who spent the rest of their lives concealing organised abuse, including the crimes of Dafydd and the gang. See post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’. Then there are the nasty allegations that old Louis was hanging out at the Kincora Boys’ Home…

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William Wallace was educated at Westminster Abbey Choir School – where as a chorister he sang at Lilibet’s Coronation in 1953 – and St Edward’s School Oxford. Wallace went on to King’s College, Cambridge and as an undergraduate he joined all three political clubs, Conservative, Labour, Liberal). He decided that the Liberal Party was the most attractive and, in 1961, he was elected Vice-President of the Cambridge University Liberal Club, later becoming its President.

After graduating from Cambridge, Wallace spent three years at Cornell University doing his PhD but he actually finished it while in residence at Nuffield College, Oxford. The thesis was on the Liberal Revival, 1955-66. So Wallace knew all about that Party.

During his time at Oxford, Wallace met his future wife, Helen Sarah Rushworth, who was President of the Oxford University Liberal Club. They have two children, Harriet and Edward, both of whom were, like their father, educated at Cambridge.

Wallace began his academic career at the University of Manchester, where he lectured, 1966-1977. Dafydd’s big umbrella Professor Kenneth Rawnsley of Cardiff had, when he was younger, worked at Manchester (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’) and in 1974, Dafydd’s mate and mentor Dr Bob Hobson migrated from the Maudsley to Manchester University (see post ‘The Mentor’). Dr Tony Francis worked at Manchester University before he relocated to north Wales in the early 1980s (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Before joining Dafydd’s mates in Manchester, Francis had worked with Dafydd’s mates at the Institute of Psychiatry at the Maudsley and before that he’d worked with Dafydd’s mate Kenneth Rawnsley and his colleagues at Cardiff University. There were linked paedophile/trafficking rings at the Maudsley, in south Wales and in Manchester.

It’s a small world!

 

Wallace served as Director of Studies of the Royal Institute of International Affairs, 1978-1990. From 1990 to 1995 Wallace was the Walter Hallstein Senior Research Fellow at St Antony’s College, Oxford. Between 1993-1996, Wallace was a Visiting Professor at the Central European University, where he was involved in setting up the International Relations Department. In 1995 Wallace moved to the LSE, where in 1999 he was given a Chair. He became an emeritus Professor in 2005. He is Chair of the Advisory Board of LSE IDEAS, a centre for the study of international affairs, diplomacy and grand strategy.

One of Wallace’s doctoral students was Olli Rehn, a Finnish politician, a member of the Centre Party of Finland. Olli is currently the Governor of the Bank of Finland. He served as the Minister of Economic Affairs in Juha Sipila’s Cabinet, as the European Commissioner for Enlargement, 2004-10 and as European Commissioner for Monetary Affairs and the Euro of the European Commission, 2009-14. 

 

Lord Wallace has also been a visiting fellow/Professor in institutions located in the USA, Germany, France, Italy,