They Think It’s All Over – It Is Now

A review of Children in Care in England and Wales has just been published. I decided to give it a wide berth when I saw that the review had been carried out by ‘experts’ from the ‘social care sector’ – I suspected that I knew what would be in that review. Unfortunately there was no escape because when I switched the radio on, the ‘Today’ programme was slap bang in the middle of interviewing the man who led the review, the Director of Children’s Social Services in Leeds. As in Jimmy Savile Central. I was not surprised when I heard that the main problem was austerity in the face of rising demand and that everyone is agreed that the child protection services are in crisis.

 

My posts ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ and ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ discussed the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, a pillar of the community in Blaenau Ffestiniog who was given a job as the Head of a primary school by Gwynedd County Council after he served a prison sentence for indecently assaulting children. Ceryl Wyn indecently assaulted his pupils whilst working as a Headteacher and received another prison sentence. After leaving prison he was welcomed back into the fold once more and Gwynedd County Council maintained that they knew nuzzing. Someone has now given me yet more information which suggests that Gwynedd County Council have learned nothing after the unfortunate events involving Mr Davies.

After yet another teacher from Blaenau was arrested for sex offences against children last year and Gwynedd once again used that tired old chestnut that he had ‘slipped through the net’, someone from the area put in a freedom of information request to investigate whether Gwynedd County Council were carrying out DBS checks on their staff as legally required.

They discovered that in Dec 2017, 60 staff in schools run by Gwynedd County Council were employed yet had not received DBS certificates. Gwynedd claimed that 60 risk assessments had taken place and ‘control measures’ had been put in place.

I am fairly sure that it is illegal for staff to work in jobs requiring DBS clearance until the certificates arrive. I have friends in that position and even people volunteering as Brownie and Scout leaders have had to wait until their DBS arrives before they can begin work.

My correspondent has also sent me the following information:

As you probably are fully aware, us Welsh do like our Men’s Choirs and we have a couple here in Blaenau that have done rather well for themselfs over the years
One choir is The Brythoniaid which Ceryl is linked to, the other is ‘Cor Meibion Moelwyn’ which Ceryl still to this day plays a big part in, I suppose you could say that their achievement to date is down to him (not that I want to praise the fker).
Ceryl Davies is known for his Poetic & Musical skills. He has written many songs, has made a few albums and has worked for/with Cor Meibion Moelwyn since their very beginning. 
Over the years I have heard of old members of the choir and claims and admittance of sexual abuse on more than one occasion. The latest has just hit the headlines just a few months back. He was a so called ‘pillar of the community’ as they seem to all be discribed who had not long retired from his post of post man here in Blaenau. He is currently serving a eight year stretch after his sister came forward and spoke of her rape ordeal at the hands of her brother “Gwyn Vaughn Jones”. The case was a historical one which he had always known would one day come to light. His sister had always said that whilst their parents where still alive she would continue to hide his abuse, therefore on their death she came forward and reported her brother.
Gwyn Vaughn jones is/was not only a singer but also was up there in the managerial team of Cor Meibion Moelwyn and a good friend of Ceryl Wyn confirmed by his first wife. 
I do not know any of the people or the Cors named in the above e mail, but when I lived in north Wales I was told on a number of occasions that the Cors were being used as networks by which people were concealing wrongdoing and also climbing socially, including bagging themselves jobs. I stress that not everyone in Cors did this, some members were there because they enjoyed singing, but some Cors were definitely being misused. I know one Cor leader who was furious when she discovered that some people had joined her Cor only in order to ingratiate themselves to one particular member who held a senior role in education in Gwynedd and was in a position to hold influence over employment selection panels. There was one Cor in Gwynedd in particular in which people would fight to join and I was told that the reason was that it was a Cor full of of influential people and being a member did wonders for one’s career prospects.
On one occasion I saw the phenomenon in action. I was friendly with someone who sung in a Cor who became very cross when he realised that he had been befriended by  a young woman who had only done so in order to access the Cor in which he sang. It transpired that her father – a retired officer with the North Wales Police – had told her to join the Cor to get to know a member who held a very senior position in Coleg Menai (which has now merged with Coleg Llandrillo), because her father had been told that a job as a Welsh language class organiser would soon be advertised and that the member of the Cor would be deciding who got the job. The young woman did not have the qualifications or the experience required for the job and lied on her CV, but her strategy worked. She joined the Cor, befriended the big wig from Coleg Menai, got the job and was photographed at the National Eisteddfod a few weeks later with Leighton Andrews, the former AM, who was praising the Welsh language learning initiative which this young woman was by then leading. A couple of weeks before this happened, I was invited to the Cor to go and watch my friend singing. The guest of honour that evening was Dafydd Iwan.
So if anyone else wants a job at Coleg Llandrillo for which they do not have the appropriate qualifications or experience, you need to join the Cor of which Dr Ian Rees is a member, make friends with him and lie on your CV. You’ll land a job for which you’ll be paid £40k pa despite being a fairly new graduate and you can even post selfies online accompanied by a comment that you can’t be bothered to go into work, you feel like a duvet day so you’ll be pulling a sickie. Leighton will still be delighted to meet you at the Eisteddfod and praise your hard work.
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Now for the exposing of another group of pompous, vindictive charlatans. In the late 1980s there was a health scare in Gwynedd as a result of claims that there was an inexplicably high rate of gastric cancer in the region. It was suggested that the presence of so much bracken in the county might have been a possible cause – Japan also had a high rate of gastric cancer and that had been attributed to bracken in Japanese diets. I seem to remember that the fickle finger of suspicion was pointed at bracken spores in particular being carcinogenic.

The best brains in Gwynedd began investigating and in the early 1990s there were media reports that provided the explanation for the high rate of gastric cancer. The culprit was buttermilk. It had been found that elderly people who had spent their childhoods in Gwynedd and who had consumed buttermilk as children were those who had an increased risk of cancer, the theory being that the cows in Gwynedd had grazed on land infested with bracken and that the carcinogens in the bracken had passed through into the milk. People who had moved to Gwynedd as adults were reassured that this was not a problem with which they needed to be concerned and the future health of the people of Gwynedd was not considered to be at risk because of the decline in the drinking of buttermilk.

Some time after this ground breaking research received massive publicity on a UK-wide level, it was quietly admitted that the research was ‘flawed’ and that there was in fact no association at all between a childhood drinking buttermilk in Gwynedd and gastric cancer.

 

I have now discovered just how seriously flawed that research was and who published it. Questions need to be asked regarding how this paper was ever accepted for publication in the first place and why the work received the endorsement of one of the biggest names in 20th century epidemiology – Sir Richard Doll. I’d also like to know why on earth the researchers who conducted the research were ever allowed to continue in research, let alone end up as leading lights in healthcare research in Wales.

The paper concerned is entitled ‘Gastric Cancer In Gwynedd. Possible Links With Bracken.’ The authors are: O.P. Galpin; C.J. Whitaker, Rh. Whitaker; and J.Y. Kassab. Galpin’s and Rh. Whitaker’s affiliation is given as Ysbyty Gwynedd and C.J. Whitaker’s and Kassab’s affiliation is given as the Centre for Applied Statistics, UCNW.

The paper was published in the ‘British Journal of Cancer’, 1990; 61, pp 737-740.

The summary of the paper reads as follows:

101 histologically confirmed cancer patients at Ysbyty Gwynedd were matched by sex, age and social class to two hospital inpatients without cancer; 77 of the gastric cancer cases were also matched, using the same criteria, to a patient with a confirmed cancer of a different site (excluding the oesophagus). A questionnaire was used to determine bracken exposure and source of water in childhood. Residential and occupational histories were obtained and consumption of buttermilk, a potential vector of the bracken carcinogens, was quantified. Comparison of gastric cancer patients with the non-cancer controls indicated that exposure to bracken in childhood had an increased risk (RR = 2.34, P < 0.001) compared to no exposure and that length of residence in Gwynedd was associated with increased risk (RR = 2.46 for the duration of 61 years and over P < 0.01). Consumption of buttermilk in children and adulthood was attended by increased risk (RR = 1.61 and 1.86 respectively, the latter being statistically significant P< 0.05). Neither the residential effect not consumption of buttermilk in adulthood remained significant when considered in a multivariate analysis with bracken exposure.

Can anyone see the glaring inadequacies – indeed has anyone not seen the glaring inadequacies? There was a control group of THREE. Furthermore, not all of the patients in the study had gastric cancer. Excuse me, but this really is case of ‘for fuck’s sake’. This paper is complete hogwash – no doubt the questionnaires were just as nonsensical as the ‘statistical analysis’ was, but even if the questionnaire was perfect, this paper would still be hogwash because of the control group of three and the inclusion of someone who did not have gastric cancer.

The original version of the paper was submitted in Oct 1988, the referees gave advice and it was revised and accepted for publication in Dec 1990. Someone read this bullshit and did not notice the control group of three or the person who did not have gastric cancer. One can only imagine what the original draft of the paper was like.

The patients in this ‘research’ were diagnosed and treated at Ysbyty Gwynedd and Llandudno General Hospital. In the light of the nature of the complete fuckwits who are employed in those institutions, it is highly likely that the diagnoses were wrong anyway. One of the pathologists who has long held a senior role in the labs that were relied upon to carry out the histology upon which this research is based is Dr Avril Wayte. She is a mate of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s and is a Trustee of CAIS. Avril is married to Dr Donald Wayte, a pathologist who worked in north Wales for decades and who once gave a media interview accusing the parents of children who died of SIDS of having murdered them, on the basis of no evidence at all. Wayte’s ‘expert opinion’ was relied upon in many murder trials, including that of Howard Hughes, who is currently sitting in prison for the July 1995 murder of seven year old Sophie Hook. Many people believe that Howard Hughes is the victim of a serious miscarriage of justice – there was no forensic evidence at all which linked him to the crime. Before he was convicted of Sophie’s murder, Howard Hughes spent time in Bryn Estyn as well as that other prison of Dafydd’s, Garth Angharad and alleged that he had been abused at Bryn Estyn. He was denied compensation on the grounds that he is a convicted murderer. See post ‘News Round Up – And Murder Most Foul’.

Howard was convicted of Sophie’s murder at the same time as Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends were trying to frame me for serious crimes. Just after Dafydd ‘retired’, when the North Wales Hospital ‘closed’ – the paedophiles and their friends were in overdrive at the time.

 

The Gwynedd patient data used in Galpin et al’s paper was collected between 1982-87 and was given to the Cardiff Cancer Registry . So their dataset will be a joke.

The research for this joke of a paper was funded by Gwynedd Research Committee. Sir Richard Doll provided ‘support and advice at the commencement of the work’. Did Richard Doll know that a control group of THREE was being used and that one of the patients did not have gastric cancer??? Dr I. Antice Evans provided input re the questionnaires; Dr Gwilym Wynne Griffiths, Professor David Barker and Dr Peter Ellwood provided ‘helpful advice and support’.

Dr I. Antice Evans had published on bracken previously. In 1958 Dr Evans published ‘Studies On Bracken Poisoning In Cattle’ and in 1963 he/she published ‘Effects of Bracken Rhizomes On The Pig’. In 1963 their affiliation was given as the School of Agriculture at UCNW. So this was an elderly agricultural scientist who advised on the questionnaires given to cancer patients. Twenty-five years after he published work on pigs.

Dr Gwilym Wynne Griffith was the Medical Officer of Health for Anglesey and ‘an eminent epidemiologist’ would you believe. He died in 1989, before Galpin et al’s paper was published. Griffith was an old mate of Dafydd’s. Dafydd spent 1959-62 working on an ‘Epidemiological Research Project’ with Gwilym Wynne Griffith ‘on mental disorder and mental health needs in Anglesey’. According to Dafydd, this formed the basis of his future work (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

Gwilym Wynne Griffith was the brother of Huw Wynne Griffith, a famous Presbytarian Minister and ecumenical leader. Born in 1915 in Liverpool, he was the second son of Rev’d Griffith Wynne Griffith, Minister of a Welsh Chapel in Anfield. He and Gwilym had a sister, Elizabeth Grace (BetiHunter, a social worker who died in 2007; and a brother, Douglas.

 Huw Wynne Griffith was educated in Liverpool before the family moved in 1923 to Porthmadog, where he attended the local primary school and Porthmadog County School, then Friars SchoolBangor, when his father became minister of Tabernacl ChurchBangor. Huw Griffith  went to UCNW and then Westminster CollegeCambridge. Between 1941-44 he was Secretary and then President of the Missionary Society of Westminster College. Griffith spent a year at Bala Theological College where he completed his BD. Prof J.E. Daniel, the father of the corrupt judge Huw Daniel, was employed at Bala Theological College and the father of Dafydd Iwan and Alun Ffred Jones was also associated with the institution.

Griffith was ordained in 1945 and served the chapels of BethaniaFerryside and SeionLlansaintCarmarthen (1945-51) and Siloh (SeiloPresbyterian Church of WalesAberystwyth (1951-1983), Ceredigion. He married Mair Benson-Evans (19182003), daughter of Dr and Mrs Benson-EvansPrestatyn in 1945 in Rehoboth ChapelPrestatyn and they had three daughters – Nia in 1947Ann in 1949 and Gwawr in 1956. Nia at least is still alive and kicking – the others probably are as well – and is likely to be mates with Dafydd.

Huw Wynne Griffith was involved in the ecumenical witness from his college days. He served from 1939-41 as the General Secretary of the Student Christian Movement and represented Wales at the Christian Youth Conference in Amsterdam in August 1939. He represented the Presbyterian Church of Wales at the Faith and Order Conference of the World Council of Churches in LundSweden in 1952. In the 1950s he edited Yr Efrydydd and he also became Secretary of the three, later the four, Nonconformist denominations’ discussions on church unity. H. W. Griffith was invited to become Chairman of the Welsh Ecumenical Society in 1954.

In the 1960s Griffith was one of the most prominent leaders of the ecumenical witness within Wales. He served the Committee which prepared the Faith and Order plan of the Welsh Council of Churches (1963-64), and then became the Secretary of the Joint Committee of the Covenanting Churches of Wales (1965-68), responsible for the reports which were produced and published in 1968 and in 1971H.W. Griffith was Vice-President of the Welsh Council of Churches, 1966-68 and President, 1968-72. He was the Secretary of the Church and Society Committee in the early 1970s. Griffith represented the Presbyterian Church of Wales in the World Council of Churches in NairobiKenya in 1975. He was active in ecumenical activities in west Wales and joint founder of Ecwmene Ceredigion, a forum for young people.

Griffith was heavily involved throughout many years with Christian Aid and Shelter. He supported the Anti-Apartheid group in AberystwythAmnesty International and Ockenden Venture. Griffith welcomed children of refugees from Germany to Aberystwyth and he extended the hand of friendship to refugees from the 1956 uprising in Hungary. He and his wife Mair hosted many of the students who came to the colleges in Aberystwyth. 

Huw Wynne Griffith wrote articles in the Welsh-language press, in particular Y GoleuadY TraethodyddPorfeyddEcwmeneY Genhinen and Barn. He prepared a commentary for Sunday schools on the Gospel of Mark in 1953, a book of stories for children, Gyda’r Iesu (1961), and his Davies Lecture to the General Assembly of the Connexion, on ‘C.F. Andrews, Friend of Mahatma Gandhi and a Pioneer of Missionary Work’ was published in 1978.

During WWII Griffith was a conscientious objector. He died in 1993 at Bronglais General Hospital Aberystwyth. His funeral was conducted by his Minister, Revd Pryderi Llwyd Jones in Aberystwyth. Tributes were paid to him by Rev Erastus Jones and Principal Elfed ap Nefydd Roberts, two who had been involved with Huw Wynne Griffith in the ecumenical movement. He is buried in Aberystwyth Plasgrug cemetery.

The poet Gwilym Roberts summed up his contribution in an englyn inscribed on Griffith’s gravestone:

Huw fu byw i wella’n byd
Ufudd was fu i Dduw drwy’i fywyd.

[Huw lived to make our world a better place,
An obedient servant to God throughout his life]

Which he might well have been. But he’ll have known about that paedophile ring run by Dafydd and Gwynne with which his brother and sister were colluding.

Huw Wynne Griffith’s father was a preacher from Anglesey who was a graduate of UCNW. At a later date he was also a member of the Court and Council of UCNW.

Huw Wynne’s daughter is Nia Higginbotham. She uses a Wrexham address and is listed as having been a Director of: Fair Trade Wales; Meifod Consulting; Trefnu Cymundeol Cymru/Together Creating Communities.

 

Professor David Barker was a Top Doc and epidemiologist with an interest in botany. He was Professor of Clinical Epidemiology at Southampton University and Director of the MRC Environmental Epidemiology Unit, 1984-03, where he made ‘observations on the geographical relationship between neonatal and post-neonatal mortality and heart disease’. He won the GlaxoSmithKline Prize in 1994 for this work. In 2011 Barker made a BBC ‘Horizon programme’. Barker was a colleague of Sir Donald Acheson at Southampton University. Acheson was Chief Medical Officer when Thatcher was PM and it was Acheson who assisted Norman Fowler the Health Secretary in concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Professor Prestigious And His Associates’).

I have not been able to find out who Dr Peter Ellwood is or was.

 

I know three of the authors of this paper. Chris Whitaker for years was the man responsible for teaching statistics to the students in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Rhiannon Whitaker is his wife, who was one of his students. Er – a control group of THREE Chris?? Of course your  wife wouldn’t have understood that a control group of three was meaningless, because you obviously didn’t and you taught her. Rhiannon Whitaker was for a long time the Director of NWORTH, the Clinical Trials Unit at Bangor University.

I knew J.Y. Kassab as well. Dr Kassab was a grossly incompetent statistics tutor at UCNW. He was responsible for teaching first year stats to the science undergrads and I was in his class. Kassab’s teaching was utterly chaotic and his accent was so heavy that none of us could understand what he was saying. At one point he kept talking about ‘the underlying lows’. We were all asking ‘what’s a low?’. Dr Kassab then lost his rag and yelled ‘a low, a low, you know what is a low’. Then someone clicked and yelled out ‘oh, you mean a LAW’. Dr Kassab shouted back ‘yes, a low’. It was hilarious, there was no way that any of us were going to learn stats in Dr Kassab’s class. In the end, so many students went to their tutors and said that they just could not learn a thing from Kassab that one Dept – Agriculture no less – put on extra tutorials for their students. One of the tutors who held those classes, Dr Tony Chamberlain, commented that he understood that Dr Kassab gave his lectures in ‘some sort of Middle Eastern language’, which was indeed true. The other person from Agriculture who was responsible for giving the supplementary stats tutorials was the awful Prof J.B. Owen (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Who couldn’t add up. One student noticed that Owen made a mistake and pointed it out to him. J.B. Owen got nasty and went into denial, the student got angry as well, was very rude to Owen and was thrown out of the class. J.B. Owen continued to make mistakes.

The Zoology students and Plant Biology students also went to their tutors in despair re Kassab and the statistics class and were simply told ‘don’t worry about it’. The fact that there was a stats exam to be passed at the end of the year was ignored. One student began singing ‘Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life’, which summed up the attitude of the college authorities – you’re all up shit creek but we are not going to address this problem.

So how did I learn stats? Brown taught me of course. The only other students who learnt anything about stats at UCNW also asked friends and relatives who were competent re stats to teach them.

Twenty years later I was in a hill walking group when I met someone who had been a forestry student at UCNW at the same time that I had done my first degree at UCNW. He said ‘oh gosh, you’ll have been in those statistics lectures then’. No-one ever forgot those lectures. It was a laugh, but the downside was that a great many ‘experts’ carrying out all that healthcare research at Bangor University do not know their arses from their elbows. Do they Chris and Rhiannon?

Not so much an underlying low but an under-lying Lowe. Anyone for Food Dudes? Pass me a Duchy Original.

No-one has ever said a word about the innumerate statistical experts at Bangor University who carry out so much NHS research. Er – perhaps because Kassab’s daughter Susan was a Top Doctor at Ysbyty Gwynedd? Susan Kassab went to Friar’s School in Bangor and then to medical school in London, then returned to Bangor for a while. Susan Kassab knew about Gwynne, Dafydd and the sex trafficking gang. A google search throws up a Dr Sossie Kassab who has a Harley Street practice offering homeopathic treatments for cancer. Sossie Kassab has been outed on a ‘quack watch’ website. However I don’t think that Sossie Kassab is Susan Kassab. Sossie’s CV states that she trained at Barts – I think that Susan Kassab trained at the Middlesex. Gwynne’s old alma mater. If anyone knows differently, please keep do clarify.

This farce of a paper which was mentored by the biggest name in UK epidemiology as well as by another very big name – Doll and Barker – was submitted in 1988. Which was when I was working for the Cancer Research Campaign at Surrey University. Whilst I was there, without my knowledge my data was given to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University who published it with her name on it as well (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’). I had never heard of Curtin until I found the paper with her name on it as well as mine a few weeks ago. After giving my data to Nicola Curtin, Surrey University told me that my funding had run out and I was made redundant. Whilst I was at Surrey, a former psychiatrist colleague of Dr Tony Francis, Dr Peter Mcguire, decided that he would become a cancer researcher and took part in a research fraud which was exposed in 1990 and resulted in the suicide of Prof Tim McElwain (see posts ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’).

I have been told that Professor Martin Roth, a psychiatrist at Newcastle-Upon-Tyne and the former President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’), had something to do with these extraordinary happenings.

 

The laughable paper concerning bracken and gastric cancer based on a control sample of three was published in Dec 1990. The month in which Tony and Sadie Francis perjured themselves in an attempt to have me imprisoned. It was that which led to me being forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School the following month. In Nov 1990 Margaret Thatcher resigned as leader of the Tory Party following a challenge from Michael Heseltine. Thatcher’s failed leadership campaign was organised by her friend and PPS Sir Peter Morrison, a member of Dafydd’s paedophile gang.

I would ask Rhiannon and Chris Whitaker what the hell was going on, but they’re probably far too stupid to have grasped the bigger picture – after all they work with samples of three – so perhaps Heseltine will tell us, because he will definitely know. Heseltine is from Swansea, although he tries to be all posh and English.

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There is an archive clip of Spitting Image in which a crazed Heseltine is in the basement of a Gov’t building feeding documents into an enormous shredder shrieking ‘Goodbye my beauties’. Hard luck Heseltine, no matter what was destroyed by Gov’t, I have 10,000 highly incriminating documents in my possession.

‘Awound The Wagged Wock The Wagged Wascal Wan.’ But now you’ve been caught Heseltine you big ranker.

 

As for O.P. Galpin, I do not know him or her. O.P. Galpin had a letter published in ‘The Lancet’ in 1998 regarding the solution to inhumane and genocidal regimes. They believed that the moral instruction of young people was the only answer. No doubt Dafydd was the man to do this.

 

Paedophiles’ friends: not only did I never produce the sort of horse shit that you published – complete with its elementary errors – but my work was sufficiently good that you STOLE IT and used it to bag yourselves further funding and senior positions! Now, shut your mouths about Brown and me, stop your constant ‘how very dare yous’, do us all a favour, resign and crawl away. As the Old Gits would say – bugger off, sod off, piss off. You might also like to come clean regarding who co-ordinated all this, which happened whilst I was working in cancer research. Sir Richard Doll did his reputation no good at all by ‘advising’ a gang of paedophiles. But then Doll was a colleague of Donald Acheson’s…

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Should anyone wish to have a good laugh at the Whitakers’ lame efforts at cancer research, here’s a link to their nonsense https://www.researchgate.net/publication/20817598_Gastric_cancer_in_Gwynedd_Possible_links_with_bracken

 

Rhiannon Whitaker is not a popular bunny at Bangor. A PhD student gave her the moniker of The Fifth Beatle on account of a rather odd hairstyle that she sported for a long time. No-one really minded her trying to look like Paul McCartney in 1963, it was the constant smug rudeness that pissed everybody off. Rhiannon’s favourite game was to pretend to be so important that she didn’t know who the rest of us were, even those of us with whom she’d had quite extensive dealings. On one occasion I had to tolerate sitting in a multi-disciplinary research meeting with Rhiannon. She insulted everybody else on the grounds that they were historians and sociologists and then bellowed at me ‘Who are you then?’ Rhiannon knew exactly who I was, but if her memory had given her the slip, she won’t bloody well forget me now. Neither will she ever be able to sneer at the arts, humanities and social scientists again – because I can reassure them that Rhiannon does not know even the basics where quantitative research is concerned, so her success at climbing into a senior role in NHS research in Wales must have been down to another factor. Probably this one:

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

 

John, Paul, George or Ringo? Is that enough for a sample on which to advise the nation with regard to any particular health risk?

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In 2012 Rhiannon was a member of a research consortium known as the Welsh Crucible no less. In 2013 the Welsh Crucible won the ‘Times Higher Education Supplement’ award for outstanding ‘leadership’ . Rhiannon’s spiel for Welsh Crucible purposes stated that:

Rhiannon is a Chartered Statistician and Scientist who after graduating with a Mathematics degree from Bangor trained as a secondary school teacher at Cambridge University. After a career break to raise a family, a change of direction found her developing an interest in medical statistics and clinical trials. Her current research interests include trials of interventions to enhance quality of life for people living with dementia, depression and other long term conditions. A developing theme encompasses a range of child health issues building on Bangor University’s research strengths in child disabilities, autism and conduct disorders. Her methodological interests include how to bring rigorous randomised trials into community based settings such as prisons, pharmacies, care homes, schools and recreation centres. She is Associate Scientific Director for NWORTH, Bangor’s clinical trials unit.

2016 Update: Rhiannon has left Bangor University, to set up her own company and is the CEO of Whitaker Research Ltd, which provides research design, statistical and project troubleshooting services for applied health research.

She also believes that a meaningful study can be carried out using a control sample of three. I’m sure that the commissions from the NHS are rolling in.

 

One of the people responsible for promoting The Fifth Beatle to high office was Prof Ian Russell, latterly of Bangor University, now of Edwina Hart’s empire at Swansea University. Ian Russell caused much grief throughout his many years at Bangor. Bangor realised that they had been sold a pup when a Professor from Bangor met one of Russell’s old colleagues from York and they told him that Ian Russell was ‘an idiot’ and that Bangor were welcome to him. Ian is a healthcare researcher. Of course he is. I haven’t got time to detail the extent of Ian Russell’s fuckwittery here, but because I wasn’t a member of his research team I could have a good laugh at his excesses, rather than have to suffer as a result of them. He used to use the university photocopiers for personal business and one year he used the photocopier to produce his Christmas ’round robins’. Ian used to send photocopying through and then go to sleep in his office, so one would often find his photocopying uncollected. I found the round robins, they were great works of fiction. Ian’s round robin consisted of two pages of lies about his RAE results – his friends can’t have been academics, because the RAE results hadn’t yet been published when Ian explained that his research had been rated ‘excellent’. There were a few photos of Ian dressed up in a kilt and then an update on his hip replacement, which was as excellent as his RAE results.

The PhD student who named Rhiannon The Fifth Beatle had such problems with Ian Russell as his supervisor that he ended up suing Bangor University – as, I was told, had at least one other PhD student of Russell’s. This student told me that Russell was an incredibly selfish man who was a nightmare to deal with. The student maintained that Ian never replied to e mails no matter how urgent the matter and that in response to a formal complaint about this, Russell’s excuse had been ‘I had a cold’. Ian however expected a high level of service from everyone else. He complained bitterly about the inadequacies of the VC when the VC hadn’t replied to an e mail from Ian within 24 hours. Did the VC have a cold? No. His wife was dying of brain cancer, after the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre somehow found that there was no effective treatment for her. Russell’s PhD student was appalled at Russell’s insensitivity. He’d have been really freaked out if he had known that there was a plan by Fergus Lowe and a few others – including I was told, Ian Russell – to frame the VC for a criminal offence.

Ian Russell is a lay preacher.

Carlo was Chancellor of UCNW/Bangor University throughout the glittering careers of Kassab, the Whitakers, Ian Russell and Fungus.

And this man is a Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy:

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O. P. Galpin wrote the entry for William Ernest Beer on the Royal College of Physicians ‘Lives of the Fellows’ Online.

William Beer was a consultant dermatologist in Bangor, Wales. He was born in Southern India amongst the Nilgiri Hills. His father was Assistant Director of the local Pasteur Institute and engaged in anti-rabies research. His great-grandfather, George Beer had gone to India from Devon with William Bowden where, with the assistance of their wives, they had succeeded in establishing churches, hospitals and a school.

Bill Beer’s medical studies commenced in Madras and there then followed junior hospital posts in the Vellore Medical School. Here he came under the influence of an American dermatologist, H. Gass, whose enthusiasm for the subject shaped his subsequent choice of career.

After marriage, Bill and his wife, Joan, chose to return to Nilgiri Hills to work in a mission hospital. Then, owing to a change of policy for tea estate hospitals, they decided to come to Britain. Bill was able to specialise in dermatology as a result of support from the Nilgiri mission. He initially enrolled as a full time postgrad at St John’s Hospital and was subsequently appointed senior registrar at Westminster Hospital.

Although Beer did not know North Wales, he applied for the post of consultant dermatologist for the Gwynedd region. Prior to his appointment, the task of building up a dermatology service for the whole of North Wales was in the hands of Ellen Emslie who had introduced modern understanding, techniques and treatment to the area. [Shurely shome mistake – Ed.] Bill Beer was able to build on this foundation and, over the years, established a reputation for the quality of his service and professional skill. [Shurely shome mistake – Ed.]

Beer’s ‘infectious enthusiasm for the practical and academic aspects of dermatology influenced many of his colleagues, not to mention the many undergraduate and postgraduate doctors who assisted him in the skin clinics’.

So that’s why, for decades, doctors have refused to work in north Wales.

Beer’s interest in dermatology resulted in many research activities and publications, eventually leading to him winning the Wycombe prize in 1993 by the British Association of Dermatology – two years after his retirement from the NHS.

Yes, another prize for a Top Doc in north Wales, in the year that the North Wales Police closed their investigation into child abuse and concluded that there was ‘no evidence of a paedophile ring’.

Bill’s other interests included the Welsh language – he became fluent – music, gardening, astronomy and mountain walking. Both he and his wife were renowned for their hospitality and for the pastoral care that they gave to junior doctors and university students. Bill’s life was ‘profoundly influenced by a deeply held Christian faith’.

Bill was ‘tragically killed in a car accident, shortly after completing a history of the old C&A Hospital’, which, the Lives Of The Fellows Online tells us, ‘will serve as a fitting memorial to his intense commitment to the area and to his colleagues’.

That tragic accident which killed Bill Beer happened in Dec 1999. Two months before the Waterhouse Report was published. Well Dr Beer had written a history of the C&A Hospital where pretty much anything went, including prostitution on the part of the Angels.

Dafydd used to turn up at the C&A to visit patients who had attempted suicide etc.

Galpin’s name also appears in Hansard, 18 July 1990, regarding Alun Michael asking if the Secretary of State for Wales ‘will list the individuals and bodies which have commented on his proposal to reduce the number of community health councils in Wales; and how many were for a reduction and how many against a reduction’. The CHCs in Wales consist entirely of paedophiles’ friends and never raise any serious challenge to the Top Docs – many of whom sit on the CHCs – and their neglect and abuse. Thus the NHS in Wales has fought very hard to hold onto the CHCs, ‘the voice of the patients’ and the ‘NHS watchdog’.

It was Ian Grist who responded to Alun Michael’s question. Grist was a Welsh Office Minister and a very helpful one to Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friends Of Cardiff North’). The Secretary of State at the time was David Hunt, who served Dafydd et al so loyally in the late 80s/early 90s at the Welsh Office that Hunt was brought back as acting Secretary of State for Wales for just a few days in the summer of 1995, to lie about the North Wales Hospital having closed down. David Hunt was appointed acting Welsh Secretary 13 days before Bing Spear died. Spear was the corrupt mandarin who was the Chief Inspector of the Home Office Drugs Branch who so ably assisted Dafydd (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Sir Peter Morrison was found dead four days after Spear died. Peter Morrison’s sister Dame Mary was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to Carlo’s mum. Hunt was up and off again four days before Bing died to twiddle his thumbs for a few days until he took up the position of Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster on 20 July 1995, exactly one week after Morrison was found dead. See post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’. William Hague became Secretary of State for Wales on the day that Hunt scarpered from the Welsh Office.

Lord David Hunt is now the Big Boss at DAC Beachcroft, a firm of international lawyers who represent the GMC.

Ian Grist provided a truly impressive list of paedophiles’ friends who responded to Hunt’s consultation re the CHCs – 184 opposed the plans for a reduction in the number of CHCs, 14 approved. The list is too long to reproduce in full in this post, but here’s the link https://api.parliament.uk/historic-hansard/written-answers/1990/jul/18/community-health-councils

Look out for old favourites such as St David’s Hospital, Soroptomists International, Age Concern, Crossroads, Gwynedd Drugs Council, Quakers, Health Visitors Association, MIND, WCVA, Mencap, Town and County Councils and a number of MPs who were/are paedophiles’ friends. The Windbag’s name is not there, but Islwyn Labour Party is, so he was present in cognito. ‘O.P. Galpin, Llandudno’ is listed.

 

Now for a bit more info on the charidee ‘Wellbeing of Women’, which was established by Sir George Pinker, the friend of Geoffrey Chamberlain’s who delivered Royal babies (see post ‘Wimmin’s Wellbeing – The Fortnum and Mason Connection’).

‘Wellbeing of Women’ was formerly known as ‘Birthright’ and it was in this incarnation when, in 1986, the Harris Birthright Centre for Reproductive Medicine at the Jessop Hospital for Women, Sheffield was established, ‘offering the biggest stimulus to research into reproductive medicine the UK had seen’. I do not know why paedophiles’ friend Oinker located his Birthright Centre at Sheffield, but the Centre was bank-rolled by Sir – now Lord – Philip Harris. From what I can work out, Harris provided the funding for the Centre in 1984, the year that I first complained about Gwynne the lobotomist.

Philip Harris went to Streatham Grammar School, which suggests that he lived just down the road from where St George’s Hospital Medical School is located, which employed Geoffrey Chamberlain et al who were concealing the wrongdoing of Gwynne, Dafydd and the paedophile gang.

Philip Harris was the Chairman of Carpetrite plc and has over fifty years experience in carpet retailing. Harris left Carpetrite in 2014, sold all of his shares and he is no longer associated with the company.

Harris was also a non-executive Director of Great Universal Stores plc for 18 years, retiring from the GUS Board in July 2004. Lord Harris became a non-executive Director of Matalan in October 2004. Harris was appointed to the board of Arsenal Football Club as a non-executive Director in Nov 2005.

Lord Harris is the co-owner of the Olympic gold medal-winning horse Hello Sanctos ridden by Scott Brash in the team show jumping event at the London 2012 Summer Olympics. Lord Harris and Lord Kirkham bought the horse for an estimated €2 million at the start of 2012. They are also co-owners of the horses Hello Sailor, Hello Unique and Hello Boyo.

Harris has been a donor to the Tory Party since the 1980s and was a big fan of Thatch. He also made donations to Cameron as leader of the Conservative Party. Harris is considered to be one of Cameron’s personal friends and he is  said to have played a role in convincing Cameron to contest the party’s leadership in the summer of 2005. Harris’s ties to Cameron came under scrutiny two years later when it appeared that Andrew Feldman, a political associate of Harris and a fellow donor to Cameron’s leadership campaign, used Harris’s name to claim privileges accorded to active members of the House of Lords.

Harris has contributed extensively to education and as a result, many schools and colleges (such as Harris Manchester College, Oxford), bear his name. Through the Harris Federation, many secondary schools in South London have received Harris donations. In the London Borough of Croydon, Harris helped to found the Harris City Technology College, Harris Academy South Norwood and Harris Academy Merton, Harris Academy Purley, Harris Academy Chafford Hundred, although many local residents are angered that the original name of the South Norwood site, Stanley Technical High School, was dropped in place of the Harris name.

Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees lived at Purley and entertained his celebrity friends there (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). Purley was also the home of Rashmi Varma, the fertility consultant at St George’s who found herself up in front of the GMC after NHS patients complained that she had forced them to donate eggs to private patients. Varma got off, although I was told by someone at St George’s that she was as guilty as they come. Geoffrey Chamberlain did not face a GMC hearing after he co-authored the paper describing research which had never taken place, although his co-author Malcolm Pearce was struck off. But then Chamberlain was mates with Oinker the Royal gynaecologist.

Chamberlain hated Rashmi Varma and everyone knew that he was waiting to stick the knife in. I wonder why his dastardly plan didn’t work.

In recent years, the forced change to academy status has placed additional schools under the management of the Harris Federation, despite considerable opposition from Boards of Governors and parents.

 

In 1960, Philip Harris married Pauline Chumley. The couple have a daughter Susan and three sons: Martin (director of Tapi Carpets), Peter and Charles. Pauline was appointed an DBE in 2004 and a Deputy Lieutenant in 2005. Lord Harris has an estimated wealth of £285m.

Harris was knighted in 1985. Just after he gave all that dosh to Oinker for the Birthright Centre. The year that Mary Wynch won her appeal to the Master of the Rolls and appeared in the London broadsheets. The year that I began approaching MPs regarding the problem that was the north Wales mental health services. I had written to the GMC about Gwynne the lobotomist in 1984 and they told me that they could not take any action against him.

Philip Harris was given a peerage in Jan 1996. By which time Ronnie Waterhouse knew that he would be Chairing a Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, although William Hague didn’t announce this until Aug 1996. Hague became leader of the Tory Party on 19 June 1997 after receiving the backing of Thatcher. Hague was perceived as the heir to Thatch. By 1996, Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid in Gwynedd had emerged as an international rock star (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Gruff’s dad Ioan Bowen Rees was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council when business boomed for the paedophile gang within the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

By 1986, when the Birthright Centre funded by Harris was established at Sheffield, Mary Wynch had won her appeal to the Master of the Rolls and was suing Dafydd et al. During 1986, Alison Taylor and I continued to raise our concerns regarding the activities of the paedophiles and their friends. On 22 July 1986, Iain Muir, Deputy Headmaster of the Bryn Alyn Community School, was convicted in the Crown Court at Mold of unlawful sexual intercourse with a female under the age of 16, for which he received a sentence of six months imprisonment. The victim was resident at the school for just over three years and was 15 years old when she left. During the middle months of 1986, DCS Gwynne Owen declared Alison Taylor’s complaints to be false or unsubstantiated. In Oct 1986 he sent a report to the CPS severely criticising Alison and in Dec 1986 Gwynedd County Council informally suspended Alison from her job as a social worker. In the late summer of 1986, I was unlawfully detained under the Mental Health Act in Ysbyty Gwynedd by Jackie Brandt and a Dr Perera, after being told by Alun Davies that if I didn’t drop my complaints about the mental health services I would be sectioned. Whilst I was there, Dafydd rolled up and told me to get out of north Wales and if I ever came back he’d have me arrested. In Dec 1986, I went back to north Wales and Dafydd had me unlawfully arrested and illegally detained in the North Wales Hospital.

The Harris Birthright Centre is now located at King’s College Hospital London, has been renamed the Harris Birthright Centre for Foetal Medicine and its Director is Dr Kypros Nicolaides, but I don’t know when it relocated to King’s. When I worked at St George’s I was told that a Professor of Obstetrics and Gynaecology at King’s was considered a bit excessive by his colleagues because ‘he has sex with his children’. Just to clarify, the man named as doing this was not Kypros Nicolaides, it was another fertility expert who was involved in charidee work.

 

I mentioned in my post ‘The Village’ that Dr D.G.E. Wood became seriously worried when Brown started publishing in 1984. A lot of people became very anxious all over again when Brown made his first TV appearance in Sept 1987. Brown didn’t have his own TV series or anything, he appeared on ‘Right To Reply’ on Channel 4 with Gus Macdonald. I was supposed to be on there as well, we were invited to appear after we wrote to Gus regarding a particularly offensive appearance that Bernard Manning had made on the BBC. I couldn’t go on tele because Gus’s invitation coincided with my first day at work at the Cancer Research Campaign labs at Nottingham University and I thought that it would look dreadful if I didn’t actually make it into work on my first day. My mates told me that it would have been really cool to have rung up the CRC labs and said ‘I’m sorry, but I’ve got a TV appearance’, but I didn’t dare. If I’d known what a tosser and a fraud Prof Robert Baldwin was (see post ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’), I’d have prioritised Gus.

I didn’t realise this at the time because I thought that Gus was just the man on ‘Right To Reply’, but Gus Macdonald was actually a very big media figure. He was a former investigative reporter and by the time that he invited us onto his programme he was a powerful media executive. Gus was also big in the Labour Party and back in the 1960s he was involved with Tribune and Michael Foot, after flirting with the International Socialists. Some of the Tribune lot were working for MI5.

Gus Macdonald was one of the first people to be given a peerage by Blair after Labour won the General Election in 1997 and he was later appointed Minister for the Cabinet Office in Blair’s Gov’t – the year after Ronnie Waterhouse published his cover-up, when people started angrily mouthing off about the whitewash. Not that any of them got a Right To Reply. Dim problem Blair, there’s this blog now.

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The Village

Recent posts have touched on how some of the paedophiles’ friends pride themselves on being Arty, in their capacities as collectors but also in terms of them occupying positions of responsibility in museums, galleries or in Gov’t roles relating to the Arts.

Dafydd’s mate Robert Bluglass excels in this field, he owns Compton Verney in Warwickshire, one of the finest galleries in Europe. In 1993, Compton Verney was purchased in a run-down state by the Peter Moores Foundation, a ‘charity supporting music and visual arts’, established by Littlewoods Chairman Peter Moores, who restored it to a gallery capable of housing international exhibitions. In 1993, my career had been destroyed, as had the media career of my friend who wanted to make a documentary about the mental health services in north Wales and the North Wales Police closed their investigation into the abuse of children in care, concluding that there was ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring. Thousands of statements had been taken, hundreds of complaints made and a file was sent to the CPS, yet there were no prosecutions.

In Oct 1993, John Smith, the leader of the Labour Party, appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron and his mates were cheerleaders for devolution and it was assumed by everyone that ‘when’ a Welsh Assembly was created, Ron would be First Secretary. It all fell apart when Ron had his moment of madness on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie, just before Blair was about to make Ron First Secretary in the newly established Welsh Assembly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

Compton Verney Art Gallery is now run by Compton Verney House Trust, a registered charity no less. The charity in question is one Professor Robert Bluglass, who’s ‘Trust’ is ‘supported’ by the Peter Moores Foundation, after the Peter Moores Foundation transferred Compton Verney to the management of Bluglass’s blood-soaked, safe hands. In March 2004, the Compton Verney Art Gallery was opened by Prince Charles. That’s the Prince Charles who’s office told Alison Taylor that he ‘could not get involved’ when Alison Taylor wrote and told him that children in care in north Wales were being abused; the Prince Charles who was Chancellor of UCNW when Bluglass’s mate Dafydd and his colleagues were using their roles in the College to run a sex trafficking ring; the Prince Charles who’s friend Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster, was the President of the City of Chester Conservative Association whilst Peter Morrison, the constituency MP was abusing kids in care in north Wales; the Prince Charles who’s mater knighted Peter Morrison in Feb 1991, the month after I’d been forced out of my job at St George’s Hospital Medical School and was facing possible imprisonment after Dafydd’s colleagues Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves.

Charles, what on earth are you doing mixed up in all this??? You’re the bloody heir to the throne, Bluglass has played a leading role in an international sex trafficking racket and the most probable explanation for Bluglass’s paws being on one of the finest art galleries in Europe is that it is the means by which he is laundering money. This is a very long way from the Duchy Organic range of expensive biscuits. It is, as you might say yourself, ‘sort of…um thingy…um appalling…’. Or if you are anything like the ‘Private Eye’ spoof of you in ‘Heir Of Sorrows’ you might. Heir of serious organised crime. It really is appalling. Pass me an oatcake, this is even more ridiculous than Jimmy Savile offering Charles and Di marriage guidance.

An online guide to ‘Greeting The Queen’ reassures readers that they mustn’t worry about what to say, they must just curtsy.

‘Have you come far?’ ‘Yes, I’ve fled north Wales because your son’s associates tried to kill me.’

It has recently been reported that Charles will be giving evidence to the IICSA relating to Bishop Peter Ball. Peter Ball was imprisoned for 32 months in 2015, for sex offences against children carried out between the 1970s and the 90s. The police received their first report in 1992. No charges were brought, but Ball resigned. It has been revealed that Charles had exchanged letters with Ball and that an independent inquiry found that Ball had ‘exploited his contact’ with members of the Royal Family, but there was ‘no evidence’ that Charles or any other Royals ‘sought to intervene at any point in order to protect or promote Ball’. Well that’s a relief, it’s simply that Charles is constantly rubbing noses with people who are involved with child abuse but can’t ‘get involved’ when he receives a letter telling him that someone has witnessed them abusing kids, it’s really nothing more sinister than that.

When Ball was reported for child abuse in 1992, the CPS received over 2000 letters of support for him, including letters from Cabinet Ministers and members of the Royal Family. It has not been made public who those Cabinet Ministers or Royals were. I was unaware that the CPS ever accepted ‘letters of support’. When I was prosecuted for ‘looking at a social worker in Safeways’ or ‘calling Alun Davies a fat idiot’, no-one ever told me that I could get my mates to write to the CPS in support of me. I don’t know anyone else who was given that opportunity either.

Well it just goes to show that it’s one rule for molesting Bishops and another rule for the victims of sex trafficking gangs…

It has been admitted that Ball ‘tried to use his contact with with Charles to influence George Carey’, who was Archbishop of Canterbury at the time. I’m not sure that Ball will have needed to do that, George Carey used to be the Bishop of Bath and Wells and Somerset had one ‘dirty vicar’ known to me who molested the Brownies and Guides and another vicar who married a girl of about nineteen when he was nearly 50, who violently assaulted the kids in the local primary school and then nicked the money from the Church. Neither of them faced charges and ‘Bishop George’ – as Brown’s mum used to respectfully call him – did bugger all. All we ever heard about Bishop George were his fund-raising schemes such as the offer for the bereaved to sponsor a pipe of the organ in Wells Cathedral in memory of their loved one. Those pipes came at a very high price and it always sounded like a bit of a con to me.

Now that the paedophiles’ friends have bumped Brown’s dad off, I’ll reveal a state secret. When Col Brown organised HM Lilibet’s Silver Jubilee Celebrations in Bristol – for which Lilibet gave him an OBE – Col Brown wrote to the Palace to ask what to do about providing a bog for Lilibet, only not using that expression obviously. He received a letter back telling him that Lilibet ‘will not need to retire’. How Lilibet knew that she wouldn’t need to go for a piddle I do not know. Perhaps she’s had her pelvic floor tightened by Professor Stuart Stanton at St George’s Hospital Medical School, although she might not have risked going under his knife – his junior doctors all used to observe ‘God, I wouldn’t let him operate on me’.

 

I recommend that readers visit the Compton Verney website in order to see photos of the landscaped gardens (they were designed by Capability Brown no less) and the treasures that pack Bluglass’s house of ill-gotten gains. Meanwhile, here’s the spiel encouraging interested parties to join in the crime spree:

Corporate Sponsorship and Membership

Let’s all join in a chorus of ‘Delilah’ – ‘She stood there laughing’…

What a bunch of dickwits, even if they are serious criminals of dickwits.

 

Robert Bluglass is not the only paedophiles’ friend – indeed even Dafydd’s friend – who has an interest in art. Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon, who’s son Thomas died of HIV/AIDS but before that was known to be abusing at least one boy in care in north Wales, was, among all his many other public positions (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Chairman of Gwasg Gregynog Press, 1978-91; President of the National Museum of Wales, 1952-57; a Trustee of the National Portrait Gallery, 1955-88 and a member of the Royal Commission on Historical Manuscripts, 1966-93. It was Lord Kenyon who was credited with transforming the National Portrait Gallery from a small specialist museum into ‘one of the great national galleries’.

 

Previous posts have noted how many paedophiles’ friends have been involved with the Arts Council of Great Britain. Harold Wilson’s friend and crooked solicitor Lord Arnold Goodman was Chair of the Arts Council, 1965-72 and had a symbiotic relationship with Jennie Lee, Nye Bevan’s widow, who was Minister of Arts, 1964-70, under Harold Wilson (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Goodman was succeeded by Lord Patrick Gibson who was Chair of the Arts Council, 1972-77. Gibson was the paedophiles’ friend who knew that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were being contained in low paid seasonal jobs at Penrhyn Castle (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Sir Kenneth Robinson was Chairman, 1977-82. Robinson did Dafydd and the paedophiles a great many favours when Robinson was Health Minister, 1964-68 under Wilson and then again in his capacity as the President of the National Institute for Mental Health (MIND) (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’). Sir William Rees-Mogg was Chairman of the Arts Council, 1982-89. Mystic Mogg was a political appointment of Thatcher’s – he was a Tory, the former Editor of ‘The Times’, 1967-81 and a BBC Governor. He was also Chairman of the publishers Pickering and Chatto and a columnist for The Indie and the ‘Daily Mail’. Mystic Mogg stated in his memoirs in 2011 that Murdoch had been excellent for ‘The Times’ and for Fleet Street.

In April 86, ‘The Times’ reported the case of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the Gwynedd Headmaster who was imprisoned for abusing his pupils, after being allowed to return to teaching in spite of a previous prison sentence for abusing his pupils (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). ‘The Times’ had reported on a scandal involving the serious neglect of Dafydd’s patients at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh some 20 yrs previously, but remained silent about north Wales abuse horrors from 1986 onward. Rupert Murdoch bought ‘The Times’ in 1981 and Sir Simon Jenkins, who has a home in Gwynedd, was Editor of ‘The Times’, 1990-92 (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Simon must have missed that police investigation and all those deaths…

 

Rees-Mogg had a house in Somerset but spent most of his time in London, although he waved his Somerset credentials about a lot. He was High Sheriff of Somerset, 1975-78, so he would have known Brown’s father, who was Deputy Lieutenant at about the same time.

Mystic Mogg was of course the father of Jacob. When I was at school, Jacob featured in the ‘Western Daily Press’ and when he was about 10 yrs old he was promoted as a child prodigy with regard to his investments on the stock market. The ‘Western Daily Press’ was a sort of west country version of ‘The Sun’, a right wing newspaper which contained a lot of sex stories, although not pics of topless teenagers. The ‘Western Daily Press’ caught a whiff of sex everywhere, even when reporting serious harm or death. One memorable headline was ‘It’s Sex On Top Of The Cliff, Then Over We Go’, which was a report about quite a dangerous accident.

The ‘Western Daily Press’ also really maxed out on Diana Dors because she was from Swindon, but they had to keep remembering not to mention that her friends were gangsters and armed robbers. I think that Dors and her mates hung out at the Webbington Country Club near Bristol, which was viewed as a sort of Sodom and Gomorrah, the scene of gun fights and a venue for prostitution. The ‘Western Daily Press’ did manage to report it when Dors’ husband the actor Alan Lake was found shot dead. Lake’s death was always attributed to suicide but now I have a greater understanding of the circles in which he and Dors moved, I am wondering if questions were deliberately not asked about that death. As a young man, Lake went to prison after a particularly vicious pub brawl, which resulted in his mate Leapy Lee receiving an even longer sentence than Lake because he stabbed the pub’s relief manager. Leapy Lee was a rather lame pop singer who’s only hit was with the song ‘Little Arrows’. It would be a bit like Peter Noone of Herman’s Hermits being banged up for stabbing someone.

One of the Hergest Unit patients who derived such entertainment from Dafydd used to chunder on in a Dafydd-voice about Dafydd listening to Herman’s Hermits records. The joke arose from an incident in which Dafydd had tried to get down with the kids – the man in question had been sectioned and was telling Dafydd that he had gone up into the mountains and ‘I ate some grass’. To which Dafydd responded ‘do ewe mean mari-jew-ana?’ and the Hergest patient said ‘no, grass’. So Dafydd asked ‘why were ewe eating grass?’ The Hergest patient replied ‘because I was thirsty’. Dafydd diagnosed paranoid schizophrenia. I had no idea at the time that Dafydd’s gang were selling disadvantaged kids and young people to rock stars for sex, I just used to roll around laughing at Dafydd’s idea of the counter-culture. Who knows, perhaps Herman and his Hermits were buying underaged boys off Dafydd, along with everyone else.

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After coming out of prison, Alan Lake had a serious riding accident which nearly paralysed him and then he became an alcoholic and experienced psychotic episodes. He was treated by a Top Doctor, but I don’t know who. Lake became seriously depressed after Dors’ died and in Oct 1984 he was found dead having been shot in the head after taking his son to the railway station. His body was found in his son’s bedroom.

Lake played parts in the TV programmes ‘The Underworld’, ‘Locate And Destroy’, ‘Dixon Of Dock Green’, ‘Crown Court’, ‘Angels’, ‘No Hiding Place’, ‘Paint Me A Murder’ and ‘Hart To Hart’. His films included ‘Catch Us If You Can’.

 

Mystic Mogg’s daughter Annunziata stood unsuccessfully for a Somerset constituency for the Tories in the 2010 General Election and caused much mirth by calling herself ‘Nancy Mogg’ for electioneering purposes. Not that it fooled anyone.

 

In 1989 Lord Peter Palumbo succeeded Mystic Mogg as Chairman of the Arts Council and remained in post until 1993. Tory peer Palumbo is the son of Randolph Palumbo, himself a major property developer. Peter Palumbo was educated at Eton and then studied at Worcester College, Oxford. In 1972 Palumbo bought Farnsworth House in the US, expanded and improved the house by adding furniture of the man who designed the house and by purchasing adjacent properties and placing in them the work of eminent sculptors. Palumbo sold the property at auction to the National Trust for Historic Preservation in 2003. Palumbo also owns other swish properties in the US and for a time owned a Le Corbusier in Paris. In 1994 Palumbo demolished the Mappin & Webb building in the City of London and replaced it with a building designed by Sir James Stirling, which was opened by the Governor of the Bank of England, Eddie George.

Palumbo was a Trustee of the Tate, 1978-85 and Chairman of its foundation, 1986-87. He served as a Trustee for the Whitechapel Art Gallery and of the Natural History Museum. He was Chairman of the Serpentine Gallery’s Board of Trustees. He was also the Chancellor of the University of Portsmouth and the Chairman of the Friends of Highgate Cemetery. He has been on the Board of Trustees of The Architecture Foundation. Palumbo is or was Chairman of the jury of the Pritzker Prize for Architecture.

Palumbo led the fundraising effort to resurrect and refurbish the Church of St Stephen Walbrook in London, a building by Sir Christopher Wren. Henry Moore was commissioned by Palumbo to build a stone altar for the church. The former rector of St Stephen Walbrook and founder of the Samaritans, Dr Chad Varah, was the family chaplain. 

There were considerable problems in Bangor after the Samaritans refused to help suicidal people if they were mental health patients because the Samaritans ‘weren’t trained’ and ‘people like that often kill themselves anyway’. What made it worse was that the Hergest Unit were refusing to treat many mental health patients and would simply give them the phone number of the Samaritans and then call the police to throw them out of the hospital.

Palumbo was a polo teammate of Prince Charles and the two were close until 1984 when Charles publicly criticised some of Palumbo’s architecture. Palumbo nevertheless still became godfather to Princess Beatrice.  

Palumbo was created a life peer by Thatch in Feb 1991 – the same month as Peter Morrison was knighted! 

 

Palumbo’s eldest son is Jamie Palumbo who in 2017 had an estimated fortune of £350 million. He was educated at Eton and Worcester College, Oxford. From 1984-92, Palumbo worked for Merrill Lynch and Morgan Grenfell. 

In Sept 1991 Jamie Palumbo, together with his school friend Humphrey Waterhouse and DJ Justin Berkmann, founded the Ministry of Sound nightclub in South London. Initially Palumbo lost control of the club to drug dealers and a fight to regain control ensued. One wonders to what extent Jamie Palumbo ‘regained control’. Ministry of Sound has expanded into a number of areas including recorded music, live events, digital media and merchandise. Ministry of Sound Recordings is the largest independent music company in the world. In 2016 Palumbo sold Ministry of Sound Recordings to the Sony Music Group for $104 million.

It was the Sony subsidiary Epic which gave the Super Furry Animals such a generous recording deal (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). The leading light in the Super Furries was Gruff Rhys, the son of Ioan Bowen Rees who was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile ring made merry within the Council’s children’s homes.

In 1994 Palumbo launched legal proceedings against his father with his sister, claiming that his father had mismanaged the family trust and subsequently his father resigned as a trustee. In 2010 new proceedings were launched relating to another family trust, his father also resigned from this trust and paid legal fees. I hate to think what Jamie will do when his dad dies, the notion of ‘where’s a will there’s a relative’ will be taken to a whole new level.

Jamie Palumbo is a major donor to the Lib Dems and in Oct 2013 received a peerage.

 

In 1993 Alexander Ruthven, Earl Gowrie aka Grey Gowrie, became Chairman of the Arts Council of Great Britain. Grey Gowrie’s grandfather was Governor General of Australia and Gowrie was educated at Eton, Balliol College and Harvard.

Grey Gowrie succeeded to the earldom of Gowrie on the death of his grandfather on 2 May 1955; at the same time he succeeded as 2nd Viscount Ruthven of Canberra and 2nd Baron Gowrie of Canberra and of Dirleton (East Lothian). In 1956, he further succeeded his great-uncle the 10th Lord Ruthven of Freeland as 3rd Baron Ruthven of Gowrie.

Lord Gowrie inherited his estate in County Kildare from his great-aunt Sheelagh Blacker in 1967 and later sold it to Tony O’Reilly, to whom he also sold his Dublin home on Fitzwilliam Square. Sir Anthony O’Reilly is the billionaire Irish former businessman and international rugby union player. O Reilly led the Independent News & Media Group, 1973-09 and is the former CEO and Chairman of the H.J. Heinz Company. He was the leading shareholder of Waterford Wedgwood.

Gowrie lived partly in Ireland until 1983 and then moved to the marches region of Wales, while also maintaining a London residence for much of the period.

Grey Gowrie joined the Tory frontbench under Ted Heath in 1972 as a Whip and remained in position until 1974. He served under Thatcher as Minister of State for Employment, 1979-81 and as Minister of State for N Ireland, 1981-83. So Gowrie served in Thatcher’s Gov’t with Peter Morrison and would have been party to what had gone on at the Kincora Boys’ Home. Thatch then appointed Gowrie as Minister for the Arts, 1983-85. He was also Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster between 1984-85. Despite being offered the post of Secretary of State for Education and Science, Gowrie resigned from the Cabinet in 1985, stating that it was impossible for him to live in London on the salary provided for the post. Grey Gowrie is very rich and very posh, so ‘Private Eye’ made much of Gowrie’s low wages as a Cabinet Minister and there was comment about the need to stop the priceless work of art that was The Gowrie from leaving Britain.

Grey Gowrie was also Chairman of Sotheby’s, 1985–1994.

The Arts Council of Great Britain was divided in 1994 to form the Arts Council of England, Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales. At the same time the National Lottery was established and the Arts Council of England became one of the distribution bodies, thus The Gowrie was responsible for dishing out the dosh. The National Lottery was of course Thatcher’s big idea – Thatch maintained that it would provide an opportunity for the creation of more millionaires! If the old cow was still alive I’d remind her that it is quite difficult to make a living by gambling – even George Carman had to use his income as a corrupt barrister to subsidise his huge gaming debts – and contrary to the advert assuring us that it ‘could be you’, it was most unlikely to be. It’s called statistical probability, Thatch would have done well to have acquainted herself with the notion. However there have been a number of scandals when it has been revealed that Lottery money has been used for certain minority interests – gay and lesbian groups, some of which have not been what they pretended to be. The National Lottery looks kindly upon ‘mental health support groups’ and the like as well.

Now why would a filthy rich, multiply titled connoisseur of fine art and paedophiles’ friend like The Gowrie have been interested in causes like that? The Chairman of Sothebys was not going to be found sitting in the MIND ‘drop in’ in Bangor, being told that there was ‘nothing they could do’ when distressed Empowered Service Users recounted tales of serious crime on the part of the mental health services and others. There was someone who was banned from the Bangor MIND drop in – it was the Hergest patient who was a fine art graduate and who used to bang on about the World of Art and the filthy lucre and sexploitation involved. But Helen Milne, the inadequate, lame servant of Dafydd’s who ran the drop in, only banned him AFTER he’d given the lecture on art and the free lessons for the Empowered Service Users.

Helen’s colleague Alison Greenaway was the Bangor MIND co-ordinator for donkey’s years – then Alison trained as a psychiatric social worker and made her loyalties quite clear, as patients were found dead and went to prison – she didn’t say a word (see post ‘A Bit More About Those Very Muddy Waters’). Alison felt the call of social work at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry.

Meanwhile Helen Milne also led Bangor Rape Crisis.

It was an absolutely joke, there was not one ‘helping agency’ in north Wales that Dafydd and the paedophiles did not control. It seems that they even had The Gowrie in their pocket.

 

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones:

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Alexander Patrick Greysteil Hore-Ruthven, 2nd Earl of Gowrie:

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Now if Wingett’s the auctioneers near Wrexham had been involved in channelling dosh to the paedophiles’ friends, it would not surprise me. This is the Chairman of Sotheby’s that we are talking about.

 

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The Gowrie lectured at Harvard and UCL and was Provost of the Royal College of Art. He is a Patron of the Elton John AIDS Foundation. Together with Rowan Williams and Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, he is a Patron of the ‘Wilfred Owen Association’. In terms of the subject matter of my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’, The Gowrie is a substantial part. The Gowrie was a founding Director of the British Friends of the National Gallery of Ireland.

In the summer of 1999, having been diagnosed with a serious heart condition, The Gowrie checked into Harefield Hospital and, after a heart transplant and a long recovery, left hospital in 2000. He became friends with his principal surgeon, Sir Magdi Yacoub and now Chairs the institute named for him. 

Magdi Yacoub worked with Dame Julia Polak, the person who was alleged to have been the most unscrupulous liar and fraudster at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School when I was there in 1986-87. Some years later Polak and Yacoub claimed to have performed a life-saving medical miracle on Polak herself and then founded a research institute on the basis of that miracle. My post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ explains why I suspect that this was the most audacious of all Polak’s alleged research frauds.

In 2003 The Gowrie was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. In Jan 2009, The Gowrie accepted Farad Azima’s invitation to Chair the Advisory Board of the Iran Heritage Foundation.

The Gowrie’s first wife was Alexandra Bingley, daughter of Colonel Robert Bingley. I’ve done a bit of digging to try and find out if Robert Bingley is any relation of the Bingley clan who colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles for so many years but surprise, surprise, the info doesn’t seem to be available.

 

 

The Arts Council dates back to the 1940s. In 1940, the Council for the Encouragement of Music and the Arts (CEMA), was appointed to help promote and maintain British culture. The Council was Gov’t funded and after WWII was renamed the Arts Council of Great Britain.

A  Royal Charter was granted on 9 Aug 1946, followed by another in 1967. The latter provided for functions in Scotland and Wales to be conducted by two almost autonomous committees known as the Scottish and Welsh Arts Councils – the basis for today’s Scottish Arts Council and Arts Council of Wales.

The Council’s first Chairman was John Maynard Keynes who used his influence in Gov’t to secure a high level of funding, despite Britain’s severe economic problems following WWII. The majority of this funding was directed to organisations with which Keynes had close ties such as the Royal Opera House and was restricted to Central London. Keynes used his political influence to ensure that the Arts Council reported directly to the Treasury, establishing the principle of an ‘arms length’ relationship between UK Arts policy and the Gov’t of the day.

After Keynes’ death, Gov’t funding was reduced, but the Arts Council received wide recognition for its contribution to the Festival of Britain thanks to the new Chairman Kenneth Clark. Kenneth Clark was the father of the odious sexual predator, the Tory MP Alan Clark. Alan Clark was constantly constructed as a bit of a character – he was actually someone who had sex with anything that moved, including non-consenting people who were below 16 yrs old. Clark regularly exposed himself to school girls and would follow young women around London whom he’d seen on public transport and had taken a shine to. Clark was a junior Minister in Thatcher’s Gov’t in the Depts of Employment, Trade and Defence. He worked at the Dept of Employment with Ken Clarke and Ken Clarke’s autobiography alleges that Alan Clark rarely made it into work and spent most of his time drunk. Alan Clark wrote about the quality of the ‘globes’ of the young women whom he saw on trains and remarked upon Thatch’s ‘very pretty ankles’. Which caused Ian Hislop to remark that Thatcher’s globes obviously weren’t worth a comment.

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It really is quite unbelievable that someone allowed this lot to run a country.

Artworks commissioned by the Council for the Festival of Britain were retained to form the basis of the Arts Council Collection. 

Under Wilson’s Gov’t of 1964-70, it is said that the Arts Council enjoyed a ‘golden age’, thanks to the close relationship between paedophiles’ friends Chairman Arnold Goodman and the Arts Minister Jennie Lee. This period saw the Arts Council establish a network of arts organisations across the country and a programme of touring exhibitions and performances.

During the 1970s and 1980s the Arts Council came under attack for being elitist and politically biased, in particular from Tebbit. It is clear from the Arts Council Chairs appointed by Thatcher that under the Tories it did not become less elitist or less politically biased in any way – instead of being run by paedophiles’ friends of a left wing bent, it was run by very rich paedophiles’ friends who were Tories. The Gov’t grant to the Council was capped, the idea being that the shortfall would be made up by increased sponsorship from the private sector.

The Secretary-General of the Arts Council from 1975–83 was Roy Shaw, the last Secretary-General to be knighted. Presumably after 1983, Lilibet had her hands full dishing the knighthoods out to Peter Morrison, Jimmy Savile and their ilk. Shaw faced the ‘difficult task’ of reconciling ‘the needs’ of arts organisations with the restricted funding. Mystic Mogg proposed slimming down the Council’s responsibilities. This led to a series of clashes with leading luvvies such as Peter Hall, who resigned from the Arts Council in protest. In 1987 the restructure inspired by Mystic Mogg cut by half the number of organisations receiving Arts Council funding. During the same period, the Arts Council began ‘encouraging a greater level of corporate sponsorship for the arts’, which I think means that Charles Saatchi was allowed to call the shots. Hence the elevation of Tracey Emin’s NHS-style disgusting bed and her ‘everyone whom I have ever shagged’ tent to the status of works of art.

Charles Saatchi became famous all over again in 2013, after he was photographed with his hands around the neck of his wife, Nigella Lawson, the daughter of former Chancellor Nigel Lawson. Charles maintained that it was a ‘playful tiff’. An acrimonious divorce followed with allegations and counter-allegations of unpleasant behaviour on the part of Saatchi and coke snorting on the part of Nigella. When Nigella Lawson was at Oxford, she was involved with the Dangerous Sports Club, a bunch of Top Tossers who routinely did some very dangerous and frequently unlawful things but who never faced many consequences.

A leading light in the Dangerous Sports Club was Tommy Leigh-Pemberton, the son of the Robin Leigh-Pemberton, the Governor of the Bank of England, 1983-93 . Tommy Leigh-Pemberton died in what is always described as a ‘tragic accident’, the details of which were not made public. I know the details. Tommy Leigh-Pemberton was shot dead, deliberately, by someone whom he had really pissed off. Leigh-Pemberton was a twat of the highest order and there was nothing that he liked more than driving dangerously, at speed, through built-up areas. He was living in Kenya and it was known that the staff of one of the embassies in Nairobi were trigger happy and that if someone drove past at speed, potshots would be taken at them. So the wanker Tommy and his mates dared each other to drive past and elicit the bullets. Which they did, repeatedly. Until one of the bullets hit Leigh-Pemberton and killed him. The truth behind Leigh-Pemberton’s death did not appear in any media report.

Leigh-Pemberton and his mates revelled in doing anything, anything at all, knowing that their Top Tory parents would get them off the hook, no matter how dangerous or illegal it had been.

The founder of the Dangerous Sports Club was David Kirke – although that was not  his real name – who lied and swindled his way around the world’s best hotels, spinning a yarn about being an Oxford Professor. After many years of fraud and deception, the world finally caught up with David Kirke in the early 1990s and he was imprisoned. His defence team stated that he was a ‘Walter Mitty’ character and was manic to boot. He wasn’t, he was a conman who targeted people whom he knew would be impressed with fuckwittery and a plummy accent. Graham Chapman of Monty Python was associated with the Dangerous Sports Club, as a consequence of Kirke wanting to ingratiate himself to someone affluent and famous to gain, as Kirke himself said, ‘some crumbs from the rich man’s table’.

Nigella’s association with the crook Kirke and his friends was never publicised. But then no-one mentioned that her father’s constituency was in Leicestershire, in the area of the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal with the associated serious criminality.

Now Nigella! Who ordered Kirke to contact people who knew me from years previously and pay them all that money to ensure that if – or indeed when – I was found dead, or was imprisoned, that a pack of lies would be told about me, by people ‘who really knew what she was like’? Because someone gave them a great deal of money, whilst I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School. Thousands and thousands of pounds, two Range Rovers were purchased, a country house, it was incredible. Furthermore Nigella, how did your daddy and his mates ensure that no-one went to prison when the man whom you paid to collaborate with you regarding my allegations re Dafydd and the paedophiles KILLED that young Bulgarian student? The whole of Somerset wanted to know why it was only a manslaughter charge, not murder and why the judge ordered them to be acquitted. Bristol Crown Court, 2004. What was going on exactly?

I think that the Angels of north Wales are going to have to give many more interviews about being attacked by Dangerous Patients to get out of this one. We’ll need a few more cures for cancer as well. And a ‘Save The NHS March’ through central London.

Robin Leigh-Pemberton was given a peerage – in 1992. Once those five other witnesses had been safely killed by that firebomb and once my career had been wrecked and the career of my friend who had been planning to make a documentary about north Wales.

Leigh-Pemberton is dead, as is Thatch who appointed him as Governor of the Bank of England. But the man who gave him a peerage is alive and kicking and has questions to answer.

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Here’s a close pal of some murdering bastards, at a photo shoot at Selfridge’s no less. Probably after a visit to the hairdresser and a quick snort. She needs to look her best! Not that Nigel Lawson would ever have allowed his own kids within a mile of Dafydd – it was other people’s children whom he preyed on. Particularly when there was an election to be won.

 

 

As for all that modern art that Charles Saatchi purchased, I cannot help but wonder if someone was having a laugh at his expense. Perhaps someone who knew that the World of Art was crawling with rich abusive people and fancied making it a laughing stock? Hence Viz magazine’s awards for the best modern art spotted on Newcastle-Upon-Tyne bus shelters – the prize winner was 14 yr old Jason with his piece of graffiti ‘My Penis Smells of Apples’. Had Jason been blonde and pretty, no doubt ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’ would have found its way into Saatchi’s Chelsea gallery.

 

My post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’ mentioned the art student turned Hergest Unit patient who told me that if he wanted, he could take the art world by storm with his construction ‘Turd Eclipsing The Sun’ in return for selling his bottom to the Big Beasts. I doubt that he could have at that point because he was in his 40s and had suffered from the ravages of Dafydd’s ‘help’, but when he was young I think it highly likely that his plan would have worked. This man supplied me with the names of many of the Great n Good, whom he assured me survived on a diet of cocaine, champagne and underaged kids. The names that I was given included Francis Bacon, Lucian Freud and David Hockney. The Hergest staff were far too bigoted to listen to a word that this man said, but I did and the reason why he was illegally imprisoned by Dafydd many years previously was that he objected to a North Wales Police Sergeant appearing at his side when he was in the loo and naked, after he had been fitted up for drugs offences. His objection to the police officer was met with a punch in the face, imprisonment in Risley Remand Centre and a lifetime in the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends.

Ella Fisk, an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit, once told me that I was ‘so much more intelligent’ than this man. No I was not, he did have a brain but it had been completely scrambled, initially by psychedelic drugs, but then it had then been finished off by the ‘medication’ that he was assured was absolutely necessary. I knew what he was being given – he didn’t because he knew bugger all about pharmacology – and I knew exactly what it was doing to him…Despite the best efforts of the paedophiles’ friends, some of his memories were crystal clear – of Denbigh, of Risley Remand Centre, of the rock scene in the 60s and 70s and of the art world. Dafydd knew what that man had witnessed and a decision was taken to ensure that – like everyone else who could name people in High Society who had done things that they shouldn’t have – this man disappeared in the criminal justice and mental health system of north Wales.

 

Mr Murdoch – there is more than one ageing Empowered Service User in north Wales who has named your wife’s ex as being part of a very sordid scene when he was younger. Before he was Sirred and sent his kids to Eton.

 

The Arts Council England’s website tells us that ‘We invest public money to make great art that has an impact on everyone’s lives’. It’s certainly had an impact on mine, they bankrolled the friends of a gang of sex traffickers who tried to kill me.

One of the websites ‘telling the story’ of the Arts Council features a splendid picture of Judi Dench and Ian McKellen doing their Shakespearean bit. Dame Judi is of course Robert Bluglass’s old mucker and Sir Ian is the man who campaigned long and hard to have gay people accepted into public life and polite society. I don’t have a problem with that, but an archive clip of an interview with Sir Ian on this subject shows him naming Michael Barrymore as a high profile Funnyman who to Sir Ian’s delighht had by then been taken into the nation’s hearts. Sir Ian gave that interview before a sexually injured corpse was found in Barrymore’s swimming pool, a sexually injured corpse who’s presence in that pool has never been explained.

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I know nuzzing…

Sir Ian only came out as gay in 1988, but his orientation was well-known in the acting world long before then. Sir Ian Bravely Spoke Out against Section 28, the insanity dreamt up by Thatcher’s Gov’t to prevent local authorities from ‘promoting homosexuality’ whilst kids in care in north Wales were imprisoned or killed lest anyone be in a position to testify that her mate Peter Morrison was abusing them. Section 28 was enacted in May 1988, which was after Alison Taylor and I had refused to keep quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles and after Mary Wynch had done battle in court with them. So how about a grand gesture from a Gov’t of hypocrites who were knowingly colluding with the trafficking of kids in care for both heterosexual and homosexual tastes?

It was Jill Knight – now Baroness Knight – who introduced Section 28. Knight had some quaint ideas about gays – she was on record as stating that they were good with antiques – but she didn’t think that they should be promoted or indeed allowed to be parents. More importantly, Jill Knight was for years a member of the Monday Club, which was heaving with Tories who were concealing the abuse of children and contained a number who were actually abusing kids themselves. Jill was MP for Birmingham Edgbaston, 1966-97. Jill, having spent more than 30 years living cheek by jowl with the corrupt professionals who oiled the wheels of Dafydd’s trafficking gang and sent kids in care into his arms, I presume that you are well-acquainted with a man called Robert Bluglass, who virtually ran the NHS in Birmingham.

 

Sir Ian stated that he had to Do Something About Section 28, even if it ruined his career. Of course it did not ruin his career – everyone already knew that he was gay – in fact it did his career a great deal of good, he was hailed a Champ of the Oppressed. Which could have been very useful if there had been any service users knocking around who might have remembered Sir Ian or his mates utilising the services provided by Dafydd and Lucille.

In 2010 Sir Ian featured in TV adverts to support Age UK, which was formed from the merger of Age Concern and Help the Aged – Sir Ian gave his time free of charge. Paedophiles’ friend Margaret Hanson, the Vice-Chair of the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board, was formerly the Chief Exec of Age Concern in North East Wales. Before that, Margaret was a children’s and family social worker and a Councillor in Cheshire. Whilst Dafydd’s paedophile gang operated in that county. Margaret’s husband David Hanson is the Labour MP for Delyn and the former PPS To Tony Blair.

Sir Ian’s former partner is Sean Mathias, a theatre and film director. Sean Mathias is described as being ‘Welsh-born’ – whether he is any relation of William Mathias, the esteemed late Welsh composer who was Prof of Music at UCNW for many years as well as a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’), I don’t know.

Sir Ian was knighted in the New Years Honours 1991 – just like Sir Peter Morrison!

 

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Sir Ian at Manchester Pride 2010:

 

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Sir Roy Shaw – the Secretary General of the Arts Council, 1975-83 – also sat on Harold Wilson’s OU planning committee, along with a number of paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’).

Shaw attended grew up in considerable hardship in Sheffield, but his schooling was terminated early as a result of Crohn’s disease. He left school young, worked first in a butcher’s shop and then at the ‘Sheffield Telegraph’ and for Sheffield Library. Shaw gained a place at the Quaker college at Woodbrooke, Birmingham, for a pre-university course in 1941. Previous posts have mentioned the involvement of a number of Quakers in the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. Shaw later went to Manchester University, graduating in 1946.

While at Manchester University Sir Roy was an editor of the journal, ‘Humanitas’, along with Herbert McCabe, who later became a Dominican priest. In 1946, Shaw married Gwenyth Baron. They had seven children, including the Sussex University sociologist Professor Martin Shaw and the journalist Phil Shaw. Martin Shaw is a member of the Labour Party, a former International Socialist and was active in E.N.D. and other leftist groups.

 

In 1946, Sir Roy Shaw was appointed a tutor for the WEA in the East Riding of Yorkshire. In 1947, Shaw became a Lecturer in the Department of Extra-Mural Studies at the University of Leeds and in 1958 he was appointed Director of the Leeds University Adult Education Centre in Bradford. Shaw organised art exhibitions, concerts, and visits by theatre and opera groups.

There was organised sex offending in the Leeds and Bradford areas as well as in the wider Yorkshire region as long  the late 1940s – the situation was considerably inflamed by Jimmy Savile just a few years later. People involved in adult education/sociology/community studies will have known about it.

In 1962 Shaw was appointed Head of Adult Education at the University of Keele, which had a long running problem with paedophiles and those who protected them working there. Keele gave Shaw a Chair in 1967. While at Keele Shaw became a BBC Governor and a Governor of the  British Film Institute and it was at that time that he became involved in the foundation of the OU.

Shaw was the theatre critic of ‘The Tablet’, 1990-2000. He remained concerned with political issues, for example visiting Israel in 1994 to press for the release of the nuclear whistle-blower Mordechai Vanunu. In 2006, at the age of 88, Shaw Chaired the Celebrating Age festival in Brighton and Hove.

Shaw converted to Catholicism in 1955, but left the Church in the late 1960s and returned in the 1970s.

Shaw’s Indie obituary states that ‘he built Keele University’s outreach work in the Potteries and the surrounding villages’, that ‘he also became a national figure in the movement for second-chance education’ and that ‘he championed theatre in the round at the Victoria Theatre in Stoke-on-Trent, and loved music hall and comedians (especially Ken Dodd) as much as the classics’.

A long standing network of abusers targeting children in care with the usual knock-on effect on the mental health services/NHS existed in the Staffordshire area and my post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’ details Ken Dodd’s links with those involved in the abuse of vulnerable people, including in north Wales.

Shaw also had dealings with Ruskin College, which educated many future Labour MPs (see post ‘A Study In Tyranny’). In the mid-1960s, Matt Arnold taught at Ruskin and Peter Howarth was a student of his. Arnold later became the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn when it bloomed into a major centre of paedophile activity and Howarth was one of the few who did actually end up going to prison for abusing boys there. Arnold and Howarth had previously worked together at Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where the boys had been abused…

 

Shaw had a ‘passionate conviction’ that funding the arts was the state’s job – not that of private benefactors or commercial sponsors. At Shaw’s retirement party in 1983 he asked the then Arts Minister The Gowrie whether he had read the paper Shaw prepared on developing wider access to the arts, which The Gowrie had not even acknowledged. The Gowrie replied ‘Oh, yes, but my main concern is to foster the growth of business sponsorship.’

So it was either state-funded sexual exploitation or sexual exploitation funded by corporate sponsorship. It was a win-win situation for Dafydd et al. What nobody would do was expose what was going on. Shaw’s obituary in the Torygraph illustrates the difficulties that anyone alleging the existence of organised Naughtiness In High Places will face:

 ‘[Shaw’s] showed his wide browsing on the matter — he was able to pose such questions as “Did Orson Welles read Bertrand Russell?” — and it also contained attacks on such Conservative enemies as Kingsley Amis, Alistair McAlpine and Norman St John-Stevas. Shaw had once been on first-name terms with St John-Stevas but, following the latter’s appointment as Arts Minister, was riled when he found himself required to address him as “Minister” and gratefully wait for meetings “like a papal audience”….Margaret Thatcher was keen that sponsorship should play as great a role as subsidy, and the Arts Council often struggled to justify its own existence. Yet the forces within it were frequently so politically opposed that there was little coherence in policy, and attempts to compensate for Conservative policies resulted sometimes in support for wildly self-indulgent work.

Shaw was sentimental about the arts and the status the Arts Council gave him. “Who can deny,” he wrote, “that to sit in a box at the Royal Opera is a delightful experience — diminished only by twinges of regret that so many of the people one had lived with in the North or the Midlands could not share the delight? Who could fail to be excited by those glamorous annual theatrical dinners and lunches where you saw most of the famous actors you could think of — and talked to several you knew personally?”

Literature, Shaw conceded, was “a problem area”. More specifically, he disliked the Director of Literature, Charles Osborne. “I felt it my duty to try and persuade him to resign and devote himself more fully to the writing and broadcasting from which I had the impression he earned almost as much as his Council salary.”

Reviewing ‘The Arts and the People’, Osborne hit back: “Of the four Secretaries General with whom I worked, he was the only one who tended to wave his politics about like an offensive weapon. If one stood up to his hectoring manner, he could be quite genial. If one did not have the temperament to defend oneself, he could behave like the worst kind of bully.”

Shaw angrily denied that he was Left-wing and obsessed with adult education. He pointed to the occasions when he had advocated the withdrawal of grants to various Left-wing theatre groups. None the less, as Secretary General, he gave his support to the cause of North-West Spanner, a Left-wing alternative theatre company that had its grant removed at the behest of a Right-wing local councillor in 1977.

The resulting furore brought together a coalition of actors, theatre groups and leading intellectuals, who complained of political censorship and succeeded in having the money restored. In a way, it was the political theatre’s only tangible victory of the decade; but it was also a caricature of militant aims.

They had won the right to be employed by their avowed enemies, thus arguing the case for a system they were wholly opposed to. Subsequently, some of Spanner’s actors researched a play set in a hospital and so enjoyed the experience of real work that they became hospital porters…

He also turned his mind to policies for the arts and became an unpaid adviser to Jenny Lee, who, under Wilson, was Britain’s first Arts Minister. When the Conservatives were returned to power, Jenny Lee was replaced by Lord Eccles, who retained Shaw and appointed him an unpaid member of the Arts Council in 1972. Three years later Shaw was appointed Secretary General. ‘Private Eye’ noted the appointment of a “provincial academic” to an “Establishment” position.’

It will not have been a coincidence that Shaw, the ‘provincial academic’ was appointed to an ‘establishment’ position. He was a provincial academic who had spent years working in a region that was the hub of organised sex abuse and had worked in the institutions and settings in which that abuse was a substantial problem. Every Gov’t was concealing the same criminality as it snowballed – Shaw will have proved useful to all of them.

Lord Eccles was the Arts Minister, 1970-73, under Ted Heath. Lord Jack Donaldson succeeded Eccles as Arts Minister and remained there throughout Wilson’s and then Callaghan’s administrations. Jack Donaldson is described as, among other things, a ‘prison reformer’ and an ‘Approved School manager’. Abuse of children in Approved Schools was endemic and I don’t think that Jack was very effective where reforming prisons was concerned. Donaldson was a junior Minister at the N Ireland Office, 1974-76, so he’ll also have been in on the shagfest that was the Kincora Boys’ Home and the lengths that everyone went to in order to conceal that. Donaldson was Chairman of the National Consumer Council, 1968-71. He left the Labour Party to join Dr Death and the gang in 1981.

Donaldson was succeeded as Arts Minister by Norman St John Stevas, (1979-81), who was indulging in the very same activities with under-aged boys as Sir Peter Morrison. St John Stevas was succeeded by Paul Channon, 1981-83, (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’), who was succeeded by Earl Gowrie, 1983-85, who was succeeded by Richard Luce, 1985-90, (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), who was succeeded by David Mellor, 1989-90 – who had previously worked in the Home Office and the Dept of Health – and so it continued.

Every one of these Arts Ministers had previously held responsibilities in which they had concealed serious organised sexual abuse. Which set them up very nicely for presiding over a Ministerial Dept responsible for theatre, arts and music, areas in which the sexual exploitation of young people was rife.

 

So organised sexual exploitation was being concealed across the political spectrum, by people involved in the Arts from a range of backgrounds with different notions of what the Arts should be, who they should serve and who should fund them. Most ludicrously, on a broader societal scale, sex offending was being concealed by the nations’s moralists as well as by the sexual liberators. Mary Whitehouse or Sir Ian McKellen? Neither was going to help the victims of Dafydd et al.

 

I enjoy using the phrase ‘Naughtiness In High Places’ because when Thatcher was in Gov’t, Brown’s brother and I read an old Monty Python book which detailed their spoof general election campaign involving the Silly Party, who’s manifesto was ‘destroying industry, raising unemployment and encouraging naughtiness in high places’. We were reading it just after the Cecil Parkinson scandal broke and Brown’s brother observed that the Tories had managed to implement the Silly Party’s manifesto, which left us rolling around laughing for a very long time. ‘Vote Wisely – Vote Silly. You Know It Makes Nonsense’. At that time, Graham Chapman’s penchant for having sex with under-aged boys was known, but no-one in showbiz mentioned a word… Graham was just gay and a zany Python. It might have helped that John Cleese was very friendly with a number of analysts and Top Docs who were concealing child abuse, some of whom were personally known to Dafydd. The John Cleese who featured in a 1987 party political broadcast for the SDP-Liberal Alliance.

This man was mates with some of those who’s signatures are on documents in my possession, detailing serious criminal activity on their own part:

The Lord Owen
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Dr Death knew exactly what was happening and he knew that witnesses were locked up in Risley Remand Centre, the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and high security hospitals. You, Dr Death, need to cough and now. Dr Death’s former place of employment, St Thomas’s Hospital, served as the home of choice for those at the top of the pyramid of people who were ensuring that Dafydd et al never ever were held to account. Why Peter Hennessey gives Dr Death the time of day even when Hennessey trots around the Lords interviewing clapped out old farts who have caused so much damage I cannot imagine.

 

From 1977-83 Sir Roy Shaw was Visiting Professor at the Centre for Arts, City University London. Shaw died in Brighton, the location of John Allen’s brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the site of the firebombing which killed the five witnesses in April 1992.

The Guardian’s obituary of Shaw provides us with a bit more information regarding the reach of his tentacles and his self-interest:
As a member of the British delegation to the first world conference of culture ministers, in Venice in 1970, he greatly impressed Lord (David) Eccles… Preserving the integrity of bodies such as the Royal Shakespeare Company, capable of box-office successes but needing public support for their core work, was a continual concern. Opera brought out even more vividly what was important to Shaw. After he persuaded local government to match Arts Council funding, English National Opera North opened in Leeds with Saint-Saëns’s Samson et Dalila in 1978; since 1981 it has continued as Opera North. On the other hand, in 1990, after he had left the council, he criticised the Royal Opera House in London as “the least accessible arts institution in Britain”…

Again, he met opposition from the more artistically haughty among the staff and council members, and had at first to turn to the Gulbenkian Foundation for funding. However, the highly successful initiative was soon imitated by other arts organisations and the education department became a valued part of the council’s activities.

Shaw became an organising tutor for the North Yorkshire district of the Workers’ Educational Association. Within a year, Sidney Raybould, who was building a formidably committed extra-mural department at Leeds University, offered him a staff tutorship; he stayed for 13 years. The WEA district secretary, Fred Sedgwick, thought Shaw the best tutor in Yorkshire….[Whilst at Keele University] Shaw set up a fine, wide system, made some notable experiments in workers’ education, as with miners’ families in the village of Silverdale, and vigorously encouraged film and related studies.

The Guardian mentioned that Sir Roy, despite his Catholicism and his long service on ‘The Tablet’, ‘in the new century’, had ‘his faith’ was ‘shaken by events within the Catholic Church and after a brief period of attending Anglican services he finally ceased his lifelong quest and declared himself agnostic.’

I’m wondering if it might have been the tidal wave of allegations of child abuse that emerged from the Catholic Church ‘in the new century’ that shook Shaw’s faith so much, so he got the hell out of there before investigations began, nipped over to join the Anglicans, who then found themselves under fire in exactly the same way. At which point Sir Roy became an agnostic. I’m sure that there’ll be a group of agnostics somewhere abusing kids, Dafydd caters for a great many people, he’s all things to all men, no-one’s left out.

‘The Times’ also paid tribute to Sir Roy when he died: He arrived with a mission to open up the arts to working-class people, one that almost caused a deputation from the art form directors to the then chairman, Lord Gibson, though not for its socialist principles. Shaw had told them that they were too close to their clients, that they operated too much of an old boys’ network and that they needed to be more “clinically detached”. He avoided the threatened confrontation by talking his new colleagues through his intentions, but for some weeks they sported lapel badges reading, “I am clinically detached”.

I notice that Sir Roy borrowed a Top Docs notion. Top Docs are of course supposed to be ‘clinically detached’, it is supposed to protect them from becoming traumatised in the face of their patients’ suffering and it is also supposed to protect patients from things like sexual exploitation. Dafydd and his mates used the concept to dump patients after they had shagged them and then used it as an umbrella for ever after to refuse to answer questions or complaints etc.

Graham Ovenden was born in Hampshire, into a Fabian household and was taught music privately by Albert Ketelbey. He was a student at the Royal College of Music, before taking up painting around 1962. Ovenden was tutored by Lord David Cecil and John Betjeman. He attended the Southampton School of Art and graduated from the Royal College of Art in 1968.

Ovenden moved to Cornwall from Richmond-Upon-Thames in 1973 with painter Annie Ovenden and their family. He bought a cottage on Bodmin Moor with 22 acres of land and began constructing ‘Barley Splatt’, a neo-Gothic building.  

Ovenden was a founder of the Brotherhood of Ruralists in 1975, along with Graham Arnold, Ann Arnold, Sir Peter Blake, David Inshaw, Annie Ovenden and Jann Haworth. The Brotherhood is no longer extant, although in 2005 it had a major London exhibition at the Leicester Galleries. Ovenden’s daughter, Emily, is a writer and singer with the Mediaeval Baebes and Pythia.

Ovenden’s nude and semi-nude photographic portraits of young girls were published, as were his photographs of the children’s street culture in London taken in the late 1950s and early 1960s when Ovenden was a teenager. His book ‘Aspects of Lolita contains prints inspired by Vladimir Nabokov’s novel ‘Lolita’. A general monograph of his paintings, drawings, prints and photographs was published. Many other publications also contain his work . Ovenden’s work has also graced the covers of record albums and books. His work is in numerous collections, including the Victoria and Albert Museum, The Tate and the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

In addition, Ovenden has curated numerous exhibitions, many featuring his extensive collection of antiquarian photographs. Ovenden and his work have been the subject of broadcasts and films, including ‘Lolita Unclothed’ for the series ‘World without Walls’ (ITV, Channel 4, 1993), ‘Stop The Week’ (BBC Radio 4, 1989), ‘Curious Houses with Lucinda Lambton’ (BBC-TV, 1987), ‘Bats in the Belfy – Home Sweet Home’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Robinson Country: The Painter’ (ITV, 1987), ‘Figures in a Landscape: The Brotherhood of Ruralists (BBC Radio 3, 1983) and ‘Summer With the Ruralists, a film produced and directed by John Read for the BBC (1978–79). In 2000, the British Library funded a formal interview with Ovenden as part of its ‘Oral History of British Photography’ series.

In 1980 Ovenden was prosecuted but found not guilty of fraud pertaining to his involvement in the production of hoax calotypes, purportedly images of Victorian street children by a photographer ‘Francis Hetling’. The images were actually taken by Ovenden’s friend, Howard Grey, and re-photographed and printed by Ovenden. Some of the images had been shown at the National Portrait Gallery.

Ovenden’s work has long been been controversial for its depiction of prepubescent girls. In 1991, as ‘States of Grace’ was being published, a set of proofs and a photograph for the book were seized by U.S. Customs and held for over seven months. In Feb 1992, the U.S. Department of Justice claimed that the work depicted ‘sexually explicit conduct’ and therefore was illegal to import, sell or own. During a court hearing one month later in the United States District Court, Eastern District of New York, a federal prosecutor identified page 54 as containing the sole offending image in the book, a substantial retreat from the initial position.

A hearing before Magistrate Zachary Carter was held on 28 May 1992. The hearing was attended by the subject depicted in the allegedly offending image, who was then 18 years of age, as well as the eminent photo-historian and critic, A.D. Coleman. Both witnesses were prepared to testify and gave written statements. The subject of the image on page 54 said:

I have known Graham Ovenden as a family friend for fourteen years – since I was four years old. I have modelled for Graham on numerous occasions – in fact, too numerous to count – for both his photographs and paintings. I have modeled for him both clothed and fully nude, both alone and with other children…. The portrait which the United States has charged as indecent is a portrait of me as I was eight years ago. I am not acting in a sexual way in the picture and Graham never asked me to sexual or treated me as a sexual object. The accusation that the image is ‘obscene’ is, to me, an accusation that I am ‘obscene,’ something to which I take offence.

A.D. Coleman’s prepared statement noted the many artistic qualities of the image which were inconsistent with their being labelled ‘lascivious’. Representatives of the American Civil Liberties Union’s were also in court to offer their brief and were joined by artists, art critics, administrators and various organizations, in opposition to the Gov’ts attempt to censor ‘States of Grace’.

Ovenden himself attested in writing as follows: ‘Symbolically speaking, we are dealing with feelings of the heart and the human yearning for Edenic simplicity – a state of grace, as it were, where there is neither sin nor corruption. The apple has yet to be eaten. The subject, of course, symbolizes this state in the photograph. At the same time, we see that the attainment of Eden is no easy task: the vulnerability of the child suggests, or rather confirms, the fragility of Eden, as well as its fleeting nature in the face of the concerns of the adult world and the demands of modernity’.

Ovenden may well have believed all this, but it reads curiously like Viz magazine’s art critic’s judgement when 14 yr old Jason hit the big time with ‘My Penis Smells Of Apples’.

 

In the face of the subject’s account of her experience of being photographed by Ovenden, the statements proffered by Ovenden and Coleman and the support of the ACLU and others, the government acknowledged defeat and returned the photograph and the proofs. Two months later the book was imported into the US.

On 21 May 1998, censors in New Zealand classified ‘States of Grace’ as UNRESTRICTED, ie. deemed suitable for all audiences. 

On 5 May 2000, the San Diego Public Library announced that it did not consider ‘States of Grace’ (as well as David Hamilton’s ‘Twenty Five Years of an Artist’) to contain child pornography and stated that both Ovenden and Hamilton are ‘contemporary and historically important photographers’ whose work is ‘culturally and artistically significant’. The determination was made in response to a ruling by a San Diego Superior Court judge that a man had photocopied images from those books ‘not for art’s sake but for sexual purposes’. In late Oct 2009, British customs permitted entry of Ovenden’s book, ‘States of Grace’, sent to a customer who purchased it at auction in the US on eBay. The auction price was $350.00.

A year later, in England, some of Ovenden’s photographs were confiscated by the Obscene Publications Squad from Scotland Yard but were returned after a campaign by Lord Jeremy Hutchison, Sir Hugh Casson and David Hockney.

Ovenden’s work ‘Five Girls’ and 29 other images in the permanent collection of the Tate were accessible online until Oct 2009, following the scandal that erupted over a photograph of Brooke Shields as part of the Tate Modern’s 2009 ‘Pop Life’ exhibit.

In 2009 Ovenden was charged with 16 counts of creating ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children and two counts of possessing 121 ‘indecent’ photographs or pseudo-photographs of children. The 121 images are all versions or stages of the 16 works and had been deleted from Ovenden’s computer at the time his home was raided in 2006. The images were subsequently undeleted by police. The prosecution argued that these images were ‘indecent’. The defence argued that the works 121 images were temporary stages toward the creation of the 16 works, that those works constitute art and in no event were any of the works created with criminal intent. The Crown did not alleged that the images at issue depict any actual children.

On 22 Oct 2009, after less than two days of trial, the jury was discharged and a new trial date set. On 9 April 2010, after a five-minute hearing, the case was thrown out by the judge as two key prosecution witnesses – police officers who had searched his home three and a half years earlier – failed to appear in court. The police declined to comment and the CPS refused to disclose how much the investigation had cost the taxpayer. Graham Ovenden described the police as ‘totally and utterly transfixed by childhood sexuality’ and himself as ‘a controversial figure and, at the moment, a very angry old man’. The prosecution declined to launch an appeal.

On 19 April 2010, it was reported that the Child Abuse Investigation Team of the Metropolitan Police, the force which had carried out the three and a half-year investigation for the trial, was investigating Ovenden over allegations of child sex abuse. Ovenden said such allegations had been made at the start of the previous investigation and dropped, and that ‘the Metropolitan Police are being very vindictive about this’.

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

Following Ovenden’s conviction, the Victoria and Albert Museum removed half of their 14 Ovenden images from its website and the Tate removed 34 of his images from its online collection. In 2015, District Judge Elizabeth Roscoe ordered that Ovenden’s personal collection of paintings and photographs, created by him and others, be destroyed, stating: ‘I have very little doubt that sexual gratification is, at the very least, part of Mr Ovenden’s reasons for making these images’. Ovenden responded to the press, saying: ‘I am a famous artist. I am an equally famous photographer and they are destroying material which has been in the public domain for over 40 years.’

 

The arguments over whether Ovenden’s images were obscene or not are fascinating, although no-one actually grappled with the fact that one cannot control the imaginations and fantasies of other people and that some people might actually have gained ‘sexual gratification’ from Ovenden’s work – as well as other people’s work – that definitely did not fall within any definition of ‘obscenity’. As a quip in Viz magazine said ‘If I sold nude photos of myself as a baby to paedophiles, would I be prosecuted?’ It is widely believed that Lewis Carroll had quite a thing about pre-pubescent girls, although his illustrations and photos were of children fully clothed. No-one has subjected his work to the purifying flames and I don’t think that they should. The real issue is that Graham Ovenden did abuse at least some children. He might not have abused all the kids who modelled for him and the former child model who gave evidence on his behalf may well have been quite correct that he never abused her and that she never felt abused. But he did abuse some children and there will have been people close to him who knew that his conduct was worrying. None of them spoke up and a lot of very big guns were prepared to do everything possible to ensure that Ovenden’s reputation remained unsullied.

Ovenden lived in Richmond-Upon-Thames until 1973. So he was there whilst the paedophile gang based in Richmond-Upon-Thames with links to Westminster and Whitehall which stretched right across London, to north Wales and to Europe was in operation, a paedophile ring which it is now admitted was protected by the very highest authorities (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). It is believed that some victims and witnesses were killed by that gang.

Graham Ovenden was almost certainly acting in the context of a wider group of child abusers.

Every time that a concern was raised about Ovenden, people’s defence of him was predicated entirely on stressing that he was a Very Important Person and Famous with it. He even said that himself. Then lots of other VIPs and Famous People would be wheeled out to testify to the quality of Ovenden’s work. What no-one did was to concern themselves with whether he was actually abusing children. He was.

Very Important People with Famous Friends seem to be very good at ensuring that the obvious is not asked about their conduct. Should those people be Top Doctors, the sound of other Top Docs screaming ‘but he is a very eminent man’ will drown out all other noise for the next few months. Won’t it Bluglass?

Cilla Black was a ‘star’. She was also a personal friend of a man who, along with his Top Doctor colleagues, was without doubt concealing a pan-European trafficking ring which killed some of the witnesses, the ring which included the Richmond-Upon-Thames contingent. Cilla Black may well not have known that, but we really should never be so naive as to believe that someone with famous friends or in possession of a medical degree cannot be a sex offender, because they can and I can name a few who are.

The state has now entrusted the IICSA – which is supposedly going to uncover the truth about organised child abuse – to the very people who caused the problem: social workers, Top Docs and lawyers. Of course not every member of these professions was actively abusing young people, but those professions have become institutionally corrupt and as a whole they concealed serious organised crime involving the mass sexploitation of vulnerable young people. The extent of the abuse that has been inflicted on people in the care of the state could never have happened if the state had not actively helped the abusers.

There is no point in the IICSA and there is no point in all the Me Tooing and the reassurances of the police that the paedos will be caught and ooh we’re building prisons for elderly sex offenders. You’re all bloody guilty, you knew what Dafydd and co were doing and you let them do it. You haven’t got the answers and all that you are doing is adding insult to injury. Excavate those bodies from the grounds of Denbigh, admit what went on so that people like me and Brown no longer have to be smeared and insulted by a gang of paedophiles and their friends and then bugger off and take Buck House and the House of Lords with you. Particularly Dr Death, the world has had quite enough of him.

 

Let us take a look at those who so robustly defended Graham Ovenden in 2001.

Jeremy Hutchinson QC was a barrister who stood as the unsuccessful Labour candidate in the 1945 General Election, when he received assistance in his campaign from Tony Benn.  Hutchison finally entered Parliament as a life peer in 1978 and eventually voted with the Lib Dems in the years after the SDP broke away from the Labour Party. Hutchison went to Stowe School and then Magdalen College Oxford. He was called to the bar at Middle Temple. So he will have known Sir Ronnie Waterhouse. Hutchison was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during WWII and served on the destroyer commanded by Lord Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Hutchison became a recorder of Bath and then a Crown Court judge, 1963-88. Jeremy Hutchison was Vice-Chair of the Arts Council of Great Britain; Trustee and then Chairman of the Tate; Chairman of the London Historic Museum Trust; and Professor of Law at the Royal Academy of Arts.

Hutchison was born into the heart of the Bloomsbury set, his parents were friends of Virginia Woolf et al. He was involved in some of the most memorable trials of the 20th century. He was a member of the defence team in the 1950 Lady Chatterley trial and he defended ‘Fanny Hill’. He led the defence at the 1965 trial of the art thief Kempton Bunton. Hutchison defended Christine Keeler and the spies George Blake and John Vassall; he defended Brian Roberts, the then Editor of the Torygraph and he defended Duncan Cambell in the ABC trial which was presented as a triumph over the vetting of juries by the security services. Hutchison also succeeded in getting Howard Marks acquitted after he was charged with drug trafficking and successfully led the defence for Michael Bogdanov in the 1982 ‘Romans In Britain’ trial.

The Guardian’s review of Thomas Grant’s 2015 book ‘Jeremy Hutchison’s Case Histories’ commented that Hutchison ‘cherished clients’ who were ‘amiable rogues’. Jeremy Hutchison was a highly entertaining performer in court and he had a following because of his challenges to what was perceived as establishment hypocrisy. However there was a high price paid by some for Jeremy having a laugh in court and some of his rogues were not that amiable. He succeeded in having Christine Keeler cleared on some charges – which in itself sounds great, Christine was a teenaged girl who was being eaten alive by friends of the Royal Family and those in Gov’t – but Hutchison did it by defaming Stephen Ward, who was the ultimate scapegoat in the Profumo Affair (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Hutchison described Ward as ‘a perverted Professor Higgins’ and demolished his character in court. Yet privately Hutchison admitted that he knew that Ward was not what Hutchison portrayed him to be. Ward died as a result of the fall-out from that court case, allegedly by suicide – there are indications that if Ward did kill himself, he was he was given a good push by someone. ‘The Guardian’ review observed that Hutchison ‘had a job to do and he was very well paid’.

In the early 1990s I remember challenging a CPS prosecutor in Bangor Magistrates Court who knew that she was prosecuting me on the basis of the lies of the Top Doctors. She became very angry and told me not to ‘start on’ her, that ‘she was just doing her job’. Had her job been making cakes and I didn’t like the flavour of her cakes, she’d have had good grounds to tell me where to get off. But she wasn’t – she knew that she was smearing someone who was at the centre of a fit-up attempt by some very serious criminals. There must be SOMETHING in a lawyers code of conduct that allows them in such circumstances to refuse to act, even if they are a jobbing solicitor for the CPS. That was the CPS who did not mount one prosecution even when, after the 1991-93 police investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal, a file of hundreds of complaints was sent to the CPS.

I don’t know what the name of that lawyer was, but she was first language Welsh, had brownish hair and was pregnant at the time of the case. She sat in Bangor Magistrates Court, along with all the other lawyers in Gwynedd, as a gang of paedophiles fitted up witnesses. They all need to be asked to explain themselves.

As for ‘amiable rogues’ – Dafydd used to joke about being one. This led to Hergest patients taking the piss and making comments such as ‘of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones didn’t murder Mary Wynch’s mother, he was just scrumping apples’. Dafydd could have been scrumping apples as well, but he was running a trafficking gang who were murdering victims. He wasn’t an amiable rogue, he was a dangerous offender.

Howard Marks, that other well-known scrumper whom Hutchison successfully defended, later admitted that he had been guilty of drug trafficking. George Blake admitted to being a spy, so Hutchison had to just go for mitigating circumstances, as he did in the case of John Vassall. Yet John Vassall undoubtedly had information about people in the Admiralty rather grander and more senior than himself who were doing things that they shouldn’t. Vassall was the fall-guy and Hutchison would have known that.

With regard to the ABC trial, that did go down in history as a triumph over the security services and state oppression and it sealed the reputation of the judge involved as being the voice of the common man against state corruption. Which was ludicrous, because the presiding judge was none other than Sir William Mars-Jones, a friend of Dafydd (and Ronnie Waterhouse) and someone who provided a very big umbrella for Dafydd and the paedophiles for decades.

Jeremy Hutchison’s obituary in ‘The Guardian’ was written by Geoffrey Robertson QC, the human rights lawyer who was Hutchison’s junior in the 1982 ‘Romans in Britain’ trial, which was brought by Mary Whitehouse. The trial famously collapsed amidst hilarity after Jeremy Hutchison ridiculed the claim of a witness to have seen a penis on stage during the play. The defence stated that it was an actor’s thumb that had been mistaken for a penis and in court Hutchison positioned his fingers around his groin such that his thumb was in an allegedly penis-like position. The court was entertained, Hutchison won the case and the witness became a national joke. Yet with regard to ‘Romans in Britain’, Robertson mentions that Hutchison disparaged an obviously ‘honest’ witness. It rather seems as though Robertson knew that the witness HAD seen a penis rather than, as Hutchison maintained, a thumb pretending to be a penis.

I was glad when Mary Whitehouse lost the ‘Romans in Britain’ trial because she was the most appalling old hypocrite. Neither would I be bothered if an actor did have his penis out on stage as alleged – it was during a scene in which a rape was being played. But I don’t think that Jeremy Hutchison should have undertaken a massive performance for the court, lied through his teeth and ridiculed a witness if Hutchison knew that the witness was telling the truth.

Geoffrey Robertson QC is the barrister who founded Doughty Street Chambers, which houses Theo Huckle QC, who, when he was Counsel General for Wales, maintained that there was no evidence of negligence in the way in which I had been treated by Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘Theo Huckle QC’). Theo had copies of the 10,000 documents that I now have. There is documentary evidence of the most serious wrongdoing in the NHS, the social services, the probation service and the courts. In the words of a friend who saw those documents, evidence of ‘serious crime in every agency with whom you had ever had contact’.

Helena Kennedy QC also works at Doughty Street. St Helena is a former colleague of Michael Mansfield and also worked closely with Prof Nigel Eastman of St George’s Hospital Medical School. One of Helena’s books contains an acknowledgement and a thank you to Eastman (see post ‘Eve Was Framed – As Were A Lot Of Other People’). Nigel Eastman was one of those concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

Jeremy Hutchison was a very well-connected man – his sister married a member of the Rothschild family and he married the actress Dame Peggy Ashcroft. He lived in London and in Sussex, ‘the heart of Bloomsbury country’. It was also where John Allen owned brothels to which he trafficked kids in care from north Wales and the area where five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

Jeremy’s second wife June, Lady Hutchison, was as impressive as Dame Peggy. June’s biological father was the lover of Coco Chanel, but he was unaware of her conception and subsequently died in a road accient. After her father’s death June’s mother married the 14th Earl of Westmorland and June subsequently inherited a substantial amount of money. June’s first husband was the pianist Franz Osborn, who died in 1958. June’s was a friend of Lady Diana Cooper, the aristocratic socialite who was a friend of Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Diana Cooper was married to Duff Cooper, who served as Britain’s Ambassador to France, 1944-48. During this period, Lady Diana’s popularity as a hostess remained undimmed, even after allegations that the embassy guest list included ‘pederasts and collaborators’. There’s nothing like guests with a bit of integrity is there.

Anyone for one of Dafydd’s parties? I did hear about them, they’re legendary…

Diana Cooper tried to get June and Cecil Beaton together – although it was well-known that Beaton was a ‘confirmed bachelor’ ie gay, Beaton did have heterosexual liaisons as well. He began to take June out, dining with people like Francis Bacon and Lucian Freud. Beaton subsequently proposed to June twice but she turned him down. Meanwhile Rhoda Birley, the widow of the portrait painter Sir Oswald, tried to encourage June to marry Ted Heath. At the same time, June tried to persuade Rhoda to marry Heath herself. Whilst all this unfathomable matchmaking involving Ted Heath was going on, June became genuinely keen on Jeremy Hutchinson – who was married to Dame Peggy – and Jeremy and June began an affair. All the action happened whilst June lived at St John’s Wood – which was where Sir Ronnie Waterhouse lived.

‘In her spare time’ – presumably whilst refusing to marry Cecil Beaton and Ted Heath, yet trying to persuade other people to marry Ted Heath and whilst shagging Jeremy Hutchinson – June ‘worked for the mentally handicapped’. She had previously worked as an Angel during WWII.

My post ‘The Old Devils’ details the paedophiles’ friends who ‘worked with the mentally handicapped’ in north Wales, helping them to ‘explore their sexual needs’. Dafydd’s mate Cledwyn Williams was Assistant Director of Social Services, 1983-96, whilst the whole of north Wales was being run for the benefit of Dafydd’s sex trafficking ring.  Cledwyn was responsible for mentally handicapped services and for the all-Wales strategy for people with learning disabilities. After this, he became Director of Social Services for Conwy.

Here he is, but I don’t think that I’d want to explore my sexual needs with a man in a cardigan like this, I’d be fumbling with those buttons:

Cledwyn Williams

 

June Hutchison’s friendship with Heath lasted for a decade. It became known to the general public and to some extent provided cover for her more secret relationship with Hutchinson and possibly for a few things that Heath might have been doing. June was quoted as saying that Heath was ‘a wonderful politician, and would make a great leader’. Er, I don’t remember him being that successful as PM actually June. ‘Who governs Britain?’ ‘Not you, we’ve just voted you out’.

The press noticed that June and Ted were ‘near’ each other on skiing holidays in Switzerland; when there were rumours of marriage she remarked: ‘It is much harder at 45 than at 25. One sees so many failures, don’t you think?’ Well one does in the circles that June moved in, but then targeting Ted Heath as a future husband is probably not going to lead to lifelong marital bliss.

Heath accompanied June to the film premiere of ‘The Yellow Rolls-Royce’ in 1965 and to the reception afterwards at Claridge’s. When pressed to comment, Heath replied: ‘We are just very friendly. I don’t think there’s any more to say. She is also a good friend of Mr Anthony Asquith, who directed the film.’ June was a good friend of quite a few other people as well, including Jeremy Hutchison and her mate Diana was a hostess of pederasts.

In July 1965, shortly before Peggy Ashcroft became aware of the affair with Hutchinson (she was soon to cite June in her divorce proceedings), June said of Heath: ‘He has a woman behind him. I am right behind him, urging him on. He’s a most attractive and wonderful man. No woman in her heart could feel otherwise.’

Edward Heath 4 Allan Warren.jpg

‘Don’t fancy yours much June’.

 

Years later however, June said that Heath had never so much as held her hand, let alone breathed a word of love.

In May 1966 Hutchinson and June were married. Cecil Beaton, to whom June had confided her decision to marry, wrote a letter of support; Heath was somewhat put out at first, though in 1971, after he became PM, he invited the Hutchinsons to Chequers and showed them his bedroom, telling them that it was not normally the PM’s bedroom, as nothing would induce him to sleep in a room previously occupied by Wilson.

At a summer party given by the American Mrs John Barry Ryan in the 1980s, Heath approached June to enquire, somewhat prematurely, about her plans for Christmas. After he had moved on, a fellow guest – who was aware of the earlier friendship – was eager to hear what June might say. ‘He’s become awfully fat,’ she volunteered, which sounds like the sort of thing that Oscar Wilde would have said if he was asked if he’d had sex with someone. Although being fat was probably the least offensive thing about Ted Heath.

 

I have discussed Jeremy Hutchison at length not just because I find the subject matter fascinating, but to illuminate the social circle of some of those who have been accused of involvement in organised sexual abuse and who in return have shrieked with indignation that of course they have done no such thing, how very dare you, they are famous and important and their accusers are no more than nutters, druggies or petty criminals. Hutchison and his associates really did not conduct themselves very well at all in their personal lives. It is true that as a barrister Hutchison exposed hypocrisy which is very welcome, but he also concealed the crimes of some powerful unpleasant people whom he knew damn well could use the lower orders in any way in which they wanted, then completely shaft them if they complained and if necessary drive them to suicide or indeed proffer that as an explanation when their victims were found dead. It really is not just all a bit of Bloomsbury fun – it resulted in people trying to murder Brown and me.

As for those shrieking ‘how very dare you’ about this blog, I can only respond with:

Look at my face – am I bovvered?

  • Catherine Tate bovvered by Christian ads - Telegraph
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And if you don’t all start fessing up and indeed shutting up on the ‘how very dare you’ front, I’ll carry on blogging until I’ve evolved into this:

  • pilot

 

Sir Hugh Casson pitched in with Jeremy Hutchison to defend Graham Ovenden. Sir Hugh Casson was discussed in my post ‘Heart Of Darkness’. He was Director of Architecture for the Festival of Britain, had his own TV series in the 1980s and was President of the Royal Academy. Sir Hugh was a close friend of the Royal Family and taught Prince Charles how to paint in watercolours. Casson also knew Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

David Hockney also defended Ovenden. Hockney is probably the UK’s most well-known 20th century artist. He was born in and grew up in Bradford, but since the mid-60s has spent much time living in California. He owns property in London as well as properties in California. Hockney has been openly gay for years and his name was given to me a long time ago as one high profile artist whom it said was advancing the careers of boys who had been his sexual partners. Hockney established the Hockney Foundation in 2008. In 2012, Hockney was estimated to be worth £36 million.

On the morning of 18 March 2013, Hockney’s 23 year old assistant, Dominic Elliott, died as a result of drinking drain cleaner at Hockney’s Bridlington studio. He had also earlier drunk alcohol and taken cocaine, ecstasy and temazepam. It was reported that Hockney’s partner drove Elliott to Scarborough General Hospital where he later died. The inquest returned a verdict of death by misadventure and Hockney was never implicated. In November 2015 Hockney sold his house in Bridlington for £625,000, cutting all his remaining ties with the town.

Scarborough was a town which was effectively run by Jimmy Savile until Savile’s death in 2011. I have been told by two different sources that the medical services in the region have been completely colonised by those involved with child sexual exploitation and the distribution of class A drugs. Both my informants contacted me after they heard that I had uncovered the same situation in north Wales.

Dafydd has had links with Yorkshire for years and used to hold clinics at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds, which was one of Savile’s hang-outs. Savile visited Bryn Estyn and one boy claimed that he was raped by a group of men whilst Savile watched.

 

My post ‘No-One Is Innocent’ discussed the ‘Welsh Bloomsbury set’ who use to rent cottages in Cwm Croesor in Merionydd from the landowner Sir Clough Williams-Ellis during the middle years of the 20th century. At least one of their victims was hauled off to the North Wales Hospital Denbigh as a young distressed woman with an inconvenient pregnancy and she did not emerge again until she was an old lady. Bertrand Russell was a friend of this group and Russell too was most enthusiastic about the use of Top Doctors to diagnose schizophrenia in and then deal with members of his family who pissed him off (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Whilst reading about Jeremy Hutchison and his circle, again and again I noticed the names of people who were, or were associated with, those who gathered at Croesor. Very little has been published about them, but the historian Eric Hobsbawm, who rented a second home off Clough for years, wrote a chapter about Croesor in his 2003 autobiography, ‘Interesting Times: A Twentieth Century Life’.

Eric Hobsbawm wrote about the souring of relationships between the English visitors and some of the residents of Cwm Croesor in the late 1970s. The Hobsbawms, like a number of other regulars, finally stopped visiting. Eric Hobsbawm attributed the hostility partly to the rise of Welsh nationalism – but then Hobsbawm and his family were European Jews who watched Hitler come to power, which left him with a loathing of nationalism of any kind. However Hobsbawm told me that he believed that a great deal of the strife at Croesor was related to the possible closure of Croesor school, which was for some reason held up as a beacon of all that was excellent about north Wales. A number of other people told me that the irony was that the school would have closed down many years previously had it not been for a group of enthusiastic English migrants to the area who drove their children a considerable distance to Croesor School, although it was a Welsh-medium school.

Other people told me that the bad feeling was partly because the second homers and visitors were well-off, rather privileged people and that was very noticeable in comparison to the local people, most of whom had very little. I was told by one local person who did like the visitors and was friendly with them that the visitors’ holiday homes were often better than the only residences of the locals and furthermore that Clough was prepared to spend time and money restoring the second homes for his friends in a way that he never did for local people who rented property from him.

The death knell for the summer crowd at Croesor occurred after Clough’s grandson Robin Llywelyn sent letters to the second homers telling them that he was terminating their tenancies – this happened in the late 1970s or thereabouts. There was a great deal of upset, with second homers who had been friends with Robin’s grandfather and tenants for decades feeling very sore. They did have to go, there was no choice, because Robin stated that he would only rent properties to local people. When I first heard about this, it all sounded a little odd. Not just that these were his grandfather’s mates, but that Robin was, I was told, a member of Plaid and greatly concerned about the problems caused by second homes. Which is understandable, but as the second homers pointed out, the cottages that they were living in had been abandoned. Croesor is a lovely village, but there is no employment there, no public transport and one can see abandoned properties in the area all over the place. Young people who grew up in the village told me that it was great there, but they wanted to leave and they did.

Furthermore Robin Llywelyn is from a family belonging to the landed gentry who many Welsh people would consider to be English, although the correct categorisation would be ‘Anglo-Welsh’. Clough himself didn’t really speak Welsh, he was sent to a English public school and he wasn’t expected to mix with the local people. He was posh and that was how posh people of his generation behaved.

Then I was told by several local people who had lived at Croesor that Robin was not quite as concerned for their housing needs as might be presumed. They complained that nothing was ever repaired, that the rents were still top whack and furthermore that Balfour Beatty were managing the estate. At the time, one could see Balfour Beatty notices everywhere in Croesor, that’s who you had to speak to if you wanted to rent somewhere.

Balfour Beatty is a global multinational company and it does not have an unsullied reputation. It has been at the centre of a number of controversies and scandals. In Oct 2005, Balfour Beatty were found guilty of breaching health and safety laws and were fined £10 million for their involvement in the Hatfield rail crash. The crash resulted in the death of four people and injured more than 70. Among the company’s many acquisitions was GMH Military Housing, a US-based military accommodation business, for £180m in Feb 2008.

In March 2009, Balfour Beatty was found to be a subscriber to the Consulting Association, a firm which then prosecuted by the UK Information Commissioner’s Office or breaching the Data Protection Act by holding a secret database of construction workers details, including union membership and political affiliations and six enforcement notices were issued against Balfour Beatty companies. As of Jan 2010, individual workers had started suing the company for being on the blacklist. The first of these cases however, was ruled in favour of the company.

Balfour Beatty was subsequently one of eight businesses involved in establishing the Construction Workers Compensation Scheme in July 2014, though the scheme was condemned as a ‘PR stunt’ by the GMB union and as ‘an act of bad faith’ by Parliament’s Scottish Affairs Select Committee. In Dec 2017, UNITE announced it had issued high court proceedings relating to blacklisting against 12 major contractors including Balfour Beatty.

Er – we’ve got some conflicting loyalties emerging here. UNITE, that proud defender of everything NHS, who wave their credentials in terms of their support for Angels at every opportunity possible, were shafted by the folk who managed Democratic Robin’s country estate.

From what I discovered – perhaps readers could enlighten me if I’ve got this wrong – Robin’s Democracy and Welshness really began to swell his heart in the late 1970s. One thing that I do know is that Dafydd and the paedophiles destroyed a few of the local people at Croesor and that some of the summer crowd knew about Dafydd and Gwynne. The Croesor summer crowd were an object of fun for some locals, other people watched them as curious and exotic specimens and they were also the subject of a certain amount of gossip, on account of the nudist swimming, extra-marital relationships and various other aspects of their lifestyle which were inconsistent with what one might imagine of Nonconformist north Wales. Bertrand Russell seems to have done some pretty dreadful things to people and he was indeed a sexual predator, but from what I could work out, many of the summer visitors were quite upfront about their Bloomsburyesque habits. They certainly weren’t carrying on like Dafydd and giving lecturers to the Welsh Baptist Union explaining how learning Bible verses in Welsh as a child can protect one against a ‘serious moral collapse’ in later life, whilst they flogged class A drugs and ran a sex trafficking gang (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’).

By the late 1970s, Dafydd and Gwynne were causing ructions. There was such serious mismanagement at UCNW that Dafydd Wigley asked Shirley Williams to hold a public inquiry into the paedophiles’ friend Sir Charles Evans’s running of the college. Then in 1979 Dafydd illegally imprisoned Mary Wynch and the spotlight was upon north Wales once more. Dafydd and the paedophiles really didn’t need that because business was booming, Dafydd’s associates had opened children’s homes right across north Wales and the homes were all part of the same trafficking organisation. Dafydd Wigley will have known all about it, despite his request to Shirl. Shirl knew about it as well. North Wales was having to deal with the massive problems caused by the Westminster Paedophile Ring but no-one dared admit that was what was at the root of so much of the rot.

Gwynedd County Council and elements in Plaid were making electioneering capital out of issues such as independence for Wales, second homes, the Welsh language and the closure of small schools. These are important issues, but whereas Plaid were happy to flag them up, the havoc caused by a paedophile gang operating across the whole region was ignored, or blamed on other factors. Down in south Wales, the Windbag was basing his future leadership bid on his opposition to devolution and attributing the problems in the schools in Gwynedd to the Welsh language policy of Gwynedd County Council. The Windbag forgot to mention that the real problem was a gang of child abusers – probably because his wife was a school teacher from Holyhead and her parents were friends with Lord Cledwyn, one of the people who had covered up for Dafydd and Gwynne for years. And of course everyone remained busy ignoring George Thomas’s molesting of children (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

After about 1977, no-one expected Labour to win another election, it was taken as read that Thatch would be PM. Peter Morrison was by then the Tory MP for Chester and had been one of Thatcher’s key supporters for the leadership after Heath had been shoved out. Morrison was also abusing kids in care in north Wales and this was quite widely known. Morrison was being protected by, among others, Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor, the Duke of Westminster. His fortune was worth about £9 billion and there was much wailing and gnashing of teeth regarding the strategies that he was using not to pay income tax on it. I’m fairly sure that I read that Grosvenor left the Conservative Party after tax changes were either proposed or implemented that would result in Grosvenor having to stump up. People with a great deal of wealth do tend to like to hang onto it. Particularly if they own family estates – it’s not just about the dosh then, it’s also about their history and their children’s inheritance.

Just imagine what would have happened to Democratic Welsh Robin if Thatcher’s Gov’t had fallen as a result of a scandal involving one of her friends and Ministers sexually abusing children in care in north Wales. A Labour Gov’t would have taxed the arse off Democratic Welsh Robin. Some of those free-living bohemians whom Democratic Welsh Robin had booted off of his estate were privileged in comparison with local people, but they were a load of old lefties who were involved with anti-nuclear and other radical causes. Some of them were also famous – E.P. Thompson and Eric Hobsbawm were regulars in magazines like ‘The New Statesman’ and ‘Marxism Today’.

There was someone else who lived down in Croesor as well long ago who might well have found out what Dafydd and Gwynne were doing – he was a young American who was a draft-dodger and had come to the UK to avoid Vietnam. He ended up with the radicals down in Croesor and I was told that he stayed there for quite a long time. He later became a US Senator. Some of the draft-dodgers did pretty well for themselves didn’t they Bill?

‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman.’

Oh yes you did!

‘There was no evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving Westminster figures.’
Really? Just go and ask that Senator…  He could hardly have forgotten this:

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

The first time that I saw D.G.E. Wood literally blanch was following the row when I complained about Gwynne and after Brown had his first article published in the ‘Journal Of Radical Philosophy’ – I told Wood that Brown was thinking of writing for ‘Marxism Today’… I attributed Wood looking like death to being dim and a ‘Daily Mail’ reader – which he was, I am not simply saying that to insult Wood, he did like his ‘Daily Mail’. That’s the ‘Daily Mail’ that was unbelievably offensive about Eric Hobsbawm after he died and of course who also put the boot into Ed and David’s dad Ralph Miliband when he died. Ralph Miliband was mates with Eric Hobsbawm, E.P. Thompson and the New Left contingent. Ralph had also worked at Leeds University and I bet that he knew about the Westminster Paedophile Ring as well, particularly as Ed’s Uncle Harry – who’s passion for the NHS was enough to move Ed to tears every time that Ed remembered Uncle Harry – Ralph’s brother-in-law, was a Top Doctor at Tommy’s whilst his colleagues, some of whom were mates with Dafydd, concealed the Westminster Paedophile Ring.

After Ralph Miliband died, the ‘Daily Mail’ published their famously insulting article about him, entitled ‘The Man Who Hated Britain’. One of the men who hated Britain so much that he ensured that not a word was ever published about the rot at the heart of the British establishment that led to people being murdered to keep a lid on the barrel of shit that is the Westminster Paedophile Ring is this man:

  • Paul Dacre stepping down as Mail editor

 

It is Paul Dacre, who has just announced his intention to resign as the Editor of the ‘Daily Mail’. On the ‘Today’ programme two days ago, those wonderful old Glendas Ann Leslie and Polly Toynbee were arguing the toss about how much good or otherwise Dacre had done the nation as a publisher of bigoted bile. Ann thought that Dacre was great ‘but his language is terrible’. ‘Private Eye’ refers to Dacre as ‘the double cunting Dacre’ on the grounds that Dacre often strings the c word together when he’s really riled. He hadn’t better do that in front of Dafydd, all I did was call Dafydd a wanker and Dafydd used this as evidence that I was not ‘mentally normal’ and dangerous to boot and then Bluglass agreed. On another occasion I said ‘bugger’, so Dafydd rang the police and reported me.

I don’t know whether Dafydd has ever scene the film ‘Wish You Were Here’, but the scene in which the batty old psychiatrist has the piss taken out of him by a swearing teenager pretty much described Dafydd’s interactions with his own patients.

Poll maintained that Dacre had left nought but a legacy of racism and sexism, but Ann Leslie laughed like a drain and told Poll that the Daily Mail’s campaigns had been rather more successful than the Guardian’s campaigns. Neither of the Glendas has ever published on the deaths of kids in care and mental health patients in north Wales. The Indie, ‘The Observer’ and ‘Private Eye’ went there of course in 1992 and were successfully sued by one of the police officers who was abusing the kids in care.

Since the double cunting Dacre announced his intention to resign, it has been stated that the next editor of the ‘Daily Mail’ will be another man who might well hate Britain enough not to publish anything about Dafydd, but we’ll have to wait and see – the next Editor will be Geordie Greig. Geordie Greig is a member of White’s club. Other members of White’s include Prince Charles (he held his stag party there before marrying Diana), Prince William and Norman Lamont. Sir Peter Morrison was a member, as was Gerald Cavendish Grosvenor. David Cameron was a member of White’s until 2008 when he resigned because White’s refused to admit women. Cameron’s father Ian had been a member for donkey’s years and was the former Chairman. So who let Morrison in then?

Greig is the Editor of the ‘Mail On Sunday’. He previously worked on ‘The Sunday Times’ and has also been the Editorial Director of ‘The Independent On Sunday’ and ‘The Independent’. Greig might well have been Editorial Director of The Indie and the Sindie when they published the article naming Gordon Anglesea as a child abuser which caused Anglesea to sue them and win nearly £400k damages. In 2016 Anglesea was jailed for the historical abuse of kids in care in north Wales. My posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’   and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’ detail why I think that George Carman QC, who acted for the newspapers against Anglesea, threw the trial. It wasn’t long before that trial that the five witnesses were killed by the firebomb in Brighton. Weeks after the trial, Mark Humphreys, who gave evidence against Anglesea was found dead, hanging from the stairwell in the block of flats in Wrexham where he lived.

Geordie Greig’s sister was a Lady-in-Waiting to Diana.

CRASH!!!

If Mr Greig wants to stay alive, perhaps he’d better keep away from tunnels and be very careful what he publishes. He’s going to have to be another man who hates Britain.

Geordie Greig: hack who mastered media politics to rise to the top

 

The Croesor lefties could have caused havoc if they’d gone public about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Not only would Democratic Welsh Robin receive a great deal of very unwelcome publicity, but his bank balance would suffer as well.

Democratic Welsh Robin runs the family business, which is of course Portmeirion Ltd. The most famous branch of the business is the Italianate village which Clough built and where the 1960s TV series ‘The Prisoner’ was filmed, but there’s also the shops, the hotel, the restaurant and the other restaurant. Everything related to Portmeirion is really very nice, but it is rather expensive. Very expensive. Well beyond the pockets of the local people…

Democratic Welsh Robin holds a rock festival every year, Festival No 6. Like everything Portmeirion, it is expensive and many of the visitors are affluent people from England. In 2012 Festival No 6 was particularly proud to headline a local boy made good – Gruff Rhys from Llanllechid, who made it big with the Super Furry Animals, just as the investigations into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal began. Gruff Rhys’s dad was Ioan Bowen Rees, who was the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council whilst the paedophile gang caused havoc in Gwynedd children’s homes. It was Ioan who appointed Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes as Director of Social Services for Gwynedd. Read all about Ioan’s son’s rise from a schoolboy who practised his music with his friends in the village where I used to live – as people tried to set fire to my house – to international superstar, in my post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’.

I’ll just remind readers here that a Welsh speaking psychiatric social worker was appointed sometime in the late 60s/70s and he lived in the Croesor area. This was presented as a triumph for democracy, because the poor sods targeted for incarceration and lobotomy by Dafydd and Gwynne could now be ‘assessed’ in their first language. Which is important, but if the person speaking your first language is working for Dafydd and Gwynne – who were also first language Welsh – and he’s helping them run a sex trafficking ring, you are still going to be in very deep water.

Democratic Welsh Robin is Director of the family charity, the Susan Williams-Ellis Foundation. The Foundation states that it makes grants to organisations including those concerned with ‘community development/employment/children/young people…’

Python fans will remember the Tale of Brave Sir Robin, who ran away.

  • Brave Sir Robin ran away... | Monty Python | Pinterest

 

 

As well as all the witnesses who can provide first hand accounts of Dafydd’s atrocious conduct, many years ago Dafydd declared himself to be a psychopath and discussed his psychopathology live on the radio. I missed this, but a lot of other people heard it, including Jackie Ehlen, the north Wales forensic psychiatry nurse who knows the truth behind the death of Dorothy Griffiths, the patient who’s body was found in a bathroom at Ysbyty Gwynedd and at whose inquest NHS staff told a pack of lies (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’). Jackie Ehlen was used by the paedophile gang to deal with all those dangerous patients who had complained about Dafydd. Jackie was up late one night, listening to the James Whale Radio Show when Dafydd rung in and talked about himself being a psychopath. James Whale interviewed him live.

James Whale presented that show in the late 1980s. So whilst the world called Alison and me liars and our complaints remained either uninvestigated or were investigated by the likes of Robert Bluglass who then used the process as an excuse to make serious unfounded allegations against us, whilst the dead bodies of patients and kids in care were turning up everywhere and while everyone reassured everyone else that there were ‘no concerns’ in north Wales, Dafydd rang up James Whale and made a confession.

But then Jimmy Savile wrote about making an arrangement with the police to allow him to sexually use a teenaged runaway in his autobiography.

The James Whale Radio Show was produced by Yorkshire TV. In June 1989 Yorkshire TV approached Alison Taylor with a view to making a film about child abuse in north Wales and in Sept 1989 Alison was filmed extensively by Yorkshire TV. In Feb 1990, Yorkshire TV abandoned their programme about abuse in north Wales. Although Dafydd had rung them in the early hours and fessed up.

Dafydd was often up and about all night. He crashed into police stations and even into the North Wales Hospital at midnight to see me and a former social worker admitted that Dafydd would turn up to conduct ward rounds at 3 am. He would answer his phone at any time of the night – which certainly entertained Hergest patients when they wanted a bit of fun – lest it was a celebrity criminal ringing, in need of extraction from trouble.

Here are the key characters from ‘Open All Hours’:

 

One of those who ran the paedophile gang for Dafydd and Lucille was called Glanville rather than Granville.

No wonder Thatch relied upon the services of Dafydd to keep her in power, she had a thing about grocer’s shops.

‘There is no evidence that Dr Jones ever behaved anything other than professionally and in his patients’ best interests.’

So ‘no-one knew’ where Dafydd was when he didn’t turn up to his clinics in Ysbyty Gwynedd, despite him being Open All Hours? Well we service users knew where he was. Sometimes he was at the Queen’s Hotel in Leeds and sometimes he was in the south of France ‘with a GP friend’. Because we were ringing him up when he was there. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France where kids in care were taken ‘for holidays’. One day Dafydd started mocking us when he was in France and telling us that as penniless service users we really couldn’t afford to go ringing him in the south of France on his mobile, Dafydd being one of the first in Wales to acquire a mobile. Well I’ve got news for Dafydd. Those calls to France cost us bugger all, because the phone box in Rachub was malfunctioning. All we had to do was put the first few 2 ps in and then it kept us connected for as long as we wanted.

 

 

Some more Bangor University staff who will know the details of the dirty tricks used by Prof Fergus Lowe to hold all the collaborators with Dafydd and the paedophiles over a barrel:

Dr Kevin Mundy aka the Fat Controller. Mundy was Fungus’s right hand man for years. Mundy was the henchman and was so often employed to do Fungus’s dirty work that a lot of people thought that Kevin Mundy was Fungus. Fungus was small and bald and used to sneak around incognito, whereas Kevin Mundy was big and aggressive and would be the one glowering in people’s faces up close and personal. Mundy was described to me as an ‘evil bastard’ and was Head of the euphemistically titled Planning Dept in Bangor University. The Planning Dept was colloquially called the House of Black Arts and it was known to be the place where wicked deeds were formulated by Fungus which would then be carried out by Mundy and his sidekick, the Poison Dwarf. I didn’t know the Poison Dwarf’s real name, he was Michael someone – he was even smaller than Fungus, but ginger. He was Musical, so often used to wear a bandana around his head, even with his suit when he was on Official Intimidating Business. I was told that the Poison Dwarf learnt all he knew at the knee of the Fat Controller and that the Fat Controller learnt all he knew ‘at the tit of Fungus’.

Dr Mundy will be delighted to know that Bangor University staff derived much entertainment from his role as a leading light and a preacher in a church in Bangor. I could hardly believe it when I was told, so someone showed me the video clips of the Fat Controller leading the singing and shaking the maracas at a ‘happy clappy’ church in Upper Bangor. It was fantastic, but we never knew how he had time to do it all as well as put Fungus’s wickedness into practice. The Fat Controller didn’t just sing and shake the maracas, he was writing prayers and holding group meetings, the lot.

So perhaps the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf would like to provide details of how Fungus was going to use his contacts with influential people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles to fit the Vice-Chancellor up for a criminal offence – after ‘blackening his name’ – whilst the VC was away from the University caring for his terminally ill wife, who didn’t survive the ‘care’ of the paedophiles’ friends at the Walton Centre, although a member of the paedophile gang survived a very similar illness at the same time and she was treated by the same Top Doctors. I heard from some Fungus acolytes about how everyone could forget about the VC now, because Fungus was going to be the only one who mattered. Oh and would Fungus’s Cunning Plan have been related to the theft of my computer by the brother-in-law of John McTernan, Blair’s policy adviser?

In the light of just how serious matters were and the number of people in high places – like Gov’t – who were involved, if the Fat Controller and the Poison Dwarf know anything about the letters from my lawyer which were opened before they arrived in my pigeonhole and were then even opened by someone in the Royal Mail when I had them sent to my house instead, please do tell. What about the obstacles and wires that were put across the end of my drive by someone who knew that I usually left the house before dark and would have driven straight into them, had I not been delayed that morning?

Then there was the violent attack on a woman in the grounds of my old Dept – it seems that the meathead who did that thought that he was assaulting me, but he got the wrong person.

Another accomplice of Fungus’s could also explain the background to his orders from Fungus to intimidate my PhD supervisor’s wife out of her job at the University – the accomplice in question being one Prof Lew Hardy, a specialist in sports science and ‘coaching elite athletes’, a serial shagger of postgrads and all round dickwit. You big idiot Hardy, you were doing the work of someone who was concealing a paedophile gang. Explain that to your ‘elite athletes’ who are beating a path to your door to receive your pearls. I presume that it was another dodge between you and Fungus that led to that much-boasted about grant that you landed not so long ago on the basis of your ‘excellence’.

Lew Hardy was a colleague of Dave Brailsford’s dad – the Dave Brailsford of ‘Team Sky’, ‘what doping in sport, of course I know nuzzing’. You all knew about a bloody gang of sex traffickers, it’s how the collection of mediocrities that is you managed to get so far, it certainly wasn’t on ability.

 

There are now so many stories in the media about miracle cures for cancer and dementia and explanations of how the NHS needs so much more money that I am no longer bothering to read them. However I did manage to read ‘The Daily Telegraph’ letters page earlier this week. I always enjoy reading what the Sir Bufton Tuftons and Sir Herbert Gussetts have to say as they write in from Barking-in-the-Marshes. So imagine my surprise when I couldn’t find a letter from a Sir Bufton or a Sir Herbert, but I did find a whole load of letters from public-spirited Torygraph readers writing in with their Top Tips with regard to saving the NHS money in these times of austerity. There were the usual suggestions concerning the importance of returning crutches that one has been issued with, but there were a few more imaginative plans as well. It’s good of the Torygraph readers to try to help, but somehow I fear that their efforts will be lost in the face of the millions that are being siphoned off into the pockets of Dafydd and his friends; blown on IT systems which cost billions, which everyone knows will never work but the contract can’t be cancelled because it’s a friend of someone in New Labour who owns the company; the millions squandered on management consultancy fees because the highly paid managers can’t do their jobs, so the Trust has to pay the former managers who were just as hopeless but who took early retirement and have now set up their own consultancy to come in and ‘advise’; the fortune being paid on agency nurses because the Angels can then work on the same ward for double the money and the Trust managers and a few politicians own the agency, so it’s win-win all around; then there’s the ‘ground breaking research’ which will be delivering the cure for cancer/dementia or identifying the ‘gene for schizophrenia’ within the next few months.

Just make sure that those sodding patients don’t cause ‘a rise in demand’ which will ‘push the NHS into crisis’…

 

Come in Number Six…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dulce et Decorum est

Wilfred Owen wrote ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ – as well as ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’ – when he was at Craiglockhart Hospital suffering from neurasthenia, ‘shell shock’. I don’t know what Craiglockhart and its Top Doctors such as W.H.R. Rivers thought that they were doing, because as everybody knows it was of course Dr Dafydd Alun Jones who identified the world’s first case of what is now known as PTSD ‘in a clinic in Dolgellau’, as Dafydd subsequently explained in a 2008 ‘memorandum’ which he submitted as evidence to a Parliamentary Committee, detailing how he created yet another money spinner on the basis of tall stories and clinical negligence (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). I do urge new visitors to this blog to take the time to read that post and join me in marvelling at how Parliament swallowed such nonsense from Dafydd.

The earliest surviving manuscript of ‘Dulce et Decorum est’ was drafted in Oct 1917 and was addressed to Owen’s mum Susan Owen, with the message ‘here is a gas poem done yesterday (which is not private, but not final)’.

There was an Angel who worked at the Hergest Unit called Susan Owen. She had previously worked in the psychiatry wards of Ysbyty Gwynedd pre-Hergest. Susan worked at the Hergest Unit until she died not so long ago. She witnessed the abuse, the malpractice and the suicides, yet remained silent. She was killed in a car crash and after her death tributes were paid to her compassion, dedication and other Angelic qualities and money for charidee was raised in her memory.

 

The last line of Wilfred Owen’s poem referred to ‘The Old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori’ – ‘how sweet and honourable it is to die for one’s country’. Which is nearly as much of an ancient lie as the traditional favourite, ‘we didn’t know’.

Whilst Owen was in Craiglockhart, he edited the hospital magazine ‘The Hydra’. The Hydra was a gigantic snake-like monster of Greek myth with multiple heads which lived in the marshes of Argos no less. If one of the Hydra’s heads was cut off, two would spring from the fresh wound.

 

I was planning to blog about Sir John Ashford, the former VC of Salford University, who not only continued to approve the qualifications given out to the members of a gang of paedophiles attending courses at Certrefle College, but who somehow steered that institution through a crisis when in the mid-1980s, it received a 40% cut in funding from the UGC (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). I should have known better than to mention that I would be doing this – all traces of Sir John Ashford have disappeared from the internet. He was there three days ago, he is still alive and I found a lovely photo of him, so at least I’ll recognise him if we bump into each other. As befits someone who spent many years running an institution which verified worthless qualifications for those who trafficked kids in care into sex work and who also failed to take action when one of his own students reported witnessing appalling abuse in a children’s home in north Wales, Sir John has clocked up a whole string of public appointments but I’m sorry to say that I didn’t make notes when I did my preliminary search a few days ago.

I can see that I am going to have to keep my blogging intentions under wraps to prevent paedophiles’ friends disappearing into the ether.

 

So I’ll move onto further observations regarding UCNW (Bangor University), who survived Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer’s 1980s plan to close the institution down by reminding him that the College was governed and managed by the people facilitating the Westminster Paedophile Ring and that many of the staff who were not actively doing this had dirt on the people who were, so it really was best not to tangle with them. Thus a monster called Fergus Lowe was allowed to grow and grow until he was completely out of control (see post ‘Feet In Chains’)…

I mentioned in previous posts that Mary Wynch, at the time that she was unlawfully arrested and imprisoned by Dafydd, worked as a secretary in the famously dysfunctional Agriculture Dept at UCNW. I believe that Mary found out about something whilst she worked there that fired the paedophiles’ friends into action. My post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’ provides some details of the gross incompetence and farcical events in the Agri Dept as well as the bad atmosphere which prevailed under Prof J.B. Owen. Owen was responsible for much vindictiveness and wrongdoing, but as I remember, in 1981 Owen was still talked of as the ‘new man’ in that Dept. I don’t think that he was there when Dafydd opened fire on Mary. J.B. Owen I think had come from Aberdeen University, where he had been a geneticist. Owen had a sheep farm on Anglesey and I was told that his family provided the dosh that established the Agri Dept, but it was a case of him being called home in the aftermath of the Mary Wynch crisis rather than him being at the scene of the crime. I have no idea of who was Head of Dept before him, but I have spoken to people who said that the Dept was appalling before Owen ever returned to the cylch.

Historians have argued that in the 19th century, the Nonconformist church and the press worked very hard to reconstruct an image of Wales, in a Hobsbawmesque ‘invention of tradition’ way. I’m fairly sure that a similar process went on after the Mary Wynch case. I described how a flock of Nice Young Doctors and Angels arrived in north Wales in the face of the terrible publicity that Dafydd and Gwynne had brought to the region, but sadly the Nice Young Doctors and Angels just did the work of Dafydd and Gwynne with friendly smiles on their faces. It seemed to be pretty much the same phenomenon in the Agri Dept. Previous posts and comments have mentioned the ludicrous Gordon Farley, a lecturer in Agriculture who had to be removed as warden of a hall because of his habit of letting himself into the girls’ rooms and trying to grope them, getting pissed and gatecrashing student parties etc. Farley must have been about 60 and was widely regarded as an idiot, but he very obviously should not have been employed. He seemed to have only turned up at UCNW in 1980. I was told that Farley had been given the job at Bangor after a VSO project that he was working on was terminated – he still had time to run on his contract, so VSO gave him to UCNW as a free gift. Which suggests that VSO were certainly participating in some questionable practices. Like the Nice Young Docs, Farley was every bit as much of a liability as those who predated him.

Previous posts have mentioned Prof Richard Howarth, who, despite being a member of staff in the joke of an Agri Dept, bagged a job as an adviser to Thatcher. Howarth was an agricultural economist of a right-wing kind and for a few happy years, his star was high. He sunk without trace at about the time when Sir Peter Morrison, Thatcher’s mate and Minister who was abusing kids in care in north Wales and elsewhere, died. Howarth’s colleague Terry Thomas also found himself doing very well, until he too bit the dust, which eventually culminated in him suing Bangor University as the aggro between the two parties escalated (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Dirty deals on the basis of Morrison, Dafydd et al were so obviously being done all over the region, as well as within UCNW, but I have not discovered for certain what it was that Mary Wynch found out about that caused the Final Solution ie. the utilisation of Dafydd’s talents.

I can think of one possibility. Previous posts (eg. ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) have described how in July 1979, Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon, the son of Lord Lloyd Kenyon, woke up in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham to discover that his clothes and property had been stolen – by a young man with whom he had been having sex the previous night. This boy, who was then two years below the legal age of consent and was in the care of the local authority, claimed at the Waterhouse Inquiry that Kenyon ‘had used him for sex on numerous occasions’. Kenyon reported the theft to the police and not only named the boy whom he believed had robbed him, but explained quite openly that they were having a sexual relationship.. Among the stolen items was a cache of explicit Polaroid photographs of Kenyon and the boy together. A note made by the boys’ social worker recorded that the North Wales Police were well aware of ‘homosexual activities’ between Kenyon and the boy. The matter was investigated and the outcome was that the boy was convicted of theft and sent to a detention centre. Thomas Kenyon was not charged with any offence.

An account of these events appeared on the website established by Richard Webster, ‘The Secret Of Bryn Estyn’. I note that the account has recently been amended. At present, the website states that Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon woke up in the Wrexham flat of Gary Cooke, where he had spent the previous night with a boy in the care of the local authority. The original account stated on the website stated that it was recorded upon the boy’s social work file that it was known by the North Wales Police that he was having a homosexual relationship with Tyrell-Kenyon. The original account stated that the photos were not recovered but the website is now stating that the photos were destroyed as a matter of course by the North Wales Police. If that was done, it will have been to destroy evidence, rather than to protect the dignity of the boy whom Tyrell-Kenyon was exploiting.

There seems to be a degree of uncertainly regarding precise details, but it would seem that Tyrell-Kenyon was definitely abusing a boy in care, that the North Wales Police and social services knew about this, that there was an incident in Wrexham which resulted in the boy being sent to a detention centre, that Tyrell-Kenyon was not charged and that the Waterhouse Inquiry received evidence about Tyrell-Kenyon’s conduct towards boys in care in north Wales.

Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died of HIV/AIDS in July 1993.

Thomas’s father, the 5th Baron Kenyon, was, among many other things, a JP, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, a Flintshire County Councillor, involved with the senior management of the NHS in north Wales from 1960 onward and was Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, 1974-78. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales. He died in the same year as his son. Lord Kenyon was also President of UCNW, 1947-82. Lord Kenyon was succeeded as President by paedophiles’ friend and indeed Ronnie Waterhouse’s friend Sir William Mars-Jones – at the time of the reconstruction of north Wales. Lord Kenyon didn’t die until 1993, so he probably did not step down as President out of infirmity or old age.

Lord Kenyon’s obituary stated that his achievements ‘included the improvement of agriculture and the health service in Wales’. Lord Kenyon was Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority whilst Dafydd and Gwynne were imprisoning the victims of the paedophile gang in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital. Perhaps it was Lord Kenyon who was responsible for the ‘new blood’ arriving in the NHS in north Wales at the time of the reconstruction – it wouldn’t matter how infectious the new blood was, no-one is allowed to say anything too critical about the NHS, so we can deduce very little from the comments about Lord Kenyon improving the NHS. Ysbyty Gwynedd opened in 1984, replacing the C&A Hospital. Ysbyty Gwynedd was dogged by problems from the day that it opened, which was hardly surprising because it was managed by the same old paedophiles’ friends who had already shown themselves to be incapable of managing anything. Ysbyty Glan Clwyd was opened in 1980 and everybody had a good laugh because both YG and YGC had exactly the same major construction problems within their buildings.

Regarding the belief that Lord Kenyon had improved agriculture in Wales. I wonder if this is a reference to the changing personnel in the Agri Dept in UCNW? As with the ‘improvements’ to the NHS in the region, there was very little difference ‘before’ and ‘after’ because the rot was so deep. Regarding changes in UCNW – in 1984, Eric Sunderland replaced Sir Charles Evans as Principal. As with the rest of the reconstruction of north Wales, Eric Sunderland seems to have been just as much as a paedophiles’ friend as his predecessor was, but he wasn’t as offensive or confrontational, so his role in maintaining the status quo wasn’t readily perceived for what it was (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).

J.B. Owen’s status as a land owner on Anglesey almost certainly gave him influence over local authority matters. The local authority corruption on Anglesey is famous, there is a widespread belief that it cannot be surpassed. One Councillor went to prison, resumed office after he was released and then violently attacked a TV news crew on camera. He was not charged. Anglesey was the location of serious child abuse, both in the children’s homes and in foster families.

References to Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon abusing boys in care with impunity emerged in the public domain date in the late 1970s. Which was when Mary Wynch was banged up and subsequently ruined. Was it what Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon – and others as well – were doing to kids in care that Mary Wynch found out about which incurred the wrath of Dafydd and the paedophiles? Dafydd and the paedophiles were running UCNW as well as a sex trafficking gang and the son of the UCNW President was enjoying the services that they provided. A spin-off was the tolerance of a seriously failing dysfunctional Agri Dept in UCNW and the elevation of one of those within to a position as a Gov’t adviser. Local farmers rolled around laughing at the Agri Dept, it was an atrocious advert for UCNW because the Dept’s farm went bankrupt. It was bailed out by UCNW and I was told that a few years later it went bankrupt again. And there was a member of that Dept advising Thatch on economics…

In 1983, amidst the reconstruction of the image of north Wales, Ron Davies was elected as MP for Caerphilly (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’).

 

Back in the 1990s, ‘Private Eye’ gave Prof Richard Howarth sympathetic coverage, alleging that he was the Voice of Sense who had been forced out of Bangor. In those days, the agenda of the Eye was a rather conservative one and Ronnie Waterhouse’s mates such as Auberon Waugh dominated the magazine (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). Bron took the piss with the best of them and came up trumps during the Thorpe scandal by standing against Thorpe in the 1979 General Election as the Dog Lover’s candidate in honour of Rinka, Norman’s Great Dane who had been killed by the hitman allegedly hired by Thorpe. However Bron was a reactionary old Tory and also wrote for the Torygraph and ‘The Spectator’, along with people like Charles Moore. Bron would never have wanted the role of Thatcher in the Westminster Paedophile Ring exposed. Bron et al enjoyed entertaining themselves with the notion that the Liberal Party were all a bit mad, what with beards and sandals and homosexuality and of course the GLC and the loony left provided a rich seam of mirth as well, but the one thing that no-one was going to publish was that Sir Peter Morrison and Norman St John Stevas were holding sex parties with children. The Eye published an article about Harvey Proctor, but Harvey Proctor did not have a sister who was Woman-of-the-Bedchamber to HM Lilibet and he wasn’t friends with the Queen Mum. Which sadly was what made Morrison and St John Stevas untouchable.

Prince Charles was of course Chancellor of UCNW. He knew about the abuse of children in care in north Wales as well, because Alison Taylor wrote to him and received a reply from his office stating that he could not get involved (see post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’). Which is a little inconsistent with Charles’s oft stated intention that he will ‘get involved’. Anyone for homeopathy/organic farming/architecture/Poundbury?

Meanwhile up in north Wales witnesses were found being dead. At the time, I remember Sir Alastair Burnet’s shameless toadying in the ‘At Home With Charles and Di’ documentary that was broadcast when William and Harry were little. I think it was also Burnet who conducted the interview with Princess Anne regarding her work with ‘Save The Children’, during which HRH Princess Snap stated that she ‘didn’t particularly like children’. HRH Princess Snap had two of her own by then, which was probably why Burnet didn’t pursue that line of questioning further.

Ronnie Waterhouse’s best mate Sir Robin Day described Burnet as ‘the booster rocket that put ITN into orbit’. Burnet was educated at the Leys School, of which Trumpers’ husband Alan Barker became Headmaster. Burnet predated Barker, but Trumpers made a point of keeping influential old boys on side (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’).

 CRASH! Another road accident kills another witness.

For Christ’s sake, is this really going to be tolerated? Gwynne and Dafydd – the foundation stone in this pyramid; who on earth advised the Royal Household? Obviously the same person who let Jimmy Savile through the doors on a regular basis. The paedophiles’ friends are certainly not showing much loyalty, Brown’s dad was killed by them and he used to go to garden parties at Buck House and was Deputy Lieutenant for Somerset.

Viv Stanshall’s masterpiece ‘Sir Henry At Rawlinson End’ featured Sir Henry’s loyal wrinkled retainer, Old Scrotum. Dafydd seems to have played a similar role in relation to the Royal Family.

In Feb 1991, the month after I had been released from Springfield Hospital having been forced out of my job and was facing serious charges on the basis of statements by Tony and Sadie Francis which their own lawyers knew were untrue (see post ‘The Sordid Role of Sir Robert Francis QC’), HM Lilibet knighted Peter Morrison.

Interestingly enough, Jeremy Thorpe’s second wife Marion had previously been married to the 7th Earl of Harewood, Lilibet’s cousin. Jeremy boasted that he had slept with both Princess Margaret and Lord Snowdon.

 

God you are pathetic D.G.E. Wood. About as pathetic as Lord Asa fucking Briggs, who couldn’t cope with a student protest but facilitated a paedophile ring (see post ‘Anthem For Doomed Youth’). I’ll put in an order for a vat of red paint. Or just a very big tank of slurry.

Bring up the bodies and let the world face up to what went on.

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‘Edmund – Who Is Queen?’

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‘Ludwig Is A Master Of Disguise. Nursey Is An Insane Old Woman With An Udder Fixation.’

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Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

Bottoms Up!

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Michael and His Radical Conscience:
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Risley Remand Centre, 1981. A lot of the prisoners were the victims of a sex trafficking gang and they had been fitted up:

 

Year No. of suicides Date of incident Cause of death (Inquest verdict)
1965 2 15 August Strangulation due to hanging
15 November Asphyxia due to hanging
1966 2 28 February Wound to abdomen by scissors
23 August Asphyxia due to hanging
1967 2 10 October Asphyxia due to hanging
20 October Asphyxia due to hanging
1968 3 15 June Asphyxia due to hanging
30 November Asphyxia due to hanging
30 November Asphyxia due to hanging
1969 2 2 April Asphyxia due to hanging
26 October Broken neck due to hanging
1970–1974 Nil 1975 2
13 May Asphyxia due to hanging
5 September Asphyxia due to hanging
1976–1979 Nil
1980 1 10 January Death by hanging

Things did not get any better – I invite readers to take a look at the mortality figures and inspection reports for Risley, even up until 2016.

‘Shut Your Mouth About DA.’

‘We didn’t know.’

 

Lord Kenyon and the agriculture connection explains why William Waldegrave, who had served the paedophiles’ friends so well when he was Secretary of State for Health (Nov 1990-April 1992, neatly spanning the time when I and two other witnesses had our careers ruined and the mountain of crap in north Wales and at St George’s Hospital Medical School was concealed), was installed as John Major’s Minister for MAFF, 20 July 1994-5 July 1995. Waldegrave’s time at MAFF covered the Time of Great Panic, as the Jillings Inquiry took place, as the allegations of a paedophile ring in north Wales involving those at the very top of society just would not go away and as there was panic and musical chairs at the top of the Welsh Office, culminating in the lies being told about Dafydd’s retirement and the closure of the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’).

Matt Arnold, the Headmaster of Bryn Estyn, died of an ‘unspecified blood disease’ on 9 June 1994. The trial of Peter Howarth – Arnold’s longstanding friend and colleague at Bryn Estyn – for multiple counts  of sexual assault on boys at Bryn Estyn opened on 13 June 1994 (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

On 5 July 1995, Douglas Hogg succeeded Waldegrave at MAFF. Hogg had previously been a Minister in the Home Office, 1986-88, whilst Home Secretary Douglas Hurd colluded with the criminality of Dafydd et al (see posts ‘Security, Security’ and ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hogg is the barrister son of Lord Hailsham aka Quintin Hogg who had spent a whole career in many different roles covering up for the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in a previous generation (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’), despite telling the Wolfenden Committee – which resulted in the 1957 Wolfenden Report – that ‘The instinct of mankind to describe homosexual acts as unnatural is not based on mere prejudice’ and that homosexuals were ‘corrupting’ and ‘a proselytising religion’. But then Dafydd and Gwynne subjected gay people to ‘aversion therapy’ years after homosexuality had been decriminalised whilst they trafficked boys (and girls) into the sex industry.

Bing Spear, the corrupt mandarin who was the Home Office Drugs Branch Chief Inspector (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’) and ensured that Dafydd continued to prescribe ‘anything that you want, anything at all’, died on 9 July 1995. Peter Morrison was found dead on 13 July 1995. See post ‘Criminals Are Getting Away With It’.

Another two problems solved. Now John Major just had to deal with the surviving witnesses in north Wales, most of whom were former kids in care, mental health patients or prisoners. Thus mental health services in north Wales were allowed to collapse as described in previous posts and scores of patients became destitute or died. Cue Ronnie Waterhouse and his Inquiry.

The Lord Hague of Richmond
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In my post ‘Today We Have Naming Of Parts’ I provided details of Ceryl Wyn Davies, the serial sex offender who was nonetheless given the job as Headmaster of Tanygrisiau School, Blaenau Ffestiniog, only to offend against his pupils once more and who was imprisoned again in 1986. Ioan Bowen Rees, the then Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, maintained that the Council had not known about Ceryl’s earlier conviction. I suspected that Ioan and many other people would have known about it, because Blaenau is a small place and Ceryl Wyn had grown up there along with most of the rest of the town. Ceryl Wyn served a prison sentence for child sex offences in 1964. In 1968 he was a member of the Ffestiniog Eisteddfod Youth Committee. I have now received further information about Ceryl Wyn from someone who made a civil claim against Gwynedd County Council after they discovered that Gwynedd knew about Ceryl’s past offending but still employed him to work with children.

Ceryl Wyn was born in 1938 in Tanygrisiau. He married his wife in Pwllheli in 1970. Ceryl Wyn was first jailed in 1964 by Holyhead Magistrates for indecently assaulting his pupils – he was living in Holyhead at the time. In 1970 Ceryl Wyn moved back to Blaenau with his wife, where they brought the house that they still live in today.

Ceryl Wyn was honoured by the Gorsedd of the Bards at the National Eisteddfod at Denbigh in 2001. His entry reads:

‘Ceryl Wynne Davies, Blaenau Ffestiniog, educated in Ysgol Rhemadeg Ffestiniog and in Normal College Bangor. The author of dramas and was equal first in the competition to write a short play in the Eisteddfod in Barri and Fflint. Broadcaster, producer, presenter, committee member and a lay preacher. Has been a teacher and school headmaster and at present is the managing editor/publisher of Dolgellau’s weekly local newspaper Y Dydd.’
Ceryl Wyn taught in three other primary schools before he was appointed Head of Ysgol Tanygrisiau in 1978. There were many complaints about his conduct at each school. Gwynedd County Council’s response was to move Ceryl onto another school. One of Ceryl’s own parents was a County Councillor, whose remit was either Education or Children’s Social Services. My correspondent was told by her solicitor that after Ceryl was released from his second prison sentence, he lectured at a college and was then employed again by Gwynedd County Council.
Ceryl Wyn has starred on S4C and in 1977 he published a book of Welsh prose with Gwasg Gomer. For many years he judged children’s beauty competitions and I am told that one child who was entered for one such competition was the offspring of a woman who is employed by Gwynedd Social Services who is well-aware of Mr Davies’s previous offending.
I have been sent copies of correspondence between a resident of Blaenau and Christine James of the National Eisteddfod, with regard to the Blaenau resident stating her concern that a serial child sex offender should have been honoured at the Eisteddfod.  Christine James makes all the right noises about protecting children and being shocked and disgusted but maintains that Ceryl slipped through the net. Ms James was told that Ceryl seems to have slipped through a great many nets. The Blaenau resident asked who proposed and seconded Mr Davies for membership of the Gorsedd. Christine James replied that she didn’t know – the administrator concerned is now dead and there are no records identifying those who recommended Mr Davies.
Under no circumstances do I think that Mr Davies should be subjected to vigilante action and I think that it says a lot for Blaenau that he has been allowed to live in their community and hasn’t been subjected to a baying mob. Neither do I think that his books, dramas, poetry, recordings etc should be wiped off the face of the earth – if he is a talented writer (or even an untalented writer), of course people should be allowed to enjoy his work. I was of the opinion that it was rather pointless of the BBC to refuse to allow the many clips of Jimmy Savile to be shown again. It was the BBC who concealed Savile’s offending for decades, as well as the NHS of course. That can’t be undone by not allowing access to archive footage. A member of my Welsh class complained about there being a reference to Rolf Harris in one of our WLPAN books – I couldn’t understand the problem myself, Rolf Harris’s crimes aren’t going to be undone if Welsh learners are protected from the mention of his name.
However, Gwynedd County Council were negligent in the extreme with regard to employing Mr Davies in the wake of his record of offending and there is a strong stench of nepotism and corruption surrounding his employment.
I note that with regard to Mr Davies’s 1986 conviction and imprisonment, Mr Davies was suspended from his job as Head of Ysgol Tanygrisiau before the trial. HTV announced his suspension in a news report on 29 Oct 1985. Some three months before, I had made complaint to Gwynedd Health Authority about the mental health services. By Oct 1985, Tony Francis had contacted the BMA and the managers of Gwynedd Health Authority, maintaining that I was mad and dangerous and that this was demonstrated by my ‘delusions’ concerning Gwynne the lobotomist.  As matters escalated over the following years, it was Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, who, in collaboration with Lucille Hughes the Director of Gwynedd Social Services, made a number of attempts to frame me and have me imprisoned. All this happened whilst Ioan Bowen Rees, who allowed Ceryl Wyn to ‘slip through the net’ and who was remarkably forgiving towards Ceryl when he was released from prison, was Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council.
A paedophile ring operated in Gwynedd Social Services whilst Bowen Rees was Chief Exec. Bowen Rees’s staff and their colleagues in the NHS and Welsh Office stopped at nothing over the a period of many years in their attempts to imprison me. Not because I’d complained about Ceryl Wyn – I’d never heard of him – but because I had complained about Mr Big who had been running the trafficking gang for decades.
Ioan and his henchmen never lost sight of me or indeed my friends. We were threatened, harassed, driven out of our jobs and on occasions physically attacked, even when we were not living in Wales. However did Ioan manage to take his eye off the ball re Ceryl Wyn who lived in the same house in Blaenau and who worked for Gwynedd County Council for decades?
In 2000 I was told that the National Eisteddfod had been left red-faced after it was discovered that the man who had been responsible for running the children’s nursery one year was a convicted child sex offender from Kent.
In 2009 the National Eisteddfod was held at Bala and someone I knew arranged to go there with me and give me a lift. This person was a rather promiscuous gay and it was a while before I realised that he was actually quite busy on what was effectively a rent boy scene among Welsh celebrity circles. (That’s how I found out that Max Boyce was gay.) One of his many associates was a man whom I called the Foul Mouthed Harpist, a high profile award winning harpist based in north Wales, who behind his public image was an unhappy and very bad tempered man. People quipped that I was in no position to label someone ‘foul mouthed’ but the Foul Mouthed Harpist was a far greater offender than me. Brown observed that the ‘Foul Mouthed Harpist’ sounded like a character off The Fast Show and the name stuck. As we arrived at the Eisteddfod, we bumped into the Foul Mouthed Harpist, who was equipped with his harp because he was due to play at the Eisteddfod. Some twenty minutes later, my companion disappeared without notice and I spent two hours wandering around the Eisteddfod before he reappeared. It transpired that he had managed to have sex with the Foul Mouthed Harpist somewhere at the Eisteddfod. God knows where, perhaps behind the Pafiliwn, whilst the Bard was being crowned.
Gordon Bennett – and here she is with her harp:
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And here’s her daughter-in-law, Royal Harpist to Prince Charles, or Carlo as that well-known Republican Dafydd Iwan calls him:
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Yma O Bloody Hyd.
I don’t mind the harp playing, or even the gay sex at the Eisteddfod – although I can only hope that the Foul Mouthed Harpist and his partner didn’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses  – but I do mind the hypocrisy, the corruption and the fact that someone tried to murder Brown and did murder one of my closest friends, whilst everybody wailed ‘we didn’t know’.
You did know, so don’t insult the memory of those who were found dead by telling us all that you are ‘shocked and disgusted’, that ‘safeguarding’ is a priority and that elderly sex offenders are now being ‘held to account’ and that ‘justice will be done’. Justice can never be done, the victims are dead, they died in full public view whilst screaming for help and that will never be altered, no matter how many geriatric sex offenders are imprisoned.
Many of the paedophiles’ friends made much of their involvement in political activism, including in anti-apartheid/anti-discrimination activities. Abel Meeropol aka Lewis Allan wrote the poem ‘Strange Fruit’ after being inspired by this photo of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith, Aug 1930:

Save your apologies, just accept that none of you have the right to hold positions of responsibility or play a part in public life any longer, yet alone comment on the solutions to societal ills. As the Foul Mouthed Harpist would say, just fuck off.

A few more local sinners past and present:

John Sims, the CPN and ‘substance abuse specialist’ who was wheeled out as the NW Wales NHS Trust’s answer to service user involvement and published on the sterling work that the Trust was doing in this area. John Sims was treated appallingly by the criminals and psychopaths with whom he worked but in the face of Operation Pallial he joined forces with them. Mr Sims has been trying to find out where I am now living. John Sims lived just down the road from me when I lived at Llandwrog, but I didn’t realise it. Whether he was responsible for the offensive anonymous notes left on my windscreen and through my letter-box accusing me of various trivial offences I do not know – someone else told me that they thought it was probably the work of an Angel who lived nearby, so she was the prime suspect, but I had no idea that John lived in the village as well.

Ken and Barbara Moulton, the owners of the Gazelle Hotel in the 1980s, a favourite watering hole of the Top Docs. Ken regularly exposed himself to the school girls who worked as waitresses there, Barbara was a former porn queen and the photos were circulating around Anglesey. The Top Docs knew about this. All staff were systematically short-changed on pay day and the only person who ever received the money that was owed to them was the daughter of Terry Maxwell, the corrupt Top Doc who was later Clinical Director of the Ysbyty Gwynedd. I wonder how Maxwell extracted the dosh out of Ken and Barbara because no-one else managed to. When I asked for the money that I was owed, Ken violently assaulted the friend who was with me at the time – in front of a restaurant full of diners, some of whom walked out in sympathy with us when they realised what was happening. The assault on my friend at the Gazelle Hotel was used as evidence of my insanity and aggression by Tony Francis. D.G.E. Wood knew the truth of the matter, because one of his tenants was a student who had also been targeted by Ken and Barbara. When I went to the Bangor CAB for advice, the CAB refused to get involved on the grounds that I had assaulted Ken and Barbara – the police were ready and waiting to charge me should I pursue the matter of the money owed to me by Ken and Barbara. Lucille Hughes has been involved with the senior management of the CAB in Wales for years.

Barbara’s ex-husband was a senior police officer in the Greater Manchester Police and was a regular at the Gazelle.

Barbara and Ken were known to be swindling other local businesses on a huge scale. One of the full-time staff was an Angel who preferred to work as a waitress because of the serious wrongdoing in the NHS in north Wales. I was friendly with this Angel and Wood and Liz Stables knew that. The Angel had a daughter who was nearly killed in a car accident when she was 18 – as a girl of 10 or so she had often stayed overnight at the Gazelle when her mum worked late shifts there. The Angel-turned-waitress warned Ken about his conduct with teenagers and made it clear that what he was doing was unacceptable and that he was running the risk of prosecution if someone complained. Liz Stables blamed the Angel herself – who had worked with Liz at the C&A Hospital – stating that Liz should not be working at the Gazelle if that sort of thing was going on. Unlike Liz, who was working with the sex traffickers whom the Angel was so desperate to avoid that she’d left nursing. Liz’s son Gareth was never nearly killed in a car crash. Gareth Stables bagged a place at medical school and is now a Top Doctor in Leicester.

Another summer waiter at the Gazelle was a medical student from Cardiff. He is probably one of those Top Docs who is avoiding jobs in north Wales like the plague.

 

Meanwhile, Top Docs have announced that they have found the cure for cancer three or four times over the last two days or so. Well there’s a surprise.

 

I’ve now written so many posts for this blog that it has become clear from recent e mails that some readers are unaware of the content of earlier posts. So now that I have blogged about the extremes of the horror that was happening to people in north Wales at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles, I’d like to once more draw attention to someone whom I blogged about months ago, who worked in the charnel house that was Gwynedd Social Services in 1973 – Ann Coffey, who since 1992, has been the Labour MP for Stockport. Ann qualified as a teacher among paedophiles’ friends, as a psychiatric social worker among paedophiles’ friends and worked in just about every Council that had a serious problem with the organised abuse of children and mental health patients.

Coffey is the Chair of the All Party Parliamentary Group for Runaway and Missing Children and Adults. In Oct 2014, Coffey published an ‘independent landmark report’: ‘Real Voices – Child Sexual exploitation in Greater Manchester,’ commissioned by the Greater Manchester Police and Crime Commissioner in the wake of the Rochdale child sexual abuse scandal. After this, Coffey launched a successful campaign to banish all references to ‘child prostitution’ from UK legislation. She also tabled a series of amendments to the Serious Crime Bill in 2015 to remove all references to child prostitution. She received support from all parties and eventually the Gov’t agreed to her proposal and tabled an amendment to substitute all references to ‘child prostitution’ with ‘child sexual exploitation’.

In 2017 Coffey wrote a follow up report: ‘Real Voices –Are They Being Heard?’ which looked at improvements made by the police and other agencies in tackling child sexual exploitation since 2014. Coffey concluded that ‘Better training and awareness amongst the police and the public had led to significant increases in reporting offences, identification of victims and offenders and intelligence tip-offs’.

Coffey went on to conduct a high profile campaign against the criminal exploitation of children. The APPG published a report in July 2017 on children who go missing and are exploited by gangs to sell drugs. Coffey particularly focused on the use of vulnerable children and young people in County Lines drugs operations, where children are groomed by criminals and forced to transport and supply drugs from one area to another.

In January 2018, Coffey conducted an independent survey of all 45 police forces asking if there had been an increase in violence connected to County Lines. Coffey campaigned for the children used and trapped in County Lines to be seen as victims, not criminals and for early interventions by agencies to prevent them becoming ’embedded in gangs’. She also called for more use of the human trafficking and slavery laws.

Together with Margaret Hodge, Coffey submitted a letter to the Parliamentary Labour Party Chairman requesting a vote on a motion of no confidence in Jeremy Corbyn, on 25 June 2016, two days after Britain voted to leave the European Union.

Coffey is married to Peter Saraga, a physicist and engineer, who is a visiting Professor at Imperial and who was Vice-Chairman of the Council of Sussex University, 2005-11. So Saraga knew the rather grander paedophiles’ friends who concealed the crimes of his wife and her colleagues.

 

As ever, no-one has woken up and smelt the Coffey.

 

Here’s Hercules battling the Hydra at the southern entrance to the Imperial Palace in Vienna:

Heracles (Hercules) battling the Lernaean Hydra; at the southern entrance to the Hofburg (Imperial Palace) in Vienna.

 

Today We Have Naming Of Parts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

Get your head around that Dafydd.

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick Boles is gay.

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Gaye knew how to choose her friends.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Titania Adoring Sir Simon Jenkins:

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Gadd Barn, Cysgod y Coed.

Llanllechid
Patricia
6 guests
2 bedrooms
6 beds
1 bath

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

More Information

The space

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

Guest access

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

Interaction with guests

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

Other things to note

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cheers!

 

 

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But we didn’t know!

Jokes, cartoons, songs, nicknames…

We didn’t know.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

Including the Court of Appeal in London it would seem.

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

Anyone for lecturing Welsh people on the evils of racism?

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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‘We didn’t know.’

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

Dr Dafydd Alun Jones

 

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

 Diagnosis: ‘She’s A Witch!’

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Include Me Out

Kirsty Williams, the leader of the Welsh Lib Dems who is a member of Carwyn’s Cabinet as Education Minister, has been in the Welsh news over the last few days as promises to raise standards in Wales’s schools are made – yet again. Kirsty is acutely aware that things are not what they should be and a few weeks ago she made a good speech in the Senedd, only to be faced with some of those who we know and love very pointedly walking out whilst she was speaking. I don’t know what that was all about. After her speech in the Senedd I was therefore disappointed to note that in recent comments Kirsty used that appalling phrase which schools are now all using – that their pupils should become ‘the best that they can be’. Such a phrase is a minefield. What does the school mean by the ‘best’? What does this say about children who are unable to reach whichever heights the schools is aiming at, be it in languages, maths, music, sports, drama etc?. For those who’s best isn’t quite the best that the others have achieved, ‘the best that you can be’ pretty much rubs it in that the kid is crap. It is such a process that leads kids to become disillusioned and alienated…

The sort of language that Kirsty used has evolved from the discourses which surrounded Blair’s widening participation programme. It did not work as he expected, because as I have mentioned previously Blair did not develop his policies by taking advice from the sociologists of education who could have told him how to make the policy work. He took advice from Lord Adonis instead. Blair’s model of widening participation was not about making available a high quality critical education to the wider population. It was about providing a dumbed down, cheap as chips system of mass higher education to a student population who had been conned into believing that it would lead them into highly paid professional careers. It didn’t, but Blair didn’t ever want it to. Blair’s widening participation was about producing a workforce that was ready for the neoliberal employment market. Of course the children of PMs and Cabinet Ministers weren’t provided with this type of HE themselves – they still went to Oxford to do PPE or another elite university to do history of art, classics etc.

Blair’s model of HE also involved another crucial element which very few people commented on – it was used to reign in dissent under the banner of ‘social inclusion’. I was particularly interested when New Labour started expressing extreme concern about the ‘low participation’ of Gypsies and Travellers in HE. I’m not entirely convinced that New Labour had the best interests of Gypsies and Travellers at heart. They were at the time being refused permission to live in caravans, when sites were provided for them the sites were often grim and not where they wanted to live and then there was the Dale Farm Battle. The ‘Daily Mail’ faithfully published articles reminding the world what a load of bastards Gypsies and Travellers were, in pretty much the same way as they did with New Age Travellers in the 1980s. I knew some New Age Travellers who were definitely not bastards at the time and I was somewhat confused when Thatcher expressed her intention to ‘make life difficult for hippy convoys’. Although she certainly did – at the Battle of the Beanfield, the police smashed their vehicles and chased pregnant women around whilst wielding truncheons. That’ll teach them to live in a brightly painted bus and park it somewhere near Stonehenge.

When New Labour began to bang on about including Gypsies and Travellers, one of my friends was involved in a piece of community research with Gypsies and Travellers. She uncovered some pretty nasty stuff – the Travellers who she knew in north Wales had been forced to live on a site where they had never wanted to live and were being intimidated and fleeced in a number of ways by the authorities which managed the site. No of course they didn’t go to the police, they would have received no more assistance than the mental health patients in north Wales did when we constantly raised concerns about the way in which we were being mistreated.

Interestingly, the Gypsies and Travellers who were being mistreated in north Wales were not in the Plaid stronghold of Gwynedd, they were over in north east Wales in the region dominated by Labour. Not a million miles away from the constituency of Blair’s former PPS David Hanson. The County Councils of north east Wales are still largely run by the paedophiles’ friends who ignored Dafydd’s crimes for decades.

Then Kirsty popped up again in the Welsh news, this time in relation to education and social mobility. My how I laughed when I saw that Alan Milburn had joined Kirsty in speaking out regarding social mobility, or the lack of. I think that both Kirsty and Milburn are giving presentations at an OU conference on social mobility. Milburn was at the heart of New Labour. Alan – social mobility has ceased largely as a result of New Labour’s policies following hot on the heels of the long rule of the Tories. You were told repeatedly that just about everything you were doing would cause already disadvantaged people to experience further disadvantage. You ignored everyone and just carried on shouting ‘education, education, education’, ‘tough on crime, tough on the causes of crime’ and banging on about Sure Start and how successful it was. Louise Casey remained your Tsar for Chavs, even after she got pissed and swore her way through a rather stuffy conference and she is now Dame Louise. Louise was such a success that she went on to advise the Tories after Gordon left No 10.

Milburn himself was Chair of the Social Mobility Commission – a post from which he resigned shortly after I published details regarding him, his wife and their friends on this blog. Alan was Health Secretary, 1999-03 and his wife is a Top Doctor psychiatrist. Their domain is in Blair’s stronghold of the north east of England, where that paedophile gang which Blair concealed with links to Dafydd et al operated.

 

After Blair and Lord Adonis unleashed their nonsense upon the nation, a sociologist called Kim Slack published a paper entitled ‘Include Me Out’. I often felt that the title of Kim’s paper could be my motto for life. Not so much with regard to academic life at Bangor, because I was fortunate to have some good bosses and colleagues who were a welcome diversion from the crap which reigned down upon universities from Gov’t, but Include Me Out neatly summed up how I felt throughout the years when Top Doctors and others kept telling me that I had to learn that Dafydd et al were very influential men. Later when I was working at St George’s Hospital Medical School, once more it was impressed upon me that I just did not seem to understand that I could not ignore Important People. I was directly told by the paedophiles’ friends at St George’s not to visit north Wales and to make a new life for myself in London. I was even told that if I liked walking holidays, Corsica was far better than Snowdonia. At the time I was baffled by the attempts to micromanage my life, but by then I’d decided that they were mad and foul anyway, but later it clicked. When I was in north Wales I was continuing with my irritating habit of talking to people who were not Top Doctors – indeed I was friends with hippies and people who didn’t live in houses – which did of course mean that I heard a great deal about what Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends had done to people.

Dafydd – I am so glad that I was happy to be Included Out and that I never accepted your bribe or decided that my future lay with some truly hideous people in the London medical schools. I wouldn’t have wanted to be Included by Sir Peter Morrison, the City of Chester Conservative Association or even the Duke of Westminster and trying to set fire to my house was not going to make me change my ways.

 

Research that I have undertaken to follow up matters that I have covered recently on this blog has confirmed that I was quite right to be Included Out.

My post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’ described how Kenneth Robinson, Harold Wilson’s Health Secretary and President/Chair of MIND (when it was still known as the National Association for Mental Health), won a libel case against the Church of Scientology. The Scientologists had maintained – and still do maintain – that psychiatrists were experimenting on their patients, harming them and facilitating sex crimes against minors. Dafydd and others were indeed doing all this when Robinson went to war with the Scientologists. Harold Wilson’s Gov’t concealed the crimes of Dafydd and others, as did MIND – Dafydd had been a leading light in MIND himself at the time when his shocking neglect of patients was covered by ‘The Times’ in the mid-1960s. Harold Wilson was friendly with George Thomas, the Labour MP for Cardiff West. Thomas’s abuse of children was widely known at the time but concealed. Thomas’s network in south Wales was closely linked with Dafydd’s network in north Wales. They were all covering for each other. Kenneth Robinson knew that the Scientologists’ allegations against psychiatry had substance, as did most members of the legal establishment.

Nonetheless Robinson won his libel action against the Church of Scientology and their allegations against psychiatry have been disbelieved ever since. The judge who was so helpful to Dafydd et al was Justice – later Lord Justice – Ackner.

 

Desmond Ackner was the son of Dr Conrad Ackner, a Jewish dentist from Vienna. Conrad Ackner came to Britain before WWI and treated members of the British Royal Family and Queen Maud of Norway. Desmond Ackner was educated at Highgate School and then attended Clare College, Cambridge. During WWII he served in the Royal Artillery. Ackner was transferred to the Admiralty’s Naval Law Branch and served there between 1942-45.

So Ackner will have known – or at least have known of – those senior figures in the Admiralty named in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’, including Lord Louis Mountbatten and Admiral Sir Alec Bingley. Sir Alec’s wife Lady Juliet followed Kenneth Robinson as Chair of MIND and concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al – as did the Bingleys’ son William, who worked as the legal director for MIND. William Bingley continued to collude with the very serious crimes of Dafydd et al when he became Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission.

I met William Bingley in 1987 and he supplied me of even more details of the crimes of Dafydd et al than I knew of. Bingley told me that MIND were supporting Mary Wynch’s legal action against Dafydd and that they had resisted Dafydd’s threats to ensure that their funding from Gwynedd Health Authority was withdrawn if they advised Mary. William also told me that Dafydd ran a big sex therapy practice on the north Wales coast and that he was exerting influence as a result of information that he had discovered through this practice. Although William admitted that Dafydd was involved in very serious crime, he did not offer to help me. He instead told me never to return to north Wales. Some weeks later when Dafydd tried to threaten and then bribe me into dropping my complaints against him, I contacted William and updated him. Dafydd had told me that if I didn’t drop my complaint against him he would have me arrested and detained in Risley Remand Centre. I dismissed this as a threat from a madman and didn’t quake in my boots as required. Dafydd then told me that his mate was a Professor at Liverpool University and I would be guaranteed a place at the medical school there if I dropped my complaints. William cheerfully told me that this was characteristic of Dafydd and then wrote to me telling me never to visit north Wales again because I would be arrested if I did.

Bingley was a law graduate and MIND’s legal adviser. What did he think that he was doing? He had been told that I had been unlawfully arrested and detained in psychiatric units – twice – because I had complained about mental health professionals abusing their positions and he knew that Mary Wynch was at that time suing Dafydd because he had done this to her as well. He then was told that Dafydd had threatened to fit me up and imprison me and when that didn’t have the desired effect I had been told that Liverpool medical school would provide a home for me if I kept quiet.

Bingley also told me that a complaint had recently gone to the GMC regarding a death at the hands of Dafydd but that the GMC would never take action against him no matter how serious the complaint.

My first visit to Bingley was not only to seek help and info re Dafydd. It was to ask his opinion regarding Dr James Earp. After Dafydd and Tony Francis had previously had me arrested on a trumped up charge of assault (‘attempting to throttle a doctor’) – a charge which was later dropped when it was found that I hadn’t attempted to throttle anyone – my lawyer had sought an expert report for the expected court case from Earp. Earp had been recommended to my lawyer because I was living in Leicester at the time and Earp was a forensic psychiatrist in Leicester. Bingley assured me that Earp was honest and a ‘good conservative psychiatrist’. Earp was not only concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘An Expert From England’) but he was one of the corrupt professional people who were concealing the paedophile ring of which Frank Beck and Greville Janner were a part. In 1993 Earp was at the centre of a scandal after James Rudman, who had murdered his wife, managed to escape from Earp’s secure unit and used a loophole in the law which very nearly succeeded in him remaining a free man for the rest of his life. Earp was remarkably unconcerned about what had happened and the circumstances of the original hospital order and the escape suggest that Rudman was helped by corrupt professionals, including Top Doctors in Leicester (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

Why my solicitor sent me to Earp I don’t know. I got on very well with this solicitor and he was known as an honest man – but he worked in Bangor, in the midst of the paedophile gang, his father-in-law was a police officer who was a Freemason and Dafydd phoned him at least once and tried to stop him from representing me. I have no idea whether he was given Earp’s name by someone else who was trying to stitch me up or whether that person too was unaware that Earp was one of many who was concealing a pan-European sex trafficking network. The same solicitor later referred me to Dr David Mawson after yet another attempt by Dafydd and Tony Francis to imprison me. David Mawson was very pleasant and entertaining but he too was concealing the crimes of Dafydd et al – although David Mawson seemed to be working independently of Dafydd and co (see post ‘Doctors Who Disappeared From The Medical Register’).

To be fair, psychiatry is in such a bad way that I suspect that whoever my solicitor used for a second opinion would have been part of the trafficking network or would have been leaned on by them. I liked that solicitor and he kept me out of Risley Remand Centre on a number of occasions. I suspect that if he had said ‘God we’re dealing with a bunch of international gangsters’ and tried to tackle them he’d have been found dead. So don’t worry Mr Alwyn Jones, I really don’t have a problem with you. I’ve got the documents to which you never gained access and I’m grassing this bunch of crooks up.

Alwyn later gave up legal aid work – at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry. He was probably visited by someone with a shotgun…

You might have put Alwyn out of action in terms of helping the victims of the paedophile gang you worthless bastards, but you’ve got this blog to spend your time reading now.

 

Someone else told me that James Earp was a good man as well. The person who told me to go and see William Bingley ie. the man who worked in MIND in Leicester. Furthermore he knew about Dafydd. He told me that there had been a big investigation into the psychiatric services in north Wales, that there was a psychiatrist up there ‘who had everything stitched up for himself’ and that it was ‘all tied up with Freemasonry’. I can find no trace of the investigation that this man in Leicester told me had happened.

How did I get to see this man in Leicester MIND? A mature student at Leicester University whom Brown knew advised me to go and see him. She was a former social worker doing a sociology degree and she was appalled when I told her what had happened to me in north Wales. She told me that the law had been broken repeatedly and I really needed legal advice – she recommended Leicester MIND. I liked this woman, but I suspect now that she was probably another little gift from the security services in disguise – as so many whom Brown and I encountered were – who deliberately sent me into the arms of a network whom she knew were concealing organised sexual abuse. Or she was terrified. Leicester University staff – including those in the Dept of Sociology  – had been concealing child abuse in Leicestershire for years. Maureen was in the thick of them – and Leicester Medical School was run by the paedophiles’ friends as well (see posts ‘Radical Leicester And Some Other Free Radicals’ and ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’). Furthermore Maureen’s husband and Maureen were both ‘service users’ who encountered financial problems which caused her to withdraw from her degree. Maureen was a leading light in Leicester University Students’ Union at the time, where a particularly crazy form of student politics prevailed. The Student Grants of Leicester were involved with the Radical Causes supported by Leicester City Council – which was dominated by people concealing the abuse ring who were told what to do by Keith Vaz. Greville Janner must have been pissing himself laughing.

MI5 – can you do me a favour please? Instead of sending a whole array of people in various states of fuckwittery in my direction who simply add to my difficulties or who try and send Brown and me into situations in which we narrowly escape death, please could you send someone useful? Perhaps accompanied by a large compensation cheque in the light of the British state spending more than 30 years of their time and money trying to kill us. Diolch yn fawr.

 

To return to Justice Ackner of the paedophiles. He was called to the Bar by the Middle Temple in 1945, became a Bencher of Middle Temple in 1965 and was later Treasurer in 1984. Ronnie Waterhouse was a Bencher and Treasurer of Middle Temple and was six years younger than Ackner. They knew each other.

Ackner played a key role in two events which gave him an undeserved reputation as one who assisted the common man. He acted for victims of thalidomide in 1968-69 in their action for damages against the manufacturer of the drug, Distillers, which was settled before trial. Distillers agreed to pay 40% of the damages to each child that they would have been entitled to had the action been wholly successful. It was ‘widely accepted’ at the time that had the case gone to trial, the plaintiffs would have had difficulty proving negligence.

At a later date it became ‘widely accepted’ that the thalidomide children were robbed blind in the settlement that Ackner reached – which took him four years – that Distillers had been far less than transparent and honest, that many lies had been told by many people and that the families of the children had been forced into a corner from which they were grateful to pick up the few crumbs that they managed to scrape from under Distiller’s table. Ackner was one of the most highly paid Silks in the UK. He won’t have accepted 40% of anything.

The thalidomide families’ settlement was a bit like George Michael’s recording contract – he was delighted with it when he was a teenager, but as an older man he realised that he had been shafted.

The other person involved in ‘gaining justice’ for the ‘thalidomide victims’ was dear old Marjorie Wallace, who went into campaigning mode in the 1960s when she worked as a journo for the ‘Sunday Times’. Marjorie was a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order and managed to have sex with quite a few other paedophiles’ friends, including Lord Snowdon. As the net looked like it was in danger of closing in on Dafydd et al in the 1980s, Marjorie set up a ‘mental health charity’, SANE, which actually inflicted great harm on people labelled mentally ill, particularly those who had been abused whilst in state care. Marjorie knew what Jimmy Savile was up to in Broadmoor and remained silent, she knew that June and Jennifer Gibbons from west Wales had been banged up in Broadmoor whilst they were still teenagers for no good reason and she probably knows why Jennifer ‘died as a result of problems with her medication’ hours before she was due to be released from Broadmoor. Marjorie knew about Dafydd et al as well – she knew from many sources, but she also knew because in about 1988 I wrote and told her what Dafydd was up to…

For further details on Marjorie and all the awards and honours that she has received from Top Docs and others in return for her ensuring that people who have witnessed serious organised crime in the health and welfare services end up imprisoned for life, dead or irreparably damaged by ‘medication’, see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’.

Dafydd must have received loads of phone calls from all those people whom I informed of his crimes as they sent up the distress flares, including:

Marjorie:

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Esther:
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William:

 

Michael and His Radical Conscience:
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Then there were all the letters to the press, journal articles and books that Brown and me wrote about the abuses of the mental health system. There must be a lot of people who really love us…

‘Shut your mouth about DA.’

Ah well, I never did intend to take any notice of the vile little Angels who repeatedly told me that.

 

Not only was Marjorie, the hero of the hour re thalidomide, colluding with Dafydd et al – she could well have been working hand in hand with Desmond Ackner as well – but another one of Dafydd’s umbrella’s was Sir Franck Hartley, the former VC of London University, who was one of the pharmacologists responsible for the thalidomide disaster in the first place (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

 

Ackner got a lot of good PR from representing those disabled by thalidomide, but his reputation as an Champion of the Oppressed had been sealed by him acting as Counsel for the families of the victims at the Public Inquiry into the Aberfan Disaster in 1967, in which he condemned the ‘callous indifference, incompetence, ignorance and inertia’ in the National Coal Board. Ackner ‘remains a local hero’ in Aberfan, where a bench in the memorial garden bears a plaque in his memory.

It was said that the people of Aberfan could hardly believe that an ‘English barrister’ was so willing to help them. However the people of Aberfan would have been trusting, honest enough to accept people at face value and would have been unaware of a number of salient facts about Ackner, particularly as Ackner was not known outside legal circles at the time because he usually acted as a libel lawyer and rarely appeared in criminal courts.

The residents of Aberfan had been treated appallingly by Lord Robens of the National Coal Board, who didn’t bother to visit the scene of the disaster and denied that it was known that there was a spring at the heart of the tip which made it unstable and in danger of falling down the hill onto buildings with people in them. The Aberfan Disaster happened when Harold Wilson was PM. Harold Wilson and the Labour Party really needed the support of Labour voters in south Wales for political success. When Wilson kicked off his election campaigns, he did it in south Wales. Furthermore, the man at his side when he did so and one of south Wales Labour’s most high profile figures was George Thomas. Who was molesting children and who had links with Dafydd and co. Harold Wilson’s Gov’t was instrumental in concealing the abuse of vulnerable people by the health and welfare services which had been happening since the inception of the NHS (see post ‘The Human Stain’). The reputation of the legend that was Nye Bevan could not be allowed to be tarnished.

 

Aberfan could have been very, very difficult for Harold Wilson’s Gov’t, the Labour Party and the coal industry – it was difficult enough as it was, but it could have been a lot worse. A number of people not normally known for their care and sensitivity towards the lower orders came up trumps re Aberfan. Lord Edmund-Davies Chaired the Public Inquiry. Edmund-Davies was a judge who was a paid-up paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Then Ackner came over all caring as well.

The Aberfan disaster was placed firmly at the feet of Lord Robens. Who had a great deal to answer for, but he won’t have done it all by himself. The whole professional class in south Wales at that time had a dreadful attitude to the plebs in the valleys. Professor Kenneth Rawnsley, a Top Doctor in what became Cardiff University, conducted research into psychosomatic health problems which concluded that conditions affecting people in the mining communities which are now understood to be industrial diseases or a result of poverty, were products of the peculiar hypochondria of people living in those communities (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…’). Rawnsley spent his whole career protecting Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales, as well as others including George Thomas.

 

Lord Edmund-Davies and Desmond Ackner were leading figures in a corrupt legal establishment which had been shafting Wales for years and continued to do so. Most people would have been unaware that lawyers throw cases, whilst giving every appearance of doing their best for their clients or are so shallow that acquiring a gong really means something to them so they do what they are told by people in senior roles even if they know that it is very wrong.

 

Ackner was perceived to have triumphed for the Aberfan families. Yet Edmund-Davies’s Report was described as being deeply flawed. Let’s look at some details regarding Aberfan.

Lord Robens caused outrage by not visiting the village on the day of the disaster. He chose to go to the University of Surrey that evening instead, to attend the ceremony at which he was invested as Chancellor. It is alleged that the NCB covered Robens’s arse and told Cledwyn Hughes, the Secretary of State for Wales, that Robens was directing relief work. Cledwyn Hughes – who was a mate of Glenys Kinnock’s parents and was the man who introduced the Windbag to the big boys of Labour politics – spent his whole career colluding with Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Lord Cledwyn rang Harold Wilson and they agreed that Wilson should visit Aberfan. Wilson arrived late that evening, whilst rescue work was still going on. Cledwyn and Wilson agreed that a Public Inquiry was necessary. Wilson returned to London and at dawn the next day, Lord Snowdon turned up in Aberfan and Phil the Greek followed hot on his heels. I don’t think that they joined in the grafting and shifted barrows of coal waste about, I think that they did the usual ‘Have you come far?’ and ‘So what do you do?’ Royal bit that is always required when they meet the public.

On the day of the disaster the Mayor of Merthyr Tydfil launched a disaster fund. Donations came in at a pace and the eventual sum reached was £1.75 million.

Lord Robens did visit Aberfan after he’d done his bit at the University of Surrey. He made a press statement and said that the NCB would work with any public inquiry and that the NCB wouldn’t wriggle out of responsibility using legal loopholes. Wilson then announced that Lord Edmund-Davies would Chair the Inquiry. Edmund Davies was born in and went to school at Mountain Ash, just down the road from Aberfan.

At the Inquiry, the Labour MP for Merthyr, S.O. Davies, stated that he had held concerns that the tip at Aberfan would slip and slip so much that it would fall onto buildings. Davies explained that he didn’t tell anyone of his concerns lest the colliery was shut down. The Council for the NUM, Brian Gibbens QC, woke up immediately and challenged Davies, pointing out that if that was indeed the case, Davies bore personal responsibility for the disaster. To get Davies out of a very big hole, Gibbens requested that Davies’s evidence be rejected. The Tribunal agreed, taking the view that poor old Davies didn’t realise what he had said.

Initially the Tribunal decided not to call Robens to testify—they took his comment to the media about the existence of the spring in the tip being unknown as hearsay and thought that his evidence could not help. Ackner attacked Robens for making the statement about the spring, saying it was ‘a public scandal’; he added that ‘at no stage throughout this Inquiry has the National Coal Board taken the initiative to correct this sentence’. Ackner criticised Robens’s absence from the Inquiry, saying that ‘no explanation has been proffered by or on behalf of Lord Robens and his absence, therefore, and in this regard has been conspicuous.’ The Tribunal members decided that Robens should be able to defend his position and he was invited to attend. Under cross-examination by Ackner, Robens gave evidence inconsistent with that provided by the NCB, particularly on the point of whether the disaster was foreseeable; Counsel for the NCB asked the Tribunal to ignore Robens’s testimony.

Edmund-Davies’s Report was published in Aug 1967 and placed all blame for the disaster on the NCB. Nine employees of the NCB were personally censured. No blame was attributed to Merthryr Tydfil County Borough Council or the NUM. As Inquiry Reports are required to do, recommendations were made. Not very exciting ones.

The NCB was not prosecuted. No member of NCB staff was demoted, sacked or prosecuted. In a Parliamentary debate on Aberfan, Thatch – who was at the time the Opposition Spokesman on Power – raised a point concerning a witness at the Inquiry who had been criticised but who, by the time that the Report was published, had been promoted to Board level at the NCB.

Lord Robens received a copy of the Report 10 days before its publication and immediately campaigned to defend his position. He toured the coalfields against spoke against nuclear power.

After the Report was published, Robens discussed his position with the Minister for Power, Richard Marsh and after he was assured that his role at the NCB was secure, Robens offered his resignation. In line with the agreement previously made between Marsh and Robens, his offer was refused.

Leo Abse – George Thomas’s mate who not only spent years concealing Thomas’s sex offending, but was also investigated for historical sex offences himself –  was very rude about Robens and Marsh in Parliament, describing their conduct as a ‘disgraceful spectacle’.

The NCB offered the bereaved families £50 compensation and then increased it to £500 for each family. The families had to show that they were worthy however – they had to demonstrate that they had been sufficiently close to their children to have felt a bit put-out when the kids were killed by a coal tip landing on top of them. Other families were refused compensation if their children had been physically uninjured but had only suffered psychologically. Some families tried their luck and petitioned the NCB for high compensation. The NCB insurers told Robens that it was ‘only the hard core [of bereaved families] who are trying to capitalise’.

In the same way that the people who had been beaten and raped for years in the children’s homes in north Wales were a bunch of lying addicts who wanted to get their paws on the filthy lucre.

 

In Oct 1967 it was agreed in a Parliamentary debate that the remaining tips at Aberfan were not safe. The residents of Aberfan subsequently petitioned the Welsh Office to have the tips removed – by that time the Secretary of State for Wales was George Thomas – he’d taken over from Lord Cledwyn in April 1968. At the time of the disaster, Thomas had been a Minister in the Welsh Office under Cledwyn.

Lord Robens told the Treasury that removing the tips would cost £3 million and that the NCB would not pay for this. The Chief Secretary of the Treasury – John ‘Jack’ Diamond – also refused to pay. So George Thomas took £150k from the Aberfan Disaster Fund to contribute to the cost of removing the tips. The NCB and Treasury chipped in the rest and the tips were removed. The total cost of the removal was £850k.

In May 1970, Barbara Castle, then Secretary of State for Employability and Productivity, appointed Robens to Chair a Committee on Health and Safety at Work. The result was the 1972 Robens Report, which gave rise to the Health and Safety at Work Act 1974, the Health and Safety Commission and the HSE.

Barbara Castle later became Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1974-76, in Harold Wilson’s Gov’t. In that capacity, along with her young adviser Jack Straw, she concealed the deaths of more than 30 disabled children in the care of Hackney Council. Castle and Straw also concealed the crimes of George Thomas and Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales.

 

After Gov’t papers relating to Aberfan were made public under the 30 year rule, two academics – Iain McLean and Martin Johnes – undertook a considerable amount of work on Aberfan and concluded that the NCB had spin-doctored its way out of trouble from the moment that the tip fell onto the village to the time of the removal of the last tip, controlling the public agenda throughout. Furthermore it is highly likely that Edmund-Davies and Ackner knew that was the overall plan and were quite happy to play the roles needed.

Edmund-Davies died with his towering reputation intact. Desmond Ackner – one of the most highly paid barristers in the UK at the time – was then called upon to play the hero with regard to the thalidomide victims who were yet another group of people whom it is now admitted were seriously shafted with regard to their settlements. After helping the oppressed re thalidomide and Aberfan, Acken got his teeth into something really important – ensuring that the Church of Scientology’s allegations that psychiatry was colluding with child abuse were blown out of the water and that the Scientologists were made to look particularly mad, so much so that  more than 40 years later, no-one accepts that their allegations with regard to psychiatry were indeed true.

George Thomas ensured that the Aberfan Disaster Fund was plundered to pay for the removal of the rest of the coal tips – the Charity Commission prevented the Disaster Fund from making payments directly to the families of the injured children or the bereaved – and Thomas’s offences against children remained unknown to the general public for decades. George Thomas’s offending was concealed by Prof Kenneth Rawnsley – the leading  psychiatrist at Cardiff –  as well as by Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd, Tony Francis (Dr X), Rawnsley’s wife who was the psychiatrist Dr Elinor Kapp and many more…

 

In 1965, two years before Aberfan made Ackner a People’s Champ, Ackner acted for the BMA when they negotiated the Top Docs salaries with the Gov’t. The Health Minister was that favourite Health Minister of all time of the BMA – Kenneth Robinson. No wonder Ackner was Kenneth Robinson’s first port of call when Robinson wanted to sue the Scientologists.

Look at it this way. Dafydd and the paedophiles had begun to cause a great deal of grief in the 1960s. In particular George Thomas. Ackner did the BMA proud in 1965 and as a result Kenneth Robinson was the only Health Minister who didn’t get grief from the BMA. That allowed Harold Wilson and the subsequent Labour Gov’ts to be seen as Friends Of The NHS Which Helps The Poor. The NHS was systematically abusing vulnerable people, particularly in Wales, Labour’s stronghold. If somebody wanted to blow a potential scandal involving high profile politicians and large scale paedophilia facilitated by the psychiatric establishment out of the water before it ever got anywhere, who better than a People’s Champ and Friend of Wales to do it? Ackner, Friend of the BMA, was transformed into the People’s Champ by Aberfan, in which people were killed and then fleeced on the watch of a Labour Gov’t who backed the NCB which caused the problem; then Ackner built upon his reputation as a Champion of the Disabled by negotiating them a really crap deal with Distillers. The time was then right for Kenneth Robinson to sue the Scientologists, now that Ackner was a High Court judge.

 

In 1997, Blair’s incoming Secretary of State for Wales Ron Davies repaid the £150k that George Thomas swiped from the Aberfan Disaster Fund. Except that Ron didn’t pay interest or take into account inflation. If he had have done this, he would have been obliged to stump up £1.5 million. Fortunately Ron subsequently came a cropper just before Blair installed him as First Secretary of the newly-created National Assembly for Wales when Ron resigned after his moment of madness on Clapham Common with Boogie. It was alleged at the time by some that ‘everyone had known’ about Ron for years, but it was covered up (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). By whom I wonder?

Aberfan:

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The Viscount Tonypandy:
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Ackner also acted as Counsel in libel actions brought by John Bloom, the famously dodgy 1960s businessman – who hung out with celebs including David Bowie and Shirley Bassey – Svetlana Alliluyeva (Joseph Stalin’s daughter) and Lee Kwan Yew (PM of Singapore), who sent a lot of work the way of Sir Ronnie Waterhouse.

Ackner was elected to the Bar Council in 1957, was Treasurer in 1964, Vice-Chairman in 1966, Chairman in 1968 and Chairman of the Bar Council’s Law Advisory Committee, 1981-90. He was appointed Recorder of Swindon in 1962 and became an Appellate Judge of Jersey and Guernsey in 1967, serving in both offices until he was appointed a High Court judge in 1971. He was promoted to become a Lord Justice of Appeal. In Jan 1986 Ackner was appointed a Law Lord. Just when Alison Taylor and I started bellyaching and after Mary Wynch had gained leave from the Master of the Rolls to sue Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority and Risley Remand Centre. Ackner retired as a Law Lord in 1992, but continued with his legal career.

 

Ackner joined in the majority in the Lords in 1987 in the 3:2 judgement imposing an injunction to prevent ‘The Guardian’, ‘The Observer’ and ‘The Sunday Times’ from publishing extracts from former MI5 officer Peter Wright’s book ‘Spycatcher’, saying that failing to impose an injunction would be a ‘charter for traitors’. It might be remembered that after that judgement Ackner and his fellow Law Lords looked just a little bit foolish after people in the UK simply purchased ‘Spycatcher’ from overseas. I spotted a copy of ‘Spycatcher’ at the height of the hype, when I was in Leicester. I saw a young man on a bike pedal past me and he was clutching a copy. I should have stopped him and asked for his assistance in my battles with Dafydd et al – what with me being the sort of traitor that the young man with the copy of ‘Spycatcher’ was.

Ackner also joined in decisions banning broadcasts by the Provisional IRA and Sinn Fein. Whilst Thatcher’s Gov’t held secret talks with them (see post ‘Is The Party Over Yet?’).

One of the more florid highlights of Ackner The Heart’s career occurred whilst he was a High Court judge. The Torygraph’s obit of Ackner tells us that Ackner presided over ‘the trial of a schoolmaster accused of assault for breaking a pupil’s jaw. The schoolboy had started the day with half a tablet of LSD and spent the morning break screaming obscenities at the teacher before kicking him in the stomach. “Have we really reached the stage in this country,” Ackner asked the jury in his summing up, “when an insolent and bolshie pupil has to be treated with all the courtesies of visiting royalty?” The teacher was acquitted.

Not only does LSD not cause people to scream obscenities at and violently assault others, but I have never considered it to be ‘treated like Royalty’ to not have one’s jaw broken by a school teacher. I suspect that there was a great deal of fantasy involved with regard to the events which led to this trial, because somehow it had to be explained how a teacher broke the jaw of a pupil. Even when corporal punishment was legally permitted, it was canes across hands or buttocks, not a smack in the mouth hard enough to break someone’s jaw.

In 1976, Ackner jailed two IRA men for 20 years for plotting to blow up the QE2. He was sceptical about calls for shorter prison sentences, saying that judges had a duty to protect the public: ‘I belong to the school,’ he said, ‘who think that courts should have particular regard to the effect on victims’.

Well what kept old Ackner so quiet about Dafydd and the paedophiles then?

Ackner practised on the Western Circuit from chambers in London and was Presiding Judge on the Western Circuit, 1976-79. So Ackner was around and in a position of influence in the west country when the farce that was the prosecution and trial of Jeremy Thorpe took place (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’) and the equally farcical trial with resulted from Operation Julie (see post ‘The Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’).

Ackner’s finest hour probably occurred soon after his promotion to the Court of Appeal in 1980. Ackner had to decide whether Lindi St Claire, a call girl and a payer of income tax, was entitled to become a limited company. The Registrar of Companies had allowed Miss St Claire to register under the name Lindi St Clair (Personal Services) Ltd – having rejected the title Lindi St Clare (French Lessons) Ltd. But Ackner upheld an appeal by the Attorney-General, paedophiles’ friend Michael Havers, that the registration went against public policy.

Lindi St Clair- aka Miss Whiplash – experienced much media coverage in 1991 when it was revealed that she was running her business from a flat which she was renting from Norman Lamont, who was at the time the Chancellor of the Exchequer.

 

In 1981 Ackner dabbled in the world of pop. In an emergency sitting, Ackner freed Robin Gibb of the Bee Gees from a 14-day jail term, accepting that Gibb had been ‘needled’ by the ‘Daily Express’ into divulging details about his marriage breakdown against his court undertaking. I can’t help but think that if I had been up in front of Ackner for breaching a court undertaking in relation to say, Dafydd and the paedophiles, that any excuses from me regarding being needled by the publishers of Rupert the Bear would fall on stony ground.

‘The Guardian’ obituary for Ackner stressed that after Ackner’s decision in the ‘Spycatcher’ trial, Peter Preston, then the Editor of ‘The Guardian’, denounced the decision as giving the Gov’t ‘a new and sinister weapon’. That would be the Peter Preston who did not publish a word about Dafydd and the paedophiles, who never mentioned the huge problem that there was with the infiltration of the UK’s social services depts by paedophiles and who accepted advertising revenue from many of those very same social services depts.

I mentioned that after retiring as a Law Lord in 1992, Ackner remained busy. ‘The Guardian’ provided details. In retirement, Ackner the People’s Friend undertook arbitration work for the Lloyd’s insurance market, in City disputes and for the Personal Investment and Securities and Futures authorities.

‘The Guardian’ stressed that one of Ackner’s concerns was ‘the family and morality’. Dafydd’s often been very worried about that, he recommends learning Bible verses in Welsh when one is a child (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse?’). In ‘The Daily Telegraph’ in 1993, Ackner was quoted as faulting the media for rising crime, suggesting they had ‘unsettled society’ by ‘giving images of violence and promiscuity to the public’.

All you can do is sit back and laugh really.

In 1996, the plans by Tory Home Secretary Michael Howard for minimum sentences and mandatory life sentences caused Ackner to make a comparison with the Soviet Union, where ‘telephone judges’ were rung up by prosecution authorities and told what their decisions would be. Thank God that could never happen in this country. At the same time the Royal College of Psychiatrists launched attacks on Soviet Psychiatry for incarcerating dissidents and diagnosing them with non-existent mental illnesses. Over to you Dafydd.

Ackner had a house near Chichester in Sussex . John Allen trafficked the kids from north Wales to brothels in Brighton and five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb in Sussex in 1992 (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). From 1993-96, Ackner was President of the Society of Sussex Downsmen. Ackner’s wife was Joan Evans. Their daughter is called Moelwyn, which suggests that Ackner’s wife was Welsh. All that I have found about Joan Ackner was that her father was John Evans, a JP. Welsh with family members who were magistrates – it sounds like part of the profile of so many of Dafydd’s pals.

 

Ackner’s memorial service was held in Temple Church. There were a great many guests and I have not had time to research them, but a few names jumped out at me who have featured on this blog in their roles as paedophiles’ friends of the highest order:

Charlie Falconer; Helene Hayman; Earl Ferrers; Viscount Tenby; Lord Thomas Bingham; Lord Grabiner,  Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe; Derry Irvine; Lord Mackay of Clashfern; Patrick Mayhew; Lord John Morris; Baroness Patricia Scotland; Ronnie Waterhouse; Alan King-Hamilton; Dominic Grieve.

Ackner’s son, the Hon Martin Ackner, was killed in car crash in Oct 2011. There was a bit of a cull at that time – just as it was clear that the police would be re-opening the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal.

I have done a little bit more digging regarding Risley Remand Centre, which served as Dafydd’s personal prison for many years. In April 1989 there was a riot at Risley which resulted in a siege and extensive damage to the building. Dear old Risley was never the same again and people were forced to acknowledge that the place was so bad that something had to be done. The women’s wing subsequently disappeared and the institution metamorphosed into HMP Risley. Michael Mansfield represented some of the rioters and emerged very much as the hero of the hour. Mr Mansfield did not mince his words regarding the disgraceful conditions at Risley and the abuse of the prisoners, but he somehow never mentioned that the place was ruled by Dafydd and was full of distressed young people who were victims of a gang of paedophiles operating in the children’s homes and mental health system of north Wales (see post ‘Workers Play Time’).

 

The 1989 riot at Risley happened when Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary. Hansard, 4 May 1989, records that Hurd made a statement to the House regarding the riot, which began on 30 April 1989. Hurd stated that he had set up an urgent inquiry into the riot to be conducted by Ian Dunbar, the Regional Director of the Prison Service for the south west.

Dunbar’s obituary tells us that he ‘blended an unwavering humane respect’ for prisoners with ‘organisational realism and managerial flair’. It states that ‘for a substantial portion of Dunbar’s career’ working in the Prison Service ‘was made even more dismal by the keenness of political parties to use crime and punishment for electoral advantage – and in consequence to embrace ill-considered and short-term policies…Dunbar was one of a group of senior prison figures who preserved and propagated civilised values in the face of great difficulties…He would undoubtedly have taken a deal of comfort and satisfaction from the recent speech by Kenneth Clarke, the Lord Chancellor and Minister of Justice, momentously announcing his Government’s intention to detach itself from the futile rhetoric that has led penal policy for much of the past three decades.’

Ken Clarke did indeed do that, but Ken Clarke knew that for many years – including when he was a Minister in the DoH and then Health Secretary – numerous innocent people had been banged up in prison or secure hospitals for no other reason than that they were witnesses to the activities of Dafydd and the paedophile gang in north Wales. Ken Clarke also knew that a property in Knightsbridge worth a bomb had been flogged to the Duke of Westminster for £6k as a result of some sort of deal between the Duke and the Gov’t in order to conceal the activities of Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

 

Born in Hackney – where all those kids with cerebral palsy who died which was then concealed for decades – Ian Dunbar’s career in the Prison Service began in 1959, as an assistant governor. This followed a degree at Keele University and a period at Reed College, Oregon.

There was a problem at Keele with paedophiles who had found a base there. Peter Righton, the social worker who was a paedophile and who used his academic work to justify paedophilia, worked at Keele. Students who passed through Keele at about that time included Michael Mansfield and Wales’s former First Secretary paedophiles’ friend Alun Michael.

Dunbar later received a Diploma in Applied Social Studies from the LSE. An institution through which many paedophiles’ friends of north Wales travelled.

While in the US, Dunbar had contacts with the Civil Rights Movement and meetings with Martin Luther King and Paul Robeson. In later years a he developed a friendship with Norval Morris.

Dunbar’s postings included Leyhill, Usk, Long Lartin, Wakefield and Wormwood Scrubs. His ‘success in the direct management of prisons’ carried him to more senior appointments. He became Regional Manager for the South West and then, from 1990 until retirement in 1994, Director of Inmate Administration at Prison Service HQ, responsible for safeguarding and upholding prisoners’ rights.

Dunbar ‘was always completely attentive to the individuals with whom he was engaged: it would be utterly impossible to imagine him being disrespectful or dismissive to a prisoner or a colleague’. His career attested, nevertheless, that ‘this was a man who made shrewd judgements and could say no in all the necessary ways’.

Dunbar acquired a family base to which he returned at weekends and while on leave. This was in the Somerset Levels and he and his wife participated in community affairs there. Dunbar was a ‘valued member of the Levels’ community’. He retained a keen and current interest in penal affairs (and public matters generally).

Gary Glitter lived in Somerset for years until he ended up in prison in Bristol for child porn offences.

Dunbar was appointed as a Sentence Review Commissioner in Northern Ireland, dealing with releases under the Good Friday Agreement.

 

Conditions at Wormwood Scrubs were so bad that prisoners staged a riot in 1979; after the previous governor departed, Ian was put in charge. He ‘immediately instituted a series of reforms’ which he described in a subsequent book, A Sense of Direction (1985), which he wrote following visits to penal systems in Canada, Sweden and the US. I

In retirement, he and Sally, his wife of 44 years, enjoyed travelling and charity work.

In an oral history interview with a former colleague, Dunbar stated: ‘the important thing is, in terms of any difficult situation is to get as near to uncovering and unravelling the facts as possible. And to treat people with a degree of fairness and humanity’.

That was not happening in the Prison Service.

 

Ian Dunbar’s old school, Burckhurst County High School, on it’s old pupils’ website, states that Dunbar ‘had a successful career in the prison service, joining in 1959 and rising to become a regional director of 25 penal establishments by the mid-1980s.  He played a key role in the investigation of prison unrest in the early 1990s and was responsible for many initiatives to improve methods in prison management.’

Prisons are still unsafe, woefully inadequate and full of people who should not be there.

 

I lived in Somerset until 1981, when I left to go to UCNW. All was not well in the criminal justice system in Somerset. The drug squad were notoriously corrupt and as in north Wales, people were fitted up by them regularly. The Avon and Somerset Police pursued small time hippies and even school kids whilst serious drug barons went unchallenged. I knew of a boy from my school who was framed for indecent assault on a younger boy by the police in Bridgwater and his brother was then fitted up for drugs offences. There was a teacher at my school who was undoubtedly abusing the younger boys, whilst every member of staff did all that they could to not notice the obvious. It wasn’t anything like what was happening in north Wales, but the signs were there. There was one teacher at my school who presented himself as a true friend to the kids with difficulties, who cultivated my company and encouraged me to keep in touch with him after I went to university. It transpired that he was a very predatory man and I had a seriously bad experience with him in 1987 when I went to visit him, just at the time that Dafydd and the paedophiles’ launched their attack on me. He lived on the Somerset Levels, not a million miles away from Ian Dunbar. Dafydd’s umbrella and partner in crime Prof Robert Owen had a daughter who lived just down the road from this teacher, at Shapwick.

I have been told recently that this teacher was in contact with Dafydd and the paedophiles and that they were all busy trying to work out what to do when I blew the whistle on the whole lot of them. The teacher concerned died a few years ago, but other people will have known what he was doing. So, anyone want to come forward with info about Ray Stanlake, a leading light in agricultural life in Somerset, who taught for many years at Chilton Trinity School and who was most definitely a very nasty wolf in sheep’s clothing? I have been told that another twat of the highest order who taught at Chilton was involved as well, the former Deputy Head, Mike V. Davies. Known to the kids as ‘Fiddler’. Which speaks volumes.

The MP for Bridgwater for many years was Tom King, who was N Ireland Secretary, 1985-89. Who concealed what happened at Kincora Boys’ Home. Before that, King was Secretary of State for Employment, 1983-85. One of King’s Ministers was Sir Peter Morrison…

Another member of Thatcher’s Cabinet came from near Bridgwater – John Biffen, who grew up on a farm about three miles away from where I lived. John Biffen’s parents continued to live on the farm whilst Biffen made it big in politics, after becoming the MP for Oswestry and then North Shropshire – right on the territory of a paedophile gang directly connected to Dafydd. Biffen fell out with Thatcher in the end, but he’ll have known about Morrison, about Kincora and everything else.

 

Problems in Britain’s prisons are long-standing and what is noticeable about matters concerning Britain’s prisons is that some very odd choices have been made regarding those from whom to seek advice or involve in prison work. In the mid-1960s the Home Office established a Committee to investigate prison security which was Chaired by Lord Mountbatten of all people, a man who has been named regarding the allegations of abuse at Kincora Boys’ Home (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). The subsequent Mountbatten Report (Home Office 1969) was opposed by the Advisory Council on the Penal System, a sub-committee Chaired by the Cambridge Professor Leon Radzinowicz, which led to the 1968 Radzinowicz Report.

 

In 2007 David Scott published a piece of academic work which reviewed prisons in England. He noted that by 1978, over 60 branches
of the POA were involved in disputes with the Prison Service regarding issues such as staffing levels, pay, conditions and overtime. Scott observed that in the 1970s and for most of the two decades that followed, it was
increasingly difficult to hold that prisons could be special places that could
improve or positively change offenders.
In 1979 the Home Office established the May Committee, Chaired by Mr Justice May, which reported in October 1979. Asked to inquire into the state of the prisons regarding the pay and conditions of prison staff, the size of the prison population and the capacity for control, security and treatment in a time of ‘concerted indiscipline’ by prisoners, Scott describes the Report as ‘fundamentally flawed from its inception’. Scott notes what he considers to be the very inappropriate composition of the May Committee –
a Mayoress, a personnel director, a senior trade unionist, a company managing director, a member of a Prison Board of visitors, a former Director of NACRO, an Irish mayor, a Scottish Sheriff and a retired Chief Constable.
Scott sums up the May Committee as ‘a committee of amateurs’. They may well have been, but what strikes me is how many people in the field were and are amateurs and sometimes very worrying amateurs. Trumpers was a prison visitor and it was Trumpers who was responsible for appointing Jimmy Savile as manager of Broadmoor when Thatch was stupid enough to give Trumpers a job as a Health Minister (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’). Trumpers had involved herself with ‘helping’ prisoners and young people in trouble with the law before she ever got near the Lords and I suspect that this was how she became friendly with Savile, who was also very enthusiastic about helping young people who’s word would not be believed and who could not get away from him. I don’t know who was on the May Committee, but if the Mayoress referred to was not actually Trumpers – Trumpers was the Mayoress of Cambridge – then it could well have been someone equally as inappropriate.
Trumpers was a personal friend of Douglas Hurd – Trumpers’s husband Alan Barker taught Hurd at Eton and they remained lifelong friends. Trumpers acquired her first high profile public role after Barker shamelessly asked Hurd to gissa job.
 Trumpers was part of high society in Cambridge and knew Jeffrey Archer and his wife. The Jeffrey who paid a prostitute to leave the country, lied on oath, was subsequently jailed for perjury – the prostitute having been killed in a car crash days before the trial at which she was due to give evidence. Lady Mary perjured herself as well but hey, no prosecution. See post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’ for an extended account of the sordid activities of the Archers and the connections to the wrongdoing in north Wales.
David Scott might have thought that the May Report was farcical, but Hansard records that in answers to questions in the Commons, 15 Nov 1979, Willie Whitelaw, then Home Secretary, described the  May Report as ‘extremely important and very valuable’ and said that he would respond positively to many of the proposals made concerning the Home Office.
Anyone for a Short Sharp Shock?
Lord Longford’s contribution to the debate regarding the Prison Service was also recorded in Hansard. Lord Longford spent enough time in prisons talking to prisoners to have known about the people in prison who were there as a result of raising their voices about their abuse at the hands of the state. Lord Longford was successfully constructed as a batty old git who should be ignored by just about everyone because of his sympathy for Myra Hindley.
 Hindley and Brady’s trial took place in 1966 at the Chester Assizes, at the centre of the den of corruption in Chester and north Wales. Emlyn Hooson and Ronnie Waterhouse were both Counsel at the trial and were both endemically corrupt and spent decades concealing Dafydd, the paedophile gang and the associated crime.
In 1966 the Scientologists had begun making those outrageous allegations about psychiatry facilitating crimes against children. It was also in 1966 that ‘The Times’ printed a piece about a Dr Dafydd Alun Jones discharging a mass of vulnerable institutionalised patients from the North Wales Hospital without their prior knowledge to ‘unsuitable accommodation’. The patients were subsequently found starving and lice ridden. Some will have died as well but that will have been kept quiet. Dafydd was a leading light in the National Association for Mental Health (MIND) at the time. Along with Kenneth Robinson, the Health Minister.
Ian Brady admitted to three murders, but never to the others which were attributed to him. Hindley denied knowing anything about the two murders that Brady claimed not to have committed. Hindley and Brady were demons who were wheeled out by the paedophiles’ friends of Chester and Wales whenever a stiff sentence was called for or a defendant had to be demonised. The Court would inevitably be reminded that it was ‘here in Chester’ where the Moors Murderers were tried. Now I ask you to take a look at the defendant – are his eyes not too close together?
It was there in Chester where I and many others were the subjects of fit-ups by the paedophiles’ friends…
Myra Hindley was let out to search Saddleworth Moors with the police for goodness knows what when I was in Denbigh. One of the Angels, Ingrid, had attended the trial of the Moors Murderers. ‘Ooh it was terrible, we were all crying’. No doubt they were, but this was an Angel who was assisting Dafydd in illegally imprisoning the victims of a sex trafficking ring in a dungeon.
‘And the nurses cried.’ They tend to only cry when they have been caught bang to rights and publicly exposed.
Brady was moved to Ashworth, the chamber of horrors run by Dafydd’s mates, just when Ashworth had been the subject of appalling publicity, involving children being taken into the hospital to visit a paedophile and a patient murdered by the Angels (see post ‘Security, Security’). The police officer who led the Hindley and Brady investigation, Peter Topping, wrote a voyeuristic book about it and it is clear from this book that some very questionable policing was involved, if not frank corruption.
Police officers knew friends and family of Brady and Hindley and they also had very chummy relationship with the press, which resulted in the police leaking any old nonsense whenever they felt inclined to. Greater Manchester Police was heaving with corruption for years which became evident after the Stalker business (see post ‘A Stalker’s Network’). Some officers of Greater Manchester Police were personal friends of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales.
It is a mystery why the trial of the Moors Murderers was held at Chester. The defendants were not from Chester or north Wales, neither were the victims and the scene of the crimes was many miles away. But someone wanted that trial held in a city known for corrupt legal practices which served to conceal a paedophile network…

 

The 1991 Woolf Report is widely regarded as the most pro-
gressive penal reform programme of the 20th century in England and
Wales. In stark contrast to the May Committee, the publication of the Woolf Report was remarkably well received, with only a few marginalized dissenting voices. Lord Justice Woolf was commissioned to investigate the disturbances at HMP Manchester in April 1990 and at five further institutions: Glen Parva, Dartmoor, Cardiff, Bristol and
Pucklechurch.
June and Jennifer Gibbons were remanded at Pucklechurch as part of their journey to being eaten alive by the Top Doctors.
The long-term ascendancy of Woolf’s recommendations appeared secure
in 1991, when Home Secretary Kenneth Baker claimed that the Woolf Report
would provide the blueprint for penal policies for the next 25 years. The vast majority of Woolf’s recommendations were accepted as official Gov’t policy in the Home Office White Paper ‘Custody, Care and Justice’, published in Sept 1991.
Kenneth Baker was Home Secretary at the time of the North Wales Police investigation into the paedophile ring which of course did not exist in north Wales. Baker was in office when on 15 March 1992 around Wrexham dawn police raids were conducted on the homes of Bryn Estyn staff. No evidence of child abuse or child porn was found. The staff seemed to know that the police would be paying them a visit.
It has been remarked upon that Woolf did not focus on women prisoners, his emphasis was on humane positive custody with rehabilitation. It is now accepted that the majority of women in prison are not serious offenders – they are overwhelmingly women with mental health and/or drug problems and many of them have been victims of domestic or sexual violence. What is still remains unspoken is that much of the abuse that women prisoners have experienced has been at the hands of the ‘caring professions’. Furthermore they have not ended up in prison by accident – they have been sent there by Top Doctors who have deemed them to be unable to benefit from treatment because of their putative ‘personality disorders’. Certainly in north Wales this was inevitably the conclusion drawn by the Top Docs if female patients dared complain about the wrongdoing of the Top Docs and their colleagues. Everyone who takes to Radio 4 to discuss the problems of wimmin in prison mentions that they are nearly all in poor mental health but no-one dares admit that the Top Docs have put them there quite deliberately, no-one has ‘slipped through the net’. The net has been deliberately pulled to one side to ensure that they hit the concrete.
Men too arrive in prison with frightening sounding diagnoses courtesy of Top Docs who have refused to treat them. Furthermore in north Wales they were/are frequently the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles. An old trick of Dafydd and the paedophiles in the face of those young men complaining was to frame them for sex offences. Or of course an attack on a female Angel. It will ensure that the man concerned will go to prison and never be listened to again.
Gems from the horse’s mouth: When I asked Dr Neil Davies some 10 years ago why so many more women than men were diagnosed with ‘borderline personality disorder’, he cheerfully explained that if exactly the same ‘symptoms’ are seen in men, they are diagnosed with psychopathy. Neil Davies is a Cambridge graduate and he is not mad like Dafydd. Yet Neil Davies himself was using these diagnoses in exactly the same gendered ways that he knew made them nonsensical. Neil Davies also knew that people who complained about Dafydd were being diagnosed with personality disorders whatever their alleged symptoms. He knew that Dafydd was illegally imprisoning people – Neil’s name and signature are all over the medical notes that he thought that I would never obtain.
Before working with Dafydd and the gang, Neil Davies was one of the Newcastle-Upon-Tyne contingent. Along with Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth, the paedophile social workers who relocated to Bryn Estyn in 1973. Prof Bob Woods, who for years was responsible for the clinical psychology training in north Wales, also came from Newcastle-Upon-Tyne. The region that Blair subsequently made his stronghold.
I am trying to find out who or what was responsible for the migration of paedophiles and their friends from the north east to north Wales in the 1970s. John Allen’s Bryn Alyn Community received many kids from the local authorities in the north east. Brian Roycroft, the Director of Social Services for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne, positively encouraged his colleagues from neighbouring authorities to place children at Bryn Alyn. Roycroft knew that the kids were being abused in north Wales (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).
Then Tony Francis joined the north Wales gang in the 1980s – just after Ron Davies was elected as the MP for Caerphilly. Francis trained and worked in south Wales until he went to Manchester University for a stint with Dafydd’s old mate Bob Hobson (see post ‘The Mentor’) and then he nipped over to north Wales.

 

Someone who will have known what was going on was Lord K.O. Morgan’s late wife Jane Morgan, a criminologist with academic interests in children’s offending. Jane came from Wrexham and was a magistrate. She worked at Oxford and was a mate of Dick Hobbs, who is a good pal of Laurie Taylor. Laurie’s son is Matthew Taylor, Blair’s former policy adviser at No 10. Lord Ken was VC of Aberystwyth University – the Aber which churned out crooked lawyers who protected Dafydd et al…See post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’ for more details on Lord Ken and Jane.

 

In the Commons in May 1989 Douglas Hurd admitted that in Risley there was overcrowding, poor conditions and that prisoners spent a long time on remand. Hurd had known about this in the summer of 1987, in his role as Home Secretary. In my post ‘Additional Security Measures’ I describe how Dafydd and Tony Francis tried to frame me for ‘attempting to stab a doctor’ and have me imprisoned in Risley in the late summer of 1987. A truthful statement by nursing manager Jeff Crowther and then Sgt Morgan at Bangor Police Station refusing to take a fabricated allegation from Janice Davies – the Nurse Ratched who was manager of Bryn Golau Ward at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh – or to allow Dr DGE Wood into the cells to see me, were the only things that stopped me being fitted up and sent to Risley. Jones didn’t realise that his plan had fallen apart and I have in my possession documents written by Gwynedd Health Authority staff stating that I was now in Risley after attacking someone with a knife, as well as letters between David Ewart of the Mental Health Act Commission and the North Wales Hospital discussing my incarceration in Risley Remand Centre.

 

I may have escaped Risley Remand Centre but I knew a few other victims of Dafydd’s who didn’t. They were all mental health patients who had been framed and were detained on the medical wing of Risley. The medical wing where they were beaten up by the screws and received no medical care – but were simply transferred back to Denbigh again, on sections of the Mental Health Act for one year. At one point Dafydd had more patients on one-year sections than nearly any other psychiatrist in the UK. That would be the year of their lives when the health and credibility of the complaining sex abuse victim would be completely destroyed with massive doses of anti-psychotics before they re-appeared in the outside world or died.

Dafydd’s sectioning habits and the suicide rate in north Wales showed up as statistical outliers. No-one asked any questions.

It was the work of a sex trafficking ring Hurd and you knew about it.

The Home Office under Douglas Hurd were also forging documents (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

 

Hurd told the House in 1989 that he accepted the recent criticisms from HM Inspector of Prisons Stephen Tumin.

Roy Hattersley made a reference to Stephen Tumin’s comment that Risley was ‘barbarous and squalid’ and Fattersley also talked about the growing number of remand prisoners. Fattersley was a Birmingham MP who knew about the crimes of Dafydd et al but kept quiet – as did Stephen Tumin.

John Wheeler praised the staff at Risley and reminded the House that the staff: prisoner ratio at Risley was the highest that it had been in years. So why didn’t anyone ask why those staff were unable to keep prisoners alive?

Sir John Wheeler was the Tory MP for Paddington, which evolved into Westminster North. His constituency included the Harley Street area. More recently Wheeler has been Chairman and non-executive Director of a number of companies with interests in private prisons and security equipment. He is or was a non-executive Director of Merchant International Group, an organisation concerned with ‘corporate intelligence’. Wheeler is also Patron of Prisoners Abroad.

Douglas Hoyle joined in the tributes to a bunch of thugs who were notorious for beating the living daylights out of young people who had complained about a paedophile gang: ‘I want to join in the tributes to the prison officers who showed bravery in difficult circumstances’.

Hoyle was the Labour MP for Nelson and Colne and Warrington North – Risley is located in Warrington. So Hoyle was supporting his POA constituents – the victims of Dafydd didn’t have votes. Supporting sex traffickers didn’t do Hoyle any harm – he was Chair of the PLP and received a peerage in 1997.

Nicholas Budgeon demanded that the right of folk who are refused bail to appeal to a judge in Crown Court should be withdrawn. In one case in which Tony and Sadie Francis had perjured themselves in an attempt to have me imprisoned, my solicitor’s biggest worry was that the police had opposed bail. He told me that there was no way that he wanted me in Risley Remand Centre ‘because they’re all dying out there’. This would have been at the very end of 1990. I asked Alwyn what he was going to do if the magistrates refused bail and he said that he would appeal immediately to a judge in Crown Court. I wondered why the police had refused bail – because they knew that despite the constant florid rhetoric of the Francis’s et al, there was no evidence that I had ever harmed or threatened to harm anyone. Every accusation that I had done so was demonstrated to have been fictitious.

The victims of the paedophile gang were being murdered. In Risley. Furthermore Nick Budgeon might even have known that.

Budgeon was the right wing Tory MP for Wolverhampton South West, 1974-97, who succeeded Enoch Powell. Like Powell – Powell supported Budgeon to succeed his seat – Budgeon was anti-immigration and made public statements and wrote material which even by the standards of the day, were perceived to be racist. Budgeon was born in Shropshire but brought up in Lichfield, Staffordshire, by his grandfather, who was Canon of Lichfield Cathedral. Budgeon retained lifelong links to the C of E.

Budgeon was a keen huntsman, was involved in race horses, robustly defended gun ownership after the Dunblane Massacre, loathed Ted Heath and was contemptuous of John Major. Budgeon described Major’s Gov’t as being one that you could ‘push’, on account of its small majority. Budgeon was one of the Maastricht rebels in the 1990s.

In 1985 Budgeon made a series of speeches against the Anglo-Irish Agreement, which it is thought encouraged his cousin Ian Gow to resign from Thatcher’s Gov’t. Ian Gow was murdered in 1990. The murder was attributed to the IRA, but there are allegations that rogue members of the security services were involved and that the IRA might not have been responsible. Gow was blown up in his car at his home in East Sussex.

 

Charles Moore maintained that Budgeon wasn’t a racist bastard who foamed at the mouth at all, he was a little pink pussycat. Budgeon died of liver cancer shortly after he lost his seat and Charles maintained that it was the shock of being defeated that brought the liver cancer on. Liver cancer doesn’t work like that Charles – it is however associated with alcoholism, hepatitis B and C. It can also result from liver fluke – Budgeon was a farmer, so I expect that he caught it from his sheep Charles. Not as a result of liver damage from getting pissed in Commons bars and definitely not by having sex with an infected partner.

‘Mr Charles Moore/was only twenty four…’ as the ‘Private Eye’ clerihew of many years ago began, which went on to take the piss out of the then young fogey Charles Moore. Charles Moore is now an older fogey who might have edited ‘The Spectator’ and ‘The Daily Telegraph’ as well as ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ – between 1992-95, when Sir Peter Morrison’s mates were trying to kill me – but he certainly doesn’t know anything about cancer. Get your crystals out Charles, they’ll align your chakras and sort out your yin and your yang. Then you’ll be able to write another hagiography of Thatcher and fail to mention that one of her friends and Ministers was a member of a vicious murdering paedophile gang and that she knew about this.

 Lord Snooty
Charles Moore, former editor of the Daily Telegraph, at Edmund Burke Philosopher, Politician, Prophet.jpg

 

Charles Moore used to visit the Quantocks in Somerset. One of his mates lived down there and Charles entertained the listeners of Radio 4’s ‘Any Questions’ on one occasion with his impersonation of a Somerset bumpkin with that quaint accent from down those parts. Where I come from Charles. I think that the friend whom Charles used to stay with will have been Paul Johnson, another mad right-wing journalist, who purchased an estate near Over Stowey and then moved all of his mates in. Johnson began his adult life as a leftie – Lord Snooty was a Liberal when he was a young man – and used to knock about with Ronnie Waterhouse.

Paul Johnson had a rather unsavoury son, Cosmo, who had a relationship with a local mother of young children and they lived near Over Stowey. Cosmo ended up holding them all hostage at gun-point whilst drugged to the eye-balls. Did Cosmo go to prison? Er, no. Not very much at all happened to Cosmo, although he was known to be weird and worrying by many in Somerset by then. From what I remember, Cosmo pleaded drug problems and the craven magistrates of Somerset proved to be most understanding and Cosmo was turned loose once more.

I was told the other day that Cosmo is now a Tory Councillor in Watchet.

So Cosmo didn’t end up in Risley or Pucklechurch then…

Do you know why that might have been Lord Snooty?

Charles’s tender-hearted mate who developed liver cancer when the cruel gits of Wolverhampton South West rejected him at the polls was a barrister on the Midlands Circuit. So Budgeon knew about the Freemason-heavy horrifically corrupt West Midlands Serious Crime Squad and all the people whom they framed – including Ali Khan from Caernarfon. Budgeon will have known about the kids from the West Midlands being sent to Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales and Budgeon will have known Dafydd’s protectors like Robert Bluglass, Adrianne Jones and Sir Ron Hadfield.

Budgeon was a member of Gray’s Inn and knew that other leading light in Gray’s Inn who was so helpful to Dafydd, Sir William Mars-Jones…

Budgeon will have known about the abuse of vulnerable people in Staffordshire as well. He’ll have known fellow MP and barrister Greville Janner, who was a member of Middle Temple – as was Ronnie Waterhouse.

One feature of Budgeon that was constantly remarked upon even by those who hated him was that he was very, very bright. He won’t have missed what was happening in the criminal justice system and at Risley Remand Centre in particular.

Budgeon hated Ken Clarke because of Clarke’s stance on Europe. Not because Ken Clarke was another barrister on the Midlands Circuit who knew about the serious criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles, as well as the dirty deal that was done between the Duke of Westminster and the DoH regarding the St George’s Hyde Park Corner site because of the need to keep the cover on the slurry pit (see post ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Fancy a stay in the Lanesborough Hotel Professor Bluglass?

Lanesborough Hotel.jpg

Bottoms Up!

Old Warwickians - 1940s-1960s School House Dinner

I note that Budgeon defended the right of people to bear arms. Presumably as ever old Budgeon was fighting for the rights of Dafydd and co. A boy at Bryn Alyn alleged that he was sexually assaulted at gunpoint and I and someone who made a witness statement regarding his knowledge of the attempt by Martin Jones and Elfed Roberts – the CEO and Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust – to frame and arrest me were threatened by police officers in possession of firearms which they were not authorised to have. Elfed Roberts was a former senior officer in the North Wales Police who left the force amidst allegations of corruption.

I know somebody else who will have had a gun as well. Dafydd. At his house at Talwrn. Dafydd lived in an isolated house on the outskirts of the village. He had a doberman – a drug dealer’s dog – which he used to set on people. I witnessed two police officers from Llangefni trapped in their car refusing to get out because Dafydd’s doberman had them at bay. When I challenged Dafydd about that dog he waxed lyrical about his ‘puppy’. At the time there was constant fuss in the media about dangerous dogs. Crispin Masterman, a barrister on the Chester and Wales Circuit who later became a judge, acted for Gwynedd Health Authority when they sought a High Court injunction against me before Sir Malcolm Pill in Cardiff in 1989 (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). Masterman and Pill had a written account from me regarding Dafydd using that dog to intimidate people – Masterman referred to it in Court. But then Crispin and Malcolm Pill ignored much more incriminating evidence as well.

Dafydd ran a paedophile ring which dealt in drugs and child porn. He will have had a gun in that house because of the risk of rivals coming after him. It will have been yet another Dafydd-related outrage that will have been known but ignored.

Oh but Dr Jones has a problem with foxes in his garden, they’ve been stealing his hens. But then Willie Whitelaw fired a load of lead shot into the buttocks of a beater on a grouse moor and Willie didn’t end up in Risley. Willie was one of those who knew about Dafydd and the paedophiles and who protected them.

 

Another member who joined in the party that was the debate on the Risley riot was Robert Maclennan, who praised the prison officers and the police, but at least had the decency to mention all the suicides of remand prisoners. Maclennan’s loyalties will have been severely divided – Maclennan’s parents were both notable Top Doctors and he took over the leadership of the SDP from Dr Death. Being a bit liberal, he obviously had to mention the suicides, but his heart was with the Top Docs. Dr Death had personal connections to some of Dafydd’s circle. Robert Maclennan was given a peerage in 2001. Once the Waterhouse Report was safely out of the way.

Kenneth Hind heaped yet more praise on the police and the prison authorities. Hind was the Tory MP for West Lancashire and was PPS to Peter Brooke when Brooke was N Ireland Secretary. Hind is a barrister who is a member of Gray’s Inn. I get the picture. Hind is or was leader of Ribble Valley Borough Council. So he’ll know about the activities of the pissed gay groper Nigel Evans.

Alfred Morris expressed concerns that Strangeways might go up next! Which of course it did, about a year later…

How did Alfred know that might happen, what with all the tributes to all the excellence in prisons???

Alf was the Labour MP for Manchester Wythenshawe – which was where Tony and Sadie Francis were before they joined Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Alf was a Minister in the DHSS, 1974-79. Where he remained schtum about Dafydd and the paedophiles. What was Alf doing in the DHSS? He was Minister for the Disabled – the first such Minister in the world no less. Alf picked up his peerage in 1997, as the Waterhouse Inquiry got underway.

Douglas Hurd fessed up that there was overcrowding at Strangeways and Armley as well – but nonetheless, the Risley rioters were going to be transferred to those prisons.

Teddy Taylor was livid that ‘The Sun’ had published photos of the prisoners at Risley with their list of demands. Murdoch and Kelvin MacKenzie weren’t known for their sympathy for people who had been shafted by polite society – but the Risley prisoners were of course represented by Michael Mansfield and his Radical Conscience. Mike did a damn good job for some of the rioters – including one who was a very serious criminal with a few murders under his belt. The victims of Dafydd who were in Risley were terrified of the sort of clients that Mansfield represented in the riots. Three patients told me ‘God, there were murderers in there’.

Dafydd’s patients used to be housed with the murderers. Dafydd’s patients were regularly found dead in Risley Remand Centre. Mike Mansfield’s clients were not.

‘I’ve just killed me pad mate. Get me Mr Mansfield on speed dial will you.’

When I wrote to Mike in 1993 about what was happening to me at the hands of the paedophile gang in north Wales, Mike wrote me a one line reply thanking me for my letter. I wasn’t featured in ‘The Sun’ either.

 

Eric Heffer pitched into the debate with his fears for Walton Prison. Walton was another receptacle for the victims of Dafydd and the gang. Eric Heffer and his dear old wife Doris covered it all up. They were mates with the Top Doctors and Thatcher as well, but Eric and Doris didn’t advertise that (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

 

One of my friends ended up in Walton Prison, after he rang an Angel at the Hergest Unit and told her that he was so suicidal that he felt like chopping a gas pipe. Tony Francis ordered the Angel to phone the police and have him arrested. Which she did. How did my mate get out of Walton Prison? His wife was told that a man called Dr Dafydd Alun Jones could help. Dafydd turned up at Walton and told my friend that he had PTSD. My friend said that he did not think that was true and the day before the prison Top Doc had diagnosed him with bipolar disorder. Dafydd reassured him that he had PTSD and offered him a bed in his ‘nursing home’ Ty Gwyn, at a cost of several thousand a week. My mate went to Ty Gwyn on bail, yet all charges against him disappeared when he walked out of Ty Gwyn against Dafydd’s wishes after he told Dafydd that this was no nursing home, it was a mediocre boarding house that was one big scam. My friend tried to obtain all the documentation relating to his case but Walton refused to hand it over. My friend had the Hergest-Walton-Dafydd experience in about 1993-94.

So Eric and Doris still hadn’t sorted out the prison that Eric was so concerned about in 1989 then.

It was common knowledge in north Wales that Dafydd was the best for getting people out of prison. I knew people who had been told this by solicitors in Bangor, by screws at Risley and Walton and by Angels and social workers.

 

It was Sister Ella Fisk of the Hergest Unit who followed Tony Francis’s orders to have my friend who ended up in Walton arrested. Ella knew that I was being fitted up as well, she knew the circumstances of at least two arrests of me and tried to tell me that there had been a misunderstanding. No there hadn’t Ella, they knowingly lied and you knew that they lied. Ella also knew about Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd (see post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’) – I told her that I had witnessed abuse of patients when I worked there. She advised me to leave the job. Alun Davies knew about Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd – I told him. Rosie Waite, at that time a social worker employed by Conwy County Council, who later became a social work trainer – and for some reason is now a humanist funeral celebrant – knew about Prestwood People Trafficking, because I told her. MIND in Holyhead were told by a client of Prestwood that she was being abused. They told Robin Holden who was at the time a Hergest Unit manager – who told them that he knew ‘all about Prestwood’. Robin Holden is a former Denbigh nurse. Who is now a ‘MIND executive’.

The client who told MIND that she was being abused never returned to MIND and later disappeared from Prestwood People Trafficking Ltd. Prestwood could not explain where she had gone. When I worked at Prestwood, I witnessed Susanne Hamlet, one of the managers, tell the support workers that there was an arrangement with Liverpool Social Services – who had sent the young woman to Prestwood – that if this resident didn’t ‘co-operate with therapy’, she would be denied all further care and ‘returned to Liverpool, dumped on the pavement and left to die on an embankment’. This was a girl who had been sexually assaulted at the age of 12 and her ‘therapy’ was to watch porn movies whilst Hamlet, a lesbian who was in her mid-50s, cuddled her.

WHERE IS SHE DAFYDD? Susan Colligan. WHERE IS SHE? And why was I threatened by Conwy Social Services and asked where I was now working when I reported the abuse at Prestwood to two of their inspectors?

 

Ella must have known that Tony Francis was completely nuts, she would have seen the documents that he wrote about me that came as a complete surprise when my lawyers accessed them years later. Ella was frightened of gangsters that she worked with I know that, but people were being framed and killed.

Ella – give evidence, people were being found dead. Francis was barking mad and you told us repeatedly that he was doing his best for us. Furthermore Sadie Francis was an accessory. It won’t have been a barrel of laughs being married to a man who was obviously quite dangerous, but that didn’t mean that we had to go to prison or be found dead.

 

Tony Favell contributed to the Commons debate on Risley. Favell had the answer, he told everyone to hurry up and introduce private sector involvement in the Prison Service. That’s worked well hasn’t it…

Tony Worthington told the House that 40% of remand prisoners are found not guilty or receive non-custodial sentences. I’m glad that someone mentioned that – Dafydd’s patients were frequently found not guilty of the ridiculous offences with which they were charged.

Worthington was a Labour MP who knew what he had to say. He was a graduate of the LSE, Glasgow University, York University and Durham University. He worked as a lecturer in HMP Borstal, Dover and later as a lecturer at the City of Sunderland College. He was a Councillor on Strathclyde Council. Everywhere that Worthington went, there was organised abuse of vulnerable people. He probably thought that it was normal.

Worthington mention in the debate that Hurd was about to address the Centre for Policy Studies.

John Greenway heaped more praise upon the heads of the screws in Risley. Greenway was brought up in Cheshire and was the Tory MP for Ryedale in Yorkshire. So he was in proximity to nearly as many abusers as Tony Worthington. Greenway’s talents were noticed by William Hague in 1997, when Hague promoted him to the position of Home Affairs Spokesman.

Alice Mahon, the Labour MP for Halifax, was good enough to express concern re the suicides in HMP Armley and made the poignant observation that in the case of remand prisoners, no-one ever will know whether they were guilty or not because they’re dead. That was the plan Alice. You set a bunch of gangsters loose on vulnerable people who were sent into the ‘care’ of the gangsters in the first place because they were fragile and you then try and coerce the ‘psychiatric patients’ or ‘troubled children’ into sex work. If they refuse or complain, you wreck their lives, ensure that they can’t get employment, can’t find anywhere to live and tell the neighbours that they’re dangerous and then you fit them up for a serious crime, after ordering Angels to lie on oath. It doesn’t matter that there is zilch evidence, you just keep adjourning their case whilst they are beaten to buggery by the screws on remand, or if they are on bail, you relentlessly hound them in ‘the community’. They will soon be found dead. When that happens, people will be reminded of how hard everyone tried to help them, but there was just no pleasing them.

Does this sound familiar, everyone who knew that this was happening to me? Everyone who sat in the corner wetting themselves with terror as they remained silent? Or how about those of you who screamed abuse at me in the street, telling me that ‘you knew all about me’? Well I knew all about you, but I’m not a member of a paedophile gang so I didn’t conduct myself in the way that you did.

Step forward Aled Griffiths aka The Buffet Slayer, ‘senior lecturer in social policy and law’ at Bangor University, who – along with his sister and brother – were in the centre of this cesspool. The Aled who just before I left Bangor waylaid me in College Road and bellowed that he ‘wanted a word’ with me. I think it must have been me publishing about abuses in the mental health system that upset The Bol. He and most members of his family were, or had been, employed at the most senior levels in it.

Alice Mahon has a track record of speaking out on behalf of the vulnerable unless they have been abused by the health and welfare system. At which point she retreats very quickly. See post ‘Security, Security’.

Geoffrey Dickens told the House that there were ‘no votes in prisons’. There weren’t any votes in defending the victims of celebrity paedophiles either, but Geoffrey Dickens was the one man who back in the 1980s stood up in public and stated that he had a list of politicians who had been involved in child abuse and that it was disgusting that they were being protected. Dickens explained clearly that there was a terrible situation which had evolved and the people supplying these children to the VIPs were involved in large scale drug dealing and child porn. Geoffrey Dickens was talking about Peter Morrison, George Thomas, Dafydd, John Allen and the rest of them. He was mocked and derided and every effort was made to silence him. He gave a file to Leon Brittan at the Home Office, which was subsequently ‘lost’. Geoffrey Dickens told people that he had received death threats and that his name was on a hit list. He was a mad old bugger so no-one took any notice. Geoffrey Dickens was found dead, suddenly, at the age of 63, in 1995. As the demands for a public inquiry into the abuse of children in care in north Wales were so loud that it was becoming obvious that they could not be resisted.

 

Dickens and Hurd made references during the debate to Willie Whitelaw’s prison building programme. Who was subsequently put in those prisons? Drug addicts, mental health patients and kids who had grown up in care of course.

 

Tom Cox raised concerns regarding unrest and overcrowding. Tom’s a barrel of laughs – Tom is an alumnus of the LSE and was the Labour MP for Wandsworth Central. Bang on the patch of the paedophile gang which was based in Wandsworth/St George’s Hospital. Before becoming an MP, Tom was a Councillor for Hammersmith and Fulham and a member of ILEA. Tom knew about the kids from inner London being sent to children’s homes in north Wales.

Tony Lloyd spoke about the ‘disgusting’ conditions in Risley and reminded everyone that the POA were saying they they didn’t have the resources/training to deal with mentally ill prisoners. Which they didn’t, so they just beat them up instead. At no time did the POA grass up Dafydd, who was giving them all those allegedly mentally ill prisoners. They did deals with him instead. And turned a blind eye to Dafydd’s victims when they were duffed up by the prisoners who were mates with Michael Mansfield. Sometimes the screws really pushed the boat out and told Mansfield’s friends that the victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were nonces themselves, so everyone was after their blood then.

Tony Lloyd has featured on this blog previously. He has been the Labour MP for Manchester Central, Chair of the PLP and Greater Manchester Police and Crime Commissioner. Before he was elected as an MP, Tony was a Trafford Borough Councillor. Tony knows about the police corruption in Manchester and he’ll know about the nutters who have run the mental health services there for so long, who have links to Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

I met a victim of Dafydd who had just been transferred from Risley to Denbigh when I was in Denbigh in 1986/87. He had been beaten up in Risley after the other prisoners were told that he was a nonce. So he was transferred to Denbigh for his own protection! He was due to appear in Bangor Magistrates Court on the same day as me on a theft charge. No-one collected him, they just took me over to Bangor, leaving Stanley Wyn cheerfully watching TV in Denbigh. When we got to Bangor, the police asked me where he was and I told them that no-one had collected him, he was still in Denbigh. The police all pissed themselves laughing and said that at least it wasn’t Risley. Stanley Wyn had been remanded on bail in Risley to appear in Bangor Magistrates Court on the day that I appeared. So from that day onward, his detention in Denbigh was unlawful. No-one told him and no-one made any inquiries about why the Angels and hospital driver had only been told to take me over to Bangor. Stanley Wyn was still being unlawfully held at Denbigh when I left there.

How are you Lord Hurd? You knew that this was going on didn’t you? Were you close to your uncle, the Cambridge botanist Edred Corner, who knew Prof Peter Greig-Smith, the botanist at UCNW (Bangor University), who worked with the spouses of two of those involved in the sex trafficking gang (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

 

The Commons knew that things were bad at Risley years before everyone did their I Know Nuzzing bit in 1989. Hansard, 25 July 1980, recorded that Arthur Lewis (Labour) asked Home Secretary Willie Whitelaw a number of questions about suicides in Risley. This was the grim record that the Home Office actually admitted to – the real figures will have undoubtedly been worse:

Year No. of suicides Date of incident Cause of death (Inquest verdict)
1965 2 15 August Strangulation due to hanging
15 November Asphyxia due to hanging
1966 2 28 February Wound to abdomen by scissors
23 August Asphyxia due to hanging
1967 2 10 October Asphyxia due to hanging
20 October Asphyxia due to hanging
1968 3 15 June Asphyxia due to hanging
30 November Asphyxia due to hanging
30 November Asphyxia due to hanging
1969 2 2 April Asphyxia due to hanging
26 October Broken neck due to hanging
1970–1974 Nil 1975 2
13 May Asphyxia due to hanging
5 September Asphyxia due to hanging
1976–1979 Nil
1980 1 10 January Death by hanging

 

These were prisoners in custody, under surveillance and although by 1989 Risley had one of the highest staff: inmate ratios of any prison in the country, nothing had improved. Things had become considerably worse. Asphyxiation by hanging is a slow process. The only way that the outcomes detailed in the table above could have happened is if the screws deliberately failed to answer bells or did not check on inmates. Which was what I was told was routine. That was how people were murdered or killed themselves.

 

By the time that Ian Dunlop carried out his Inquiry in 1989, Risley was the probably the worst facility in the country in terms of self-harm and mortality figures. The Angels at Denbigh referred to it as Grisley Risley and told me that they were frightened on the occasions that they had been in there. Throughout my time in Denbigh I was constantly threatened with transfer to Risley Remand Centre. I had been charged with ‘assaulting a doctor’, charges which were later dropped when it was admitted that the doctor had lied. He had previously illegally detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd, along with paedophiles’ colleague Jackie Brandt. It was after they illegally detained me that Dafydd turned up, talked about sex to me and when I challenged him told me that if I ever came back to north Wales again he’d have me arrested. I told everyone when I was in Ysbyty Gwynedd that I had no interest in seeing Dafydd at al. Sister Bridget Lloyd told me that because I was sectioned, I would not be released until I saw Dafydd. I was left alone with him.

Bridget Lloyd later perjured herself in an attempt to have me and another patient who complained about Dafydd imprisoned. The case collapsed and there was no investigation into Bridget’s lies.

So little Irish Bridget, what took you to north Wales to try and force young people into the grip of a prostitution ring? Because you knew damn well that was what was happening. No, I was not going to have sex with Dafydd and if I had wanted a career in the sex trade I would have set up on my own, I wouldn’t have worked for Dafydd.

Bridget Lloyd is not on her last legs like Dafydd, she has a few more years of people trafficking left in her yet. Anyone up for putting Bridget on trial?

It was ironically Bridget Lloyd who was part of the Anglesey Mental Health Team who failed to care for Ron Evans after he had a breakdown. Ron was the crooked lawyer who was employed by Gwynedd County Council who cooked up the wheezes with Lucille Hughes to frame me and others. It was Ron Evans who kept them all out of prison when the investigations into the abuse of children in north Wales finally began. They all beat a path to Ron’s door and Ron explained very firmly to them that what they had done was so serious and so inexcusable that none of them must ever say a word to anyone. Ron’s wife told me that, she didn’t know that I was one of Ron’s victims.

What were you hoping Bridget, that Ron would top himself and never be able to blab about the many people who were involved?

This lot don’t even look after each other. Ron kept them all out of prison, the whole lot of them…

 

So where was Ian Dunlop’s much boasted about humanity and his ability to find out what was going on at ground level? Did he somehow miss the violent assaults on inmates by screws, the fact that on occasions dead bodies were left in cells with living cell mates because no-one bothered to answer the bell as the person was dying or that the medical wing was full of distressed young people from north Wales who had been charged with ludicrous offences by the same bunch of people traffickers?

 

Hansard 1980 records that David Alton asked Whitelaw if he’ll be holding an inquiry into the suicide of Stephen Anderson at Risley and whether he will he make a statement. Willie states that the governor of Risley will be submitting a report, that the inquest had been opened and adjourned and that Willie won’t make a statement until the coroner’s report has been written.

Stephen Anderson killed himself in Risley in 1979 after he set fire to his cell. He died from inhaling toxic fumes hours after he and two others were given 30 yr sentences at Chester Crown Court for the murder of two wealthy women in Cheshire. The case was known as the Boarded Barn Murders and it was alleged to have been a burglary which had gone wrong and resulted in the rape and shooting of the women.

I used to wonder how prisoners set fire to their cells, but I was told by a former kid in care whom I was mates with in Denbigh that it is the mattresses that people set on fire. He told me that prisoners are very frightened of cell mates who set fire to things because the screws often deliberately don’t come to the cell if they don’t like someone who’s cell is on fire. They let them die. This young man had been in Risley and Walton and the practices were the same in both institutions. He told me that people begged the screws not to have to share a cell with him, because on one occasion he had set fire to the mattress. The screws would choose the most frightened person to be his cell mate.

Ah, bechod, they take good care of them on the medical wing, they have a Top Doctor on duty.

So Stephen Anderson set fire to his mattress and whoops he was dead before anyone noticed. Or someone else set fire to his mattress and left him in there with it until he was dead.

 

When Stephen Anderson and his two fellow defendants were sent down for thirty years there was much celebrating on the part of West Yorkshire Police. It was an ‘orrible murder and it was ‘Uddersfield wot solved it. The man who received the most lavish praise in relation to his detective work re the Boarded Barn Murders was Colin van Bellen. Colin was known to be a Good Cop and during the course of his career, he received many commendations from West Yorkshire Chief Constables and judges. In 1981 Colin even received a trophy for his work on the Boarded Barn Case.

Stephen’s fellow defendants were Paul Hebel and Philip Jenning.  Press reports from the time maxed out on these three murdering bastards who raped and shot the women after making them dance naked. Jenning was quoted as being very rude about them and mouthed off in a rather class war-like way saying that he murdered them and didn’t give a stuff because the likes of them had everything. The murdered women were members of the upper echelons of the Cheshire set and one was a high profile member of the North Staffordshire Hounds. The action had all taken place around Congleton.

However, there didn’t seem to be evidence directly linked to Stephen Anderson. Neither was Stephen mouthing off. It was reported that he was terrified and that he was visibly shaking in the dock. The only reason why he was ever arrested after Colin the Good Cop spent a long time following up leads that went nowhere, was that one of Stephen’s ex-girlfriends had allegedly told the police that a shotgun found in someone else’s house belonged to Stephen. Colin’s cop’s nose led him to the three men who were later convicted.

Press reports described Stephen as a body builder and a ladies man. They also mentioned that Stephen held ‘wild parties’ to which children as young as 10 were invited. Allegations of wild parties involving children can be levelled at anyone and they always cause a lot of excitement.

There was a child abuse and sex trafficking ring in Cheshire/North Staffs and it was part of Dafydd’s empire. Could Stephen have been part of it and someone wanted to make damn sure that he wouldn’t be naming anyone in the future? Or was he not guilty of absolutely everything alleged, murders, wild parties, the lot and someone wanted him silenced?

I know of a completely innocent victim of Dafydd and the paedophiles who lived in Bethesda who, within weeks of moving into the town in 1987 from London, was dragged off to Bethesda Police Station on the grounds that she had been reported as having ‘danced naked with young boys’. I knew this woman well. She had never danced naked with anyone and was baffled as to why anyone had ever thought that she had. I also knew that this woman, her husband and brother had been abused in Warlingham Park Hospital in south London, that they had been fleeced of their inheritance after their mum died in suspicious circumstances in Warlingham Park herself and that a group of crooked Top Docs and lawyers in London and Bethesda who were linked to each other had cooked up the whole plan. Her husband died whilst in the ‘care’ of the mental health services in north Wales.

A circle of crooked Top Docs and lawyers in south London and north Wales who were linked had framed someone. Er – that’s what happened to me when I worked at St George’s in 1991!  I know who the crooked Top Docs were, I have named them in previous posts – Nigel Eastman, Robin Jacobson, Alice Levinson, Ruth White, Paul Bowden, Dafydd and Tony and Sadie Francis (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’). I wonder which lawyers advised them?

It’s the Westminster Paedophile Ring Alwyn! They probably forced you into it but they’re pretty disgusting, people were found dead and I’m fed up of them. So please grass up the details of who, what, where, when…

 

Marjorie Wallace is based in London and is mates with all the big name Top Docs there. After she established her charidee for nutters, ‘SANE: Schizophrenia, A National Emergency’ – whose main campaigning point was that nutters need to be kept locked up, they like that and if they’re not locked up they’re only murdered in the community anyway – some public spirited service users who realised how bloody dangerous Majorie was established an organisation called ‘MANE: Marjorie, A National Emergency’.

They were bloody right that it was a national emergency, Marjorie was connected to Dafydd.

 

Colin van Bellen’s colleagues who were involved in the Boarded Barn case were Terry Hall, Bob Bridgestock and Gary Dooley. Terry Hall became a Detective Inspector in Huddersfield, Bob Bridgestock became a Detective Superintendent in Huddersfield and Gary Dooley became an Inspector in the Firearms Division of the West Yorkshire Police.

Can anyone see West Yorkshire Police hidden in the picture? The West Yorkshire Police who buggered up the Peter Sutcliffe investigation and the West Yorkshire Police who ignored organised sex trafficking and crime in the Bradford area. It was the West Yorkshire Police who beat up picketing miners at Orgreave and in the tradition of the Angels of the North Wales, then lied about the miners, saying that the miners had attacked them. The West Yorkshire Police hit the headlines not so long ago, when it was revealed that they’d told a pack of lies over Hillsborough and had fabricated statements. The man named and shamed as a result of his organising all that was Sir Norman Bettinson, who later became Chief Constable of West Yorkshire Police. He probably gave Colin van Bellen an award.

My post ‘Additional Security Measures’ details how Lord Peter Taylor’s Report into Hillsborough which was ordered by Hurd when Hurd was at the Home Office appears to have been forged or at the very least prepared in advance according to orders from Thatcher’s Gov’t.

Jimmy Savile was mates with the West Yorkshire Police.

 

 

There was trouble at Risley as long ago as in 1973 that was recorded in Hansard, 19 June 1973. Robert Parry asked how many attempted suicides there had been at Risley in each of the preceding five years, ie. 1968-72. Parry also asked how many of those suicides were of people under 18. People under 18 in Risley are highly likely to have been children in care or kids with mental health problems from north Wales. We’re back to Dafydd and the paedophiles again.

It was Mark Carlisle, who responded to Robert Parry’s questions. He stated that data relating to the ages of inmates who had committed suicide was not available. Er – so CHILDREN were being banged up in a prison in which people were dropping like lemmings and no-one bothered to note how many of the dead lemmings were not adults? I do not believe that there was no way of accessing that data. The ages of those who died in Risley would have been available from multiple different sources. Of course the ages of the dead were known, Top Docs love recording people’s ages. The admission sheets for Denbigh had four pieces of info on the top of them  – patient’s name, age, gender and diagnosis. The diagnosis was filled in BEFORE anyone met a Top Doctor to be ‘assessed’. I know because I saw my own sheet as the nurse who greeted me sat opposite me. It had my name and then ’24 year old female, personality disorder’ written at the top. I had been reassured by Tony Francis and Dafydd only three months previously that Gwynne the lobotomist’s lies from three years before that – including his diagnosis of ‘personality disorder’ – had absolutely not been entered upon my NHS records. I was told by Tony Francis that one should never make a diagnosis of personality disorder in young people.

So I asked why that had been written on my records. They went mad. It was noted that I was ‘clearly a very dangerous girl’. (I saw that on my medical records when I read them whilst the Angels were in possession of them as well’.) OOH she is a horror, she reads everything, challenges us on our constant lies and helps herself to her own records when we’re unlawfully witholding them.

Now – if a diagnosis of personality disorder should never be made in young people, why did Dafydd have a unit at Denbigh for ‘young people with personality disorders’? This was the unit where Mary Wynch told me that the young patients were encouraged by Dafydd to have sex with each other whilst the Angels gathered around to watch.

Can anyone explain all this? All Dafydd’s Top Doc mates in London? The members of the Parliamentary Committees to which Dafydd gave evidence? The Royal College, the BMA, the GMC? What was going on?

Dafydd – I really do apologise that my idea of a fulfilling career when I was in my 20s was not having sex with you, Gwynne or indeed a range of foul old MPs, even if you did describe me to Dr Robin Jacobson as being ‘attractive and seductive’. Had I come to work for you I can only presume that this would have resulted:

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I am not Esther Rantzen, Sir Nicholas Fairbain is not my idea of fun.

 

As for the numbers of those topping themselves in Risley Remand Centre, 1968-72, Mark Carlisle provided the following data: 1968 – data not available; 1969 – 38 males, two females; 1970 – 20 males; 1971 – 20 males, one female; 1972 – 5 males.

In 1968 John Allen opened the Bryn Alyn Community near Wrexham. There was already abuse of children happening in north Wales, but it became an industry from 1968 onward. Allen became a millionaire within just a few years.

In 1968 the responsibility for the NHS and Social Services in Wales was transferred to the Welsh Office. In April 1968 the child molester George Thomas became Secretary of State for Wales.

 

In 1969, 38 men and two women killed themselves in Risley. In the light of the sort of prisoners that ended up there it would probably be fairer to say that 38 boys and two girls killed themselves. Bryn Estyn at the time was run directly by the Home Office, as was Risley. The Home Secretary at the time was Jim Callaghan. Jim Callaghan’s wife Audrey colluded with child abuse in London and it was when Sunny Jim was Home Secretary that he was so helpful to alleged child molester Leo Abse as Abse embarked upon his Cunning Plan to rewrite the legislation regarding children in care. The resultant legislation was most favourable to John Allen and his business associates (see posts ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ and ‘The White Heat Of This Revolution’).

Our champagne drinking, art collecting friend from Solihull will have known what Abse and the Callaghans were doing:

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During the years 1970 and 1971, 20 boys/young men killed themselves and in 1971 that was added to by one girl/young woman. The Home Secretary during those years was Monty Python favourite Reginald Maudling, who ended up resigning in a scandal involving crooked business dealings.

The suicide figures for 1972 are not half so bad. Call me a cynic, but it was probably because things had become so awkward and embarrassing that the figures were fiddled…

This was an industry in sexual assault which Wilson’s Gov’t and indeed every successive Gov’t after that knew all about and did all that they could to conceal.

It was in May 1973 that Matt Arnold was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn. Arnold had relocated from the Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead, where there had been abuse of the boys. Peter Howarth, who had worked with Arold at Axwell Park, was given a job at Bryn Estyn by Matt Arnold in Nov 1973. Arnold had taken up the post at Bryn Estyn after the previous Head Peter Burton was killed in a road accident in Cheshire, along with his wife, seven year old son and the Deputy Head. Burton had only been in the post since 1972. He had taken over from David Ursell, who had been suspended after a number of complaints ‘about the way in which he instilled discipline’. Ursell had only been at Bryn Estyn since 1967 – he succeeded Harold Bennett as Head, who had retired after 26 years at Bryn Estyn.

It was in 1972 that the suicide figures for Risley suddenly improved so drastically.

CRASH! There’s a problem solved. Now let’s take a look at those suicide stats …

Peter Howarth was one of the bottom feeders who did end up going to prison for abusing kids in care in north Wales. Matt Arnold died on 9 June 1994 from ‘an unspecified blood disease’. Howarth’s trial began on 13 June.

 

Robert Parry also asked how many remand deaths there had been in Risley over the past five years and asked for the causes of death to be listed in the official report.

Mark Carlisle stated that in 1968 there had been three remand suicides by hanging and one remand death from a paraldehyde injection; that in 1969 there had been two remand suicides from hanging; that there were no remand deaths in 1970, 1971 or 1972.

Paraldehyde is a cosh that was used in asylums in a past era. It was lethal and it was very easy to kill someone with. A former nurse from Ely Hospital – the site of the infamous Ely Hospital Scandal – told me that for a laugh he and his mates used to give paraldehyde to birds, let them go and then watch the birds take off and after a few seconds drop straight to the ground. Gwynne and Dafydd would have had great fun with paraldehyde. Why the staff of Risley Remand Centre were injecting people with paraldehyde in 1968 is a mystery. The 1950s generation of anti-psychotics were supposed to have replaced paraldehyde, along with straight jackets. Or so we are told.

But then patients were being kept in a dungeon at Denbigh until at least 1987 weren’t they Dafydd/Janice Davies/Mike Williams? Were they given paraldehyde as well, enough to ensure that it killed them? Then it was documented as an unfortunate death due to a bad reaction to a ‘sedative’? Rather than ‘we killed the awkward sod, they were going to name names’?

 
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Robert Parry made a reference in the House to ‘medical failure’ at Risley. You bet there was medical failure – and medical murder – at Risley, but that medical failure was the result of the medical failure of Dafydd et al. They had the ways of killing well-rehearsed and they knew just what to say and to whom to say it to ensure that the politicians colluding with them would know which excuses to make.

The ‘medical failures’ at Risley persisted, as did Dafydd and the gang. Mary Wynch’s legal action that she took in the wake of her being unlawfully arrested and detained in Risley and then in Denbigh in 1979 named Dafydd, Clwyd Health Authority, Risley Remand Centre, Dr Paul Bishop and Dr Paul Hayward (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Paul Hayward was a medical officer at Risley. Bishop was a GP in north Wales.

Paul Hayward had died by the time that Mary appealed to the Master of the Rolls for leave to sue. Well there’s a surprise.

 

The details that Mark Carlisle gave to the Commons regarding the ‘medical facilities’ at Risley were that there were ‘separate hospitals’ for men/boys and women/girls. Carlisle was using the term ‘hospital’ in its widest sense. He meant ‘cells where the prisoners are rendered even more vulnerable to the abusive psychopathic screws because they have been deemed to be mad and are therefore available to be injected with paraldehyde without questions being asked’.

Carlisle explained that among other staff in the flagship medical facility that was Risley, there was one senior medical officer; four full time medical staff; two part time medical officers and a visiting venereologist. Was there perhaps a problem with STDs at Risley? This was an institution that couldn’t even keep prisoners alive, why would they be prioritising the treatment of STDs? Er – because the screws didn’t want a dose? Because Dafydd and the paedophiles didn’t when the surviving prisoners ended up back at Denbigh after they’d been destroyed and rendered compliant by the horrors of Risley?

Whenever I challenged the staff at Denbigh over the abuses and conditions there, they would shriek at me ‘well it’s better than Risley Remand Centre’. They we’re setting the bar quite low then. ‘You are a 24 year old postgrad who has been illegally imprisoned by a sex trafficking gang. Thank your lucky stars that you are not in the pox-ridden hell hole that is Risley.’

Gee Dafydd, you’re such a generous guy!

 

Mark Carlisle told the Commons that he was ‘satisfied’ with the ‘medical arrangements’ at Risley. Furthermore, the prisoners were in clover. If necessary they were transferred to NHS hospitals – yes, they were sent back to Denbigh to disappear for ever – and they were also transferred to the surgical unit at Liverpool Prison hospital. That was the Liverpool Prison and its ‘hospital’ which were also run by Dafydd and the gang. Mr Carlisle must have been really impressed with that visiting venereologist.

The Risley Rock Band – Sy Philis and the Spirochaetes
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So who was Mark Carlisle, who was satisfied with the ‘medical facilities’ provided by Dafydd’s mates in which victims of a sex trafficking gang were detained – often unlawfully – after being fitted up and who somehow died or who were murdered on a frighteningly regular basis? Carlisle was the Tory MP for Runcorn and then Warrington South. His constituents were the staff of Risley Remand Centre. Carlisle was a barrister who was a member of Gray’s Inn who was a Minister in the Home Office, 1970-74. Who knew exactly how bad what was going on in his constituency was. Carlisle was given a peerage in 1987.

Syphilis
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Much as it was good to read Hansard’s record of Parry grilling Carlisle, Robert Parry knew the answers that he was seeking and he knew that there were a load of victims of a sex trafficking gang who were killing themselves in Risley. Because Robert Parry was a hard left Liverpool MP for nearly 30 years and before that he was a Liverpool City Councillor. He knew that everybody across the political spectrum in Liverpool was keeping quiet about Dafydd, including his mates in Militant.

 

Robert Parry asked Carlisle how many complaints there had been regarding inadequate medical facilities at Risley and how many complaints regarding the ill treatment of prisoners there had been. Carlisle told him that such records could not be made available without disproportionate cost. Robert Parry should have just nipped over to my house in Llanllechid in the 1990s, my friends could have filled him in. They’d have given him the info for free as well.

Parry also asked how many visits were made by officials of the Home Office to Risley in the past five yrs. Carlisle told him that details were not readily available of every occasional visit. There were general visits by relatively senior officers of the Home Dept, including those from regional offices, as recorded by the Governor. He added that where a group of officials visited for a particular purpose, it counted as one visit.

The figures were: 1968 – 23 visits; 1969 – 27 visits; 1970 – 23 visits; 1971 – 18 visits; 1972 – 25 visits. Up until to mid June in 1973, there were 11 visits.Robert Parry asked how many people under 16 yrs there were in Risley. I cannot find any reply from Carlisle to this question.C

Under 16 years old. A visiting venereologist was considered necessary.

Robert Parry asked how many visits were made by official prison visitors to Risley. Carlisle provided the following figures: 1968 – 48; 1969 – 44; 1970 – 41; 1971 – 51;  1972 – 52; 1973 – 24. These figures refer to visits from the board of visitors or by members of the visiting committee.

So didn’t the Lady Mayoresses and other Trumpers-like figures who made up the prison visitors notice the suicidal, STD-infected teenagers languishing in Risley who had all encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles?

Robert Parry asked how many people were approved as official visitors to Risley and Carlisle told him that between 1968-72, the visiting committee normally had 12 members and the board of visitors which replaced it comprised 16 members.

These figures will have been bandied about in order to reassure everyone that ‘independent’ people visited Risley on a frequent basis and of course they would say something if anything was amiss. They don’t. It is just like all the ‘checks and balances’ in the mental health system. There are genuinely well-motivated people who take up these ‘independent’ positions who do raise concerns if all is not well but they are ignored. If they are a little too persistent and robust they are weeded out of the system. I mentioned in a previous post that in the 1990s I and another Hergest Unit patient made representation to two members of the Mental Health Act Commission when they visited Hergest. We told them that complaints about Dafydd behaving improperly with female patients were going uninvestigated. One of the people whom we spoke to later told a nurse manager at Hergest that she had been inspecting Denbigh in the 1960s ‘and it was the same story then’. Dafydd continued to go uninvestigated.

Over the past 15 years, a number of people have urged me to sit on various ‘service user’ committees, ‘get involved’ etc. I always say no, because there is absolutely no point. The system is completely rigged and packed to the rafters with people who are, frankly, abusers. Lawyers and barristers cannot win in cases where people with mental health problems have been killed in psychiatric hospitals, whilst sectioned. A ‘service users committee’ and other such things are simply there to tick boxes and to reassure everyone that all is well in deeply troubled services.

 

Further questions from Robert Parry elicited the information from Carlisle that as a result of the rapid expansion in the Prison Services in England and Wales between 1968-71, the Home Office hadn’t been able to maintain the previous staffing levels at Risley.

So they stuffed that place with the victims of a paedophile gang and left them to it.

Whilst I was in Denbigh, there was one very odd patient who everyone was wary of. He never spoke to anyone and sat watching TV all day. Everyone agreed that he looked ‘rough’, one patient remarked that he looked ‘like a boxer’ and another patient told me to keep away from him because he seemed unsavoury. One evening I was watching a TV version of Silas Marner and when it came to the bit where Silas takes in the little girl, The Boxer stood up and switched the TV over without a word. I was bloody furious so I went to find an Angel to ask them to ask The Boxer to switch it back to Silas Marner. Janice Davies, Dafydd’s Nurse Ratched, refused to move her arse and said to me ‘it’s the law of the jungle out there’. I continued to press my point and eventually a male nurse went to considerable trouble to find a black and white snowstorm for me from a cupboard, fix the aerial and I watched what remained of Silas Marner in the kitchen.

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No Angel would confront The Boxer. Well it was a jungle wasn’t it Janice. Tony Francis told me that there would be a problem if Denbigh shut down because Dafydd had ‘hidden people away out there who had killed’.

Who was The Boxer in the jungle who could not bear to watch a drama involving a little girl going into an old man’s house whom no Angel dared challenge?

 

Regarding the other jungle at Risley. Carlisle told the Commons that there was accommodation for 535 men and 91 women ‘without overcrowding’. In 1970 there were 939 males in there and in 1971, 119 women. Carlisle stated that there was no fixed maximum.

At least Dafydd’s victims had the mobile clap clinic to look forward to.

‘We didn’t know’.

How could you have ever missed it?

 

 

 

Criminals Are Getting Away With It

I’ve been watching old news and campaigning footage recently and one of the clips that I watched was a party political broadcast on behalf the Labour Party for the May 1997 General Election. It is very clear who’s votes Blair was after. The broadcast features an ‘average family’ worrying about the state of the country. The children are at a birthday party wearing rather expensive party hats, not just cheap n cheerful ones from a bargain shop and one of the kids at the party is black, just to reassure us that New Labour is inclusive. The mum has been Folletised and is in full make-up with boring but moderately expensive ‘I work in management’ clothes and the dad is in a suit and tie getting ready to leave the house just after he’s said good-bye to the kids (‘new man’). Yet the conversation between the mum and the dad is loaded with hatred for what Blair called the ‘underclass’ – references to ‘yobs’ making a racket from the house next door, a comment that ‘this used to be a nice area’ and concern expressed about the falling property prices. The dad then says ‘yes and criminals are getting away with it’. A big slogan appears on screen reading ‘CRIMINALS ARE GETTING AWAY WITH IT’.

 

At the time of the 1997 General Election, the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway. Sir Ronnie Waterhouse himself took a little break during the Inquiry – it was when he popped over to visit his son Thomas in Hong Kong (see post ‘Pets Win Prizes’). At the end of March 1997, Ronnie decided that he needed a short rest from accusing those who had been beaten, starved and repeatedly buggered and/or raped whilst in care in north Wales of lying for financial gain, although I haven’t found out for how long exactly that Ronnie joined Thomas in his bunker in Hong Kong. John Major called a General Election on 17 March 1997.

Patricia Scotland QC was acting as Counsel for the Welsh Office at the Inquiry, aggressively cross-examining the former residents of the children’s homes in north Wales and was, like everyone else, accusing them of lying. After Blair was elected, Patricia Scotland was one of the first people whom Blair made a people’s peer. Witnesses who agreed to give evidence who managed and ran the children’s homes and the County Council and Social Services Depts which ignored the abuse of the children in care were all granted immunity from prosecution (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’). After Blair was elected in May, the mental health services made ever increasing attempts to construct an image of me as a dangerous nutter who could not be believed, which culminated at the end of 1997 in an attempt to frame me and have me transferred to a secure unit on the basis of the perjury of Bridget Lloyd, a CPN who was a colleague of those who had facilitated the abuse of kids in care and had been granted immunity from prosecution. I was subsequently acquitted, but there was no investigation into why so many lies had been told about me to the police.

So criminals were indeed getting away with it, but they’d been getting away with it for a very long time. Ironically, before I was arrested on the grounds of Bridget Lloyd’s perjury, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) yelled at me ‘you’re not going to get away with this’. I wondered what he was talking about because I hadn’t actually committed a crime to get away with. Until I was arrested a few days later, I put Francis’s outburst down to his increasingly volatile behaviour, which was common knowledge among the patients, as was the fact that he had depression and a physical health problem as well.

It was in 1997/98 that the Independent Advocacy Association was established in north Wales, the ‘voice of the service users’. I explained in my post ‘What Time’s Chaos?’ how the IAA was managed and staffed by paedophiles’ friends who refused to support patients or relatives if they had serious complaints  against the mental health services, including deaths. The IAA was financed by Gwynedd Health Authority and Gwynedd County Council.

When Blair was elected in May 1997 Ron Davies (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) was appointed Secretary of State for Wales.

 

Blair et al had started campaigning some time before May 1997, because in Jan 1997 John Major’s administration became a minority Gov’t, increasingly dependent upon the support of the Ulster Unionists after the death of Iain Mills MP in Jan 1997. Blair et al really got their hopes up and started pushing for a General Election, although at the time the BBC pointed out that there were still 18 weeks to go before Major had to call an election. Nonetheless the Labour Party began posting up campaign material and the big guns were filmed shopping in supermarkets meeting the punters. Not the real plebs obviously, but the more affluent shoppers whom New Labour were targeting and telling that criminals were getting away with it. One such Labour big wig filmed pushing her trolley around was Margaret Beckett, Labour MP for Derby South since 1983. Margaret Beckett and the Labour Party went back a long way, along with the Windbag. Tony Francis knew the Windbag from their time at university in Cardiff.

There was a paedophile gang which operated in Derbyshire which had links to the one in north Wales. John Jillings, who Chaired the Jillings Investigation into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council, was the former Director of Social Services for Derbyshire. Jillings’s Report was published in 1996 and he made damning comments about the abuse of kids in care in Clwyd, but there was a widespread feeling that even so, Jillings had played down just how bad things were. Jillings refused to comment on whether there was a paedophile ring at work in north Wales.

The Jillings Report famously was never published in full. It was so heavily redacted that it was meaningless. Furthermore, no-one but the lawyers for Clwyd County Council’s insurers saw the Report until 2013, because Michael Beloff QC, the legal adviser for the Council’s insurers Municipal Mutual, advised Municipal Mutual to order the Council to withold the Report from everyone and if they didn’t follow this advice to withdraw the Council’s legal cover. Beloff also demanded that Cllr Malcolm King, who insisted on asking very difficult questions about the abuse allegations, should be sacked if he did obtain a copy of the Report and dared mention what was in it. Beloff was a colleague of Cherie Booth and is a good friend of Cherie and Tony. For further details of the Jillings Investigation and Report, see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’.

Days after the Jillings Report was submitted, Clwyd County Council was dissolved in a local authority reorganisation as a result of a decision taken by the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission. The Chair of the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission was Eric Sunderland, the Principal of UCNW (Bangor University), 1984-95. Eric knew that UCNW was full of staff facilitating the paedophile gang or concealing it and it was this that was used to blackmail Thatcher’s henchman Sir Peter Swinnerton-Dyer, the Chair of the UGC, when he tried to close UCNW shortly after Eric was appointed (see post ‘Feet In Chains’).

 

Iain Mills’s death did Blair a big favour, it forced Major to call an election two months later. Mills had been the Tory MP for Meriden, a constituency in the West Midlands since 1979. He had been a Lichfield District Councillor, 1974-76. Children from the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Professor Robert Bluglass of Birmingham University concealed the crimes of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’). Tony Francis’s boss immediately before Francis worked in north Wales was Professor Ian Brockington, who was Bluglass’s colleague at Birmingham University (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). The West Midlands Serious Crime Squad was notoriously corrupt, had links to the North Wales Police and in the 1980s fitted up Ali Khan from Caernarfon. Two of Ronnie Waterhouse’s advisers at the Waterhouse Inquiry were Sir Ron Hadfield, the former Chief Constable of the West Midlands Police and Adrianne Jones, the former Director of Social Services for the City of Birmingham. When Adrianne retired, she moved to Abergavenny, where a number of people who had concealed the abuse of kids in care in north Wales lived.

 

Iain Mills was found dead at the age of 57 years from alcohol poisoning in his flat at Dolphin Square. Children in care from north Wales were trafficked to Dolphin Square for sex work (see post ‘Are You Local?’). By the time that Iain Mills was found dead, Eric Sunderland had retired – although he was fit and healthy, lived for another 30 years and continued his involvement with Bangor University affairs and public life – and had been replaced as Principal/VC by Roy Evans, a paedophiles’ friend who had been Deputy VC at Cardiff University. Cardiff University was also concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, as well as the child molesting activities of George Thomas.

Dolphin Square has been mentioned constantly in connection with the Westminster Paedophile Ring. It was allegedly built as an apartment block for people from ‘different socio-economic backgrounds’, but I don’t think that one finds benefit claimants renting the flats there. It is particularly attractive to folk who work in Westminster and Whitehall. John Vassall, the civil servant who was at the centre of the 1962 spy scandal and allegations that senior figures in the Admiralty were involved in gay sex and prostitution lived at Dolphin Square. Vassall died on a bus ‘from a heart attack’ two months before Iain Mills died. When he died, Vassall was living in St John’s Wood, which was where Ronnie Waterhouse lived.

Other residents of Dolphin Square have included Princess Anne and William Hague, who organised the carefully rigged Waterhouse Inquiry when he was Secretary of State for Wales. Hague’s wife Ffion was a civil servant in the Welsh Office when the Welsh Office concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Sir John Stradling Thomas, the Tory MP for Monmouth, was found dead in his flat in Dolphin Square in March 1991, hours before he intended to speak about allegations that Westminster figures and others had been involved in the abuse of children.

 

Someone else who featured on news reports in the run up to the 1997 General Election was Alan Duncan, the Tory MP for Rutland and Melton who has been involved in gay Tory activist groups. At the time Duncan was PPS to Brian Mawhinney, the Tory Party Chairman, 1995-97. Mawhinney is the brother-in-law of Patricia Scotland QC. Alan Duncan was appointed as PPS to the Minister in 1993, under Secretary of State for Health Virginia Bottomley. However Duncan was forced to resign after one month after it was revealed that he had used the legislation re the right to buy council houses to personally benefit from property deals.

 

To return to the unfortunate Iain Mills who was found dead at the same time as mental health patients in north Wales were dropping like flies. Mr Mills may have met a sticky end after all those years as an MP for a region which had been sending children in care into the arms of the paedophile gang in north Wales since before he won the seat, but his predecessor fared very much better. John Tomlinson was the Labour MP for the constituency held by Mills between 1974-79. In 1998, after Ronnie Waterhouse had discredited the former kids in care who gave evidence at the Inquiry and a year after Iain Mills had been found dead, John Tomlinson was given a peerage by Blair.

Before he was MP for Meriden, Tomlinson was active in local politics in Yorkshire. Savile country. He sat on Sheffield City Council from 1964, was political secretary of Sheffield Co-Operative Party and was an executive member of the Yorkshire Labour Party. He was Head of Research for the Amalgamated Union of Engineering Workers, 1968-70. Whilst in the Commons, Tomlinson was PPS to PM Harold Wilson, 1975-76; Minister in the Foreign and Commonwealth Office, 1976-79, under Foreign Secretary David Owen; Parliamentary Secretary to the Ministry of Oversea Development, 1977-79. After Tomlinson lost his seat in 1979, he lectured at Solihull College of Technology. In 1984 he became MEP for Birmingham West, a seat he held until 1999.

Lord John Tomlinson is a man who knows where a lot of bodies are buried, including I suspect those buried in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. He was and might still be Chair of the Association of Independent High Education Providers.

 

Kids from the West Midlands were sent to children’s homes in north Wales before even Tomlinson was the MP for Meriden. Sir Keith Speed was the Tory MP for Meriden, 1968-74. It was in 1968 that John Allen established the Bryn Alyn Community which opened its doors to kids in care from right across the UK. Like so many of the paedophiles’ friends, Keith Speed served in the Royal Navy, 1947-56 and then continued in the Navy Reserve as a Lt Commander. Speed began work in the Conservative Research Department in 1965 – which according to Matthew Parris was a hotbed of gay predatory behaviour with one unidentified senior member of staff travelling on London buses with the intention of picking up younger men and an annual summer outing to a place in Italy known as the Villa of Shame or Villa of Vice, where ‘willing boys’ were supplied.

After losing Meriden to Tomlinson in 1974, Speed was elected as Tory MP for Ashord, Kent, succeeding the Torygraph editor Bill Deedes. Between 1979-81, Speed was the Navy Minister. He stood down from the Commons in 1997…

Keith Speed became Deputy Lieutenant of Kent in 2005 and Vice-President of the Maritime Volunteer Service.

 

One other matter mentioned on the news broadcasts after Major’s Gov’t became a minority administration was the forthcoming by-election for Wirral South. That area was part of the Merseyside branch of Dafydd’s empire, which Dafydd had built up since his days at Liverpool University in the 1950s. Wirral South was won by the Labour candidate Ben Chapman, a former civil servant in Feb 1997 who held the seat until 2010 when he stood down after being named in the Parliamentary expenses scandal.

Chapman was elected after the death in 1996 from cancer of the previous MP, the Tory Barry Porter. Porter was a solicitor who was educated at Birkenhead School and then Oxford. Porter was a partner and then consultant in a Birkenhead firm of solicitors. He was first elected in 1979. So Porter was yet another person who would have had a great deal of info about the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles who pegged out as the Waterhouse Inquiry loomed and helped push Major’s Gov’t into crisis.

Tony Blair – the luckiest PM in history!

 

If I have noticed how many people pegged out at about the time of the Waterhouse Inquiry and how some of those deaths were beneficial to Tony Blair, I’m sure that the BBC’s Political Editor at that time who was filing so many of the reports must have as well – it was Robin Oakley.

Robin Oakley was the BBC’s Political Editor, 1992-2000. Oakley started his career on the Liverpool Daily Post, where he became Political Editor. The Liverpool Daily Post produced the north Wales local paper, the Daily Post, which for decades was the mouthpiece of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Oakley was then a political columnist and assistant editor on ‘The Sunday Express’ and was assistant editor of ‘Daily Mail’ from 1981-86. Between 1986-92, he was a columnist and political editor for ‘The Times’, then moving to the BBC as Political Editor. His predecessor as BBC Political Editor was John Cole and he was succeeded in 2000 by Andrew Marr, whose father-in-law was Ronnie’s mate Jack Ashley, the MP for Stoke-on-Trent South, whilst kids in care in that area were abused.

‘We didn’t know.’

After leaving the BBC, Oakley was CNN’s European Political Editor, 2000-08. He is also an expert in horse racing, wrote the Turf column in ‘The Spectator’ since 1994, was the racing correspondent of the ‘Financial Times’ for several years and in 2000 published his book ‘Valley of The Racehorse’, a story of the racing community in the Lambourn valley. Ronnie Waterhouse’s father-in-law was a racehorse breeder and Ronnie took the trouble to get to know many folk in the world of horse racing.

‘I Know Nuzzing.’

Robin Oakley took early retirement from the BBC in 2000. In Feb 2000 the Waterhouse Report was published.

Robin Oakley went to Brasenose College, Oxford as did Jeffrey Archer. Oakley is just over one year older than Tuppence, so their paths almost certainly crossed at Oxford. Robin Oakley might have noticed that bit of bother that Tuppence got into in 1987 re paying a lot of money to a prostitute with whom he had not had sex to leave the UK. Then there was yet more bother for Tuppence in 1999 when it was revealed that Tuppence had lied in the 1987 trial. On 30 May 2001 Tuppence’s trial for perjury opened. Not that the prostitute, Monica Coghlan was able to give evidence as planned – she died in April 2001 after a car crash just before Tuppence’s trial was due to open. Monica didn’t die at the scene, she died afterwards in hospital in Leeds. On the patch of the NHS that was run by Jimmy Savile and his mates.

Tuppence was found guilty and was sentenced to four years in prison. His fragrant wife had lied in the 1987 trial as well, but Mary was never charged with perjury. Probably because Justice Cocklecarrot had been so keen on her in the 1987 trial, commenting on the charms of Mary as compared to Monica in her ‘green leatherette suit’. A sort of judicial version of ‘cor I don’t fancy yours much mate’.

After Tuppence went to prison, a number of high profile political journalists admitted attending parties held by Tuppence.

Read all about Tuppence, the unfortunate Monica, the fragrant Mary and the great interest that the paedophiles’ friends of north Wales took with regard to my knowledge of the comments of one of the witnesses in the 1987 trial involving Tuppence in my post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

 

Of course after Blair won his stonking victory on 1 May 1997, there was the most almighty punch up in the Conservative Party after Major announced his intention to resign as leader and a leadership battle commenced whilst Major stayed on for the next eight weeks as a caretaker leader.

The three main contenders for the Tory leadership were Ken Clarke, William Hague and John Redwood. The debates surrounding the leadership contest were dominated by a very limited number of topics: Europe and the single currency; what model of Conservatism the Party should follow, One Nation Conservatism or a hard right Thatcherite model; and of course the importance of ‘uniting’ a party in the throes of civil war.

All three of the leadership contenders had been involved in concealing the slaughter and criminality in north Wales over the preceding years. Ken Clarke had done many a dirty deal during his time as Health Minister and then as Health Secretary (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’) and Redwood and Hague had both been Welsh Secretary and had concealed the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). It was Hague who had played the blinder of organising the Waterhouse Report the year before the leadership contest, which was designed to silence the allegations of something terrible in north Wales involving the highest echelons of society once and for all.

 

Hague was subsequently elected as the Tory leader. It was not the grassroots of the Conservative Party who elected the leader, it was the Parliamentary Party. This really pissed the constituency parties off, but hardly any of them had an inkling of just what Hague had nailed the lid on so didn’t know why so many in Parliament thought that Hague was so great. It wasn’t because Hague was flying the Thatcherite flag, although of course Thatcher came out in support of Hague in the leadership contest. The Thatch whose close friend and Minister/aide Sir Peter Morrison had abused kids in care in north Wales and in other locations for so long. The Thatch who was also mates with Jimmy Savile who visited Bryn Estyn and it is alleged watched as a boy was gang banged by a group of men on the premises. Morrison was found dead in his house in July 1995, so was no longer a living breathing liability in the way that he once had been. All Hague had to do then was to shut everyone up.

 

I had not heard this before but some two weeks ago I was told that John Redwood was alleged to have been one of those involved with the abuse of kids in care in north Wales. I have seen no evidence of this, but the documents in my possession demonstrate that Redwood was definitely one of those who ignored what Dafydd and the paedophiles were doing and indeed ensured that none of their criminal activities was investigated.

 

I have described in previous posts how the NHS in north Wales – particularly the mental health services – went completely mad as the Waterhouse Inquiry loomed and then got underway. Tony Francis had a breakdown and took early retirement, the other consultants and senior managers all started knifing each other like there was no tomorrow and it was during this time that Barry Shingles, a senior manager in Gwynedd Health Authority, killed himself. Shingles had been around for years and had led the way in Gwynedd re silencing complaints about Dafydd et al since the 1980s. Shingles expected to become the Chief Exec of the NW Wales NHS Trust but Keith Thomson shafted him and bagged the job for himself. It was during this time that the Caligula of the north Wales NHS, Martin Jones, returned from exile in England and rejoined his old buddies in time to welcome in the fledgling NW Wales NHS Trust.

 

Think that is bad? The wife of Jeff Crowther – a psychiatric nursing manager who had been employed by the mental health services in Gwynedd for many years and who had a mountain of shit on all of them – ‘failed to recover’ in Ysbyty Gwynedd hours after being taken seriously ill. Lilimore Crowther was a former psych nurse herself who had subsequently trained as a psychologist at UCNW and then bagged herself a job in what soon became Prof Fergus Lowe’s empire at the School of Psychology. Lil had worked in the School when Dafydd still called the shots there. Jeff and Lil knew exactly what Dafydd and the paedophiles had been up to and they knew how Fungus used his knowledge of Dafydd’s crimes to overthrow Dafydd and then establish his own empire. After Lil died, Jeff had to go into hiding when his life was considered to be at risk from a drug addict who had threatened to do Jeff serious damage. By that time, Dafydd and his charity CAIS had been given the contract to provide ‘substance abuse services’ for the whole of north Wales (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). Shortly after this Jeff left north Wales. A few of his friends knew where he went but it was noted that Jeff ‘wasn’t very good at keeping in touch’.

One man who knew about all this whom I have not yet mentioned on this blog was Jeff’s colleague, psychiatric nurse Dave Reader. Dave Reader was/is a good mate of clinical psychologist Dr Mike Jackson, who arrived in north Wales in the late 1980s and was also party to the serious crimes and cover-ups.

Dave Reader was introduced to me by Jeff in 1997 after my key worker was removed by Tony Francis against my wishes and without warning after I was arrested on the basis of Bridget Lloyd’s perjury (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’). My key worker was the Hergest Whistleblower who had repeatedly raised concerns about the conduct of Lloyd’s colleagues in the Arfon Community Mental Health Team towards me, concerns which were ignored. The Hergest Whistleblower was ordered not to communicate with me and I was told that I was being referred to the forensic team because of my ‘potential dangerousness’ and that Jeff and Dave Reader would be my community workers.

Dave Reader was introduced to me as a mental health nurse who had ‘just started work in north Wales’ and who was doing a PhD on delivering mental health services to deaf patients. I had a chat with him and he seemed very pleasant but I did notice that he was older than would be expected for an early career nurse – I presumed that he must have begun nursing as a mature student. I only saw Dave Reader a few times before he just sort of drifted away without any explanation. Then Jeff disappeared because of the threats from the addict and his subsequent move from the area. The Hergest Whistleblower was not reinstated as my key worker – even after I was acquitted of all charges – for more than two years.

I saw Dave Reader around occasionally and would say hello – he talked only of his work with deaf patients. After many years he finally finished his PhD.

Last night I found Dave Reader’s Linked In profile. It would seem that yet again, an enormous amount of deception has taken place. Dave Reader’s Linked In tells us that Dave began working in north Wales as a mental health nurse lecturer/practitioner in 1992. In 2000 he was appointed as a clinical nurse specialist in psychosocial interventions for psychosis, CBT and family work. So not only was Dave employed in the mental health services in Gwynedd throughout the Dafydd and the paedophiles years, but he was also part of the psychosocial interventions in psychosis scam. Dr Mike Jackson, Dave’s mate, admitted to me that the psychosocial interventions didn’t work in psychosis, which ‘was a bummer’. It wasn’t until 2014 that Dave was appointed as a clinical nurse specialist in mental health and deafness. Dave remained in that post until 2018, whereupon he retired. Not that Dave is pottering about in his shed. No, like all Angels who have retired after the years of stress and burn-out having dealt with so many Dangerous Nutters, Dave has picked up a bit of part-time work. Dave is now a Registered Nurse Peer Reviewer with HIW (Health Inspectorate Wales). He is part of the HIW team reviewing mental health services and suicides in Welsh prisons.

When Dave first joined the abusive mental health services in Gwynedd in 1992, Dr Peter Higson, a former clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, was the manager of the North Wales Hospital. Higson then became the regional manager for mental health services right across north Wales. Peter Higson was subsequently appointed as the first Chief Exec of the then newly established HIW. In 2011 HIW was branded as ‘not fit for purpose’ after it was clear that Higson had failed to investigate complaints and that people had died in dangerous services. Higson stepped down from HIW. A few months later Higson was appointed Chair of the Betsi Board, where he remains.

Peter Higson was a mate of Prof Fergus Lowe’s.

The icing on the cake re Dave Reader? He had already achieved a senior role in mental health nursing before he ever went to Gwynedd. His job prior to arriving in north Wales was as a ward manager for Wandsworth NHS. Wandsworth NHS ran St George’s Hospital.

So one year after I was bullied out of my job at St George’s, after the psychiatrists there had colluded with the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles, had admitted in writing that Dafydd was sexually exploiting patients and that they believed that Tony Francis might be as well and had refused to treat me and told me to go back to north Wales (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London…’), one of their ward managers rocked up in Gwynedd. In the middle of the police investigation into the paedophile ring with which St George’s and Wandsworth Social Services had colluded. Five years later he was appointed as my community worker at a time when there was an attempt to frame me and have me sent to a secure hospital, but was introduced to me as a PhD student new to Gwynedd. After three visits or so he never returned, leaving me with no community worker.

Dave! Do you have an explanation?

Dave Reader’s Linked In profile also mentions that he has a BSc from the University of Manchester (1994-97) and a Diploma from the University of Manchester in Psychosocial Interventions in Psychosis, CBT and Family Therapy. The Psychosocial Interventions which Dave’s mate Dr Mike Jackson admits don’t work. So that’ll be why Mike has been publishing about their success and training other people in their use.

Linked In states that Dave is an RMN who trained at the Nightingale School of Nursing, 1984-87.

 

A few weeks ago Jeff Crowther was listed as a member of the team at the Bosence and Boswyns Drug and Alcohol Team in Cornwall, but now he’s disappeared!

 

 

Two others who lived through the insanity that was the Gwynedd mental health services in the 1990s whose names I have not flagged up yet are a couple called Jed and Vonnie or it might be Ronnie. Jed and Vonnie/Ronnie were two mental health workers who were very well thought of – they were kicked around and abused by the Arfon Community Mental Health Team and given the jobs that the Arfon Team refused to do themselves, like looking after the most seriously ill patients. Jed probably kept some of them alive in the face of the appalling abuse and neglect of the Arfon team, as they were left to fend for themselves whilst living in derelict buildings, caves etc. Jed and Vonnie/Ronnie witnessed Mike Jackson yell at me one day that he knew that I’d suffered but he hoped that I’d never win a negligence case against the NW Wales NHS Trust because it would cost them nearly a million.

Considering that they sent violent sex offenders after me and tried to kill me Mike, it could well have cost them a lot more.

Dim problem Mike, you’ve got this blog to deal with instead. If any of you had been fair and decent people you would have admitted aggravated clinical negligence, perjury, etc, settled, the culprits would have stood trial and a clean up of the NHS could have begun. But that is not the NHS way of conducting business.

 

The dynamics of the Tory leadership race are worth commenting on. ‘Newsnight’ on 19 June 1997 reported that Ann Widdecombe was backing Clarke for the leadership and reminded everyone of ‘the imagination that he showed when he reformed the NHS’. I will return to Ken’s imagination later in this post. Widdecombe also banged on about ‘collective responsibility’. Indeed Honest Ann, you would know all about that as someone who knew what was going on in north Wales and had strong links with the constituency party on Anglesey – including during the years when the bent barrister Keith Best was MP for Anglesey and also covered up the crimes (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Crimes which strangely enough escalated with regard to me and my friends being targeted once I’d been to see Mr Best about my problems with the mental health services. Within months my house mate Anne, who knew what had happened to me, had been killed in a car crash and her former boyfriend Geoff – who also knew what had happened – was left severely brain damaged and paralysed with speech difficulties.

Anne and Geoff were keen birders. As was Ken Clarke.

Not long after being elected for Anglesey in 1979, Keith Best was involved in a serious car crash in which his personal assistant was killed. Best was driving. He was cleared of responsibility.

 

Redwood was knocked out at an early stage of the contest, but before he was, he received voluble support from Theresa Gorman. Theresa Gorman was named in Edwina Currie’s ‘Diaries’ as being one of those Tories who definitely knew by the early 1990s that Sir Peter Morrison was sexually abusing children and like Edwina was terrified that the info was going to become public (see post ‘Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Drawn To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?’). John Bercow also supported Redwood.

Redwood and Ken Clarke made what was described as a ‘Faustian pact’, although they had rather different political orientations. They were rejected by the Party and Hague won. When Hague won, Clarke refused to serve in a Shadow Cabinet led by Hague, as did Heseltine. Heseltine was from Swansea.

It was reported by the BBC that after Hague won, Redwood was ‘shut out’.

Some of the leading figures who supported Hague’s candidacy for the leadership were Gillian Shepherd, Nigel Evans and dear old Tuppence. Gillian Shepherd was a teacher and schools inspector for Norfolk County Council, 1963-75. After being elected to the Commons, she became PPS to Peter Lilley in 1988 – I’ll return to Peter Lilley later in this post. Shepherd was a junior Minister in Social Security in 1989, which was when her Dept were concealing the abuse of children in care in north Wales.In 1990 Shepherd became Deputy Chairman of the Party, when Sir Peter Morrison was PPS to Thatcher and organising Thatcher’s leadership campaign when she was challenged. Shepherd was Secretary of State for Education, 1994-97. At that time abuse in special schools and schools for ‘difficult’ children – particularly in north Wales – was rife. Shepherd must have noticed because staff of those schools had started to go to prison.

 

Nigel Evans grew up in Swansea and famously self-identified as the Only Conservative In The Village. Nigel couldn’t do The Only Gay In The Village bit as well because he pretended that he wasn’t gay until many years later when he Bravely Came Out to much applause. The applause was even louder in 2014 when Nigel reappeared in the Commons after an absence because of him standing trial on multiple charges of sexually assaulting other men, all charges of which he was acquitted. During Nigel’s trial, details of the Everyday Story Of Westminster Folk gripped the nation. Nigel admitted to regularly being completely blind drunk in the Commons, usually to such an extent that he could not remember what the hell he had done the night before. However, Nigel did know that he had not sexually assaulted young men beginning their careers in politics, even though some of them had maintained that he had. One young man explained that although he had found Nigel’s hand down the front of his trousers when getting completely bladdered with Nigel in a Commons bar, this was just – to use his the young man’s own expression – ‘crazy, crazy Westminster’. It’s one big Benny Hill show down there, but it involves gay sex as well, whereas Cheeky Benny’s repertoire was strictly limited to chasing women around in circles to the sound of speeded up music, a la Dafydd.

Remember this Martin?

A private joke between Martin Jones, the former CEO of the NW Wales NHS Trust and me:
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And here is a photo of Stephen Gallagher, an abusive incompetent senior Angel at Ysbyty Gwynedd who is an enthusiastic member of the TA, who put patients’ lives at risk but received full support from Martin, to the extent that Martin destroyed CCTV footage which recorded Major Stephen abusing patients:

  • Amazing X-ray picture of Afghan boy stabbed in the head ...

Martin’s secretary Linda Hughes assisted Martin in concealing Gallagher’s abuse of patients.

 

As for Nigel Evans, he went to Dynevor School and University College, Swansea, which was largely run by Rhodri Morgan’s friends and relatives (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). The Labour-dominated Swansea Mafia is well-known – it contains folk such as Edwina Hart, who would have liked to have put Martin Jones out of action when she was Health Minister but couldn’t because of her and her husband’s previous in the Labour Party and TUC which had involved concealing the crimes of the paedophiles’ friends. Edwina also made a rod for everybody’s back for decades to come when in 2010 she appointed one of the paedophiles’ bestest friends Rhian Huws Williams to the ‘Independent’ Commission On Social Services (see post ‘Sleeping With The Fishes’).

When Edwina was Minister for Business, Enterprise, Technology and Science she also did ‘business deals’ on the back of those who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles, deals which were described as ‘bringing business to Wales’, but which in reality involved giving much money to certain businesses who wanted to open an office in Cardiff anyway and couldn’t believe their luck when Edwina paid them to do it (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’). One such company was Deloitte, who opened their Business and Operations Centre in Cardiff. The scheme that proved so attractive to Deloitte was the Central Cardiff Enterprise Zone, the Chairman of which was John Antoniazzi. For 25 years John was a partner in Deloitte – he headed Audit for Wales. John is married to Manon – who is the sister of William Hague’s wife Ffion. Then Manon was appointed as Chief Exec to the Welsh Assembly. John Antoniazzi has been involved with the NSPCC, the cancer charity Maggie’s and is a member of Cardiff and Vale University Health Board. See post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’ for the details of the many other pies in which John has his fingers.

Edwina hired McKinsey and Co to advise her on reforming the NHS in Wales when she was Health Minister. You wasted the Welsh Gov’ts money there Edwina, you didn’t need McKinsey to tell you that Martin, Elfed and the rest of them needed to be escorted out of their offices in handcuffs and put on trial and furthermore I gave you the evidence that would have enabled you to do that.

DOH!!!

I don’t know if Edwina is an underachiever and proud of it, but the most sordid anecdote that I heard regarding Edwina and the distribution of grant funding for businesses was the allegation that someone on Anglesey received grant support which was approved by Edwina after they had sex with her. I was given sufficient details to suggest that my informant was a reliable source.

I wonder whether Edwina had sex with John Antoniazzi as well.

 

I know that Martin and Elfed were a bloody nightmare Edwina, but you should have dealt with them. People died because of them and Martin and Elfed are still in the system because you decided to play political games. You shouldn’t have – I don’t like being threatened, harassed and then pursued by rogue policemen at gunpoint. You knew that I and others were in danger and you backed off and risked our lives. Take a hint and don’t ever fucking well do that again, particularly if you are then going to give out business support grants in return for sexual favours, because word got around.

Isn’t there a famous fictional character who’s world-view  was very negative but who did find himself surrounded by ‘phonies’?

 
Cover features a crude drawing of a Carousel horse (pole visible entering the neck and exiting below on the chest) with a city skyline visible in the distance under the hindquarters. The cover is two-toned: everything below the horse is whitish while the horse and everything above it is a reddish orange. The title appears at the top in big dirty yellow letters against the reddish orange background. It is split into two lines after "Catcher". At the bottom in the whitish background are the words "a novel by J. D. Salinger".

 

Edwina knew about Ron Davies and his foibles which will have compromised her further…

 

Edwina and Nigel Evans will have had dirt on each other, both coming from the Swansea area. Swansea University was also within the influence of Professor Brian Flowers, a local boy made good from Swansea who ended up as VC of the University of London (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). On Flowers’s watch at London University, research fraud and misconduct thrived and staff at St George’s Hospital Medical School concealed a paedophile ring in south London – one member of which was their Prof of Paediatrics, Oliver Brooke – as well as the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales. After Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain of St George’s was disgraced as a result of his part in a major fraud which was exposed in the mid-1990s (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’) and he was put out to grass, in 2000 Chamberlain took up a post at Swansea University as a lecturer in the history of medicine. Chamberlain came from south Wales and had gone to school in Llandaff Cathedral School. His father had been Secretary to the Lord Mayor of Cardiff.

Chamberlain was a friend of Oliver Brooke. And Cilla Black no less. The Cilla who used to go on holiday with Lily Savage aka Paul O’Grady, who worked as a social worker in Lambeth at the time of the paedophile gang and neglect of clients in that Borough. Diane Abbott was Lambeth Borough Council’s press officer/PR person.

I will be blogging more about recent events at Swansea University, in particular the medical school, soon.

 

Nigel Evans began his political career as a Councillor on West Glamorgan Council, 1985-91. He’ll have known about the abuse of kids in that area, as well as the activities of George Thomas and Ron Davies. Evans was elected as the MP for Ribble Valley in 1992. He was appointed as the PPS to the Secretary of State for Employment David Hunt in 1993 and remained Hunt’s PPS when he was appointed Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster in 1994. Prior to that, Hunt had spent many enjoyable years in as a Minister in the Welsh Office and then as Secretary of State for Wales concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). David Hunt’s talents were called on again in 1995 when he was installed as Secretary of State for Wales for just a few days, when a particularly fancy bit of footwork was needed to oversee the ‘retirement’ of Dafydd and the ‘closure’ of the North Wales Hospital.

Dafydd’s retirement deal involved the Gov’t giving him responsibility for all substance abuse services across north Wales and of course allowing him to vastly expand his private practice whilst the Gov’t diverted various sources of public funding to support it. The North Wales Hospital wasn’t closed although everybody was told that it was. No-one has ever come clean about which patients remained there and for how long, but it is known that Gwynfryn Unit, the mother and baby unit, remained open.

In 1996 Evans became the PPS to the new Secretary of State William Hague. Evans was in post when Hague organised the Waterhouse Inquiry…

Evans became a member of the Shadow Cabinet under IDS – the Shadow Secretary of State for Wales, 2001-03.

 

Hague’s campaign manager for the leadership content was none other than Alan Duncan. By all accounts Duncan was a most effective right hand man to Hague. Not only was Alun Duncan the PPS to Patricia Scotland’s brother-in-law, but he was a member of the Social Security Select Committee, 1993-95. The Secretary of State responsible for the Social Security portfolio when Duncan sat on the Select Committee was none other than Peter Lilley, the man who had his notorious ‘little list’ and who was one of many who knew precisely what was happening in north Wales, as he sung songs about scroungers at the Tory Party conference (see post ‘Wheels Within Wheels Or Flies Attracted To The Same Incestuously Corrupt Shithouse?’).

 

Immediately after Hague was declared the new Tory leader, he stated in his victory speech that ‘we all start from a clean slate’. No Lord Hague, you were all dripping in the blood of the dispossessed of north Wales, but you’d tasked Ronnie Waterhouse to silence the few survivors for ever. When talking about his brand of conservatism and how all right thinking people were now embracing capitalism, even members of the Labour Party, Hague returned to familiar Tory territory and reminded everyone that the state had ‘spent too much’.

The Waterhouse Inquiry cost £13 million. William Hague organised the Waterhouse Inquiry under John Major’s Conservative Gov’t.

 

After Hague’s election, James Cran MP stated that a ‘boil had been lanced’. It hadn’t, but James Cran must have been delighted that the architect of the Waterhouse cover-up had become Tory leader. Cran was elected as the MP for Beverley in Yorkshire in 1987. Savile country.

Cran studied at the Aberdeen University and worked in the Conservative Research Department, 1970–71. He was a member of the Leader of the Opposition’s (Ted Heath) Briefing Team during the 1970 General Election. He was a London Borough of Sutton Councillor, 1984-87 and served as the Chairman of the Health and Housing Committee. Warlingham Park Hospital was neat Sutton – the abuse of patients was so bad there that after an investigation some staff were imprisoned. Cran was PPS to the Secretary of State for N Ireland, 1995-96, that very good friend of Top Doctors who ran paedophile rings and indeed of at least one Top Doctor, Morris Fraser, who was a paedophile himself, Sir Patrick Mayhew. Mayhew was not only involved in attempts to imprison me on the basis of the statements of people whom he knew had perjured themselves, but Mayhew was involved in the cover-up regarding the abuse of kids at the Kincora Boys Home by army officers, Whitehall mandarins, Westminster figures and, it is alleged, Louis Mountbatten (see post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’). Cran was present with Mayhew in Washington DC at the first meeting with Gerry Adams, then President of Sinn Fein.

From 1971–79, Cran was the Secretary and Chief Executive of the National Association of Pension Funds. He was the CBI’s Northern Director, 1979–84 and the CBI’s West Midlands Director from 1984–87. So Cran will know Birmingham’s Mr Big, Digby Jones, who will have known about the corruption which pervaded civic life in the West Midlands.

Cran stood down from the Commons in 2005. Whilst he was in the Commons, he had interests in European affairs, particularly Malta. Cran was the co-founder and a member of the All Party Anglo-Malta Group, 1992–94.

I don’t know what it is about Malta, but it is a running theme with some of the paedophiles’ friends. Admiral Sir Alec Bingley, Mountbatten’s colleague, was based in Malta for a time and his wife Lady Juliet was a personal friend of the Maltese PM, Dom Mintoff and was involved in the establishment of medical and welfare facilities in Malta. Lady Juliet and the Bingleys’ son, William, spent years concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles of north Wales when Juliet and William were leading figures in MIND and when William was Chief Exec of the Mental Health Act Commission (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). Peter Righton, the social work academic and adviser who was a paedophile and used his work to gain access to underaged boys and published material justifying sexual relationships between adults and children, worked in Malta. More recently some of those arrested as a result of Operation Pallial were found to be living in Malta.

One of Cran’s current residential addresses is in Malta.

 

Cran was preceded as MP for Beverley by Sir Patrick Wall. Wall was commissioned into the Royal Marines in 1935 and qualified as a naval gunnery instructor. During WWII he served in the Iron DukeValiant, and Malaya, followed by a spell at HMS Turtle, the landing craft base. In 1945, he was patrol officer and second-in-command 48 Commando RM in the British Army on the Rhine, where he was wounded. Wall was said to draw inspiration from his Roman Catholicism. He taught at the Royal Naval College, Greenwich in 1946 and the Joint Services Staff College, 1947-48. He spent a further two years on the staff of the Commandant-General, RM. He was promoted to the rank of major in 1949 and decided to leave the Royal Marines the following year in order to enter politics.

Patrick Wall will have known many of those featured in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’, including Sir Alec Bingley.

Wall continued his naval connection as Commander of 47 Commando Royal Marines Voluntary Reserve from 1951-57 and from 1950-66, was Commissioner of the Sea Scouts for London.

Patrick Wall was a City of Westminster Councillor, 1953-63. He was later elected Tory MP for Haltemprice, 1954–83 and for Beverley, 1983–87. He was PPS to the Derick Heathcote-Amory, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, 1958-59, under Macmillan. Wall probably knew about the shenanigans before and after Profumo (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’) as well as the John Vassall Spy Scandal.

Wall was UK delegate to the UN General Assembly in 1962, Vice-Chairman of the Parliamentary Select Committee on Defence 1965–77, Chairman of the British-South Africa Parliamentary Group 1970–1987, on the British-Portuguese Parliamentary Group 1979–87, and leader of the British delegation to the North Atlantic Assembly 1979–87, of which he was President, 1983–85.

During the Thatcher years, Wall reflected that Britain had ‘moved rapidly to the Left under Labour governments and more slowly to the Left under successive Conservative governments’.

I knew people like Patrick Wall when I was a teenager in Somerset and I and my friends derived much entertainment from them.

Patrick Wall was a leading light in the Monday Club, so it was only sensible for him to Chair several party committees concerned with Africa. He defended the British colonial record and was convinced of the benefits of white rule in Rhodesia and South Africa. In 1960, Wall claimed that the colonial problem arose not from differences in colour, but from differences in standards: ‘What we have to do is to work as hard as we can by raising the standards of the black Africans to ensure that we level up and do not take the easy way out by levelling down. Progress in Central Africa depends on the maintenance of standards and I believe we owe it, not only to our kith and kin, but to the vast mass of as yet uneducated black Africans for whom we are trustees, to see that the existing standards in Central Africa are not debased.’

Wall was a friend of the Rhodesian Prime Minister, Ian Smith and fully supported him. After Rhodesia’s UDI in 1965, he joined forces with Robert Gascoyne-Cecil, 5th Marquess of Salisbury to lead the Tory revolt against their party’s support for the Labour administration’s sanctions policy. Wall believed that white rule in Southern Africa was the last bulwark against the spread of communism in the region, which he described as ‘this evil virus’. He argued that this, in turn, would mean that the West would lose vital mineral supplies and that the oil route round the Cape would come under threat.

In 1974, Patrick Wall attacked the Labour Gov’ts withdrawal from the Simonstown naval base in South Africa and stated in the Commons that the Gov’t ‘must be insane. This is the only link NATO has with the Cape. British interests in Africa as a strategic part of the world should be maintained.’

A committed supporter of NATO, Wall was leader of the British delegation to the North Atlantic Assembly from 1979 –87. Wall was especially suspicious of the Foreign Office, which he believed had contributed to Britain’s decline. Along with Thatcher’s left-wing tendencies of course.

Sir Patrick Wall served on its Executive Council of the Monday Club and was Chairman 1978–80. He collaborated on many papers and publications for the Club and spoke for Club policies and concerns in the Commons.

On May Day 1970, the Monday Club held a ‘Law and Liberty’ rally in Trafalgar Square where Wall and several other of the Club’s MPs were principal speakers. In November 1971, he and John Biggs-Davison ‘joined, as observers, British troops in action in N Ireland against the  IRA’. I’m not sure what this entailed, perhaps Wall and Biggs-Davison watched the British Army open fire, anything would have been possible with Sir Patrick.

As University Groups Parliamentary Liaison Officer, Wall was active in supporting the 55 Monday Club groups formed in universities and colleges. He became a target for the Left and was denounced by the NUS. In 1968, he was attacked at Leeds University and Mrs. Wall was knocked to the ground and kicked. Speaking at Portsmouth Poly in Dec 1972, his meeting was broken up by a shouting group of students who pelted Patrick Wall with missiles.

I never noticed anything quite that exciting in the Students’ Union at UCNW. I have mentioned previously that there was Irish Republican activity in Bangor’s SU and much Welsh language activism, but my key observations were of course related to the people whom I now know were facilitating a sex trafficking gang in the Student Health Centre and the collusion with this by the SU officers such as Duncan Orme (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). UCNW had one of the strongest Gay Socs of any university in the UK, which is quite worrying for an institution governed and staffed by so many people who were involved in some way with a sex trafficking ring supplying boys to older predators, including VIPs.

Whilst I was at UCNW (1981-84) the most vigorous party political activity among the English students was on the part of the SDP. I have no idea why because I wasn’t involved, but a mature student called Simon Batty was active in the SDP at Bangor and achieved fame for getting beaten up at an NUS conference because he was a supporter of Dr Death et al. Batty was duffed up when David Aaronovitch was President of the NUS.

Well David, as a pompous old fart who now pontificates in the Indie on a regular basis, do you have any explanation for the targeting of a man who I think was essentially harmless, even if he was gullible enough to believe that Dr Death and Shirl were the way forward? Or indeed why the excesses of the Gay Soc at UCNW were ignored by the wider NUS – and there were some very worrying things happening in Gay Soc at UCNW.

I presume that Simon Batty had no idea that Dr Death was a personal friend of some of the Top Docs who were facilitating the sex trafficking ring in north Wales. Shirl knew that all was not well at UCNW, because Dafydd Wigley asked Shirl to hold an inquiry into Sir Charles Evans’s management of UCNW when Shirl was Secretary of State for Education under Jim Callaghan – Callaghan’s Gov’t concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles. There was never any such investigation.

Charles Evans’s mates were running a sex trafficking ring O Shirl of ‘my mother was the famous feminist Vera Brittain and I’ve spent my whole life dining out on it’ fame.

 
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Shirl, Dr Death et al were not going to listen to the Testament of the Youth of north Wales what with all that support of the Top Docs to cultivate.

 

This is a photo of Professor Robert Bluglass – who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles – quaffing champagne at an Old Warwickians dinner:

  • Old Warwickians - 1940s-1960s School House Dinner

 

This is a photo of Compton Verney, the art gallery owned by Bluglass – it is one of the finest galleries in Europe!

  • Spencer Alley: Compton Verney

 

This is a photo of the Pyrenees, where Bluglass has a second home:

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This is Risley Remand Centre, where victims of Dafydd and the paedophiles were unlawfully imprisoned and were frequently found dead:

GB. Risley Remand Centre - GB. Cheshire, Warrington. HM Prison Risley. Risley Remand Centre. With writer Russell Miller, In 1981 Peter Marlow was given permission by the British Home office for the first time ever to photograph recognisable prisoners for a feature published in the London Sunday Times Magazine. Prisoners gave their consent with signed releases being filed at the Home Office. Known in the 1980’s as ‘Grisly Risley’ by prisoners Risley opened as a Remand centre for male and female inmates in 1964. A category C prison opened on the site in 1990, alongside the remand centre. Risley ceased to hold females in April 1999, and in March 2000, In September 2003, an inspection report from Her Majesty's Chief Inspector of Prisons criticised Risley Prison for its policy of mixing sex offenders with other inmates. The report said that sex offenders and other vulnerable inmates did not feel safe from attack by other inmates, and did not trust Prison Officers to protect them. A further inspection report in July 2006 again highlighted issues over safety at Risley Prison. The inspection found that a third of inmates felt unsafe, with "a lack of visible staffing on wings when prisoners were unlocked from their cells." The report also highlighted concerns about the prisons anti-bullying, suicide and self-harm prevention work. However the report did praise Risley for reducing the quantity of drugs that were being smuggled into the prison. In October 2008, another inspection report from the Chief Inspector of Prisons severely criticised Risley, stating that "a culture of hard drugs and violence remained rife at the prison" The prison was inspected again in 2013. The report stated that the prison was improving but there were still some areas which needed attention. Prisoners felt safe and had received support for substance misuse but too many prisoners were locked in their cells during the day A prison warder patrols the high security wall with an alsation dog. 1981 - Peter Marlow

 

 

Sir Patrick Wall was presented with a Fellowship Certificate of the Chartered Institute of Journalists at a formal Reception for the occasion, held at the National Liberal Club, London, on Wednesday 12 July 1989.

Patrick Wall was one of a number of Tory MPs associated with Radio 270, an offshore radio station broadcasting off the Yorkshire coast in the 1960s. On 11 May 1967 the station gave Conservative candidates in local elections at Scarborough airtime which the candidates had paid for themselves, and on 14 May it broadcast a programme made by the York University branch of the Monday Club, in which Patrick Wall spoke on Rhodesia.

Shortly before the Marine Broadcasting Offences Act became law later that year, Radio 270 carried a broadcast, also sponsored by the University of York Monday Club, attacking the Gov’t for closing down the pirate stations. Patrick Wall, Ronald Bell and John Biggs-Davison, all prominent members of the Monday Club, took part.

 

The journalist Joan Smith has argued that the crimes of Jimmy Savile were rooted in the culture that thrived on the pirate radio ships. Savile did not work on a pirate ship, but numerous other BBC tossers did. Their attitude to teenaged girls was very predatory and Smith has uncovered some horrifying examples of John Peel’s activities. Smith rightly states that the BBC made stars and national treasures of some very predatory people, which then gave them access to vulnerable people under the umbrella of things such as charidee work. I note that the class dimension regarding this is usually ignored even by people like Joan Smith. The Radio 1 predators targeted predominantly working class teenagers. Middle class girls often had the same interest in ‘stars’ and DJs, but most of the girls being sexually exploited by Savile and co were working class girls or of course troubled teenagers in care or custody. Savile won’t have sexually molested many girls from Cheltenham Ladies College. He had fun with Broadmoor patients.

 

From 1976 until its success in 1981, Patrick Wall was also a strong supporter of the campaign for the legalisation of CB Radio in the UK and was one of the most influential members of the Commons ad hoc Committee on CB.

 

A familiar face popped up on the news clips following Hague’s election as Tory leader – Charles Moore. Moore has been a Thatcherite since his days as a young fogey and has had a long career as a journo and editor of right-wing publications and recently wrote the authorised biography of Thatcher. Charles Moore will have known about Sir Peter Morrison and the export of kids in care from north Wales to London and Brighton to supply sexual services to ‘VIPs’. I haven’t read Moore’s biography of Thatcher, but I doubt that Dafydd’s business gets a mention.

 

Michael Ancram was also interviewed on the 1997 news clips, stressing that the Tories now had a ‘young’ leadership which could only be a good thing. Ancram aka the Marquess of Lothian has been around for a long time and he must be really worth toadying to if you want to get on in the Tories because Ann Widdecombe could not bow low enough to Ancram and his extended family when she was scurrying around looking for a seat (see post ‘Doris Karloff – Honest About Her Expenses But Not Much Else’). Ancram was MP for two Scottish constituencies from 1974-92, after which he was MP for Devizes until 2010. Ancram succeeded Sir Charles Morrison in Devizes – Sir Peter Morrison’s brother. Charles stood down at the 1992 General Election, just like his brother did – days before five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’). Ancram was a junior Minister for N Ireland, May 1993-97 – under Secretary of State Patrick Mayhew.

Ancram was Chairman of the Tory Party, Oct 1998-Sept 2001, which covered the period of time when Ronnie Waterhouse was writing his cover-up and then it’s publication. Cecil Parkinson was Chair for much of the time that Ronnie took evidence from witnesses – Parkinson succeeded Mawhinney as Chair in June 1997.

Ancram and his wife Jane are prominent Roman Catholics and Jane is a Patron of the Right to Life Trust. Ancram’s daughter Clare Therese is married to Douglas Hurd’s son Nick.

Douglas Hurd was Home Secretary, Sept 1985-Oct 89, whilst Dafydd and the paedophiles broke the law with impunity, framed people, unlawfully imprisoned them and ran Risley Remand Centre entirely for their own benefit (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’). Hurd was Home Secretary whilst Risley finally exploded in a riot in May 1989. Prior to condoning serious organised crime as Home Secretary, Hurd had been Secretary of State for N Ireland, Sept 1984-Sept 85.

 

Another gem that I found when I was rooting around in archives from 1997 was a party political broadcast by John Cleese for Shirl and her mates in the Lib Dems -Shirl and the gang had parted company with Dr Death by then. Cleese not only knew about Graham Chapman’s child molesting ways but he was also friendly with a number of analysts who concealed child abuse and the related abuse of mental health patients (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’). Paddy Ashdown was leader of the Lib Dems at the time of Cleese’s broadcast.

After Blair was elected leader of the Labour Party in 1994, Paddy had sought co-operation between the Lib Dems and Labour because he wanted to form a coalition Gov’t if no party had a clear majority at the next election. In the event, because Blair had such a big majority after May 1997, he had no need of Paddy. Paddy was certainly an accommodating man – he had previously entered into discussion with Ken Clarke regarding ‘co-operation’…

 

The news clips from the 1997 Tory leadership election did of course feature scenes from the candidates’ earlier careers – including that of Ken Clarke. My post ‘Feet In Chains’ details extracts from a memorandum submitted to a Parliamentary committee by Dafydd, dated 2008, in which he explains how he built up his ‘expertise’ and his enormous practice for people allegedly suffering from PTSD. Dafydd mentions that he ‘initiated’ his ‘in-patient facility’, Ty Gwyn after ‘the NHS Act 1990’. This is an interesting slip of Dafydd’s – which he would have noticed himself if he was half the analyst which he claims to be – because he is of course referring to the NHS and Community Care Act 1990. It is hardly surprising that Dafydd forgot the ‘community care’ bit. Anyone who remembers what happened in north Wales in the 1990s will never forget what passed for ‘community care’. Very little except for constant threats to arrest – or indeed the arresting of – people who could not cope or who complained about the ‘services’.

It is clear from Dafydd’s memorandum that the NHS and Community Care Act 1990 provided Dafydd with an enormous business opportunity. He raked in the dosh from his many ‘clinics’ – as described in the memorandum – but Dafydd wasn’t actually holding many of those clinics and he certainly wasn’t caring for all the patients on his various lists. Any sensible person could have seen from the figures and geographical locations of the clinics that Dafydd presented in the memorandum that Dafydd could simply not be physically doing what he claimed to be doing. Furthermore in north Wales there was evidence of Dafydd’s enterprises all over the region – destitute patients, serious complaints, chaos in clinics when Dafydd didn’t turn up or massively overcrowded clinics with patients coming from across the UK to see Dafydd, only to spend no more than three minutes with him.

As well as PTSD clinics, Dafydd was holding drug clinics in which addicts told me and others that he was prescribing ‘whatever you want, anything at all’. Dafydd must have held a Home Office licence which will have been issued by the same Home Office who knew what was happening at Risley Remand Centre and in the criminal justice system in north Wales. Dafydd had enjoyed a long and happy relationship with Bing Spear, the corrupt mandarin who for years until 1986 was the Home Office Drugs Branch’s Chief Inspector (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Dafydd’s memorandum mentions that his contract was ‘reviewed’ in the 1980s – it was in the 1980s that Dafydd picked up the remit as NHS consultant for drugs and alcohol. I wonder if Bing sorted that out for Dafydd as a final farewell before Bing retired?

 

The nature of Bing’s health problems and his friendships with street addicts and their dealers suggest that he was an addict himself. Well-educated addicts who can access uncontaminated heroin, clean needles and health care can live to a ripe old age. Bing Spear was a senior civil servant who had access to all those things. He died at the age of 67 yrs – which is not suspiciously young but not as long as many people of his class live.

 

What I am interested in is the date of Bing’s death – 9 July 1995. I can’t find any references to the cause of his death, but even if Bing had been suffering from something serious, the attentions or otherwise of the Top Docs could exert a considerable influence on when he died. Bing died whilst the Jillings Investigation was underway, one a week or so after Dafydd ‘retired’ from the NHS, at the very time that the public were told that the North Wales Hospital was in the process of closing but actually wasn’t and whilst Nicola Davies QC was reviewing the paperwork of the North Wales Police re the abuse of children in care to see if a public inquiry should be held. Nicola’s task was made easy by the fact that all the paperwork from 1989 onward was missing. By the time that Bing died, Ronnie Waterhouse had altered his retirement plans for unexplained reasons and was conducting his Grand Tour of the paedophiles’ friends in Wales before he presiding over the Inquiry which he did not know was going to be held (see post ‘Heart Of Darkness’).

 

Up in Bangor, the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Eric Sunderland had stood down as Principal of the University of Wales Bangor, to make way for paedophiles’ friends’ poodle Roy Evans (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Eric had by then assumed the role of Chairman of the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission and will have decided that Clwyd County Council was to be dissolved in the autumn of 1996. Which it was – days after the Jillings Report was given to the Council’s insurers and their legal advisers…

 

Malcolm Pearce, my former boss at St George’s Hospital Medical School, was struck off for research fraud in July 1995. His colleague Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain had also been involved in the fraud but did not face disciplinary action. Chamberlain had been friends with the Prof Oliver Brooke. Chamberlain was one of the staff at St George’s who was concealing the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales, as well as the ring of which Brooke was a member in south London (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’).

Sir Peter Morrison was found dead at his home four days after Bing Spear died. So there were two major liabilities both out of the way.

The more that I uncover, the more that I wonder why someone just didn’t murder Dafydd. It really would have been much easier than doing all this.

 

Towards the end of 1994 and throughout 1995, there was a continuous co-ordinated campaign on the part of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends to have me prosecuted for something, anything would suffice, or declared dangerous and banged up in a secure hospital (see post ‘The Banality Of Evil’).

Brown was forced out of his job at Aston University in July 1995. Brown commented to me the other day that if he used the services of the Top Doctors he would somehow be dead by now.

 

Michael Howard was Home Secretary, May 1993-May 1997. Howard was a barrister – from Swansea (see post ‘An Appalling Vista’). In 1993, Michael Howard ruined Mary Wynch for good, but that wasn’t made public knowledge until 1994, in a Parliamentary reply to Alex Carlile (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). Neither Alex Carlile nor anyone else ever referred to Mary’s case in Parliament again.

 

People in Gov’t – such as former psychiatric social worker Virginia Bottomley who was Secretary of State for Health, 9 April 1992-5 July 1995 – will not have been unaware of Dafydd’s activities. Stephen Dorrell succeeded Virginia as Health Secretary and four days later Bing died. Four days after that Morrison died. David Hunt was appointed acting Welsh Secretary 13 days before Bing died, 17 days before Morrison died. Hunt was up and off again four days before Bing died to twiddle his thumbs for a few days until he took up the position of Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster on 20 July 1995, exactly one week after Morrison was found dead. William Hague became Secretary of State for Wales on the day that Hunt scarpered.

What the bloody hell was going on? Can any of these people explain?

 

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The NHS and Community Care Act 1990 wasn’t implemented until 1993 – so Dafydd had a while to prepare the ground before he reached for the skies and opened the offshore bank accounts and established the shell companies – but was the result of years of previous Tory thinking on the NHS.

In 1987 Thatch commissioned a review of the NHS, amid concerns over growing financial pressures. The result was the creation of the ‘internal market’ in 1991 under the then Health Secretary Ken Clarke. The market split health authorities (which commissioned care for their local population) from hospital trusts (which competed to provide care). GP fundholding, which gives some family doctors budgets to buy care on their patients’ behalf, was introduced.

 

I have previously remarked on what a nonsense this was in north Wales. Exactly the same old crooks and paedophiles’ friends occupied their former levels of seniority in the newly created organisations. Gwynedd Health Authority placed huge adverts in the local papers explaining that they would now be commissioning services from the North Wales Hospital, which would be run by the Clwydian Community Trust. In Gwynedd, the Gwynedd Community Health Trust was formed, the services of which were provided by the thugs and perjurers of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team et al. So before the internal market we had Dafydd and the paedophiles and then after the internal market we had Dafydd and the paedophiles.

 

An account of the beginning of the internal market in the NHS can be found on Dr Death’s website:

‘The concept of an internal market in the NHS started in  the early 1980s with the writings of Professor Alain Enthoven of the Stanford School of Business in California, which I described in “Our NHS” .  His ideas were adopted by the Social Democratic Party, (SDP), and were then criticised from within the government during 1986 by the Health Service Management Board. An exchange in December 1987 of minutes between officials had one writing: “I am still doubtful whether an Enthoven-style model would give sufficient voice to the consumer – the patient”.

The SDP saw the Enthoven model as a means to improve quality in the NHS, and ensure that the whole population benefitted from more efficient and cost-effective NHS care. Under later SDP proposals District Health Authorities (DHAs) were to be “free to contract with other DHAs and with the private and voluntary sectors”  in order to meet their obligations, but it was implicit in this that the NHS would be the main provider of care, with contestability where NHS provision was failing patients.

On 28 January 1988 after winning a third General Election, during which the NHS had largely escaped from the Conservatives’ radical reform programme elsewhere, the Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher set up a small ministerial group under her chairmanship to review the NHS. The members were the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Nigel Lawson, and his number two, John Major, and the Secretary of State for Health and Social Security, John Moore, and his number two Tony Newton. Moore and Newton were both later replaced by Ken Clarke and David Mellor when Health was split off from Social Security. The five met every week and more frequently just before the publication of the January 1989 White Paper “Working for Patients”. This paper marked the official start of the internal market within the NHS.’

 

Dr Death knows as well as I do that before the internal market the NHS was run for the benefit of those who managed and staffed the NHS and it was after the internal market as well. Dafydd survived and indeed thrived as a result of the internal market.

Every member of Thatcher’s ‘Ministerial group’ mentioned by Dr Death knew about the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles in north Wales. As did Dr Death. Thatcher and Tony Newton had both been personally told by Alison Taylor of the serious abuse of children in care in north Wales. John Major had been Minister of State for Social Security, Sept 1986-June 1987. Which was when I – and others – were illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and when all my complaints were ignored. Everyone in the Ministerial group  had been involved in Health at Gov’t level whilst Dafydd et al caused havoc and complaint was suppressed or ignored. They were also involved in Health whilst other gruesome things happened, such as the appointment of Jimmy Savile to the management Board of Broadmoor, the employment of highly inappropriate mandarins with responsibilities for mental health eg. Brian McGinnis (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’) and Cliff Graham (see post ‘The Old Devils’) and the horrors that were happening at institutions like St George’s.

From April 1988, when Thatcher’s Ministerial group was busy, I began working at the University of Surrey for the Cancer Research Campaign funded team led by Professor Vincent Marks – Dr D.G.E. Wood, who was facilitating the sex trafficking ring in north Wales, knew this. My post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ details how after one year, I was told that there was no more funding for my post, but by that time my data had been given without my knowledge to Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University who published it under her name. Curtin’s funding continued. I had never heard of Nicola Curtin until a few weeks ago when I discovered a paper with her name on it as well as mine – furthermore, the team at Newcastle were not collaborators on our project at Surrey.

In Sept 1990, Clair Chilvers and her team published a paper regarding the outcomes of patients at the Bristol Cancer Help Centre which was so deeply flawed that it resulted in a major scandal and the suicide of Prof Tim McElwain, one of the researchers. The work was funded by the CRC and Imperial Cancer Research Fund. The work had started after I began working at Surrey and one of Tony Francis’s colleagues Dr Peter Macguire was involved. Peter Macguire was a psychiatrist who somehow accessed a rich seam of funding from the Cancer Research Campaign just after I joined the CRC team at Surrey (see post ‘Apocalypse Now’).

Vincent Marks was the brother of Dr John Marks, the BMA President who did battle with Ken Clarke at the time and whom Clarke loathed. Documents in my possession show that whilst I was working in Surrey, Tony Francis was CC’ing copies of letters to BMA Wales detailing his plans to pursue legal action against me although there was no evidence that I had committed the serious crimes that were being attributed to me. The recipient of Francis’s letters was an A.H. Chadwick (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’) . Chadwick came up from Cardiff to meet Francis and the other paedophiles’ friends. Francis also CC’d similar letters to Dr Ian Sanderson of the MDU. Francis even demanded his expenses be paid by Gwynedd Health Authority when he went down to Cardiff for meetings with some of these people  – and Gwynedd agreed to his demands.

In 1988, Fergus Lowe, who built a whole empire by blackmailing people who had colluded with Dafydd and the paedophiles was given a Chair at Bangor and appointed Head of the Psychology Dept (see posts ‘Pets Win Prizes’ and ‘Feet In Chains’). One of Fergus’s achievements at Bangor was the establishment in 1990 of the Tir Na’Og Day Care and Research Centre, the site of his research for the Food Dudes work. I previously described the huge row that blew up when the parents of the children in Tir Na’Og discovered that Fungus had been conducting experiments on their children without the parents’ knowledge or consent.

Tir Na Og grew out of/replaced the previous nursery for staff and students’ children at UCNW, which I remember because in 1982 as a student I volunteered there. It was another Weird Experience linked to the paedophiles’ friends. The nursery had given leaflets out across the university telling students how welcome their help would be if they wanted to volunteer. So I went over to see them and spoke to the lady who managed the nursery – I can’t remember her name. She was very pleasant and told me that she loved having students to help but the trouble was that they would only turn up a few times and then they’d lose interest and not be seen again. So we arranged that I’d begin volunteering.

The staff of the nursery were the manager and two teenaged girls from Bangor who had been employed on one of Thatcher’s job creation schemes. I didn’t see the girls receive any sort of training or supervision at all. The manager spent all her time in the room which housed the very young children – babies in cots – whilst the teenagers looked after the pre-school children. The girls did chat and play with the children but what they really enjoyed doing was watching TV with them. For quite long periods of time, quite frequently. The TV was in a separate room and for reasons unexplained this room also hosted local teenaged boys who would turn up to watch the TV. At first I thought that they must be the girls’ boyfriends or brothers but they weren’t. They were just teenagers from Bangor who would roll up to the nursery, make themselves comfy and watch the TV.

It was the presence of the boys that made it obvious how little support and out of their depth the girls who were supposed to be training as nursery assistants were. I didn’t ever see the boys hit the children, but there was a great deal of swearing in front of the children and then one day the girls were completely floored when the boys started singing ‘There Ain’t No Black On The Bangor Union Jack’ in front of the children of overseas students/staff. The girls were telling them to stop it, the boys just ignored them and said ‘look they don’t mind, they’re laughing’. To which the girls replied ‘they’re three, of course they are laughing’. The girls did not manage to reign the boys in.

Why didn’t I stop the boys? Because although I had been volunteering for several days, no-one had even spoken to me. No-one had asked my name, they hadn’t given me any duties, they hadn’t invited me to join in with any activities, they just completely ignored me. I didn’t know any of the routines or where anything was kept. The manager never left the room with the babies in and it rest of the nursery was a free for all for the local teenagers. Which I suspect is why the other student volunteers didn’t return after a few days. Neither did I.

If that is what I saw after three days I suspect that things were very seriously amiss in that nursery. And Fungus will have found out about it, held everyone over a barrel and taken over the nursery himself as his ‘day care and research centre’. No-one in authority stepped in to deal with Fungus in the 1990s when he began the uncontrolled and unethical experiments without informed consent. Because they all knew what had gone on in the nursery before that Fungus had found out about.

 

Whilst St George’s concealed paedophile rings in north Wales and London, drug dealing and research fraud, Professor Sir William Asscher was Dean. I have mentioned before that Asscher previously worked at Cardiff University and knew Gwynedd Health Authority well because Asscher had been responsible for setting up the kidney dialysis service in Ysbyty Gwynedd. I have discovered that Asscher was appointed Dean of St George’s in 1988. The year after Oliver Brooke was released on appeal. Asscher might have left his job at Cardiff to work in London, but Asscher kept a home in Glamorgan and returned there after he retired.

The VC of London University, 1985-90, was Lord Brian Flowers. Who came from Swansea and retained links there (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Flowers was then VC of Manchester University, 1994-01.

The Chancellor of London University whilst staff were members of and concealed paedophile gangs and then recruited senior managers who had concealed paedophile gangs and serious organised crime in their previous roles was Princess Ann.

Professor Frank Hay was Vice-Principal of St George’s whilst Williams Asscher was Dean/Principal. Frank Hay was an immunologist and there are not many references to him online. However, he was listed as a Director of St George’s Enterprises in 1994 and in 2015 Hay was listed as a Director of Church Stretton Library Support Group. The north Wales paedophile ring had links to Shropshire.

Frank Hay’s proteges are to be found on the internet however. Dr Meinir Jones – a name which suggests that she is Welsh – is Senior Research Fellow at the National Heart and Lung Institute at Imperial. Meinir Jones completed her PhD with Frank Hay in 1982 at the Middlesex Hospital. Geoffrey Chamberlain’s wife Jocelyn was a cancer researcher at the Middlesex and the Middlesex was Gwynne the lobotomist’s alma mater. That was a long while before Meinir, but the Middlesex has a thriving alumni network which protected Gwynne. Meinir worked with Hay at St George’s and then moved to SmithKline Beecham and then in 1995 moved to the National Heart and Lung Institute.

Another Top Doctor from Frank’s stable is Dr Halina FitzClarence, consultant rheumatologist at UCH. Halina was a British Council Scholar who was supervised by Frank. Halina is a specialist in osteoporosis and in 1997 established an osteoporosis clinic at UCH which was funded by charitable donations of the Hedley Trust, the Sackler Foundation and ‘unrestricted educational grants of pharmaceutical companies’. Well those unrestricted educational grants certainly bore fruit. As well as developing a ‘comprehensive service for the diagnosis and long term management of osteoporosis’, Halina was involved with a 2007 patent regarding an assay for the analysis of blood samples of patients on intravenous biphosphates. This was financed by UCL Biomedica. The assay will predict which patients will respond to treatment…of worldwide importance…part of personalised medicine programme…in the near future all patients will have genetic sequencing…you get the picture. The patent was bought by Cambridge Biotech Company in 2011 and awaits validation.

 

 

 

In the late 1990s, Prestwood Homes was established in north Wales, a chain of ‘nursing homes’ for people with mental health problems and learning difficulties. There was serious abuse of residents and it became clear that Prestwood was actually a trafficking organisation, grooming vulnerable people for sex work. No matter how many complaints there was about Prestwood, there were no investigations and no action. Injured residents ran away and as with the kids who ran away from the children’s homes, the police took them back without asking how they had sustained their injuries or why they had run away. See my post ‘A Convenient Arrangement With The Private Sector’ for details. One of the women running Prestwood, Suzanne Hamlet – who later changed her name to Suzanne Hall – told residents that she was a psychiatric nurse. She wasn’t. Hamlet had spent years as a chronic alcoholic patient in the North Wales Hospital, in Dafydd’s ‘detox unit’. She had begun her career in people trafficking after she did a degree in psychology at Bangor University in Fungus’s Dept. How did someone like Hamlet gain a place? On a scheme which offered university places to ‘vulnerable wimmin’.

No-one in north Wales could find out who owned Prestwood. The only Directors listed anywhere were Hamlet and her partner in crime Lynda Holland and later on Holland’s daughter. No-one could find out what Hamlet and Holland’s job roles were – they appeared on documents described as ‘person in charge’. Holland claimed to have a counselling qualification but I never saw evidence of it. She did begin a counselling course at Coleg Llandrillo. Her tutor was Hamlet, they began a relationship and Hamlet was sacked for sexually exploiting a student. Holland and Hamlet left the Coleg and set up home together, whilst turning the top floor into the first ‘home’ for residents. How did Holland have a house for everyone to live in? She inherited when her husband was found dead. Suicide of course. Like all those kids in care and witnesses to the child abuse ring in north Wales.

So how did a long-term alkie who’d been sacked for sexually exploiting her students and a former receptionist who’s husband was found dead manage to find themselves in receipt of a constant stream of patients sectioned under the Mental Health Act transferred from Ashworth and Broadmoor to houses across north Wales where not one qualified nurse was employed and where patients were abused, incurring serious injuries, which in one case left a young woman in a wheelchair? With local authorities paying over £3000 per week for this ‘care’? I have no idea. Everyone knew that there was someone behind Prestwood who’s name wasn’t on the paperwork. One of the Prestwood homes was next to Dafydd’s office in Llandudno. One day I asked Hamlet if Dafydd was anything to do with Prestwood. Hamlet replied ‘he’s there if we want him’ and marched off.

So Ken Clarke opened the healthcare market up and Blair introduced ‘widening participation’ in HE for elderly alcoholic wimmin. Fungus was brighter than both of them and just look what happened…

 

 

 

Feet In Chains

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

Yma O Hyd!

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

 

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

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

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova!

 

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

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

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

You bet that I am.

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cliff was a friend of Cilla’s.

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

 

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The vicious paedophile gang which murdered witnesses.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

This was the modus operandi of Gwynne the lobotomist.

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know’.

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

 

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

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

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

‘We didn’t know.’

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

 

 

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

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Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy in their 1939 feature film called The Flying Deuces

Baroness Tessa Jowell – A Tribute

Baroness Tessa Jowell, who famously stated that she would ‘jump under a bus’ for Tony Blair, died on 12 May but not as a result of jumping under a bus. When the news of Tessa’s death was announced, I was so busy researching for this blog that I didn’t have time to write a tribute to her, so here is my belated contribution.

 

Tessa Jane Helen Douglas Palmer was born at the Middlesex Hospital -the alma mater of Gwynne the lobotomist and many of those who concealed his crimes – to Top Doctor Kenneth Nelson Veysey Palmer, a physician and his wife, Rosemary, a radiographer.

Tessa was educated at the independent St Margaret’s School for Girls in Aberdeen, the University of Aberdeen (where she studied arts, psychology and sociology) and the University of Edinburgh (where she studied for an MA in Social Administration). Tessa became a social worker, initially working in the Craigmillar area of Edinburgh and then as a childcare officer in Lambeth, when a paedophile ring was operating within Lambeth Borough Council’s children’s homes. Children were abused in the children’s homes of Lambeth and were also sent on placement to children’s homes in north Wales where they were abused. Complaints were ignored. Social workers in Lambeth had links with paedophiles working in other areas of the UK including in north Wales.

Tessa then trained at Goldsmith’s College as a psychiatric social worker. One of the social work academics at Goldsmith’s was involved in doing as much as possible to clear Hillingdon local authority, the NSPCC, the NHS and the police for the catastrophic cock-ups which led to the death of Heidi Koseda in 1984, the circumstances of which were never adequately explained once Heidi’s mother had been banged up in a high security hospital after suddenly going completely mad as the enormity of the disaster was revealed.

Tessa subsequently worked at the Maudsley. Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) trained at the Maudsley before they worked in north Wales and facilitated the sex trafficking ring there. Tessa was at the Maudsley at about the same time as Tony Francis. Tessa was taught by the Maudsley staff who protected Dafydd and Francis for many years. The Maudsley also concealed paedophile gangs operating in London, in addition to concealing the abuse of children and other vulnerable people by powerful figures who were socially connected to the Top Docs of the Maudsley.

The Maudsley and Dafydd also facilitated the selling and distribution of class A drugs, being assisted in this by Bing Spear, a corrupt mandarin who was for many years until 1986 the most senior Inspector in the Home Office’s Drugs Branch.

Tessa later became Assistant Director of the MIND, a charity in which Dafydd had been a leading light and who in return provided Dafydd with years of faithful service in terms of colluding with the criminality of he and his colleagues. Not that MIND hid its light under a bushel – whilst Tessa was Assistant Director, MIND had links to paedophiles’ rights groups and had held a conference at which the joys of paedophilia was discussed. As a matter of routine MIND remained silent about the abuse of mental health patients by the mental health services, which was and still is rampant.  

Tessa was elected to represent Swiss Cottage on Camden London Borough Council in the early 1970s and became Chair of the Camden Borough Council’s Social Services Committee at the age of 25, which suggests that she did not have the experience needed to do that job properly. At the time Camden Borough Council was concealing the abuse and trafficking of children and mental health patients.

Tessa was elected as MP for Dulwich at the 1992 General Election. One of my friends was a Labour Party activist and agreed to assist with Tessa’s campaign. This friend had just won an unfair dismissal case against the Royal Television Society. She had wanted to make a documentary about what had happened to me in north Wales. She had no idea that Tessa had been involved with the Lambeth and Maudsley branches of the same gang. My friend told me the other day that she felt that the campaign was farcical because Tessa and her supporters were all so posh that it resulted in loudspeakers with very upper class noises emanating from them saying ‘Vote For Tessa Jowell, Vote Labour’.

The same friend cancelled her Labour Party membership in 1997 after Blair invited Thatch to tea and then cut single parents benefits.

‘Vote for Tessa Jowell, Vote Labour, Alienate Your Activists.’

Tessa was successively appointed as an Opposition Spokesperson on Health, an Opposition Whip and Spokesperson on Women, before returning to the Shadow Heath Team in 1996. Throughout this time, the Labour Party – led by John Smith, Margaret Beckett and Blair – concealed the organised abuse of children and mental health patients, including female ones. In 1993 John Smith appointed Ron Davies as Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Neither Tessa nor anyone else questioned whether that was a suitable appointment for a man who, before he entered the Commons, had been an adviser to Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority while the Education Authority concealed the sexual assaults on pupils committed by drama teacher John Owen.

Tessa was appointed as Minister of State in the Dept of Health after the 1997 Labour landslide. Er – guess what Tessa concealed whilst in that post? Tessa remained in that role until 1999. During Tessa’s time in the DoH, the Waterhouse Inquiry heard evidence of the most dreadful abuse of children in care in north Wales over the previous 20 years. A number of the witnesses were mental health patients.

Tessa moved, again as Minister of State, to the Dept of Education and Employment in 1999. Schools – especially for ‘difficult’ children – were often the sites of abuse, particularly in north Wales. Don’t ever remember Tessa making much of this.

Tessa was appointed Secretary of State at the Department for Culture, Media and Sport after the 2001 General Election, replacing the sacked Chris Smith, an Islington MP who remained silent about the trafficking of children in the care of Islington Council. Chris Smith received much praise from colleagues when he bravely came out as gay and even more praise from them when he bravely came out as being HIV positive. Tessa remained diplomatic and the question ‘Chris, did you ever have sex with any of those numerous young male prostitutes in London who were trafficked into sex work when they were kids in care and who then contracted HIV?’ never passed her lips.

In 2004, Tessa faced resistance to proposals for a series of ‘super casinos’, to be sanctioned as part of the Gambling Act 2005 which liberalised Britain’s gaming laws. In the run up to the Bill, Jowell dismissed much of the criticism as being elitist, commenting that ‘opponents of the Government’s gambling reforms are snobs who want to deny ordinary people the right to bet’.

There may well have been a degree of snobbery involved, but the people that I knew who were horrified at Tessa’s grand plans were worried about gambling addicts sitting in gambling dens while ruthless organisations gobbled up thousands of pounds of punters dosh by the hour. Other people expressed concerns about the involvement of organised criminals in the gambling industry and one person I knew stated that she was worried that brothels would spring up near the super casinos.

I’m glad to say that not everyone with a gambling problem took up residence in a casino, despite Tessa’s encouragement. Many of them are gambling away online losing thousands of pounds in the comfort of their own homes at least until they lose those homes, or are just pushing the boat out on the scratchcards and lottos. It has all served to make Tessa’s fellow peer Benjamin Mancroft a great deal of money.

In March 2005, Jowell announced a new governance system for the BBC, ie. the BBC Trust, to replace the long-established Board of Governors. The Trust was introduced in 2007 but in 2012 was shown to be ‘not fit for purpose’, leading to the resignation of the Director General. As I remember, that resignation had something to do with TV exposes involving a man called Jimmy Savile and the en masse abuse of kids in care in north Wales for years which was covered-up by the Waterhouse Inquiry. Tessa obviously kept quiet about it all at the time to avoid an explosion at the BBC.

In PM Gordon Brown’s reshuffle in June 2007, Tessa was demoted from her position as Secretary of State, but retained her Olympics portfolio. Holding the 2012 Olympics in London was Tessa’s idea and she ended up as the Minister with responsibility for the 2012 Olympics.

In the 2012 Birthday Honours, Tessa became Dame Tessa, in particular for her contribution to delivering the London 2012 Olympics.

There were a great many cock-ups involved in the 2012 Olympics, as well as a vast over-spend. G4S was contracted to provide security and they didn’t, which resulted in more than 1400 troops being deployed to do the job. G4S were however still paid an enormous sum of money for providing security.

The opening ceremony at the Olympics was scripted by Danny Boyle and featured actresses dressed up as archaic nurses bouncing around on vintage beds ‘in tribute’ to the national treasure which is the NHS. Danny Boyle was a student at UCNW (Bangor University) in the 1970s when many of the people facilitating the sex trafficking gang in north Wales worked at UCNW, including clinical psychologists who worked for the NHS as well as for UCNW. Danny’s script did not include Jimmy Savile jumping up and down on a vintage bed, although it was known at the time by many people employed at all levels in the NHS that Savile had sexually assaulted scores of NHS patients whilst carrying out ‘voluntary work’ in NHS hospitals.

Tessa set up the Sure Start programme, stating that ‘I am very proud of setting up Sure Start because the first three years of a child’s life are absolutely critical in determining the chances they have subsequently.’

All analyses of Sure Start showed that although mothers enjoyed the social opportunities that it provided, the programme had no measurable positive effect on any of the outcomes assessed in children who participated. There were also allegations that Sure Start was being hijacked by parents rather more privileged than those for whom it was designed who used it as a socialising and networking opportunity.

In north Wales some ‘disadvantaged single parents’ who enrolled on Sure Start were encouraged to apply for places to train as social workers. At least one of them became a mental health social worker, but felt unable to challenge the abuse of patients that she witnessed because her partner’s history as a drug user was known to the ‘services’ and she knew that this would be used against both of them if she blew the whistle on the misconduct which was endemic. Things became particularly difficult for her when he was admitted to the Hergest Unit in Bangor, which served the patch on which she worked as a social worker. It was completely unacceptable in terms of their confidentiality but she didn’t dare say a word.

Well there’s a novel way that a gang of sex traffickers found to access a source of tame social workers who will be complicit with the abuse of clients.

In May 2015, Tessa launched her campaign to be selected as the Labour Party’s official candidate in the 2016 election for Mayor of London. She reassured everyone that she would win and implied that Sadiq Khan was making a complete idiot of himself by standing against her, as she banged on about her years of Gov’t experience. The broadsheets assisted by publishing numerous ‘profiles’ of Tessa – which were accompanied by photos of her dressed in Barbara Follettesque ‘power suits’ with that patronising social worker’s ‘I know what is best for you’ smile of Tessa’s across her mug – stressing that Tessa was a dead cert to become Mayor.

Tessa’s husband’s daughter from his first marriage, Ellen Mills, is the editorial director of The Sunday Times and Chair of Wimmin In Journalism.

On the day of the count, Tessa was filmed waving and grinning at the TV cameras, stressing how much she was looking forward to hearing the results. I was delighted to see Sadiq Khan win and Tessa leave the room at top speed crying. She did manage to say to a journo that she was leaving because this was Sadiq’s day. Thank goodness for that, I’m not Sadiq’s biggest fan, but the spectre of the smug, stupid former people trafficker presiding over London for the next few years would have been dreadful.

In 2015 Tessa became a peer.

Margaret Hodge is another Strong Woman in the Labour Party who is both a Dame and a Baroness. Like Baroness Dame Tessa, Baroness Dame Margaret also spent many years ignoring, concealing and colluding with a vicious paedophile ring.

In January 2018, Tessa received a standing ovation in the Lords for a speech explaining how she came to be diagnosed with an extremely lethal form of brain cancer. As a result of developing a brain tumour, Tessa became Brave and Inspirational, whereas before she had been merely Passionate and Committed.

Tessa expressed some interesting ideas for research into and treatment of brain cancer. She announced her desire to for ‘adaptive trials’, whereby patients could try one treatment and if it didn’t work after a few weeks, they could try another. Such an approach was fine when one used to be in Woolworths at the Pick n Mix counter, but it isn’t suitable for brain tumours. By definition a course of treatment for cancer takes quite a long while to effect improvement if indeed it works at all. Furthermore the point of an aggressive inoperable tumour is that it grows very fast and kills you quite quickly. As Tessa found out. However Tessa did have the decency to practice what she preached and a few weeks before she died she  appeared in public wearing a magic skull cap that was allegedly sending electrical impulses into her tumour. I mentioned on this blog at the time that this was not going to be an effective treatment.

Unfortunately funding for medical research is frequently dished out on the basis of Inspirational People and to whichever team has managed to fabricate results accompanied by a scientific sounding explanation which will impress a politician with no knowledge of medical sciences. To Tessa, Harriet or Cherie, the phrase ‘we have developed a new way of disrupting the DNA of cancerous cells which can be tailored to the individual’s genetic make up and this will be in the clinic within three years’ sounds rather like the sort of thing that one of those women whom they meet at the Clinique counter – who wear white coats to give the impression that they are in possession of pharmaceutical knowledge – say when they spout rubbish about their skin care products reversing the ageing of one’s DNA. I used to challenge them by saying things like ‘DNA doesn’t work like that’, but it wasn’t very satisfying because they were thick enough to believe the sales patter themselves and just treated me as though I was insane.

The reason why Tessa et al are extra-vulnerable in the hands of Top Docs is that some Top Docs believe sales patter themselves. When I worked at St George’s Hospital Medical School, a female gynaecologist absolutely assured me that if one shaves one’s legs the hairs come back bigger and blacker than ever. This is a myth which has been propagated by Cosmo magazine, it is not true. Shaving ones legs cuts the top of the hairs off – the characteristics of the hair are determined by the root follicle. Unless the root follicle is disrupted that hair is not going to change in colour or thickness or its rate of growth. Legs which have been shaved feel stubbly because when the hairs grow back one is feeling the hairs which have been cut with the razor, so the tips of the hair feels sharp. The hair has not come back bigger, blacker or thicker. I would encourage anyone who doesn’t believe me to use a microscope and see for themselves. I pointed this out to the Top Doc and she commented that yes that must be right, she’d never thought of it before.

As Brown observed, this Top Doc will have learnt all about root follicles years ago but she was not translating what she had learnt into practice, which is worrying. She was appointed as a consultant shortly after I had the conversation re leg hairs with her. She was also one of the better Top Docs at St George’s. She was keen on the idea of diets and hairless legs but she wasn’t a crazed nutter who hated her patients and fabricated her data.

No wonder Tessa believed the pulsating skull cap possessed miraculous properties.

Hours after Tessa’s death, the Gov’t announced that it would be giving £65 million to the Tessa Jowell Brain Cancer Research Mission. Someone in the Labour Party suggested yesterday that in tribute to Tessa, Sure Start should be resurrected. There really is nothing like investing millions on things that one knows will be completely ineffective because an Inspirational Woman has died. If Sure Start does rise again, at least there will be a continuous supply of vulnerable young woman to train as social workers who can be silently blackmailed because their senior colleagues have knowledge of their personal problems. It’s just what Tessa would have wanted.

 

Tessa’s husband David Mills is an international corporate lawyer who has acted for Silvio Berlusconi, the former Italian PM with Mafia connections. Berlusconi’s wife accused him of child abuse on account of his sexual activities with a ‘dancer’ known as Ruby The Heart Stealer, who transpired to be rather younger than everyone was led to believe when Silvio first dallied with her at the Bunga Bunga parties. Mills was investigated in Italy for money laundering and alleged tax fraud. 

Tessa was investigated by the Cabinet Secretary Gus O’Donnell over the allegations surrounding her husband, because of a possible conflict of interest between her personal life and ministerial duties. O’Donnell stated that, ‘it is the Prime Minister, not me, who, constitutionally, is the right and proper person to take a view on matters arising based on the Ministerial Code’ in his letter. Blair decided that Tessa was ‘not in breach’ of the Ministers’ code of conduct. On 4 March 2006, it was announced that Tessa and Mills had separated, after the allegations had begun to damage her political standing. Tessa said ‘although we are separated I have never doubted his innocence’.

Scepticism that Tessa was unaware of the details of her husband’s dealings with Berlusconi led to a ‘Private Eye’ front cover of her with a speech bubble saying: ‘I have never met my husband’. It was shortly after that was published that Tessa announced her marriage break-up.

On 17 Feb 2009, an Italian court sentenced Mills to four years and six months in jail after finding him guilty of accepting a bribe from Berlusconi to give false evidence on his behalf during corruption trials which had taken place in 1997 and 1998. The judgement was appealed by Mills. On 27 Oct 2009, the Italian Appeal Court upheld his conviction and prison sentence. Mills confirmed that he would initiate a second and final appeal to the Cassation Court. On 25 Feb 2010, the Italian Cassation Court (the second and last court of appeal under Italian law) dissolved the case because of the statute of limitations. For this type of crime, in Italian law, a case expires after 10 years. Mills argued that he received the bribe in 1999, and not 2000 as Prosecutors had previously argued, thus taking advantage of the statute of limitations.

Tessa’s rift with David Mills after he landed in the slurry pit was soon healed. Within weeks of announcing that they were parting, they were seen holding hands at a venue where they did not expect the media to be present. They then repaired whatever had gone wrong in their relationship – presumably ‘David being prosecuted for bribery in connection with a man with Mafia connections’ – and were soon back together. Tessa was delighted, as she subsequently explained in an interview on ‘Woman’s Hour’.

I am just left wondering why a woman who spent so much of her career ignoring, concealing or colluding with serious organised crime ever so much as raised an eyebrow when it was revealed that her husband accepted a bribe from someone whose business interests were linked to the Mafia.

In 2004 Cherie and Blair holidayed with Silvio Berlusconi at his residence in Sardinia. Whether Blair and Cherie took part in a Bunga Bunga party was not revealed. Silvio doesn’t even pretend to be a Pretty Straight Kind Of Guy, he’s a lecherous old crook who has sex with underaged girls at orgies and doesn’t give a damn who knows it.

 

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After Tessa croaked, there was a mass outpouring of emotion accompanied by the unpeeling of onions.

Tony Blair said that Tessa left an ‘enormous’ legacy as ‘everything she touched turned to gold in some way’. Of course it did, she was a mate of Silvio with Mafia connections.

 

Simon Stevens, the Chief Executive of NHS England, said that Tessa was a ‘remarkable woman’ – Dafydd once said that about me after his threats hadn’t worked and when he was trying to bribe me into dropping my complaint about him –  who had sounded a ‘national call to arms’ about the need to spend more on researching the causes of brain cancer. ‘She leaves a deep legacy with the potential to benefit many thousands of other cancer patients long into the future,’ Stevens said. Not in the face of this much fuckwittery and research fraud she doesn’t.

Tributes to the Inspirational Sex Trafficker poured out of all the orifices of the usual suspects, including Alistair Campbell, who is a MIND Ambassador and Diane Abbott, who worked as the PR and Press Officer for Lambeth Borough Council when those kids were being abused and trafficked.

Sarah Lindsell, CEO of The Brain Tumour Charity, said that the charity had started working with the ‘wonderful ambassador’ Tessa towards the end of last year and praised Tessa’s campaigning for cancer patients.
 David Jenkinson is the Chief Scientific Officer for The Brain Tumour Charity. He began his career with CR-UK, an organisation which was involved in a research fraud that, after it was exposed, resulted in the suicide of one of the researchers. One member of the team was a former colleague of Tony Francis’s.

Sir Martin Narey is Chair of the Trustees of The Brain Tumour Charity. Narey has worked for the NHS, was Director General of the Prison Service, Chief Exec of National Offender Management Service and Director of Barnardo’s. A record of outstanding service for a paedophiles’ friend.

Other Trustees are an assortment of paedophiles friends, ex NHS staff, a former member of staff at Great Ormond Street Hospital, Michael Heseltine’s former Assistant Private Secretary, a former investment banker who is now involved with the private health industry and an ex Goldman Sachs big wig who is going ski-ing in the Swiss Alps to Raise Money For Charity.

As a privileged, indulged, unprincipled, money grubbing, vacuous gangster’s friend who did so much damage to so many people, Tessa was clearly just the right choice as ambassador for The Brain Tumour Charity.

 

Here’s a photo of Tessa looking as rough as one of the poor sods who’s lives she ruined whilst she was a psychiatric social worker – although Tessa is wearing more expensive clothes and is in possession of more expensive teeth than your average service user:

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Anyone up for being unlawfully arrested and imprisoned in a dungeon in an asylum in the middle of a range of hills in north Wales because a deranged old bugger who trained at the Maudsley wants to have sex with them and then traffick them into sex work? Bring those bodies up from the grounds of the North Wales Hospital and then we’ll see exactly what Tessa’s contribution to the world was.

Heart Of Darkness

My posts ‘Pets Win Prizes’ and ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’ detailed some of the influential members of Sir Ronald Waterhouse’s network. However, Ronnie’s own account as provided in his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’ suggests a network of influence so extensive that I do not have the scope on this blog to provide exhaustive details of Sir Ronnie’s numerous friends, relations and colleagues. So I will just use this post to highlight the remainder of those who are most important. I can highly recommend Ronnie’s autobiography to readers who want the full horror of Ronnie’s mycelia as well as to anyone interested in the discriminatory brand of very rough justice that was handed out by Ronnie and his mates of which I gave a flavour in ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’. In one murder trial Ronnie relied on evidence which was given by the deceased to a witness by means of a ouija board – the defendant in that trial was convicted.

 

Ronnie spent many loyal years toadying to powerful people in politics and law, but he was a man of many social circles and those little suckers on his many tentacles attached themselves to people in many arenas. Ronnie liked a bit of glamour and had many contacts in showbiz and the media.

Ronnie was proud that the actor Emlyn Williams from Mostyn, who achieved stardom in the 1920s and 30s, was an alumnus of Ronnie’s school, Holywell County School (from 1945, it was Holywell Grammar). Emlyn starred in ‘A Murder Has Been Arranged’ and ‘Beyond Belief’. Emlyn’s mentor Sarah Grace Cooke taught Ronnie French.

There was another early brush with stardom for Ronnie when he went on the Welsh Schoolboy Camps – one of the attending teachers was Phil Burton, mentor of Richard Burton. Ronnie hobnobbed with the greats treading the boards again in the early 1940s when Ann, the daughter of Sybil Thorndike and Lewis Casson, stayed with the Waterhouse family.

Ronnie knew Guy Neale, the cousin of the actor Robert Morley. Guy was a friend of the famously bisexual George Melly who had sex with Peregrine Worsthorne when they were both at Stowe School (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Years later as a man in late middle age, Melly offered a 16 year old boy in Bangor money to have sex with him following Melly’s appearance at Theatre Gwynedd. Ronnie observed that George Melly was ‘very camp in his manner’. Like so many of the paedophiles’ friends, George Melly had served in the Royal Navy (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’). Melly retired to Wales, near Brecon.

Ronnie’s colleague Benet Hytner QC was the father of Sir Nicholas Hytner, the Artistic Director of the National Theatre. Sir Nicholas’s mother Joyce is a theatrical fundraiser and sat on the Boards of a number of theatres, including the Royal Court Theatre. Ronnie Waterhouse used to hang out at the Royal Court Theatre with the molester Clement Freud.

Throughout the whole of the 1970s and 80s and for the first half of the 1990s Ronnie lived in St John’s Wood, which was packed with famous names including a good smattering of luvvies. Ronnie was for a time President of the St John’s Wood Society. He won’t have missed any toadying opportunities while in that position.

Ronnie was an opera buff and after his wedding he celebrated by going to Glyndebourne with his friend and colleague Emlyn Hooson and his wife. Opera – including Glyndebourne – was a magnet for Ronnie and he turned up to operas with a range of impressive friends. One visit to Glyndebourne in 1978 was with his friend Malcolm Anson, who was at the time the High Sheriff of Avon. Anson was Director – and later the Chairman of – Imperial Tobacco.

The Waterhouse family knew Sir Henry Walford Davies, the English composer, organist, conductor and educator who held the title Master of the King’s Music, 1934-41. Walford Davies held Chairs at University College Aberystwyth and the University of London and was musical advisor to the BBC.

Ronnie knew the Welsh tenor David Lloyd who, like Ronnie, came from Flintshire. In 1954 Lloyd had a serious accident whilst working on a programme for the BBC and fractured his spine. David Lloyd subsequently sued the BBC. Ronnie represented Lloyd in 1958 as the junior barrister to William Mars-Jones. Mars-Jones expressed the opinion from the outset that the BBC would win but somehow not only did legal aid for the case continue, but Mars-Jones persisted with the case. The BBC made unsubstantiated allegations that David Lloyd was an alcoholic – the presiding judge was a well-known Liberal Nonconformist who disapproved of drinking – and David Lloyd not only lost the case, but had his reputation damaged as well. It was however just as well for Ronnie and Mars-Jones that their client lost, because in 1956 Ronnie had begun working for the BBC himself and things could have been difficult if David Lloyd had won that case. The case was held at Chester Assizes. Ronnie Waterhouse grew up in a leading Liberal Nonconformist family just down the road from Chester. His family will have known the judge before Ronnie had even begun working on the Chester and Wales Circuit. Mars-Jones was also from a Nonconformist family who were located not a million miles away from Chester and Mars-Jones was an older, more experienced barrister who will have known the judge well. I suspect that Ronnie also knew that his employers were going to accuse David Lloyd of being a piss artist. What I do not know is whether David Lloyd knew that Ronnie was working for the organisation that David was trying to sue. David had been very badly injured and was unable to work for several years. That could have cost the BBC a great deal of money and much bad PR.

David Lloyd-Jones, the musical director of English Opera North, was the son of Ronnie’s colleague Sir Vincent Lloyd-Jones QC. Vincent Lloyd-Jones was a barrister on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit, Recorder of Chester, 1952-58 and Recorder of Cardiff, 1958-60. He was appointed a High Court judge in 1960. Sir Vincent was the brother of Dr Martyn Lloyd-Jones, the Welsh Congregationalist Minister and Top Doctor. Dr Martyn Lloyd-Jones trained at Barts and after qualifying worked as an assistant to the Royal Physician Lord Thomas Horder, but it was as an Evangelist preacher that Martyn was known.

 

Ronnie’s own taste in Top Docs was quite particular – he didn’t use the lethal NHS in north Wales which was run by his friends. When Ronnie was clobbered with appendicitis in 1968 he was operated on at UCH by Sir Ralph Marnham. Marnham trained at St George’s Hospital and also worked there for some years. He was Surgeon to the Royal Household of King George VI, 1946 and Surgeon and Serjeant-Surgeon to HM Queen Elizabeth, 1967-1971. In 1964 he operated on the Queen Mum for appendicitis and in 1966 he again operated on her for an abdominal obstruction. So Sir Ralph had gained a bit of experience before Sir Ronnie risked going under his knife – Ronnie wasn’t going to risk being operated on by just anyone.

When Ronnie’s mother-in-law suffered from cancer, she was treated at the private Wellington Hospital in London between 1982-84. Of course Ronnie’s mates who ran the NHS in north Wales at that time maintained that the cancer care that they provided was outstanding, but for some reason Ronnie’s mum-in-law didn’t catch a train to Ysbyty Gwynedd to experience the global leaders in oncology employed by Gwynedd Health Authority.

 

Ronnie’s wife Sarah was musical as well, at one point she enrolled in the Guildhall School of Music.

 

Ronnie’s best mate from Cambridge Sir Robin Day (see post ‘Cry, The Beloved Country’) gave Ronnie access to reams of media folk, although Day always credited Ronnie with launching Day’s media career. It was Ronnie who saw an advert for ITN newscasters and encouraged Day to apply. Another Cambridge friend of Ronnie’s was Bob Sloman who worked for The Sunday Times and wrote West End plays as well as material for ‘Dr Who’. Ronnie was also friends with Godfrey Smith, a correspondent for ‘The Sunday Times’. Sir Ronnie almost certainly knew ‘Sunday Times’ journo Marjorie Wallace, a paedophiles’ friend of the highest order (see post ‘One Dangerous Fucker’). Ronnie knew Huw Thomas, a barrister who became an ITN newscaster and other friends of Ronnie’s included Keith Kyle of ‘The Economist’ and Douglas and Sarah Graham of the ‘Express & Star’ newspapers.

 

In 1956 Ronnie began script writing for the BBC. He was friends with Ian McIntyre, the controller of Radio 4, then Radio 3 and the associate Editor of ‘The Times’. Ronnie’s close friend and former flatmate Ivan Yates worked for the BBC’s North American service.

Ronnie got to know Tony Benn – or as he was then, Anthony Wedgwood Benn – through Ronnie’s TV work.

 

Ronnie’s media connections continued into the next generation – his nephew Michael Waterhouse is an independent TV producer, director and scriptwriter. Michael states in his online profile that he has produced regularly for BBC 2 and 4, ITV and Channel 4 and has overseen large-scale productions for Sky Atlantic and the History Channel (USA). Michael boasts of working with the presenters Tony Robinson, Nick Crane, Bettany Hughes, Richard Dawkins, Jim Al-Khalili, Michael Buerk, James Dyson, Stephen Hawking, Marcus du Sautoy and ‘numerous bishops’. Either Michael Waterhouse has a hotline to bishops or they are touting themselves around for TV work.

 

Between 1966-69 Ronnie worked as a libel reader for ‘Private Eye’ after his friend and neighbour Alistair Sampson told Ronnie that the ‘Eye’, which was at the time owned by Peter Cook, could do with his services after a costly damages settlement. Thus Ronnie got to know Richard Ingrams, Auberon Waugh, Paul Foot, Christopher Booker, John Morgan, Patrick Marnham, Willie Rushton and Barry Fantoni. Whilst the ‘Eye’ employed Ronnie they received many libel writs, including a number from Lord Hailsham. Auberon Waugh was delighted when in 1978 Ronnie became a High Court judge because Auberon felt that Lord Gnome would have a friend in the judiciary.

Although the ‘Eye’ did an excellent job of sending up some dreadful people, in that era the ‘Eye’ was constantly charged with being dominated by former minor public school boys with small c conservative sympathies. Although Peter Cook performed a wonderful parody of Justice Cantley’s ludicrous summing up at Jeremy Thorpe’s trial and Auberon took the piss by standing against Thorpe in the 1979 General Election as the Dog Lovers candidate in honour of Rinka, Norman Scott’s dog who had been shot by the alleged hit man (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’), Ronnie Waterhouse and many of his family and friends were mates with Jeremy Thorpe. They were fully aware of Norman’s allegations many years before the 1975 events on Porlock Hill (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Thorpe was defended at his trial by the crooked barrister George Carman QC (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’), who was a friend of Ronnie’s.

The ‘Eye’ was one of the publications which in late 1972 refused to print a word about Norman’s allegations on the grounds that they were defamatory and unprovable.

In the 1970s Ronnie represented Paul Foot and Stephen Sedley represented the publisher of the ‘Socialist Worker’ when Sam Silkin the Attorney General tried to have them imprisoned for contempt. Foot had, in an article in ‘Socialist Worker’, named two prosecution witnesses, one of which was an hereditary peer, in the Janie Jones trial before Alan King-Hamilton QC at the Old Bailey. Jones ran a brothel in Kensington and she was alleged to have blackmailed the two prosecution witnesses who were clients of the brothel. She had been acquitted of the blackmail charges but had been tried earlier by King-Hamilton on charges related to prostitution and brothel keeping as well as attempting to pervert the course of justice.

King-Hamilton had shielded the ID of the witnesses but admitted that he didn’t have the power to prevent the press from naming them; he commented that he hoped that the press would not name them if they did discover who they were. The contempt case was heard by Lord Chief Justice Widgery, Justice Milmo and Justice Ackner. Stephen Sedley acted for the publisher of the ‘Socialist Worker’ and Ronnie for Paul Foot – Michael Lewis (Esyr’s brother) was Ronnie’s junior. The Treasury solicitor Gordon Slynn acted for the Attorney General. Although it was conceded that King-Hamilton had no jurisdiction over the press, Foot and the publisher were nonetheless fined £250 after the Court stated that Paul Foot had ‘acted recklessly’ and that naming the two witnesses was an ‘affront to the authority of the court and calculated to interfere with the course of justice because it would destroy the confidence of witnesses in future blackmail cases’. Not of course that Janie Jones had been found guilty of blackmailing the witnesses – she was imprisoned after being found guilty of controlling prostitutes.

Janie Jones will have had much dirt on many people. She had worked in cabaret in the 1950s in London, including at the Windmill Theatre where Trumpers’s father and his friends were regulars (see post ’95 Glorious Years!) and in clubs in Mayfair. Janie did of course run a brothel frequented by people who moved in the circles of the judge who jailed her…

 

Ronnie’s connections knew no limits – his wife Sarah’s father was a well-known racehorse breeder so Ronnie took maximum advantage of his father-in-law’s contacts too. Other business contacts of Ronnie’s included his friend Hamish Maxwell, the son of tobacco controller Sir Alexander Maxwell. Hamish was Chair and CEO of Philip Morris. Ken Clarke received freebies from Philip Morris and had dealings with the tobacco industry from 1982, when as Health Minister he thrashed out a voluntary agreement re tobacco advertising with the industry. Ken Clarke also concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in his roles as Health Minister and Secretary of State for Health (see post ‘Running The Country – And All That Jazz’). Hamish Maxwell became Chairman of WPP, the multinational later led by Sir Martin Sorrell. Another mate of Ronnie’s was Louis Marshall who became European Legal Director of Colgate Palmolive. He also knew Dennis Lannigan, the Chairman of J. Walter Thompson in Europe. J. Walter Thompson was formerly an advertising agency and is now part of WWP.

David Kinnersley was friends with Ronnie. Kinnersely was the Chief Executive of North West Water Authority in the 1970s. He founded Water Aid in 1981, after attending a meeting in New York in his capacity as senior economic advisor to the National Water Council after the UN declared the 1980s to be the ‘international drinking water supply and sanitation decade’. Kinnersley advised Thatcher’s Cabinet Minister Nicholas Ridley on the 1989 privatisation programme.

Kinnersley was one of the first Chief Executives of a water authority and though initially uncertain about the Thatcher’s privatisation programme, he eventually vowed to make it a success. He was a great fan of water meters, using his background as an economist to object to the principle of water companies raising levies based on the rateable values of users’ properties.

After graduating in 1950, Kinnersley joined the National Coal Board as special assistant to Sir James Bowman. He later worked for the UK Atomic Energy Authority before joining the water industry in 1964 as Deputy General Manager of the British Waterways Board. Kinnersley was Director of the Association of River Authorities, 1970-73 and then Chief Executive of the North West Water Authority until 1976. He found himself in trouble at North West Water when it came to light that the Authority – then still nationalised – had invested in personalised number plates for some of its other Directors.

Kinnersley’s book ‘Troubled Waters: Rivers, Politics and Pollution’ (1988) laid into the ‘fantasy and rhetoric’ and ‘administrative fudging’ of the Environment Department during water privatisation. In ‘Coming Clean: the Politics of Water and the Environment’ (1994), Kinnersley pointed out the urgent need for the UK to invest in its crumbling sewerage infrastructure and the Govt’s desire to avoid political responsibility for the price increases that would be required to support the new investment, but adroitly pointed out that ‘There’s no votes in shit.’

There were however a great many votes in concealing a pan-European paedophile gang whose UK arm was run by the NHS and social serv